Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Yes Master, My Master ❯ part10 ( Chapter 10 )
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By: Spider_Queen 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Hentai / Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.20.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 578 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Hentai / Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.20.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 578 | Status: Completed
Despite the belief that he'd never have an opportunity to use the information, Quatre automatically memorized the position of the corridor that Gabriel was currently leading him down, propelling him with gentle tugs of the leash when the blond slowed too much. While reminding himself to keep his pace up, Quatre let his wide eyes dart around the hallway, which felt oddly surreal to him. The walls were plain white, broken only by a few wooden doors leading to places that Quatre couldn't-and didn't want to-fathom. The soft carpet under his bare feet was a few shades greener and darker than his eyes. The whole corridor held a normality and conformity to society's mainstream decorating techniques that the other rooms Quatre had been in lacked. It felt very odd walking down it in the scanty clothing that Gabriel had provided, being tugged by a leash as he was-like he and his master were from a different world all together, invading that one of modern and "normal" life.
At last, Gabriel paused before one of the wooden door and slowly opened it outward, revealing that a dark blue tapestry hung in front of it. Pulling back the heavy, brocade fabric, the dark man gestured for Quatre to enter the room. Slowly, Quatre did so, and immediately began looking around his new surroundings, ignoring Gabriel who entered behind him and closed the door.
The room was dimly lit by a small fire in the hearth, located directly across from the Arabian, and several lit candelabras, located in various corners of the room, all near the aforementioned hearth. Shadows from the flame played across the dark drapings that covered every inch of every wall, save that with the fireplace in it. That wall, instead, sported a dark, painted tapestry. For a moment Quatre stared at it, tranfixed by the image of a girl crucified on a tree, demons and snakes reaching for her feet and curled around the roots of the tree. Quatre forced his eyes away from the haunting painting, and resumed his study of the room. There was no carpet-the floor was polished wood. The only furniture were two chairs, angled so that they faced the blazing fire and each other.
It was towards those chairs that Gabriel started, giving Quatre's leash a sharp tug so that he'd follow. Stumbling after his master, Quatre found his eyes once again drawn to the mural on the wall, watching, as the shapes almost seemed to move in the dim light.
"Quatre." Gabriel said somewhat sharply, drawing the boy's attention away from the picture and back to the man who held his leash. Gabriel had sat down in one of the chairs, looking quite comfortable, with one hand in his lap, holding Quatre's leash, and the other softly petting the dark velvet of the armrest. "Sit down, little one, one **on** your knees, feet folded behind you." Gabriel ordered, looking at the ground beside his chair to indicate where Quatre should arrange himself.
Though somewhat surprised at the complex order, Quatre carefully did as he was told, keeping his knees together and his back straight. Never had he seen Gabriel act quite the way he was now-as though he cared what someone thought, as though he needed to impress his guest. Quatre's brow furrowed a moment-was Cassiel perhaps more of a supirior superior than a brother? Was Gabriel afraid of this man, or was it admiration and respect that commanded such strict orders? And how would the dark haired man react were Quatre to do much the opposite of his expressed and expected orders?
The blond looked up at his master, questions about Cassiel on the tip of his tongue, but instead he found that Gabriel had conjured a book from somewhere and his dark eyes were now skimming the pages, a thoughtful expression on his face. Quatre bit his lip slightly, not feeling that it would be wise to disturb Gabriel just then, not with how jumpy the older man had been as of yet that day. Instead, he turned his aquamarine eyes back to the fire that blazed near him, warming his face and hands, casting shadows around the room. He forced himself to keep his eyes lowered and on the flickering flames rather than looking up at the mural again-something about the picture was very captivating, and Quatre didn't like it in the least.
It wasn't long before Quatre felt his feet and legs prickling from lack of blood, as they were trapped rather uncomfortably under him. He began to shift, but immediately found himself under a glare from Gabriel. "Don't," the dark haired man commanded. For a second he watched Quatre, then his features began to soften some and he opened his mouth to speak further.
