Disclosure: I don't own them.I'll put them back just like I found them!
Some of the terminology used in this fic is from the anime series Outlaw
Star.unfortunately for me I don't own that either!
Warnings: 3x4, AU, Angst, Adventure, Some Sap, Lime.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who left a review for the last chapter, I'm really glad you are enjoying the story! There's not really any yaoi in this chapter either I'm afraid (sorry), but it is coming I promise!
Hoshi Kawakiri
Part Two
Trowa paced the length of his cell his footfalls creating a dull ringing sound as they hit the metal floor beneath them. Cell probably wasn't really the right word he reflected as he glanced around the room. Although sparse, it was comfortable and at least he wasn't restrained.
The brunette had no idea how long he had been in the room alone. After Heero had locked him in, Trowa had spent some time gazing out at the scattered debris of his companion's ship until the pirate vessel had entered sub-ether drive. Watching the stars fly by at such a speed had always made Trowa feel queasy, so he had opted to pace his room instead.
As he paced Trowa's emotions raced from almost unbearable grief and guilt for his part in his comrades' deaths, to ferocious anger and hatred against the men that had committed the act. Somewhere in between the two there was also confusion, what could these men possibly want with him?
After what seemed an age there were voices outside the door to his room, and though too muffled to make out any specifics Trowa could tell the owner of one of the voices was the blonde captain.
Trowa stopped pacing and leant up against the cold metallic side of the ship. The last thing he wanted was for it to look like he was intimidated by these men Trowa thought and he fixed a blank expression on his face as the door opened with a whoosh of pressurised air.
The blonde stepped into the room before glancing back at the man in the doorway. 'I'll take it from here Wufei' he said, and the other man nodded silently before heading back down the corridor.
Trowa's heart rate picked up; there was only the two of them now. He felt pretty sure he could overpower the smaller man, and if Trowa could get his weapon he might have a good chance of getting off the ship!
The pirate fixed Trowa with a knowing look. 'Don't even think about trying to escape; even if you could get past me, which isn't likely, you'd be dead long before you reached an escape pod.' He smiled sardonically at Trowa, 'then again my crew might find it amusing to let you launch and get crushed in ether-space, either way it really isn't worth your while.'
He fell silent for a moment before heading over to the side of the room and retrieving a chair, setting it in front of Trowa the blonde straddled it before pinning Trowa to the wall with his intense teal eyes. 'I would offer you a seat, but you wouldn't take it would you?'
Trowa felt like he was drowning under the blonde's gaze, it was almost as if the man could see into his very soul rendering his cool exterior utterly useless. Wrenching his eyes away from the pirate's piercing gaze Trowa was amazed he managed to keep his voice steady when he spoke:
'Just what exactly, is it that you want from me pirate?' He demanded his tone challenging.
The blonde laughed merrily, 'want from you? Oh no prince.you have it all wrong. I don't want anything from you. I am merely delivering you as per my orders.' Though the pirate kept a nonchalant expression on his face Trowa didn't miss the flicker of uncertainty that flashed through his aqua eyes.
Trowa smiled triumphantly, 'so if you're under orders to deliver me.you can hardly kill me now can you?' He pointed out blandly.
This time the irritation the crossed the pirate's face was only too obvious, swinging one leg over the chair he stood up and advanced on Trowa pinning him to the side of the ship with a strength Trowa never would have guessed he could possess.
'Don't push me prince' he hissed. 'Just because I have to deliver you, it does not mean I have to do so alive, you would do well to remember that!'
Stepping back slightly the blonde took a deep breath before seeming to reign in his anger. Trowa fought to keep from smirking; the pirate's reaction had told him in no uncertain terms that the blonde did indeed have to deliver him alive. A fact, he did not seem particularly pleased about.
Trowa's questioning seemed to have thrown the other man slightly and instead of returning to the chair the blonde began pacing the room much as Trowa had been doing before the blonde had entered it.
Turning to the communication panel on the side of the wall the blonde heaved another calming breath before beginning. 'If you would be so kind as to join me please prince.' Trowa decided against antagonising the man any further and merely moved silently to stand next to him.
'Thank you' the pirate murmured.
'It will take another three days of traveling before we reach our destination. During that time you are under my protection so if there is anything you need, just ask.'
'I need you to get me off this ship' Trowa muttered gaining a genuine laugh from the man beside him. Making no further comment on the request the pirate continued:
'I'm afraid I can't permit you to leave this room for obvious reasons; meals will be brought to you. There isn't much in the way of entertainment on this ship, not like the cruisers you're used to I expect, but I will give you access to the information on the ship's database. You might find it interesting.'
Trowa frowned, unsure of what the man meant by interesting. He felt no real gratitude for what the pirate was doing for him so he opted to stay silent instead of muttering empty thanks.
Raising his voice slightly the blonde addressed the ship directly, 'Sandrock.'
/Yes Quatre?/
'Please enter Prince Trowa as having level 3 access rights, excluding communications and door access.' The room was silent for a moment before the ship's computer answered:
/Are you sure that is wise?/
The blonde scowled and muttered something unpleasant under his breath, 'why do you always have to argue? I did not ask if it was a good idea, I told you to do it!'
