My World
A/N: hahaa...wow...it's been one hell of a long ass time! I'm so sorry peeps for the delay in writing this thing. And I promise this chapter will be extra long because of your devoted wait. I don't know exactly where I'm going with this but I'm gunna take it one line at a time. So, read and enjoy! Spring Break is finally here!
Oh, btw, I'm making Heero a Senior Commander instead of a General...it just works better. So all of the other guys are commanders themselves with their own little fleets. Make sense? You'll see whose the General in this chapter...;-)
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Chapter 6: Entrancement and the History of the Amazons
She stared down at the soupy broth that lay on the ground before her. Her fingers grazed against the blue designs of the ceramic bowl as she gazed at her reflection in the foggy water. Two misty eyes danced and shined through its reflection as if the woman knew something that the world will never know. Using her left hand, she gripped at the wooden spoon that sat next to the bowl, and dipped it into the water, the ripples hiding her reflection from view. Slowly, she brought the spoon up to her pink lips and sucked its contents off the wood and into her dry mouth. She could feel the warm liquid travel down her throat and hit her stomach with a kick.
"I hope you're enjoying this," spoke a deep voice from across the room.
"Oh believe me, I am," she responded as she lifted her head up to look at her jailor. Ice blue clashed with dark, and without breaking contact; she lifted another spoonful to her lips and nursed it as if she were a child sucking on its mother's milk. With his arms still folded across his chest he smirked at her; somewhat amused by her presence.
"I'm glad."
"Oh really? So do I make you happy?" she asked as she put her arms on the floor behind her and leaned back as if offering herself to him. "You don't seem like a very happy person." He grunted in response and she smiled. Her lips turned upwards as she flashed him her pearly white teeth and his eyes darted straight to her mouth. He found her undeniable attractive and yet extremely unobtainable. His eyes wandered from her mouth to her slightly frizzy hair. It was long and was a little further down than mid back and curled inwards. How he longed to run his fingers through that silky field of wheat.
"How long are you going to keep this up?" she asked him as she leaned forward. Her arms which were placed behind her, rested on her folded lap.
"Keep what up?" he asked her, leaning father back into his wood chair.
She peered at him through her rusted bars. "Oh...I don't know..." she sighed as she cocked her head and rested it on her left hand. "Watching me while I eat. Keeping me locked up behind bars?"
He blinked at her. "Well," he started; there was a short pause. "How long are you going to keep this up?"
She lifted her head up and her back straightened. "Excuse me?"
"Where are the other tribes Relena?"
"I told you, I don't know," she said as she glared at him.
"Bullshit, I know you know. Now tell me," he commanded her.
"Even if I did know," she started as she stood up and gripped at the bars. "Why would I ever tell you?"
He stood up and walked to the gate, grabbing her hands that grinded against the rusted steel. "Because I'm you're only way out of here, and If you don't tell me, we'll be seeing a lot more of each other than you think," he whispered huskily. She snorted, turned around, walked to her bowl and sat. Her hands grabbed the blue ceramic and brought it to her face to sip the remaining soup. Heero smirked once again and turned to walk back to his chair on the other side of the small room. His feet sluggishly brushed across the floor creating a deep hallow sound. He sat down in the chair and it creaked loudly as he leaned back and once again crossed his arms over his chest.
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A sweet tangy flavor pounded against his tongue as he chewed on the small fruit in his mouth. This man was completely relaxed, laying back on a futon with his hands under his head, as a dark haired Italian lady held grape vines above his head, feeding him one grape at a time as she partially sat on the chair. He listened silently as a young girl played the harp. Her bony hands plucked softly against each strong string, creating a heavenly sound. The strong scent of sweet ripe fruit, the taste of the grape's tang, and the plucking of the harp created an almost euphoric experience as his senses were overwhelmed.
"I trust you rested well," said the woman as she leaned forward and brushed her lips against his. Her tongue darting out and tasted the sweet fruit on his lips as her left hand played with his blonde stringy hair.
The man moaned slightly into her mouth and whispered against her lips, "What would I do without you Lucretsia?" His blue eyes met her chocolate brown ones.
"Shrivel up and die in your lonely misery, I'm sure, my lord," she said as she leaned down once again to kiss his soft lips, only to pull away when he spoke to her once again.