There was the sound of the door opening, and Gabriel's dark eyes snapped up, his face once more a mask of harshness, as he slipped the book he'd been reading into the cushion of his chair. Quatre began to turn his head to see what it was that Gabriel was staring at-had Cassiel arrived so soon? But a tug on his leash stopped him, and he instead focused on the fire, his ears straining to hear sounds that were not there.
Footsteps-the sound of boots against wood, and the padding of bare feet....
Gabriel stood, a smile as broad and false as Quatre had ever seen on his face. For a moment, the blonde's mind flashed back to the gentle smiles that the demonic man had graced him with earlier, so different from this one of seeming delight that Gabriel wore now. The smiles that were apparently reserved for Quatre, showed in the dark eyes of Gabriel's slim face, with something nearing true regret and sympathy, while now, those same eyes were as cold and hard as when he killed.
Quatre watched his master's face until he stepped around Quatre, and then-heeding the earlier command not to turn-Quatre focused once again on the fire.
Behind him, he heard Gabriel softly greet the newcomer, though the reply, if any, was so soft that it was lost in the cackling of burning wood. Then Gabriel was returning to his seat, and his guest was sitting across from him.
Now Quatre could steal a glance at Cassiel. He'd only meant to take a quick glance, and then look away with equal swiftness-he had no desire to get in trouble for staring-but instead he found his eyes locking on the other man, his mouth hanging open slightly.
Quatre had expected that Cassiel would be much like Gabriel-dark, elegant; slender and expressive. As Gabriel was the night, Cassiel was a fire. Dark red, silk pants and a matching shirt did much to create such an illusion, seeming bright in the low light and dark room. Cassiel's clothing seemed to flicker as he moved. Beneath the startling attire, Cassiel was shorter than Gabriel, though still significantly taller than Quatre. He was sure, and of a stockier build. He moved with grace, but unlike Quatre's master, he didn't appear to be moving through water, or gliding when he walked. His face was round, with auburn hair cut short and neatly; his eyes were brown, but seemed gold and reddish when the light hit them.
Cassiel glanced down at Quatre, a dark, harsh expression on his square jawed-face. Quatre quickly averted his eyes, looking automatically at the large, pale hand that held onto a pair of leashes, that the Arabian had not noticed earlier. Following the shining chains with his eyes, the boy wasn't surprised to find that they led to a pair of young men, both possessing a captivating, sorrow-filled beauty as they stood, eyes lowered behind their master.
Cassiel spoke a word in another language, his voice deep and with little tone. His pets moved to their master's sides **side** and knelt in the same position that Quatre was forced to be in, their heads down, eyes lowered.
"You didn't tell me you had a pet, Gabriel," Cassiel spoke as his boys arranged themselves.
Quatre quickly lowered his eyes to the floor, and tried to burn a hole in the wood with his stare. From what little he could see of this man, he didn't like him. He sounded and looked harsh, even more than Gabriel had ever been-and that in itself was a frightening thought, seeing as Quatre had never met someone so cruel as his master.
He could feel dark eyes on him as Gabriel looked down at him. For a moment, Quatre was tempted to glance up at his master-perhaps Gabriel's gaze held some compassion, something that would lower Quatre's fear of the other man, but the blond didn't dare raise his eyes. "Yes," Gabriel said, his voice soft and almost lazy, a harsh contrast when compared to Cassiel's deep bark. "Quatre Winner,"
"Winner?" Cassiel grunted, and Quatre could feel him being looked over once again. "Always wanting the best, Gabriel. Is he your first?"
"The first that has lasted over two weeks," Gabriel answered, lowering his hand over the side of the chair and lightly running it through Quatre's hair. Though the touch was gentle, the one-time Gundam pilot stiffened, feeling ever more the worthless dog.