Trowa had heard of the pirate's considerable technological prowess but this ship's artificial intelligence seemed to be eons ahead of anything else he had seen. His suspicions were confirmed when the ship answered, it's tone something like that of a sulky child.
/I was only trying to help./ Teal eyes narrowed dangerously and the computer seemed to decide against arguing further. /Access rights cleared, restricted Level 3 access granted./
'Why thank you Sandrock' the blonde muttered sarcastically before turning back to Trowa.
'I have business to attend to prince, so I will leave you to decide if you want to make use of the information available to you or not.' The pirate began to make his way across to the door. As he was leaving though he gave a small moan and strode back into the room again.
'Forgive me for being so rude,' he said, wincing slightly. 'I haven't made any attempt to introduce myself. Quatre Winner most feared captain in the galaxy and general dogsbody at your service!' The blonde grinned then, (an expression which made him look years younger) before bowing flippantly and marching back out of the room.
Shaking his head slightly Trowa continued to watch the door for a few minutes. The pirate had the most complex personality of anyone he had ever met Trowa thought; and he recognised the danger almost immediately. The brunette quickly decided he would have to be very careful about how he acted around someone as unpredictable as Quatre.
Still, he reflected; there was something about the way the blonde had spoken about his orders that made Trowa wonder just how loyal Quatre was to the pirate's cause. Finding out some more information on his captor might prove to be a good place to start Trowa decided. If there was unrest in the pirate's ranks, he would need as much information as he could possibly get if he was to use it to his advantage.
Turning his attention back to the com-panel Trowa wondered again why Quatre had decided to give his access to the ship's database. Was the blonde merely playing with him he wondered, or was there something more to it?
Deciding that there was really no way he could know Trowa moved forward to stand closer to the screen. If there something to the blonde's actions Trowa would need to be ready; and if Quatre was merely just playing with him? Well, at least it would kill time and stop him brooding on the events of earlier that day.
'Sandrock?' Trowa said rather tentatively.
/Yes Trowa?/
'Are you able to display all available information on Quatre Winner?'
/Affirmative/ came the response. /27 files found, please specify precise file./
Trowa glanced down the list of files trying to decide which would be the most useful, 'Sandrock, display personal database file, 0001.'
The computer was quiet for a moment before a picture of the blonde pirate flashed up onto the screen.
/Quatre Raberba Winner: Rank - Captain, Vessel - Sandrock (Grappler Star Fighter), Age - 19, Height - 198cm, Weight./
Trowa pulled the chair over from where Quatre had been sitting adopting the same position as the blonde and resting his chin on the back of the seat, this was going to take a while.
TBC.
Warnings: 3x4, AU, Angst, Adventure, Some Sap, Lime.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who left a review for the last chapter, I'm really glad you are enjoying the story! There's not really any yaoi in this chapter either I'm afraid (sorry), but it is coming I promise!
Hoshi Kawakiri
Part Two
Trowa paced the length of his cell his footfalls creating a dull ringing sound as they hit the metal floor beneath them. Cell probably wasn't really the right word he reflected as he glanced around the room. Although sparse, it was comfortable and at least he wasn't restrained.
The brunette had no idea how long he had been in the room alone. After Heero had locked him in, Trowa had spent some time gazing out at the scattered debris of his companion's ship until the pirate vessel had entered sub-ether drive. Watching the stars fly by at such a speed had always made Trowa feel queasy, so he had opted to pace his room instead.
As he paced Trowa's emotions raced from almost unbearable grief and guilt for his part in his comrades' deaths, to ferocious anger and hatred against the men that had committed the act. Somewhere in between the two there was also confusion, what could these men possibly want with him?
After what seemed an age there were voices outside the door to his room, and though too muffled to make out any specifics Trowa could tell the owner of one of the voices was the blonde captain.
Trowa stopped pacing and leant up against the cold metallic side of the ship. The last thing he wanted was for it to look like he was intimidated by these men Trowa thought and he fixed a blank expression on his face as the door opened with a whoosh of pressurised air.
The blonde stepped into the room before glancing back at the man in the doorway. 'I'll take it from here Wufei' he said, and the other man nodded silently before heading back down the corridor.
Trowa's heart rate picked up; there was only the two of them now. He felt pretty sure he could overpower the smaller man, and if Trowa could get his weapon he might have a good chance of getting off the ship!
The pirate fixed Trowa with a knowing look. 'Don't even think about trying to escape; even if you could get past me, which isn't likely, you'd be dead long before you reached an escape pod.' He smiled sardonically at Trowa, 'then again my crew might find it amusing to let you launch and get crushed in ether-space, either way it really isn't worth your while.'
He fell silent for a moment before heading over to the side of the room and retrieving a chair, setting it in front of Trowa the blonde straddled it before pinning Trowa to the wall with his intense teal eyes. 'I would offer you a seat, but you wouldn't take it would you?'
Trowa felt like he was drowning under the blonde's gaze, it was almost as if the man could see into his very soul rendering his cool exterior utterly useless. Wrenching his eyes away from the pirate's piercing gaze Trowa was amazed he managed to keep his voice steady when he spoke:
'Just what exactly, is it that you want from me pirate?' He demanded his tone challenging.