"Yes, and this is why I thank God every day for your presence; so that I will not 'shrivel up and die,' as you say, in my lonely desert heart." Lucretsia smiled at him and moved her body so that she could place the grape vines back onto the silver platter that laid on a wood stand. Looking back at him, she pushed him over some and laid next to him with her arm draped across his chest. His hand immediately darted out and caressed her soft shoulder, in a lover's caress.
The man's booming voice spoke out in a fierce command to the young girl with the harp. "Leave us." With one last pluck, she bowed and scampered out of the room.
"Zechs..." moaned Lucretsia as she placed her right leg over her lover's waste and rested her head in the crook of his neck.
"Hmm?" he quietly asked her with his eyes still shut and his hands still dancing across her arm.
"When are you going to ask me to marry you? We've been lovers for the past two years. When will you make it official?" she asked innocently as her brown eyes glanced up to his face. His body tensed and his hand stopped its waltz on her arm. He opened his mouth to answer her, but as soon as he did a soldier pushed open the doors and strode his way over to the two. Zechs silently thanked god for the diversion but also cursed the man for his interruption. He sat up and stood to his feet to greet the soldier. The man clicked his heels together and bowed.
"General Marquees," the man classified.
Zechs bowed back and questioned, "Yes soldier?"
"I have news from Senior Commander Yuy, sir," he said as he pulled out a parchment of paper and unraveled it. He then began to read the paper out loud. "The battle against the Amazon tribe Sosqua in the outer skirts of Greece was successful. The Amazons retreated and we were able to obtain five captives: Dorothy Catalonia, Catherine Bloom, Marian Chang, Hilde Shildabaker, and Relena Peacecraft. We have begun interrogation as to acquire where the other tribes are, but we have yet received any information. We await your command sir, to as what we will do with these captives. Signed, Senior Commander Heero Yuy." the soldier then rolled the parchment back up and handed it to his General. Zechs skimmed the paper one more time and froze at one name in particular. Peacecraft...he thought to himself. Could it be..? Tearing his attention away from the name, he acknowledged the soldier in front of him with a tone of authority in his voice.
"Give Senior Commander Yuy my message personally. Tell him I'm on my way."
"Yes sir!" said the soldier as he once again clicked his heels and bowed, turning away from the couple and retreating through the doors. Zechs sighed and walked to the futon and sat heavily next to his lover. He grabbed her knee through her deep purple dress. The gold rope brushed against his hand.
"Pack your things Lucretsia," he instructed her as he stood up once again and walked to a box that sat against the window. He opened it and pulled out a long piece of parchment, filled with hundreds of different names. Rolling it up nicely, he stuck it under his belt and turned to look at her with his blue eyes twinkling. "We're going to Greece."
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"Eat." the man instructed a woman. "I know you must be hungry. There's no need to use manners while you're with me," he said as he motioned to her forking her chicken in small bites while he engrossed his face with his hands.
"Unlike you," she started as she placed her fork down on her plate. "I don't need to be a slob while I eat, even though I'm an Amazon 'savage,'" she spat at him. At her words, he paused and placed his meat back onto the plate; wiping his hands on the cloth napkin that lay in his lap. At least he used a napkin.. She thought wryly.
"I never called you a savage Hilde."
"You didn't have to Duo. I know what you think, just as I know what every other Roman thinks." She said as she shifted her eyes to her hands that were placed on her knees.
"And what's that?"
She sighed as she looked back up into his violet eyes. "Just because I live in a mud hut rather than large palaces carved from stone, doesn't make me any less than a person Duo!" she cried as she slammed her hands onto the table.
"I never thought you were any less of a person than me!" he exclaimed as he stood up from his chair. They were currently in his quarters, eating at the table that was painstakingly set just for the two of them to have dinner.
"..Then why won't you let me go home?" she asked him as a tear slid down her cheek. Duo sighed and walked over to her, griping her shoulders before engulfing her into a hug.
"You got to believe me Hil when I say I want to. I just cant though. Not until we get the orders from the General." he breathed into her hair.
"And what if the General orders you to kill me Duo? What then?" she whispered with her head resting against his shoulder. He pulled away from her and looked into her eyes.
"I would never let that happen," he breathed silently. "The past two days I've known you have been the best two days of my life. I love your wit and spunk. I feel something for you...I don't know what it is, but it's there." he whispered against her lips before brushing his against hers. She sighed and gripped his shoulders for support and strength.
