Dislaimer: Okay, now who's stupid enough to believe that I own this junk? I mean, if I owned it, do you think this would be a fic? No, I didn't think so...
Pairing: What it's always been... 1x3
Author's Note: I'm really glad that you all think this is a good fic. This is the first AU
I've ever written, and I'm glad it's being recieved with open arms and there's no \ flames! But, if there are flames, I'll let you know now that they will be used to ignite the cannons on Heero's ship!
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Chapter Seven
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Trowa followed Heero up the stairs and across the deck, dodging swords, daggers, cannons, bullets, and anything else that was being thrown about. Heero seemed to know where he was going and in a few minutes they reached a gangplank that led to the ship sailing next to them. Heero stepped up on the wood and then looked down at Trowa. "Can you cross this easily?" he demanded.
"Yes," Trowa answered. Heero nodded and then proceeded to walk it's length and jumped nimbly down on the other ship. Trowa followed quickly and landed next to Heero, taking in the new ship. There was a female pirate on another gangplank a yard or two away and Heero had gone over and was talking with her.
Her hair was as black as night and her skin a dull bronze from the sunlight. She looked at Trowa and her eyes narrowed and her part of the argument picked up considerably. Finally Heero seemed to become bored with it and pulled a dagger swiftly out of his boot, holding it to her throat. He said something to her and she nodded once, carefully avoiding the blade.
Heero turned and walked back to Trowa, the woman following him. Trowa took a step back, pressing himself against the nearest high wall behind him. Heero stopped by the plank they had used to board and motioned for Trowa to approach. Trowa hesitated, eyeing the woman uncertainly. Heero caught it and a smirk flitted across his mouth.
"It's alright Trowa. This is Anna, she's one of my most trusted comrades. She will be watching over you until I return. No, she's not going to baby-sit you, but she is going to tend to those wounds-" Anna made a sound of disagreement and Heero turned, glaring at her.
"Sir, I would serve you better if I fought alongside you, not watched over your prisoner," she stated.
Heero spun on her again. "Anna, if you do not agre to do this, I shall throw you
overboard. Now, you are to watch over Trowa, and if the blood sickens you to much, don't bother yourself tending to him. I shall do that when I get back. You are, however, obliged to make sure he doesn't get his head blown off. That he doesn't blow someone else's head off, and that he doesn't fall - or jump - overboard. Do you understand me?" he demanded.
"Yes captain," she replied stiffly.
"Good. I shall see to you soon Trowa, meanwhile make yourself comfortable," Heero said, turning back to Trowa. He moved forward, clasping Trowa's shoulder with a hand. "Don't let her scare you. If she goes against any one of my orders, tell me and I'll see to her punishment," he whispered in Trowa's ear. Trowa nodded, uncertain by the amount of contact between them.
Heero backed away and then crossed the plank, disappearing in the clash of metal and haze of gunsmoke. Anna stared at the space Heero had been in a moment before for a moment before finally turning an icy look at Trowa. "Well then boy, come with me," she said. She led him down into the cabins and looked around as if uncertain.
"Don't you know your way around?" Trowa asked dryly.
"Don't be smart with me. The captain didn't specify where to keep you, wonder if
he'd mind the cells?" she murmured. Trowa looked down the corridors. One corridor
stopped abruptly half-way and he stared at it in puzzlement. Anna followed his gaze and then smirked.
"Yes, I suppose that would do," she murmured.
"What would do?" Trowa demanded remembering what Heero had told him.
"You shall wait in the captains rooms. I doubt you can get in much mischief there. Now, come along," she stated, leading him to the closed door in the half-corridor. She took a key ring out and unlocked the door, motioning Trowa to enter before her. Trowa walked in and then heard the door close.
He turned around, expecting to find Anna standing there scowling but was half
surprised when he didn't. The door was closed and he heard the sound of it locking. "So you're going to leave me here are you?" he called.
"All I'm obliged to do is make sure you won't get into any trouble. This is the best way I see in doing that. Don't break anything," she called. Her voice and footsteps faded as she left him standing in his rescuer's greeting room.
