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Roses Are Red
Chapter four: The Arrival
"Duo! We have a booking for an entire week! A man named Treize has bought al of the rooms and even gave extra money so we can finish putting the frames in!" Wufei's excited shout came from downstairs. Duo had been painting a table upstairs, being very careful about staying on the painter's mat Howard had given him for a dollar. After finding a safe place for the table, he ran down the stairs.
"What!? Every room for a whole week?" Duo gasped.
"Yeh, some rooms will even have a couple people, three I think." His friend said.
"Wow! When are they coming?"
"In three days. Do you think Howard can have the frames?"
"I'll finish up that table, then go and order them." An Duo was up the stairs and finishing the painting as quickly as he could get it done without screwing anything up.
Only a few our before their rich guests arrived, the frames came and the pair had only just gotten the last bed done when a rich voice called from below. Duo bounded down the stairs to see five men, a young lady, and a young boy or girl of only about fourteen or sixteen. The young figure kept their head down and the face was hidden by a mop of brown hair.
"Welcome to the Chang-Maxwell House, you must be mister Kushrenada." Duo bowed happily.
"Yes, the rest of my group is a short ways down, by the shops." The brunette said. "I am Treize Kushrenada and this is Zechs Marquise and his younger sister, Relena" He motioned to a tall blond and the young woman hanging on the smallest of the group.
"I am Duo Maxwell and my boss, Mr. Chang is finishing up on your rooms. Now, who will be bunking up and who won't be?" He asked pleasantly.
"All of us will have single rooms, just show us where the doubles are and I'll tell the men using them. And my room will be next to his with Zechs on the other side. Relena's room shall be across the hall from his room." He gestured to the small figure in Relena's grasp.
"Are they engaged?" Duo asked, he didn't think that a woman should hang on a man like that unless they are married, engaged, or in a close relationship. Zech's face twisted awfully at the very suggestion of the pair being engaged.
"No, he was given to us when his old caretaker, ah, passed on. Please excuse his behavior, he's ill in the head and is open to fits." He gestured to the long sleeves that Duo realized were connected by metal at the elbow, it was hidden by the loose shirt.
"Follow me to the rooms." Duo decided that he didn't wish to speak with someone that would chain a child up. Wufei came down just as they went down the hall. After showing them to their rooms, Duo went to find Wufei.
"Duo, who was the peasant with them? Did he sneak in?" Wufei asked.
"What peas-oh! They said he was ill in the head."
"Ill in the head? How was the group, not much there." Wufei said.
"The others are in town." Duo explained. A bang from the door announced the arrival of someone. He ran out to the front hall to see a man whose face was horribly disfigured.
"Where's Treize?" he growled.
"Wait a short moment and I will ask him if he wishes to see you. What's your name?"
"Where is his room? Treize told me this was where we were staying and I need to find someone," he growled.
"Wait a moment." Duo snapped before walking to Treize's room. "Mr. Kushrenada? There is a man looking for you!" He yelled after a quick rap on the door. Treize walked out and followed the young adult to the front hall.
"Dekim? What do you want?" Treize asked.
"I'm looking for someone." He growled.
HEERO'S POV
Heero sat on his bed and looked at the window. He only got to look up when he was alone, for Treize wouldn't want anyone to see the abuse he had gone through. The sixteen year old jumped when his door slammed open. Dekim stood there, the worst of his captors. Dekim loved seeing Heero in pain and he had been schooled against letting his pain show. With his body in constant pain, it made getting a reaction harder to get.
A scarred hand grabbed his neck while another began attacking his chest, face, and arms. A hard punch to the side of his face almost broke his cheek bone and jaw. Heero's nose was broken and right before he passed out, he saw the silver lash of a knife as his shirt was torn off. Before he could be lost to the world of unconsciousness, though, Dekim waved smelling salts under his nose before he started cutting.
From his past, Heero learned, or rather it was beaten into him, that he was to be quiet at all times unless he had to talk. When Dekim was done, he left without a word and Heero's tense body relaxed. After a few moments, he began to fix himself up by touch only as the sun was setting. The teenager couldn't reach his back, chest, or arms as his elbows were bound. The next morning when Treize came to give him a small bit of soggy bread and a trickle of water, the man also fixed him up. The man left his slave without a word spoken. Heero just sat on the bed and looked out the window.
AN: The chappies are going to be somewhat shorter for a while, maybe.
Come on! please, just one review, I need motivation, a review that tells that no one likes it would even work, that way I can just take it off and work on it in my own time.
Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and Happy Kwanzaa, if you celebrate something that I missed, sorry, but Happy whatever that is too.