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A high-pitched cry echoed through the holding block. This cry, however, wasn't the type of cry you would normally hear from a human being. This cry was the cry of metal. The clashing and sparking of it as it was brutally beaten by rocks.
"Stupid." mumbled a figure as she tossed another rock at the rusting bars before her. "Stupid cell...Stupid Romans...stupid freaking rocks." she said louder as she brutally threw the cold, hard chunk of earth against the bars. She let out a frustrated growl and pounded her fists into the dirt. In the previous day, the Romans had decided to separate her and her fellow sisters from each other, insisting that there was some sort of conspiracy being planned. In agitation, the woman hit the ground harder underneath her and closed her eyes. She took several deep breaths to try to calm her nerves, however, nothing seemed to be working. She could hear the faint mumbles of her leader and one of the Romans in the distance. She didn't like how it sounded; and she'd be damned before she talked to a Roman civilly.
"Aren't you a little old to be throwing temper tantrums?" someone asked. The woman opened her eyes and looked up at a blonde figure squatting behind the bars, dressed in his red armor. He peered at her with his crystal blue eyes as if he was contemplating something, or trying to solve a puzzle.
"Not that it's any of your business, but no. You can never be too old to throw temper tantrums," she huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest. "And in this case, I feel as if I have a right to considering I'm being held against my will." She glared at him with her sharp blue eyes as she peered between her blonde strands.
"In that case, by all means. Please continue." He said with a smirk. In agitation, the woman picked up a large rock and threw it at his face. Unfortunately for her, it bounced off the cell bars, hit the ground with a soft thump, and rolled back to sit in front of her feet. She did catch, however, how he jumped back. Unconsciously trying to avoid the rock's sharp edges.
"I guess I deserved that...," he said as he brushed off his uniform. "I did tell you to continue didn't I, Dorothy?" he said with a gentle and kind smirk.
This Amazon though didn't like this smirk in the slightest. How dare he smirk at her with such kindness, after fighting her, caging her, keeping her from home against her will; even though there's not much of a home left to go to. And he, that damn Roman, has the right to smirk at HER!?! "As a matter of fact you did deserve it, and I'm not sorry that I did so," she snapped back at him.
"Who ever mentioned you being sorry?" he asked her. She growled at him.
"Listen Roman-"
"Quatre, please. No need for formalities dear." he said as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Roman, I don't know what the hell your up to or why exactly is it that you and your damn country have to invade every god damn tribe from here to the north pole, and at the moment I really don't care, but don't you have something better to do than to just be standing there? And how about letting me go?!" she screamed.
"As a matter of fact. You're right Dorothy. I do have something better to do." he said as he uncrossed his arms and pinned them to his side, bowing with politeness. "Good day Ms. Catalonia." He smiled at her once more, and sharply turned his body and walked away. She growled in frustration as she listened to the thumping of his feet in the hallway grow fainter and fainter; until she could not hear them any more at all. Dorothy closed her eyes and mumbled to herself several times:
"One more day.."
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Catherine considered herself extremely lucky. Not that luck had anything to do with her situation. If anything, being held hostage in a Roman camp was extremely unlucky. But she did, however, find it lucky that she managed to convince one of the Roman guards to grant Marian and herself access to the garden...with the proper supervision of two Roman guards of course. She sighed in content as the wind blew back her straight red strands. She looked at Marian as she created a crown of flowers. She tied each end tightly together, creating a link, and added several more to where she saw fit.
Catherine smirked and her blue eyes shut tightly as she lifted her face to the heavens and allowed the sun to gently kiss her with its warm rays. She had always enjoyed days like this back home. She could still remember the smell of the trees and the feel of the warm earth against her legs, even though she was now currently sitting on a rough, jagged, and cold rock. Taking in a deep breath, she lay back on the stone and opened her sapphire eyes to the sky above her. She began making out shapes in the clouds, some resembling deer, while others resembled owls and foxes. She closed her eyes once more and listened to the world around her. She took in every chirp and bark from the animals. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't concentrate her senses on her Roman guard. She knew he was somewhere out here, however, she hadn't figured out where.