"The ones who showed me in, then, aren't yours?" Cassiel sounded faintly confused, and Quatre felt his mouth puckering into the faintest of a frown. The ones that-oh, his earliest tormentors. Yes, what were they?
Gabriel's hand lifted briefly from Quatre's head, apparently to make some sort of gesture, for it was immediately replaced, the fingers twirling around silky strands of blond in an idle sort of way. "Oh, them," Gabriel was saying, and Quatre forced himself to ignore the hand on his head, and listen with all his might. He was sure he could learn something from this conversation, some clue to Gabriel's past and reasons for torturing Quatre and others in the way he did.
"For a while," the dark haired master continued. "I thought perhaps they'd work, but they broke."
"And yet you stick with that one," Out of the corner of his vision, Quatre could see a large hand gesturing towards where he knelt. "Yet, he is obviously broken,"
"He broke through means other than pain, though." Gabriel's voice was icy, and faintly louder. "Quatre, here, was in love when he came to me, and it was only through that love that I could break him," came to him? Quatre had had no choice, why had Gabriel made it sound otherwise? A flame of old anger flared inside him, but the blond pushed it aside-he couldn't explode now, he didn't want the pain, or Gabriel to make good on his threat. Quatre's anger could mean Trowa's destruction, and he refused to let that happen.
"There are times," Gabriel was continuing, and Quatre forced his mind back to the conversation. "That I feel that I've not broken him at all-he had a lot of spirit, and I'm almost certain that it hasn't fled him completely, but is still biding it's time in wait."
Cassiel chuckled-the sound was surprisingly soft and delicate, more like Gabriel than anything else Quatre had seen of that man. "One day, dear one, your pet will kill you, and then where will you be?"
"Dead." Gabriel answered dryly, but Cassiel seemed to ignore him.
"Not me-these beauties have been truly broken, and while they'll not be the same, they ought make find angels." Angels? Is that how they viewed themselves? There was nothing angelic about either man-Gabriel had a dark beauty, and fluid like-grace, but he seemed more the minion of a demon, rather than an angel; and from what Quatre had yet seen, Cassiel didn't even possess that. He stole a glance at the unfamiliar of the masters, and was somewhat surprised to find Cassiel grinning widely, his eyes focused on one of his little fledglings, burning with something....hunger? Lust? Quatre restrained a shudder. He didn't like it, whatever the look was, and prayed that Cassiel would never focus on him in such a fashion.
Cassiel's eyes flicked off his poor pet, and he leaned forward over his knees, still grinning as he focused on Gabriel. Quatre quickly averted his eyes with another shudder-the look that Cassiel gave the dark demon that was Quatre's master, disgusted the blond. It was irrational, of course, but Quatre felt angry and indignant for his master and for a moment he forgot that the other man had beaten him and killed those other children. Gabriel had seemingly melted in Quatre's mind and the vulnerable child that he had been before his forced transformation stood defiantly under Cassiel's look. Quatre didn't want to see the slender, fragile looking man hurt....
The Arabian blinked in surprise at his own thoughts, at the compassion he was feeling for the man that had hurt him so much. No, no....it was wrong! Gabriel deserved much worse that torture, much worse than death...
Quatre closed his eyes, salty tears welling beneath the pale lids as he fought the confusion that threatened to pull him under. He needed his mind to be clear just then, he wanted it to be clear, and he didn't want to feel sorry for Gabriel. He had little reason....
The young pilot forced his mind to return to the two masters, Cassiel with his frightening smile and Gabriel sitting cross-legged in his chair, wrapping silky strands of Quatre's hair around his fingers absently. "Want to play, Cassiel?" The calm voice asked, with a seeming lightness that shocked the blond pet. Even though he couldn't see the other's face, Quatre was certain that a familiar grin was spreading over the thin lips. "We can do that...."
At last, Gabriel paused before one of the wooden door and slowly opened it outward, revealing that a dark blue tapestry hung in front of it. Pulling back the heavy, brocade fabric, the dark man gestured for Quatre to enter the room. Slowly, Quatre did so, and immediately began looking around his new surroundings, ignoring Gabriel who entered behind him and closed the door.
