Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Traitorous Heat ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Traitorous Heart

Diclaimer: Don't own 'em, don't sue. You wouldn't get nothin' outta this otaku but a couple pennies and some well-loved novels. 'Sides I'll have 'em back fairly unharmed.

Warning: Shounen ai, AU, OOC Quatre, might have lime in latter chapters.

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"Hey Tro! Get your ass out here! Got somethin' to show you!"

Trowa sighed and set the book he had been attempting to read aside. He had learned early on in life that it was not so easy to get out of anything Duo wanted to do. The braided boy usually annoyed you into doing it anyway and Trowa was not in the mood for his friends incessant babbling. The sooner he got this over with the sooner he could return to the novel.

Duo was standing outside his door, violet eyes wide with excitement, strands of dark hair falling out of his usually neat braid. No doubt he had just come in from a ride through the countryside with Heero. He had to wonder what was so important that the boy had hurried to his room without straitening himself up. Usually Duo was very self-conscious of the way he looked and everything had to be perfect while around people.

"What is it that's so important, Duo?" Trowa asked quietly, without a hint of the annoyance he was feeling.

"Me an' Heero came in from our ride and it's all over the palace that an elf's been captured," The brunette informed him as he grabbed hold of the taller boys wrist and began tugging him down the corridor. "He's being kept in a cage and since you're the prince and all I figure you could take me to see him. Maybe get the poor this released. Nothing should hafta be kept a captive against it's own will."

The young prince made no comment, though his interest as well had been peaked. It wasn't every day that an elf was brought into the palace and he was interested in seeing the mystical creature. He had read about them in many of the books he read and the stories had always enthralled him. These had always been his favorites so he had accumulated quite a large collection of the tales. Trowa couldn't help but feel and urge to protect the creature. He didn't believe that it should be kept in a cramped cage either.

As they neared the courtroom Trowa notice the buzzing of voices from the crowd inside. There was no doubt that anyone who had heard of this news was inside that room and the two would have a difficult time pushing through all the people within. This would not be an easy accomplishment.

Duo was ranting and cursing as he was jostled and bumped into, just barely saving himself from the depths of one ladies great gown. Trowa smiled slightly at the sight while he himself dodged easily through the crowd. Sometimes being tall and thin was a blessing. Duo just cursed louder, gaining many dirty looks from the courtiers within hearing range. The young man wasn't exactly the most popular noble, but he was the prince's best friend so was to be 'tolerated'. It was amazing the sort of things people would put up just to gain royal favor.

As he reached the edge of the crowd he saw Wufei, the court magician trying to keep people from the metal cage. The oriental teen was waving his staff around angrily, trying desperately to stop one impetuous young noble from attacking the captive. Trowa recognized this young man. Owen Thrisgal. A young heir, newly come to court. He was rude and snobbish, believing himself better than all others despite his rather low status. The young man had started trouble on one of the kings hunts not a week before over some trivial thing that Trowa for the life of him couldn't remember. No doubt Owen thought to impress wealthy daughters with another one of his 'feats of bravery'.

As he watched the teen become more violent Trowa felt his temper slip. "Enough!" He shouted from his standing spot. "Everyone out of Wufei's way! That includes you Owen."

The crowd backed away immediately and Owen turned to glare at him impertinently before stalking away. Wufei thanked with a nod and turned to the elf.

Trowa got his first glance of the creature and nearly choked out a gasp. But this boy was beautiful. He was small from what the young prince could see, with feathery blonde hair that seemed to literally float about his face. His saphire eyes stared into Trowa's emerald almost daringly. Trowa could see a very stubborn person in those depthless eyes. Two pointed ears peaked from his crown of pale golden hair. This and the boys silken garments were the only this which discerned him from and other human.

Trowa returned the look with an intensity of his own. "Release him," he told Wufei without looked away.

The magician moved to comply but stopped as Owen and a few of his followers stepped forward.

"Are you insane!" the youth demanded angrily. "That thing could kill us without mercy and you're-"

"You do not know your place," Trowa interrupted when he saw the small blonde flinch at the accusation. "You will bide what I command."

Owen stared at him defiantly for a few. There were a few titters though the crowd as he stood stalk still "Yes, highness," he all but growled and jerked away. The conversation grew louder. No one dared to speak to royalty with such insolence. Something so foolish could get you killed depending on the royal's temperament. Lucky this was calm and collected Trowa and not his father Triton. Owen would surely be on the chopping block by now if he had have treated the king in such away.

Trowa merely sighed and than ordered everyone to leave. He's had quite enough of all of this for one day. The courtiers could go gawk at something else from now on. He would see to it that this captured beauty would not see those faces while still in the palace.

Duo was following the crowd and Trowa grabbed the boy's arm to stop him from leaving. He's be damned if his best friend would be sent away with all of those brainless leeches. Never mind that he had just uttered a command and all of his subjects were supposed to follow it no matter what.