On some level, Catherine considered that it was quite odd that a garden was in the middle of a Roman army camp, but as one observed the surrounding walls, it was blatantly obvious, that this large and daunting building was once a castle of some type, and she imagined tons of women gathering and playing in this very garden without any troubles, and most importantly, without any men. Sighing, Catherine brought her hand up to her neck, and gripped at the large sapphire and steel necklace; letting her hands caress the cool metal as it drooped across her chest. It's cool smooth structure tickled her fingers as she brushed by them, and then shocked her as if she was burned when her fingers met the warm soft skin of her chest. After letting her hands linger over the swell of her breasts she moved them to the hem of her traditional strapless deerskin gear. With her free hand, she fingered the end of her clothing that met her leg at mid thigh. The hand that was once on her breast traveled downwards and flattened itself against her stomach. Her reddish-brown dress rippled against every move of her hand. Continuing downward, she felt her cool black leather belt. The belt itself somehow resembled a weapon. It was laced with steel and swirled patterns decorated it as the thin strap of her waste traveled downwards into a large upside down triangle. Suddenly, she removed her hand from her belt and brought it back to the swell of her breasts, and let her hand slip down it's curved valley underneath the fabric of her garb. Gripping at something that scraped against her fingers, she pulled at the round, stiff object until it completely revealed itself to the open world. With her eyes still shut, she brought the object to her lips, and gently placed her them around it, blowing slightly, and moving her fingers over the small holes. Music filled the once almost silent garden, and flowed like a river through the air. Marian started swaying and humming along as the wind tasseled her black hair in front of her face.
"I'm guessing that is how you managed to get that passed us," said a deep voice. Catherine immediately forgot about her music, and sat up quickly, opening her eyes to whomever voiced their terminology.
Marian stopped her humming and stopped tying flowers together as she looked up and glared at the two guards before her. Resting her eyes on the figure sitting against the tree, she tensed her jaw as if chewing with difficulty, and opened her mouth to speak. "What?"
"Her instrument" he said as he pointed to the wooden flute still in Catherine's hand. He then brought his hand back to his chest and patted the metal armor. Trowa looked closely at Catherine and decided spontaneously to have a conversation with her. "Do you often carry it with you?" She brought the flute in front of her, and inspected its carved features and toyed with the feathers that hung from the end.
"Yes."
"Why?" he asked her as gazed sharply with his intense green eyes. Marian glanced her black eyes back and forth between her red headed sister and the man who attempted to talk to her. Unexpectedly, the other man, Wufei, sat down in front of her, and stared at her as if inspecting a chipped piece of glass.
"It brings me luck." Catherine responded. It was obvious, threw her tone, that this female Amazon did not want to speak with him at the moment, or perhaps, not at all.
"Why is that?" Trowa persisted. She tore her eyes away from her contraption to give her guard a piercing look.
"Are you always this nosy?" she snapped.
"Are you always this bitchy?" he retorted.
Catherine glared at him and brought her eyes down to her folded lap. "If you're asking if I'm this untrusting with people I first meet, including men, and especially Romans, then yes, I am always this bitchy."
"Why don't you trust me?" he questioned. When she looked sharply up at him, he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Oh," he commented. "Right. That." A long agonizing silence followed for several minutes. Neither one spoke to each other in fear of breaking the already fragile tension. Bravery, however, overcome one of the occupants of the garden quickly.
"Our tribal mother gave us each a gift when we became of age. Each gift was special, and to unique to each individual in our tribe. Relena, the tribal heir and most pure Amazon, received the crystal crown and staff of light, Sarriah. These two pieces are said to bring light to even the darkest of places, and are considered to be the most valued possessions in all of Greece.
Dorothy, the most vengeful of us all, received a black sward, carefully carved resembling that of King Tatanu's golden one, which turned black when his wife murdered him. I received the headdress of tongue, which allows me to speak and understand any language, not that I need it of course because I was born with this talent. See this stone that rests against my forehead?" Trowa and Wufei nodded and Wufei motioned with his hands for Marian to continue. "Hilde, the most resourceful and genuine of the sisters, was given a replica of the golden ring presumably worn by the god Schildabeaker on her journey to flush the earth in green. We the Amazon people, are named after Tatanu and his queen's daughters; the demigods. Catherine was given a marvelous set of knives. Her aim is incomparable to anyone. Her sister...Julia, received that flute," said Marian as she pointed to the wooden flute that Catherine played with in her hand. Her red strands collapsed over her shoulders as her head bowed in remorse. "Julia was her blood sister, not her tribal sister." Marian paused and smiled sadly when Catherine spoke up
"She was kidnapped by Romans when I was five. I still remember her playing every night..." she sighed and kissed the wooden frame of the instrument.
