Blood Type O
Warning: There is a not so nice theme in this chapter. I'd say but that would ruin it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing GW related! Some characters are mine, don't take without askin'!!
Note I: Sorry this took so long to get out. Unfortunately real life problems snuck up and bit me on the behind, plus school so... Again sorry! Also unfortunately, this chapter is very short, again blame the real life prolems.
Note II: Sorry I couldn't thank all of the people last chapter post, I didn't have much time, but here we are! Thank you to: ozzypoos, loverwren, violet-eyes (x2), cryearthstearsfalltou (x2), Fallen, youko_foxfire, Koneko, Tammo the warrior, The Lazy Fairy (x2), Rei (x2), chibi-shiva, fRIED cHICKEN, anna may and last but certainly not least AtomicBlue!! Thank you all! You people, and all the others who have read it are truely why I write! I dedicate this story to you!!! Also, I dedicate it to Nev-chan, an esspecially good friend of mine (My wifey ^-^), Love you Sweetie!!
Note III: In my opinion, after this chapter the story goes down hill until the last few chapters. So I appoligize profusely in advance if you find the story boring at all! Gomen nasai minna-san!!
Note IV: (Last one I promise) If you people have any questions about the ficcy then drop me a line at my e-mail address! I would like to reply to them through e-mail, I just feel it is more personal than doing it on a list!
Okay, onward!!
fyi: (x2) = thanx twice, they reviewed more than once ^_^
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Previously...
Later that night Heero got up out of bed and padded over to the bathroom in his black silky pyjama bottoms. He flipped on the light of the massive room and went about his business.
As he was doing this he felt a cool hand touch his bare shoulder. The Japanese young man woke immediately at the unknown touch and whipped around instinctively barring his fangs and reaching for his pistol(loaded with silver bullets) which wasn't there.
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Chapter Four: The Apostate
"Jumpy aren't we." a cool voice said. Heero glared coldly at the dark haired apostate before him. Heero's eyes flashed silver, but there was underlying fear in the orbs. The prince tried to stop his so far undetectable trembling, before the man ahead of him noticed.
"My Little Prince, how are you faring?" the man purred slinking closer. Heero shuffled away.
"Don't call me that." Heero growled, "I do not belong to you Xochi."
"Why, are you bonded Dear Prince?" Xochi asked running a pale hand along Heero's cheek. Heero snapped his head away from the touch and backed up further, until he hit the black tile wall.
"You did not answer me." Xochi said still pressing forward.
"I am under no obligation to." Heero replied trying in vain to sink into the cool tile against his denuded back.
"In other words, you have not bonded with anyone since my predecessor killed your wife and daughter, I am correct right?" Xochi pressed his broader frame to the young man before him. Heero turned his head away and closed his eyes so he would not see the red glow in the other's.
"Now, now Little One, no need to go all silent on me. It is just a simple question." Xochi said as he leaned in closer. Heero summed up all of the strength which he possessed in his frightened state and pushed the taller vampire off of him.
"Get out of here." Heero said in an even no-nonsense tone. Xochi smiled wickedly and disappeared out of the open window.
Heero rushed over then closed and locked the window. He slid down the wall, wrapped his arms around his knees and buried his face in his arms with a long shuttering breath. He suddenly felt extremely dirty and violated.
"How come I didn't fight back." Heero whispered in a voice laden with tears. He shivered as he felt those cold hands slide over him in his mind. Pressing his small body against the cold wall, sandwiching him between that and the larger body. Foul breath against his face, he shivered again, hugging himself tighter.
Heero stood up, viciously scrubbing the tears from his eyes and stripped down. He turned the water on and jumped under the hot spray, feeling the streams of water cleanse his body, run in rivulets down his toned torso, to hit the shower bottom with a quiet echo. He lost himself under the constant stream, rinsing away all of the filth, guilt and self loathing, brought unto him by more then just the appearance of Xoshi beforehand. All aforementioned factors fitting within his history; brought upon Heero by being what he was.
Heero started when he felt cold water on his previously warm skin and jumped from the shower, grabbing a towel off the counter, how long had he been in there? He turned the water off, quickly towelled himself dry and slipped from the impressive room to change into something clean. He slid into bed and held his koi next to him, pressing their bodies together and delighting in the familiar warmth. Heero settled down in a peaceful unconsciousness.
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TBC...? C&C please! It helps me want to finish this darned thing!
