Hello. It has been eight months and nine days since my last post to this story. I am incredible sorry for this, but the muse for this fic died. The funeral was a nice one, on my low budget. Now I have acquired three new muses. They assisted me in creating the multitude of fics I am now the proud author of. In honor of these wonderful muses, I will continue this fic. It will be updated every three days. Every once in awhile I'll miss a day, but I plan to update religiously until this has atleast 11 chapters. Please do not give up on me, and I will not give up on myself. Thank you.
Miaka Kennyuuki
Chapter Two: Escape? Or Is It?
As was asked, Heero entered the throne room and bowed before King Treize. He had bathed and changed, knowing how uneasy seeing blood made the king. As he waited for Treize to acknowledge him, his thoughts wandered to his latest victim. His name was Duo something or other. Last names weren't really important.
Something about the boy intrigued him. Not in any special way, really. It was just that the boy was clever. Or atleast, not as stupid as the other victims Heero'd had. This Duo person had tried to talk his way out of torture. That in itself made him a bit higher than the rest. But in turn, Duo's cries of pain sounded sweeter than the others also. Maybe King Treize would let him keep him, as entertainment during his travels.
"Heero!" King Treize said sharply. Heero's head snapped up. Treize was looking at him in annoyance, as was his right hand man, Zechs Merquise. Heero blushed. He hated making Treize angry.
"Yes, Your Majesty?" he asked meekly, noticing a small blond out of the corner of his eye. The blond looked healthy, if a little frightened. And yet, pride outline his entire petit frame. He looked like the perfect subject to break. It would be delicious to get his hands on something like that.
"Heero, I take it the prisoner is incapacitated at the moment?" Treize asked.
"Not as of yet, Your Majesty. The prisoner had a liking for conversation and it took me awhile to cut it out of him. I only managed to reach the hammer when you called me," Heero answered, bowing low.
Treize smiled and stood, approaching his pet. He placed one hand on Heero's head, ruffling his hair a bit. "Such a good torturer, aren't you, Heero," he said in an extremely pleased voice. Heero purred in pleasure. He always loved it when Treize touched him. "I think I shall give this new prisoner to you, my pet. I haven't given you a gift in awhile, have I?"
"No, Your Majesty," Heero purred, trying very hard not to shudder in rapture. Treize always had that affect on him.
"What was that boy's name again, Zechs?" Treize asked, as he gave Heero one last pat and moved away. Heero sucked in his groan of disappointment.
"Duo Maxwell, my lord. Arrested today for draft evasion. Apparently he had been faking being crippled, but revealed himself when his friend was targeted," said an icy voice. All eyes turned to the blue-eyed man standing beside the throne, platinum blond locks flowing past his back. A gasp was heard from the side of the room during Zech's monologue.
All eyes turned to the blond boy in the corner. The boy was short, had short blond hair and wide blue eyes that made him look feminine and frightened at the same time. He had a look in his eye that spoke volumes about his associoation with the newest prisoner.
"You know this...Maxwell, Lord Winner?" Treize asked, strolling casually toward the blond boy. Winner, as the boy was apparently called, backed up until his back met the wall, his eyes going wider with terror.
"N-no, Your Majesty," Winner mumbled. Treize laughed, a malicious, inherently evil sound.
"Why do I feel you are lying to me, Winner?" Treize said. He leaned into the boy and whispered. "In my kingdom, lying is treason."
Winner mumbled something. "What was that, boy?!" Treize said, menace to his voice. "I said, repeat what you said!!" he demanded.
The blond boy squeaked, then answered. "I said that this isn't your kingdom, Your Majesty," he said quietly. Trieze's face went scarlet with rage.
"WHAT?!" he yelled.
"Your Majesty, calm yourself! You know what the Healer said!" Zechs barked. Almost immediately, Treize's breathing slowed and his color returned to normal. He took a deep breath before continuing.
"Do you think you matter anymore, Winner? Do you think your family matters? *I* am the King of Deril now, little prince. Not you, not your harem of sister, and certainly not your late father, Habir. They are all dead, as you will be soon," he said. Winner looked as if he was going to cry. "What is the matter, Quatre? Poor little former prince misses his family?" Treize taunted. "Well, let me make you feel better. I'm sending you to my citadel in Norros with that Maxwell boy. There you will meet a few of your sisters. You know, Winners seem to make good whores. Maybe you can join their ranks later and this true."