The blonde laughed merrily, 'want from you? Oh no prince.you have it all wrong. I don't want anything from you. I am merely delivering you as per my orders.' Though the pirate kept a nonchalant expression on his face Trowa didn't miss the flicker of uncertainty that flashed through his aqua eyes.
Trowa smiled triumphantly, 'so if you're under orders to deliver me.you can hardly kill me now can you?' He pointed out blandly.
This time the irritation the crossed the pirate's face was only too obvious, swinging one leg over the chair he stood up and advanced on Trowa pinning him to the side of the ship with a strength Trowa never would have guessed he could possess.
'Don't push me prince' he hissed. 'Just because I have to deliver you, it does not mean I have to do so alive, you would do well to remember that!'
Stepping back slightly the blonde took a deep breath before seeming to reign in his anger. Trowa fought to keep from smirking; the pirate's reaction had told him in no uncertain terms that the blonde did indeed have to deliver him alive. A fact, he did not seem particularly pleased about.
Trowa's questioning seemed to have thrown the other man slightly and instead of returning to the chair the blonde began pacing the room much as Trowa had been doing before the blonde had entered it.
Turning to the communication panel on the side of the wall the blonde heaved another calming breath before beginning. 'If you would be so kind as to join me please prince.' Trowa decided against antagonising the man any further and merely moved silently to stand next to him.
'Thank you' the pirate murmured.
'It will take another three days of traveling before we reach our destination. During that time you are under my protection so if there is anything you need, just ask.'
'I need you to get me off this ship' Trowa muttered gaining a genuine laugh from the man beside him. Making no further comment on the request the pirate continued:
'I'm afraid I can't permit you to leave this room for obvious reasons; meals will be brought to you. There isn't much in the way of entertainment on this ship, not like the cruisers you're used to I expect, but I will give you access to the information on the ship's database. You might find it interesting.'
Trowa frowned, unsure of what the man meant by interesting. He felt no real gratitude for what the pirate was doing for him so he opted to stay silent instead of muttering empty thanks.
Raising his voice slightly the blonde addressed the ship directly, 'Sandrock.'
/Yes Quatre?/
'Please enter Prince Trowa as having level 3 access rights, excluding communications and door access.' The room was silent for a moment before the ship's computer answered:
/Are you sure that is wise?/
The blonde scowled and muttered something unpleasant under his breath, 'why do you always have to argue? I did not ask if it was a good idea, I told you to do it!'
Trowa had heard of the pirate's considerable technological prowess but this ship's artificial intelligence seemed to be eons ahead of anything else he had seen. His suspicions were confirmed when the ship answered, it's tone something like that of a sulky child.
/I was only trying to help./ Teal eyes narrowed dangerously and the computer seemed to decide against arguing further. /Access rights cleared, restricted Level 3 access granted./
'Why thank you Sandrock' the blonde muttered sarcastically before turning back to Trowa.
'I have business to attend to prince, so I will leave you to decide if you want to make use of the information available to you or not.' The pirate began to make his way across to the door. As he was leaving though he gave a small moan and strode back into the room again.
'Forgive me for being so rude,' he said, wincing slightly. 'I haven't made any attempt to introduce myself. Quatre Winner most feared captain in the galaxy and general dogsbody at your service!' The blonde grinned then, (an expression which made him look years younger) before bowing flippantly and marching back out of the room.
Shaking his head slightly Trowa continued to watch the door for a few minutes. The pirate had the most complex personality of anyone he had ever met Trowa thought; and he recognised the danger almost immediately. The brunette quickly decided he would have to be very careful about how he acted around someone as unpredictable as Quatre.
Still, he reflected; there was something about the way the blonde had spoken about his orders that made Trowa wonder just how loyal Quatre was to the pirate's cause. Finding out some more information on his captor might prove to be a good place to start Trowa decided. If there was unrest in the pirate's ranks, he would need as much information as he could possibly get if he was to use it to his advantage.
Turning his attention back to the com-panel Trowa wondered again why Quatre had decided to give his access to the ship's database. Was the blonde merely playing with him he wondered, or was there something more to it?
Deciding that there was really no way he could know Trowa moved forward to stand closer to the screen. If there something to the blonde's actions Trowa would need to be ready; and if Quatre was merely just playing with him? Well, at least it would kill time and stop him brooding on the events of earlier that day.
'Sandrock?' Trowa said rather tentatively.
/Yes Trowa?/
'Are you able to display all available information on Quatre Winner?'
/Affirmative/ came the response. /27 files found, please specify precise file./
Trowa glanced down the list of files trying to decide which would be the most useful, 'Sandrock, display personal database file, 0001.'
The computer was quiet for a moment before a picture of the blonde pirate flashed up onto the screen.
/Quatre Raberba Winner: Rank - Captain, Vessel - Sandrock (Grappler Star Fighter), Age - 19, Height - 198cm, Weight./
Trowa pulled the chair over from where Quatre had been sitting adopting the same position as the blonde and resting his chin on the back of the seat, this was going to take a while.
TBC.