Next, slight figure stepped forth from the shadows and joined the two in the center of the room. Heero, an envoy sent to Silernia from a far off country, had been living in the palace for about two years. He had always been anti-social and preferred to keep hidden during anything to do with the courtiers. Duo had found the exotic youth sitting alone in the gardens one afternoon and Heero had been part of their group ever since. After a few months, though, Heero and Duo had passed that line of friendship and were now lovers. This was made evident as Heero hand latched possessively around the brunettes long braid. Duo merely looked smug about this small gesture.

After nodding at the two, Trowa turned to Wufei. "Release him. He has done no one harm and does not deserve to be held like this."

Wufei bowed slightly and turned to unlock the magicked door before opening it and stepping away. The blonde elf looked at them warily before crawling outside and clibing to his feet. Trowa had been right about his size. He was about five foot five, small for someone who appeared about sixteen years old. He was slime and lithe, head held high and confident; a pose that didn't quite fit with someone who had just been held captive.

And as Trowa looked into that beautiful face, he wished that he could make that suspicious look go away, but that was as much as impossible. Who would trust the son of the man who had captured for no reason other than to amuse others. Knowing it was impossible didn't make the urg go away. Deep down, Trowa realized he'd just lost his heart to this boy. For better or for worse Prince Trowa Barton of Silernia had fallen in love with a male elf.

Quatre eyed the group defiantly, ready for whatever torture this young prince had in store for him. This wasn't his first dealing with humans after all. They were a cruel, ruthless lot, who thought nothing of destroying anything different, anything that may change their meaningless lived. He had np doubt that these four young humans would be no different.

He turned to study his captives carefully. The prince was handsome in a tall, acrobatic way. Ginger-tinted bangs fell across smooth, tanned skin, nearly hiding two emerald eyes. He had a long face, with narrow lip that were almost too thin. His nose fit his face well, pointed slightly at the end. Dark blue, almost black material covered his body, styled conservatively compared to the peacocks which had just been sent away. The only thing that set him apart from the others was the small circlet, which was barely discernable beneath that strangely styled bang. The intelligence in the young mans eyes sent the beginnings of fear through Quatre. An intelligent human would be hard to fool and he had to leave this place. He may have been able to out wit all of his prior captives but that didn't mean he would be so lucky this time.

The magician stood next to him, returning Quatre's gaze with a suspicious gaze of his own. This youth was shorter than the prince by at least four inches. He was a foreigner, no doubt from one of the mountainous regions where mages seemed to pop out of the snow like daisies. His longish raven hair was tied back in a severe pony tale, showing off his golden skin, slanted onyx eyes and rather beaky nose. The traditional white robes of a mage draped over his shoulders and down to the floor, a carved gold disc hanging about his neck showing the teen's specialty. He was a fire mage. Quatre saw only a great scholarly knowledge in this one. He was wary only because of what he had learned from books. No, this one would not be so much trouble.

The other two did not wear anything that would give away their status. The one standing nearest the prince was fairly short, only a few inches taller than Quatre himself. His honey brown hair was tied in a loose braid that nearly reached his knees. His jagged bangs were longish, cut just high enough so the boy could see. Laughing amethyst eyes looked back at Quatre, offering friendship. His heart-shaped face came to a definite point, reminding Quatre of his own people. He wore black silk garment over his slim frame, making his skin seem pale against the dark material. Add up the boys height, lithe build, wide, expressive eyes and elvin-like face he could almost be fooled into thinking this teen was an elf. If he just had the ears he'd look just like a female elf who had lived with Quatre's clan for generations. Dalona was one of the older elves amongst the group. She was about 260 years old.

As he turned to the darker male standing close to the brunette he could help but quirk his brows in amusement. The boy was glaring at him with a look that definitely stated 'stay away, he's mine.' So this area was not opposed to a same sex coupling. How very interesting...

The dark haired teen needn't have worried. Quatre would not lower himself into pursuing a human, even one so like his own. The boy kept glaring at him from beneath wild brown hair with those intense midnight-blue eyes. He was fairly tall, a little less than six feet and slightly bulkier than his companions as if he's been trained for battle. A loose forest green tunic and black breeches covered the boys muscular frame, both made of cotton. Either this young man was not well to do or he was not one to flaunt his wealth. Or perhaps he was even the help. Quatre some how thought the last to be unlikely. This young man did not have the bearing of a servant. His eyes were slanted, like this mage's. He was perhaps, only part Silernian. One of his ancestors had to be a foreigner.

They made a rather mismatched group, though well suited to each other. No doubt the braided teen kept his lover and his prince actually social and the mage kept the boy in line in return. Very well formed, though there seemed to be something missing. Quatre, with all of his heightened senses, couldn't quite put his finger on it.

After a brief pause the prince stepped forward and bowed. "Welcome to Ternya, High Court of Silernia."

TBC.....

Shade: Ummmm.... I dunno...I was bitten by the inspiration bug, so shoot me. I kinda like the description and just the way Quatre was characterized as opposed to the way he usually is in my fics. Also I don't know a whole lot of elfin lore, so a lot of it's made up.