Warning: There is a not so nice theme in this chapter. I'd say but that would ruin it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing GW related! Some characters are mine, don't take without askin'!!
Note I: Sorry this took so long to get out. Unfortunately real life problems snuck up and bit me on the behind, plus school so... Again sorry! Also unfortunately, this chapter is very short, again blame the real life prolems.
Note II: Sorry I couldn't thank all of the people last chapter post, I didn't have much time, but here we are! Thank you to: ozzypoos, loverwren, violet-eyes (x2), cryearthstearsfalltou (x2), Fallen, youko_foxfire, Koneko, Tammo the warrior, The Lazy Fairy (x2), Rei (x2), chibi-shiva, fRIED cHICKEN, anna may and last but certainly not least AtomicBlue!! Thank you all! You people, and all the others who have read it are truely why I write! I dedicate this story to you!!! Also, I dedicate it to Nev-chan, an esspecially good friend of mine (My wifey ^-^), Love you Sweetie!!
Note III: In my opinion, after this chapter the story goes down hill until the last few chapters. So I appoligize profusely in advance if you find the story boring at all! Gomen nasai minna-san!!
Note IV: (Last one I promise) If you people have any questions about the ficcy then drop me a line at my e-mail address! I would like to reply to them through e-mail, I just feel it is more personal than doing it on a list!
Okay, onward!!
fyi: (x2) = thanx twice, they reviewed more than once ^_^
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Previously...
Later that night Heero got up out of bed and padded over to the bathroom in his black silky pyjama bottoms. He flipped on the light of the massive room and went about his business.
As he was doing this he felt a cool hand touch his bare shoulder. The Japanese young man woke immediately at the unknown touch and whipped around instinctively barring his fangs and reaching for his pistol(loaded with silver bullets) which wasn't there.
~~~~~~
Chapter Four: The Apostate
"Jumpy aren't we." a cool voice said. Heero glared coldly at the dark haired apostate before him. Heero's eyes flashed silver, but there was underlying fear in the orbs. The prince tried to stop his so far undetectable trembling, before the man ahead of him noticed.
"My Little Prince, how are you faring?" the man purred slinking closer. Heero shuffled away.
"Don't call me that." Heero growled, "I do not belong to you Xochi."
"Why, are you bonded Dear Prince?" Xochi asked running a pale hand along Heero's cheek. Heero snapped his head away from the touch and backed up further, until he hit the black tile wall.
"You did not answer me." Xochi said still pressing forward.
"I am under no obligation to." Heero replied trying in vain to sink into the cool tile against his denuded back.
"In other words, you have not bonded with anyone since my predecessor killed your wife and daughter, I am correct right?" Xochi pressed his broader frame to the young man before him. Heero turned his head away and closed his eyes so he would not see the red glow in the other's.
"Now, now Little One, no need to go all silent on me. It is just a simple question." Xochi said as he leaned in closer. Heero summed up all of the strength which he possessed in his frightened state and pushed the taller vampire off of him.
"Get out of here." Heero said in an even no-nonsense tone. Xochi smiled wickedly and disappeared out of the open window.
Heero rushed over then closed and locked the window. He slid down the wall, wrapped his arms around his knees and buried his face in his arms with a long shuttering breath. He suddenly felt extremely dirty and violated.
"How come I didn't fight back." Heero whispered in a voice laden with tears. He shivered as he felt those cold hands slide over him in his mind. Pressing his small body against the cold wall, sandwiching him between that and the larger body. Foul breath against his face, he shivered again, hugging himself tighter.
Heero stood up, viciously scrubbing the tears from his eyes and stripped down. He turned the water on and jumped under the hot spray, feeling the streams of water cleanse his body, run in rivulets down his toned torso, to hit the shower bottom with a quiet echo. He lost himself under the constant stream, rinsing away all of the filth, guilt and self loathing, brought unto him by more then just the appearance of Xoshi beforehand. All aforementioned factors fitting within his history; brought upon Heero by being what he was.
Heero started when he felt cold water on his previously warm skin and jumped from the shower, grabbing a towel off the counter, how long had he been in there? He turned the water off, quickly towelled himself dry and slipped from the impressive room to change into something clean. He slid into bed and held his koi next to him, pressing their bodies together and delighting in the familiar warmth. Heero settled down in a peaceful unconsciousness.
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TBC...? C&C please! It helps me want to finish this darned thing!