Roses Are Red
Chapter four: The Arrival
"Duo! We have a booking for an entire week! A man named Treize has bought al of the rooms and even gave extra money so we can finish putting the frames in!" Wufei's excited shout came from downstairs. Duo had been painting a table upstairs, being very careful about staying on the painter's mat Howard had given him for a dollar. After finding a safe place for the table, he ran down the stairs.
"What!? Every room for a whole week?" Duo gasped.
"Yeh, some rooms will even have a couple people, three I think." His friend said.
"Wow! When are they coming?"
"In three days. Do you think Howard can have the frames?"
"I'll finish up that table, then go and order them." An Duo was up the stairs and finishing the painting as quickly as he could get it done without screwing anything up.
Only a few our before their rich guests arrived, the frames came and the pair had only just gotten the last bed done when a rich voice called from below. Duo bounded down the stairs to see five men, a young lady, and a young boy or girl of only about fourteen or sixteen. The young figure kept their head down and the face was hidden by a mop of brown hair.
"Welcome to the Chang-Maxwell House, you must be mister Kushrenada." Duo bowed happily.
"Yes, the rest of my group is a short ways down, by the shops." The brunette said. "I am Treize Kushrenada and this is Zechs Marquise and his younger sister, Relena" He motioned to a tall blond and the young woman hanging on the smallest of the group.
"I am Duo Maxwell and my boss, Mr. Chang is finishing up on your rooms. Now, who will be bunking up and who won't be?" He asked pleasantly.
"All of us will have single rooms, just show us where the doubles are and I'll tell the men using them. And my room will be next to his with Zechs on the other side. Relena's room shall be across the hall from his room." He gestured to the small figure in Relena's grasp.
"Are they engaged?" Duo asked, he didn't think that a woman should hang on a man like that unless they are married, engaged, or in a close relationship. Zech's face twisted awfully at the very suggestion of the pair being engaged.
"No, he was given to us when his old caretaker, ah, passed on. Please excuse his behavior, he's ill in the head and is open to fits." He gestured to the long sleeves that Duo realized were connected by metal at the elbow, it was hidden by the loose shirt.
"Follow me to the rooms." Duo decided that he didn't wish to speak with someone that would chain a child up. Wufei came down just as they went down the hall. After showing them to their rooms, Duo went to find Wufei.
"Duo, who was the peasant with them? Did he sneak in?" Wufei asked.
"What peas-oh! They said he was ill in the head."
"Ill in the head? How was the group, not much there." Wufei said.
"The others are in town." Duo explained. A bang from the door announced the arrival of someone. He ran out to the front hall to see a man whose face was horribly disfigured.
"Where's Treize?" he growled.
"Wait a short moment and I will ask him if he wishes to see you. What's your name?"
"Where is his room? Treize told me this was where we were staying and I need to find someone," he growled.
"Wait a moment." Duo snapped before walking to Treize's room. "Mr. Kushrenada? There is a man looking for you!" He yelled after a quick rap on the door. Treize walked out and followed the young adult to the front hall.
"Dekim? What do you want?" Treize asked.
"I'm looking for someone." He growled.
HEERO'S POV
Heero sat on his bed and looked at the window. He only got to look up when he was alone, for Treize wouldn't want anyone to see the abuse he had gone through. The sixteen year old jumped when his door slammed open. Dekim stood there, the worst of his captors. Dekim loved seeing Heero in pain and he had been schooled against letting his pain show. With his body in constant pain, it made getting a reaction harder to get.
A scarred hand grabbed his neck while another began attacking his chest, face, and arms. A hard punch to the side of his face almost broke his cheek bone and jaw. Heero's nose was broken and right before he passed out, he saw the silver lash of a knife as his shirt was torn off. Before he could be lost to the world of unconsciousness, though, Dekim waved smelling salts under his nose before he started cutting.
From his past, Heero learned, or rather it was beaten into him, that he was to be quiet at all times unless he had to talk. When Dekim was done, he left without a word and Heero's tense body relaxed. After a few moments, he began to fix himself up by touch only as the sun was setting. The teenager couldn't reach his back, chest, or arms as his elbows were bound. The next morning when Treize came to give him a small bit of soggy bread and a trickle of water, the man also fixed him up. The man left his slave without a word spoken. Heero just sat on the bed and looked out the window.
AN: The chappies are going to be somewhat shorter for a while, maybe.
Come on! please, just one review, I need motivation, a review that tells that no one likes it would even work, that way I can just take it off and work on it in my own time.
Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and Happy Kwanzaa, if you celebrate something that I missed, sorry, but Happy whatever that is too.