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Betrayl of Bloods

By: Lost-Remembrance (Red Tail)

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Chapter Two:

The surgeon looked over the young boy's wounds, his face wasn't as pale as it was before and he still hadn't wakened up.

"Well?" Maximus said without patience. He had seen some of the other marks and faint scars lining his body, showing he wasn't wounded easily; that and the training he induced to become as good as he was.

"Well," The surgeon said, getting up from his spot next to the boy to look at the General. "He seems to be asleep."

"His wounds I meant." His eye twitched in annoyance.

"When he was unconscious I managed to fix him up. The arrow was still in his body and I managed to get it out." He motioned towards the bloodied arrowhead on a linen cloth. He sighed. "He has a slash and puncture wound on his side, a shoulder wound and a arrow wound." He said clearly.

"Now though, if I were to touch them, the boy would have my head." He sighed heavily. "Watch…" he demonstrated, bringing his hand down near to the boy's face to touch the wound on the side of his face, then stopped.

A hand gripped him tightly and prussian eyes flashed open with hate in them. "Don't touch me." He hissed, not letting anyone heal his wounds except himself or the other general. He didn't trust anyone.

"Yes," The doctor turned to look at Maximus. "What happened, pray tell me, General."

"It was a trap that they happened to work out." Maximus said simply, not really wanting to go in-depth on the whole thing.

Hearing his voice, Heero's eyes opened again. "Maximus!" Heero jerked off the bed, wincing slightly and looking at the white bandages sealing some of his blood. "What happened?"

"Nothing, there is to be a feast tonight in honor of our victory. The son and daughter's of Caesar have arrived." He said with a monotone voice for once, able to hide his amusement.

"That means—" Heero thought aloud, 'Her' he finished off in his mind.

She was lovely in repose, having long blonde hair and deep blue eyes, her smile lit up even the battle-torn cities they passed through, bringing the lost hope into peoples hearts. The Caesar had two daughters and one son, though he seemed to disown him. She was the youngest, Relena.

"Yes, that means the lady Relena shall be here." Maximus said, not clear on the boy's thoughts of the girl yet, though he seemed to like her.

"When?" Heero found himself questioning.

Maximus gave him a questioning look. "The banquet? We must attend. The Senate has been called and it's important for that to happen is it not?"

"Yes, it is," The general told him. "The party has started, though I'm sure you can be late." He grinned at this.

The boy looked at him before throwing off the covers. He was wearing his pants still, minus the armor that probably weighed about the same as himself. "Well, ceremonies call for my armor, so might I be able to inquire as to where it is?"

"Yes, here." Maximus was already wearing his uniform and armor.

"Thank you," Heero muttered, throwing the armor onto his body. It fit him perfectly; he stretched his arms and cracked his shoulder. "Much better…" He whispered to himself.

"Shall we leave?" He questioned the boy.

"Yes," Heero's black cape swelled in the cold gust coming at them. They entered the larger tent set up for the whole event.

"General's," A lower soldier bowed at them. "Commander, how are you fairing?"

"Quite well now, it's just a scratch. Thank you for your concern though." He bowed his head slightly, entering further.

"After this, we will be released." Heero told the older man who looked happier at this.

"When this war is over, just as me you shall be freed." Maximus told the teenager who furrowed his brow at this. "Something displeases you?"

"Nothing at all." The man said calmly. "I have never taken into account my own pleasure in life. It's something I was grown out of as a child."

"I see, you have no place the other than the battlefield, is that it?"

The boy nodded his head. "I don't think my services to Rome shall end here."

"You shouldn't think that way. You have already spent over ten years in the military." Nothing crossed the younger boy's features. "You could come and live with my family. You need to live your life, elsewhere from battle."

Heero turned to look at him, shocked. "You're inviting me to come and live with your family?"

"It's not an invitation. I consider you a second son and have for some time. It's a promise. I wouldn't like to loose family in the war."

"…Family?" The word seemed so…alien to him. He never had friendship, family, and friends. The General seemed all these things as of now… "Thank you." He said, bowing his head.

'Good, I take that as a yes,' The man thought happily. "Let's get some food."

They went over to talk with some of the people and took their seats at the higher-ranking table with the Senators.

"Tell me, Commander Heero." A senator asked with amazement. "How old are you?"

"Fifteen." Heero responded shortly.

"Why! My son is only that age and still is at home, not even able to kill an opponent!" A senator gasped, making the others nod.

"My age may seem surprising, but I have many skills, it is through those that I have come this far in my rank."

"True words for a true fighter." A younger woman, Dorothy Catalony, wife of a senator said to him coldly.

"I hear that your skills succeed even the General's at times." Another told him.

He was quiet for a moment. 'Where is Maximus when you need him? Damn delegates talk too much.'

"My life is revolves around fighting, war, and death." He told them without emotion. "Maximus has a home, family, and a farm." He hadn't answered the question, but who said he needed to.

"Hello, Commander Yuy." A soft voice came from near him. He turned around to see the woman he would know to come. Relena Peacecraft, a royal descendant that lived with her sister and brother.

"Good day to you, Miss Peacecraft. How do you fair today?"

"Quite well, for Rome has vanquished another foe so I can be at ease tonight." She smiled softly at him.

"Do you mind if I were to take this seat?" She questioned him with a smile.

"Not at all, Miss Peacecraft." He felt a small smile tug onto his lips also.

She took a seat next to him, sitting closer than she needed to be, but he didn't pull away.

"General Heero Yuy." A soldier said, approaching him. "You are needed elsewhere, please follow Simmons to where you are needed." He bowed.

"Please, inform everyone that I will most likely not be returning for a while." He bowed his head.

Relena nodded in understanding. "It's been a long day for you." She commented lightly as she sipped her wine while giving a smile to the young General.

"Many of the soldier's would like to know how you fair, Commander." Dorothy said from near him.

"Than you may gather their attention and tell them so yourself, my duties lie elsewhere currently." He told her, getting up from his chair.

"Good bye, general." Relena bid him as she lightly bowed her head at him and sent another smile.

"We have been friends for long whiles, you may call me Heero." He whispered into her ear as he bent to grab his twin swords.

"And I Relena." She whispered back to him.

"No, for you are of royal blood and I shall hold my manners as they always were." He told her, leaving the room as many bowed or cheered at him as he left.

"Such a courageous man…" She heard Dorothy whisper longingly.

"Miss Catalony, were and aren't you not married already?"

"Why yes, Miss Relena, but there is a point to dreaming." She said with a lustful look in her eyes while thinking of the young general. 'I believe someone is just jealous…'

TBC

Author's note: thanks to those of you who reviewed! Sorry for the long wait in updates—finals are coming up on Monday through Thursday so I'm cramming everything in XP Wish me luck!

Love, Red Tail