Disclaimer: I own NONE of it. Though if anyone wants to contribute to the Darci Foundation, I'd be happy to buy it with that!
Pairing: Let's see....1x3
Author's Note: Okay, like I said, this'll mainly be Trowa I guess. I'm trying to outmaneuver FF.net. I don't think it'll work, but oh well. Enjoy my loyal subjects! Enjoy and submit feedback to the Great, Mighty, and Wondorous Author you all adore!
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Chapter Six
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Trowa groaned as he opened his eyes, glancing around. His hands still throbbed
and now his head was beginning to as well. The smoke lay heavily in the room he was in and there was water now rushing into the cells as well. Groaning again he sat up, looking at the door. The other prisoners were no where to be seen, but judging by the dark liquid that was dripping from the stairs, he had a pretty good idea that they had joined the children.
The water was an inch or two high in his cell, a foot in the cells farther back. Gingerly he stood, feeling the water soak into his boots. It was warm, but not exactly pleasant. Walking over to the cell door, he shoved it open and walked over to the stair. He could hear the pirate's shouting, but they didn't seem to be as close as he would have thought.
Cautiously he climbed the slicked wooden steps, slipping one and sliding down them. After that he walked even slower and after a few minutes reached the hall. There was no one around, not as far as he could see anyway. Well, except for the bodies that littered the ground outside the stair. Wde-eyed, mouths opening, vomit and blood mingling together and flowing in all directions. They weren't a pretty picture.
There was a sword in one of the men's hands and he took it. Eyeing it warily. He knew how to weild one, he would prefer a pistol, but a sword would do. Something creaked and he crouched down instinctively before silently scolding himself. It was probably one of the doors downstairs that had been hit by water.
No matter what caused it though, he wasn't ready to get a knife in his back, or a bullet to the head. His hands were throbbing again and when he looked down he saw that the knuckles were swollen and crusted with rust colored blood that had dried. He inched his way to the stairs leading up deck where the fighting continued, oblivious to the sinking..
As he walked up the stairs he heard an ear-splitting scream somewhere up above and jumped back. A moment later the captain of the Death Bringer tumbled past him and lay in a withering heap on the hall floor, amid the blood and vomit of his slaves. Trowa sighed and looked back up at the doors and froze.
A pistol was level with his forehead, held in the hand of a youth with wild dark hair and eyes the cololur of a steel blade of cold blue. "Move and I'll shoot. Drop the sword. Good, now, tell me, what is yer name?"
"Trowa. Trowa Barton," Trowa answered.
"And what is yer business upon this ship?"
"I was taken from Port Silver and was forced into slavery for the captain," Trowa answered, gesturing to the man below him. "And I worked with them," he added, gesturing to the dead slaves by the stair. "Shoot me know if you wish, I'll die sooner or later anyway."
The youth smiled, chuckled a little as well. He shook his head and looked at Trowa. "Come then, you have no need to stay here if you are but a prisoner. My name is Heero Yuy. I give you the chooice, come with me and I shall take you to and, or have me kill you here. What will it be?"
Trowa looked at him in shock. This was Captain Heero Yuy? Well, what had he expected? Someone with one eye and a peg-leg? Compared to the rumours, Heero looked normal. Well...like any other pirate would in any case. "I'll come with you. But only if you promise not to kill me or leave me on a deserted island."
"Done. Come along Mr. Barton, we shall have you taken care of immediately."
And with that the captain turned on his heel and walked away. Trowa swallowed and then quickly followed him out into the battle.
Pairing: Let's see....1x3
Author's Note: Okay, like I said, this'll mainly be Trowa I guess. I'm trying to outmaneuver FF.net. I don't think it'll work, but oh well. Enjoy my loyal subjects! Enjoy and submit feedback to the Great, Mighty, and Wondorous Author you all adore!
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Chapter Six
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Trowa groaned as he opened his eyes, glancing around. His hands still throbbed
and now his head was beginning to as well. The smoke lay heavily in the room he was in and there was water now rushing into the cells as well. Groaning again he sat up, looking at the door. The other prisoners were no where to be seen, but judging by the dark liquid that was dripping from the stairs, he had a pretty good idea that they had joined the children.
The water was an inch or two high in his cell, a foot in the cells farther back. Gingerly he stood, feeling the water soak into his boots. It was warm, but not exactly pleasant. Walking over to the cell door, he shoved it open and walked over to the stair. He could hear the pirate's shouting, but they didn't seem to be as close as he would have thought.
Cautiously he climbed the slicked wooden steps, slipping one and sliding down them. After that he walked even slower and after a few minutes reached the hall. There was no one around, not as far as he could see anyway. Well, except for the bodies that littered the ground outside the stair. Wde-eyed, mouths opening, vomit and blood mingling together and flowing in all directions. They weren't a pretty picture.
There was a sword in one of the men's hands and he took it. Eyeing it warily. He knew how to weild one, he would prefer a pistol, but a sword would do. Something creaked and he crouched down instinctively before silently scolding himself. It was probably one of the doors downstairs that had been hit by water.
No matter what caused it though, he wasn't ready to get a knife in his back, or a bullet to the head. His hands were throbbing again and when he looked down he saw that the knuckles were swollen and crusted with rust colored blood that had dried. He inched his way to the stairs leading up deck where the fighting continued, oblivious to the sinking..
As he walked up the stairs he heard an ear-splitting scream somewhere up above and jumped back. A moment later the captain of the Death Bringer tumbled past him and lay in a withering heap on the hall floor, amid the blood and vomit of his slaves. Trowa sighed and looked back up at the doors and froze.
A pistol was level with his forehead, held in the hand of a youth with wild dark hair and eyes the cololur of a steel blade of cold blue. "Move and I'll shoot. Drop the sword. Good, now, tell me, what is yer name?"
"Trowa. Trowa Barton," Trowa answered.
"And what is yer business upon this ship?"
"I was taken from Port Silver and was forced into slavery for the captain," Trowa answered, gesturing to the man below him. "And I worked with them," he added, gesturing to the dead slaves by the stair. "Shoot me know if you wish, I'll die sooner or later anyway."
The youth smiled, chuckled a little as well. He shook his head and looked at Trowa. "Come then, you have no need to stay here if you are but a prisoner. My name is Heero Yuy. I give you the chooice, come with me and I shall take you to and, or have me kill you here. What will it be?"
Trowa looked at him in shock. This was Captain Heero Yuy? Well, what had he expected? Someone with one eye and a peg-leg? Compared to the rumours, Heero looked normal. Well...like any other pirate would in any case. "I'll come with you. But only if you promise not to kill me or leave me on a deserted island."
"Done. Come along Mr. Barton, we shall have you taken care of immediately."
And with that the captain turned on his heel and walked away. Trowa swallowed and then quickly followed him out into the battle.