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Love, Red Tail
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Betrayl of Bloods
By: Lost-Remembrance (Red Tail)
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Chapter Three:
Heero had been requested to see the presence of the heir as the banquet went on.
"Yes?" Heero asked Comodus in the shadows. Maximus was in the Caesar's tent discussing the battle most likely.
"When the time comes, when I am Caesar," Comodus began slowly. "I would like for you to serve me as you have done my father." He almost commanded.
Heero sighed almost heavily in the slightly cold. "With all respect, I have already made plans after being let go from the army. Maximus was kind enough to welcome me into his household." He said, looking at the heir of the throne.
The man held a lustful look in his eyes at the young soldier as he slapped the boy on the cheek roughly. 'Always Maximus!' His mind hissed back and forth. A bruise began to form from the harshness of the slap, or more like punch, on the teen's cheek.
"Might I inquire as to what that was for?" Heero questioned coldly, not liking being hit like that.
Comodus glared and then spun on his heel, leaving the boy whom sighed heavily at this action. That heir never made any sense.
"Sleep, that is what I need." He told himself, heading back to his tent.
He opened the heavy cloth and felt warmth hit him kindly. "Garth?" He questioned. His servant from the emperor as a gift appeared, a smile on his face.
Before he had been left under the young commander's ownership, he had a cruel life. Heero made him seem like an equal, even paying him at times for running errands so he could buy his own freedom someday.
"Here," Heero gave him a piece of parchment.
"Whom would you like me to deliver this to?" He inquired. He was far from buying his freedom, but never gave up hope.
"No one," Heero told the man older than himself by about ten to twenty years.
"No one, sir?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"No one but yourself." He said as the man opened the document and gasped. He was free, free now with the document.
"Sir!" He gasped happily.
"Garth," The man said while looking at the fire. "Tonight is your last night here, a horse will be given to you to go where you please but the rest is up to you. The money you have so far, use it for food and clothing."
"Might I ask as to why?"
"I am getting released tonight, already done by now. Maximus has agreed to take me to his home and live there."
"Sir," The man said happily.
"No worries,a friend owed me a favor and he freed you." He said to the servant.
"Yes, no worries." Worries were far from their grasp, but they lay on the doorstep, waiting to be let inside.
Acts of treason were to be occurred as a murder that was plotting to be committed; the plot to organize the death of the Caesar.
TBC
Author's note: Very short and too the point--sorry for that XP
Love, Red Tail