Title: In the Eyes
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that is related to Gundam Wing. I am not making any money off of this story, so do not sue, and do not take this story for it is copy written by me!!! For the original version of this story is MINE!!!!!
Pairings: My usual
Summery: Heero has to get Duo to the White Fang before Trieze can steal him away. Magic, Chaos, and LEMON all around, YEAY.
Warnings: Everything under the sun. LOL
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Chapter One
IronChain
"Sire, a man here from Fane Black have given us…me the location of that…um that there Volaer in the Arcane's high ranges. He says that ..um he been seeing that there boy, for years now. With a little persuasion we…I also were able to get the creatures…that there boy…. weakness. He says, he says, that the boy is weak against them iron. Iron sire, can you believe that. That there Volaer is weak against them Iron. Mouth full, that is." The man said wringing out his hat in his hands as a nervous gesture in front of his new king. His king looked at the man in disgust.
"Sir, are you a moron?" King Trieze Kushrenada asked.
"No, sire, I an educated man, I can read and write. I know me math." The man said. "I don't see what these here questions has to do with the boy up there…sire." The man said, realizing that he was questioning the king himself. "Forgive me sire." he said. The king just smiled a nasty smile at the man and moved on.
"And…where is he?" Trieze asked, if he had to listen to this man talk any longer then necessary he feared his own IQ may dwindle a bit.
"Seven miles south of the Fane Black, Sire." The man said. Trieze laughed a bit. He had searched the Arcane mountains for twelve years now. Against his fathers orders, almost lost his crown over it. And the very thing he was looking for was only seven miles outside his kingdom. It was enough to make any sane person loose that sanity in a moments notice. And this man had known the entire time. This man in Fane Black had known.
"What is the name of the man?" Trieze asked.
"What man, sire?" Trieze sighed and glared at the man. This was hopeless.
"The man from Fane Black, the one who gave you the location." Trieze snapped out, the man flinched away from his king and closed his eyes. The king wasn't close enough to strike him, but the man didn't think that would stop him.
"Ho-Howard." The man replied shakily. "Sire." He added quickly.
"And did he know about the reward for finding the Volaer?" Trieze asked.
"He say he didn't, but by the way he say it say other wise. It took a lot of blood to get ther right information from his there lips. Wouldn't have even known 'bout him, if it weren't for another villager who says he saws him going into the forest at the foots of the Arcane's. " The man said, Trieze's face was held in complete disgust at the mans speech abilities, his eye twitching slightly.
"Oh?" Trieze asked. He took a sip of his wine and looked away from the man and out to the Arcane Mountains, a view that was both magnificent and depressing at the same time.
"Yes sire, had to use that there blunt force, I did. Killed the old fool in the end, to many of that inner bleedin', poor old fool that he was, didn't see it comin', sire." The man said, a cocky smile on his face, finally he had done something right. But Trieze shot a glare at him that made his heart stop right in his chest, and proved that he, in fact, had done something wrong.
"This man may have deserved to be punished for with holding information, but death is not a punishment for such crimes. See to it that in the future you refrain from killing my subjects." Trieze said, glaring death at the man, he was a fair king and would not have his people thoughtlessly slain, like his father had, for his own gain.
"But the late King Vijri-."
"I am not the late King Vijri. My father is dead, and my word is law now, you will fair well to obey it. Leave now, I don't think I can handle another word from your mouth." Trieze said, his voice was smooth and calm, but all he really wanted to do was hit the man in the face, a childish act for a king.
"That is not a well man." A female voice said, the witched stepped out from behind the kings chair. He had known she was there, but she liked to keep her presence hidden from the idiots that work for Trieze.
"I expect, since you are here, that you have everything taken care of, Lady Une." Trieze said, turning to look out the window, bringing his wine to his lips once more.
"Yes. The old wizard said that he would undo the spell. His only condition being that the boy go unhurt. I'm sending Alex with him to make sure everything goes accordingly." Lady Une smiled and looked towards the mountains with cold eyes. "That Volaer will soon be yours and his powers will be at your finger tips. Soon Kelas will be under one rule. Your rule, King Trieze." 'And I will be at your side.' she added in her head.
Trieze smiled a very small smile and stood, walking away from Lady Une, leaving the room without another word. Lady Une left herself. Neither of them noticed the shadow watching them with bright green eyes.
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A tall slim figure hid in the shadows of the local pub in the Capital City of Oz, Fane Black, his long black cloak hiding everything but his mouth and chin. His cobalt blue eyes shadowed from the people of the pub who went about their business unknowing of the figure who watched them. He watched from his position as another cloaked figure entered the pub, his hood was down, but he kept his head bowed, half of his face was hidden behind a curtain of hair.
The figure made his way to a small booth in the back of the room. No one seemed to notice him and if they did, they didn't show any interest in him or say anything. Once he was seated a waitress come over and placed a mug in front of him. When he didn't say anything she left, mumbling about rude people. He ignored her.
"They leave at dawn. Lady Une has put some guy by the name of Alex in charge of the operation. Should be real easy to just eliminate them all. I know there going to chain him in Iron chains, which will be an easy task for you to handle, oh master of earth." The figure said, his voice was a little mocking, but not in a bad way. The pub was noisy enough that there conversation was only heard between the two of them. "They got some information on him, killed some old merchant in Fane Black to get it." He added.