"Wonderful. Just wonderful..." he grumbled to himself as he sat down on a settee and gazed out the window at the lightening sky.
Pairing: What it's always been... 1x3
Author's Note: I'm really glad that you all think this is a good fic. This is the first AU
I've ever written, and I'm glad it's being recieved with open arms and there's no \ flames! But, if there are flames, I'll let you know now that they will be used to ignite the cannons on Heero's ship!
~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter Seven
~*~*~*~*~*~
Trowa followed Heero up the stairs and across the deck, dodging swords, daggers, cannons, bullets, and anything else that was being thrown about. Heero seemed to know where he was going and in a few minutes they reached a gangplank that led to the ship sailing next to them. Heero stepped up on the wood and then looked down at Trowa. "Can you cross this easily?" he demanded.
"Yes," Trowa answered. Heero nodded and then proceeded to walk it's length and jumped nimbly down on the other ship. Trowa followed quickly and landed next to Heero, taking in the new ship. There was a female pirate on another gangplank a yard or two away and Heero had gone over and was talking with her.
Her hair was as black as night and her skin a dull bronze from the sunlight. She looked at Trowa and her eyes narrowed and her part of the argument picked up considerably. Finally Heero seemed to become bored with it and pulled a dagger swiftly out of his boot, holding it to her throat. He said something to her and she nodded once, carefully avoiding the blade.
Heero turned and walked back to Trowa, the woman following him. Trowa took a step back, pressing himself against the nearest high wall behind him. Heero stopped by the plank they had used to board and motioned for Trowa to approach. Trowa hesitated, eyeing the woman uncertainly. Heero caught it and a smirk flitted across his mouth.
"It's alright Trowa. This is Anna, she's one of my most trusted comrades. She will be watching over you until I return. No, she's not going to baby-sit you, but she is going to tend to those wounds-" Anna made a sound of disagreement and Heero turned, glaring at her.
"Sir, I would serve you better if I fought alongside you, not watched over your prisoner," she stated.
Heero spun on her again. "Anna, if you do not agre to do this, I shall throw you
overboard. Now, you are to watch over Trowa, and if the blood sickens you to much, don't bother yourself tending to him. I shall do that when I get back. You are, however, obliged to make sure he doesn't get his head blown off. That he doesn't blow someone else's head off, and that he doesn't fall - or jump - overboard. Do you understand me?" he demanded.
"Yes captain," she replied stiffly.
"Good. I shall see to you soon Trowa, meanwhile make yourself comfortable," Heero said, turning back to Trowa. He moved forward, clasping Trowa's shoulder with a hand. "Don't let her scare you. If she goes against any one of my orders, tell me and I'll see to her punishment," he whispered in Trowa's ear. Trowa nodded, uncertain by the amount of contact between them.
Heero backed away and then crossed the plank, disappearing in the clash of metal and haze of gunsmoke. Anna stared at the space Heero had been in a moment before for a moment before finally turning an icy look at Trowa. "Well then boy, come with me," she said. She led him down into the cabins and looked around as if uncertain.
"Don't you know your way around?" Trowa asked dryly.
"Don't be smart with me. The captain didn't specify where to keep you, wonder if
he'd mind the cells?" she murmured. Trowa looked down the corridors. One corridor
stopped abruptly half-way and he stared at it in puzzlement. Anna followed his gaze and then smirked.
"Yes, I suppose that would do," she murmured.
"What would do?" Trowa demanded remembering what Heero had told him.
"You shall wait in the captains rooms. I doubt you can get in much mischief there. Now, come along," she stated, leading him to the closed door in the half-corridor. She took a key ring out and unlocked the door, motioning Trowa to enter before her. Trowa walked in and then heard the door close.
He turned around, expecting to find Anna standing there scowling but was half
surprised when he didn't. The door was closed and he heard the sound of it locking. "So you're going to leave me here are you?" he called.
"All I'm obliged to do is make sure you won't get into any trouble. This is the best way I see in doing that. Don't break anything," she called. Her voice and footsteps faded as she left him standing in his rescuer's greeting room.
"Wonderful. Just wonderful..." he grumbled to himself as he sat down on a settee and gazed out the window at the lightening sky.