At Winner's horrified look, Treize burst into loud, twisted laughter. He was a man of few words. Buy when he spoke, he did it with as much hurt and pain as he could, evidenced by the tears rolling down Winner's face. Trieze turned back to his throne and once again noticed Heero.
"Stand up, my pet," Treize said softly. Heero stood and Treize was by his side again, stroking his hair. "So beautiful...how could I ever ignore you, my pet? Hm?" he whispered. Heero was in heaven. "I remember why I called you here, my little torturer." Treize gestured to Winner. "This is Quatre Raberba Winner, the son of the former King Habir Nazari Winner. He is to go to my citadel in Norros with the Maxwell boy. Both are to become concubines. I want you and Zechs to escort them there, with half a dozen guards."
Treize leaned forward so he could whisper in Heero's ear, his lips almost touching the lobe. "Feel free to play with them, but no permanent blemishes, pet. If you can't control yourself, feel free to play rough with the guards."
"Hai, Treize-sama," Heero whispered, tingling with excitement at the thought of playing with the brown-haired on again. It was sad that he couldn't cut deep enough to scar, but it would have to be enough. "When do I leave?"
"Tomorrow, dawn. Everything is prepared. Enjoy yourself, pet. I want you to be happy," Treize said, before straightening and striding toward his throne. He didn't notice Zechs's angry look directed at Heero, then switched to himself.
"All of you, dismissed," Treize said in a commanding voice. The throne room cleared out.
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Duo gasped in surprise when he was thrown into a covered wagon that night. Was he being taken home.
"Duo!" a small voice cried. Quatre?! Duo spun around and cried out in surprise and relief, before embracing the small blond tightly.
"Quat, how are you? What happened? Why aren't you in army clothes? Are we going home?" Duo asked all in one breath. Quatre laughed quietly before he sobered up.
"I'm fine, Duo. I haven't been hurt so far, and I don't have to join the army. And no, we aren't going home," the petit blond said.
"What? Then why are we in this wagon? I don't understand," Duo mumbled.
"Duo?"
"Yeah Quat?" Duo said.
"We're not going home because..." Quatre swallowed quickly and prepared for his friend's outburst. "Treize is sending us to Norros to become concubines."
"WHA-WHAT?!"
~~~~Tsuzuku~~~
So, good for a come back? I hope so. Just review and tell me what you think, okay. Thanks. Hope you enjoyed it!
Miaka
Next chapter : Something is Seriously Wrong With Yuy
description: Heero begins his journey with his two prisoners, and has a little fun, Heero-style. Quatre explains why Treize didn't draft him.
Miaka Kennyuuki
Chapter Two: Escape? Or Is It?
As was asked, Heero entered the throne room and bowed before King Treize. He had bathed and changed, knowing how uneasy seeing blood made the king. As he waited for Treize to acknowledge him, his thoughts wandered to his latest victim. His name was Duo something or other. Last names weren't really important.
Something about the boy intrigued him. Not in any special way, really. It was just that the boy was clever. Or atleast, not as stupid as the other victims Heero'd had. This Duo person had tried to talk his way out of torture. That in itself made him a bit higher than the rest. But in turn, Duo's cries of pain sounded sweeter than the others also. Maybe King Treize would let him keep him, as entertainment during his travels.
"Heero!" King Treize said sharply. Heero's head snapped up. Treize was looking at him in annoyance, as was his right hand man, Zechs Merquise. Heero blushed. He hated making Treize angry.
"Yes, Your Majesty?" he asked meekly, noticing a small blond out of the corner of his eye. The blond looked healthy, if a little frightened. And yet, pride outline his entire petit frame. He looked like the perfect subject to break. It would be delicious to get his hands on something like that.
"Heero, I take it the prisoner is incapacitated at the moment?" Treize asked.
"Not as of yet, Your Majesty. The prisoner had a liking for conversation and it took me awhile to cut it out of him. I only managed to reach the hammer when you called me," Heero answered, bowing low.
Treize smiled and stood, approaching his pet. He placed one hand on Heero's head, ruffling his hair a bit. "Such a good torturer, aren't you, Heero," he said in an extremely pleased voice. Heero purred in pleasure. He always loved it when Treize touched him. "I think I shall give this new prisoner to you, my pet. I haven't given you a gift in awhile, have I?"
"No, Your Majesty," Heero purred, trying very hard not to shudder in rapture. Treize always had that affect on him.
"What was that boy's name again, Zechs?" Treize asked, as he gave Heero one last pat and moved away. Heero sucked in his groan of disappointment.