"So now they know where he is, which means now we do. But how are they going to break the seal. If I'm not mistaken the rumor has it that there is a seal spell over the entrance of his prison." The man at the booth asked, hiding his lips behind his mug, making it look like he was drinking the strong ale.
"The wizard that put him there in the first place has agreed to undo the spell. Of course for them to get a wizard to undo their own spells…well, let's just saw they must be paying him a lot. Though Lady Une did say something about his conditions being that the boy didn't get hurt." The shadowed figure said.
"Do the others know?" The man at the booth asked, there was a moments pause as a couple of people walked close by.
"Not that I am aware of. King Trieze just found out himself. The others are still in Fane Black, so it is a possibility that they saw Lady Une." The figure said.
"Well, tell the others, we'll meet in Aria. We'll cut off Miken once he has him and get back to Aria before Trieze knows we have him. We'll have to stay out of Shas. Une already knows we're after him as well and when she finds out he's gone, they'll be looking for us." The figure said. The shadowed figure didn't reply, sinking down into the shadow that was concealing him and disappearing from the pub. The man at the booth stood, leaving a single silver chunk on the table. He would need to get to Aria by day break. He mounted his white horse, nudging the horses sides and galloped out of the city of Shas.
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The Volaer was sleeping peacefully when he was startled awake by the sounds of twigs snapping and boots on the drying leaves of the late fall. Then he smiled. 'Must be Howard, I haven't seen him in a few days.' He thought happily waiting for the old man to come into view. Then he frowned, there was more then one person coming, and by the sounds of it a wagon. His face turned into fear and he moved further back into the shadows of the cave when he saw the small army like group before him, and with them the very wizard who locked him here. How could he forget that face, that mushroom shaped hair and the long carrot like nose.
"I see the chains I left you in rusted away, good I was hoping for that." The wizard said, entering the cave. Three other men followed with more chains, they were dull and grey. The Volaer panicked and tried to move further away from them, but was soon cornered. He closed his eyes , concentrating on his powers and started lifting the rocks around him, to build a wall around him of stone. "Hurry." He heard the wizard say.
The Volaers snapped open his eyes, loosing his concentration on his wall, the men grabbed him and wrestled the weaker boy to the ground, forcing his arms painfully behind his back. The boy winced but didn't say anything. The man holding the chains approached the boy. His violet eyes watched in fear and panic. When the chains touched his skin he gave out a moan of pain, the chains felt like fire on his skin. Realization washed over him, the chains were Iron.
The Volaer's body went limp from the iron, though he still felt like he was on fire, he had not the energy to fight, let alone move or even moan in pain. A hand touched his dirt covered skin, it was a gentle touch but felt like fire on his already burning skin. "Calm down we aren't going to hurt you." The wizard said. The Volaer would have laughed if he could have. The chains were hurting him and these men didn't know it.
The wizard was pushed away from the boy on the ground. And a smug face was in front of the Volaers dirty and lax face. "Once we get you to King Trieze, who knows what's going to happen to you. " He said with a wicked smile. The boy was dragged out of the cave and literally tossed into the cage on wheels.
"Hey you could be a little more gentle with him." The Wizard said, stepping forward and checking to make sure the Volaer wasn't injured. The Volaer watched as the wizards throat was cut from behind, blood spilling from his neck as he fell to the ground.
"Another ol' fool to add to me list." The large grubby man said.
"Just be prepared for the consequences of you actions, Muller." The leader of the little army said. He kicked his horse into a gallop and they set out for the city of Shas.
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The Volaer watched as the day went by and night finally descended over the small group. He watched as the men sat down and ate a hot meal, drinking the cold water and generally having a good time by the fire, as he was left in the cage wagon, chained down, his skin on fire from the touch of the iron, his mouth dry with thirst and his stomach growling for food, which he also felt he couldn't keep down even if he tried to eat.
He heard them before he saw them, the footsteps of a person, maybe two, coming towards the camp. They were moving quickly the quietly, but the Volaer had trained himself to ear the things normal ears would have not. The Volaer found himself amused that the humans had no idea that they were about to be ambushed, and by two people none the less. Well at least he would get a little entertainment of his death walk to this king. Maybe, if he was lucky they would try to kill him, he could pretend death and escape later. Yes it would bring him pain, but maybe it would bring freedom with it. Then he could escape and somehow manage to get to the White Fang.
He got another kick out of this little ambush when a figure rose up out of the fire, sword ready and started slashing at the men nearest him, and then another figure rose up from the shadow of a man and dragged him back into it. The two people he had heard coming towards the camp walked out from the woods and hacked down at the remaining men. All of them were cloak in long black cloth, their heads hooded to hide their identities.
He watched through half closed eyes as one of the figures opened the cage and pulled him out of it and into its arms. He looked up into the hood and saw shadowed blue eyes starring at him. The Volaer would have smiled if he could. 'A Volaer, I'm not the only one, I'm safe.' he thought before completely passing out in the arms of the man who had just saved him.
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Yeay another chapter. I will try to post another one soon. This story is all done, I'm just trying to get all the little mistakes taken care of. If there are any let me know and I will fix them. Thanks you.