Trowa stood from his sitting position and straightened his back, giving him a much more deadly and large look than that of what he had while he was sitting. "I'm very sorry for your loss Catherine.." he said as he walked to the walk she was sitting on and placed his form next to her. "If you would, could you tell me about this King Tatanu?" Catherine smiled genuinely and turned her head to tell him the tale.
"Relena tells this story often, and I'm afraid that I can not tell it as well as she can. After all, when she became heir, she saw our history with her own eyes."
"How?" asked Trowa with a puzzled look. "How could she actually witness your history?"
"When she drank the blood of the beast, she took a bite of the poison leaf Danza. Apparently it is poison to us mortals; and only a true heir can survive its poison. If the person survives it, the gods allow the mortal to view what has passed and glimpse at what is to come. When the ritual is complete, and she becomes the next mother; or high priestess, she will be able to associate with the gods themselves, and forever be blessed by them."
Trowa pursed his lips together in thought. Being logical, and living in a civilized country, he did not believe in such things as magic. "Well, tell me the story any way."
"Well, legend tells us that Tatanu was once a great god that ruled over our home land. As a young man he fell in love with a mortal woman, whose name was Marianna. Unfortunately for the two, it was strictly forbidden that a god associates himself with mortals; but out of his love for this woman, he married her in secret. This secret, however, one day was let lose, and Tatanu's mother, the moon goddess, bestowed upon Marianna a curse.
This curse revealed itself in time, when they decided to create a family. His wife, Marianna bore him hundreds of daughters, thus creating the Amazon people, but she was unable to bear him sons." Catherine paused and looked at Marian, allowing her to continue the story for her.
"Tatanu became bitter and threatened to kill Marianna if she continued to to bear him daughters. Sweet Marianna never believed him until the day he actually attempted to murder her.
Not wanting their queen and mother to be killed, the Amazons threw over the king and stole his golden sward. Taking this weapon and giving it to their mother, our queen killed her husband, and the gold sward that gripped at her hand, turned black like their love had. Dropping the sward, Queen Marianna screamed, and it is said that the scream that fell from her lips was so horrendous that she turned to stone. Her daughters carved a large temple out of the eastern mountain and placed her figure there, trying to revive her with their godly magic. Unfortunately, their attempts failed, causing Marianna to relive her last day nightly, even though there is no sward that she grips, and there is no man that she kills.
The temple in which she rests is lush with flowers and several streams of water that pop out of the stone ground. The temple is dark, and it seems almost impossible that life could grow there, but it is said that Queen Marianna's mouth, which forever remains open in it's scream, gives light and is thus our sun. Each night, when the sun sets, Marianna turns to stone once again."
Trowa and Wufei sat quietly for several moments contemplating the information they had just received. Marian smiled at Catherine, who smirked back and brought the flute to her lips, and began retelling her haunting tale of lost love in the form of music.
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A/N: HEYY! LOL SORRY UMM ABOUT THE "SHORT" DELAY. I was going to make this chapter continue further, but I got tired of writing this. The next chapter will be a surprise...and THAT will be titled "Seduction" heh. I would appreciate your predictions as to what is going to happen when "SeXy Zechsy" joins the picture. I like hearing your comments. I started writing this chapter over spring break...sometime last week, and I got a mental block. :-(.
I'm trying to get back into teh swing of things, as in trying to update all of my fics. Heh...it's proving more difficult than i thought.
About the last little scene between Catherine and Trowa and Marian and Wufei, I was origionally going to have that Trowa and Catherine's section, but it spanned over three pages and I'm just like...eh...maybe i should just combine the two little thingies to make one little thingy so i can be done with this chapter!!! so yeah, if you see any mistakes, go ahead and tell me I appreciate your input.
Ok...I cant think of anything else to say. OH YEAHH! Since I feel that my writing is a bit different in the earlier chapter than it is now, I'll probably get around to reposting those...because, well frankly they kinda suck.
SO! OK!!! review!!!
3 - Nicole (Sorrow)