"Duo Maxwell, my lord. Arrested today for draft evasion. Apparently he had been faking being crippled, but revealed himself when his friend was targeted," said an icy voice. All eyes turned to the blue-eyed man standing beside the throne, platinum blond locks flowing past his back. A gasp was heard from the side of the room during Zech's monologue.
All eyes turned to the blond boy in the corner. The boy was short, had short blond hair and wide blue eyes that made him look feminine and frightened at the same time. He had a look in his eye that spoke volumes about his associoation with the newest prisoner.
"You know this...Maxwell, Lord Winner?" Treize asked, strolling casually toward the blond boy. Winner, as the boy was apparently called, backed up until his back met the wall, his eyes going wider with terror.
"N-no, Your Majesty," Winner mumbled. Treize laughed, a malicious, inherently evil sound.
"Why do I feel you are lying to me, Winner?" Treize said. He leaned into the boy and whispered. "In my kingdom, lying is treason."
Winner mumbled something. "What was that, boy?!" Treize said, menace to his voice. "I said, repeat what you said!!" he demanded.
The blond boy squeaked, then answered. "I said that this isn't your kingdom, Your Majesty," he said quietly. Trieze's face went scarlet with rage.
"WHAT?!" he yelled.
"Your Majesty, calm yourself! You know what the Healer said!" Zechs barked. Almost immediately, Treize's breathing slowed and his color returned to normal. He took a deep breath before continuing.
"Do you think you matter anymore, Winner? Do you think your family matters? *I* am the King of Deril now, little prince. Not you, not your harem of sister, and certainly not your late father, Habir. They are all dead, as you will be soon," he said. Winner looked as if he was going to cry. "What is the matter, Quatre? Poor little former prince misses his family?" Treize taunted. "Well, let me make you feel better. I'm sending you to my citadel in Norros with that Maxwell boy. There you will meet a few of your sisters. You know, Winners seem to make good whores. Maybe you can join their ranks later and this true."
At Winner's horrified look, Treize burst into loud, twisted laughter. He was a man of few words. Buy when he spoke, he did it with as much hurt and pain as he could, evidenced by the tears rolling down Winner's face. Trieze turned back to his throne and once again noticed Heero.
"Stand up, my pet," Treize said softly. Heero stood and Treize was by his side again, stroking his hair. "So beautiful...how could I ever ignore you, my pet? Hm?" he whispered. Heero was in heaven. "I remember why I called you here, my little torturer." Treize gestured to Winner. "This is Quatre Raberba Winner, the son of the former King Habir Nazari Winner. He is to go to my citadel in Norros with the Maxwell boy. Both are to become concubines. I want you and Zechs to escort them there, with half a dozen guards."
Treize leaned forward so he could whisper in Heero's ear, his lips almost touching the lobe. "Feel free to play with them, but no permanent blemishes, pet. If you can't control yourself, feel free to play rough with the guards."
"Hai, Treize-sama," Heero whispered, tingling with excitement at the thought of playing with the brown-haired on again. It was sad that he couldn't cut deep enough to scar, but it would have to be enough. "When do I leave?"
"Tomorrow, dawn. Everything is prepared. Enjoy yourself, pet. I want you to be happy," Treize said, before straightening and striding toward his throne. He didn't notice Zechs's angry look directed at Heero, then switched to himself.
"All of you, dismissed," Treize said in a commanding voice. The throne room cleared out.
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Duo gasped in surprise when he was thrown into a covered wagon that night. Was he being taken home.
"Duo!" a small voice cried. Quatre?! Duo spun around and cried out in surprise and relief, before embracing the small blond tightly.
"Quat, how are you? What happened? Why aren't you in army clothes? Are we going home?" Duo asked all in one breath. Quatre laughed quietly before he sobered up.
"I'm fine, Duo. I haven't been hurt so far, and I don't have to join the army. And no, we aren't going home," the petit blond said.
"What? Then why are we in this wagon? I don't understand," Duo mumbled.
"Duo?"
"Yeah Quat?" Duo said.
"We're not going home because..." Quatre swallowed quickly and prepared for his friend's outburst. "Treize is sending us to Norros to become concubines."
"WHA-WHAT?!"
~~~~Tsuzuku~~~
So, good for a come back? I hope so. Just review and tell me what you think, okay. Thanks. Hope you enjoyed it!
Miaka
Next chapter : Something is Seriously Wrong With Yuy
description: Heero begins his journey with his two prisoners, and has a little fun, Heero-style. Quatre explains why Treize didn't draft him.