The room was dimly lit by a small fire in the hearth, located directly across from the Arabian, and several lit candelabras, located in various corners of the room, all near the aforementioned hearth. Shadows from the flame played across the dark drapings that covered every inch of every wall, save that with the fireplace in it. That wall, instead, sported a dark, painted tapestry. For a moment Quatre stared at it, tranfixed by the image of a girl crucified on a tree, demons and snakes reaching for her feet and curled around the roots of the tree. Quatre forced his eyes away from the haunting painting, and resumed his study of the room. There was no carpet-the floor was polished wood. The only furniture were two chairs, angled so that they faced the blazing fire and each other.
It was towards those chairs that Gabriel started, giving Quatre's leash a sharp tug so that he'd follow. Stumbling after his master, Quatre found his eyes once again drawn to the mural on the wall, watching, as the shapes almost seemed to move in the dim light.
"Quatre." Gabriel said somewhat sharply, drawing the boy's attention away from the picture and back to the man who held his leash. Gabriel had sat down in one of the chairs, looking quite comfortable, with one hand in his lap, holding Quatre's leash, and the other softly petting the dark velvet of the armrest. "Sit down, little one, one **on** your knees, feet folded behind you." Gabriel ordered, looking at the ground beside his chair to indicate where Quatre should arrange himself.
Though somewhat surprised at the complex order, Quatre carefully did as he was told, keeping his knees together and his back straight. Never had he seen Gabriel act quite the way he was now-as though he cared what someone thought, as though he needed to impress his guest. Quatre's brow furrowed a moment-was Cassiel perhaps more of a supirior superior than a brother? Was Gabriel afraid of this man, or was it admiration and respect that commanded such strict orders? And how would the dark haired man react were Quatre to do much the opposite of his expressed and expected orders?
The blond looked up at his master, questions about Cassiel on the tip of his tongue, but instead he found that Gabriel had conjured a book from somewhere and his dark eyes were now skimming the pages, a thoughtful expression on his face. Quatre bit his lip slightly, not feeling that it would be wise to disturb Gabriel just then, not with how jumpy the older man had been as of yet that day. Instead, he turned his aquamarine eyes back to the fire that blazed near him, warming his face and hands, casting shadows around the room. He forced himself to keep his eyes lowered and on the flickering flames rather than looking up at the mural again-something about the picture was very captivating, and Quatre didn't like it in the least.
It wasn't long before Quatre felt his feet and legs prickling from lack of blood, as they were trapped rather uncomfortably under him. He began to shift, but immediately found himself under a glare from Gabriel. "Don't," the dark haired man commanded. For a second he watched Quatre, then his features began to soften some and he opened his mouth to speak further.
There was the sound of the door opening, and Gabriel's dark eyes snapped up, his face once more a mask of harshness, as he slipped the book he'd been reading into the cushion of his chair. Quatre began to turn his head to see what it was that Gabriel was staring at-had Cassiel arrived so soon? But a tug on his leash stopped him, and he instead focused on the fire, his ears straining to hear sounds that were not there.
Footsteps-the sound of boots against wood, and the padding of bare feet....
Gabriel stood, a smile as broad and false as Quatre had ever seen on his face. For a moment, the blonde's mind flashed back to the gentle smiles that the demonic man had graced him with earlier, so different from this one of seeming delight that Gabriel wore now. The smiles that were apparently reserved for Quatre, showed in the dark eyes of Gabriel's slim face, with something nearing true regret and sympathy, while now, those same eyes were as cold and hard as when he killed.
Quatre watched his master's face until he stepped around Quatre, and then-heeding the earlier command not to turn-Quatre focused once again on the fire.
Behind him, he heard Gabriel softly greet the newcomer, though the reply, if any, was so soft that it was lost in the cackling of burning wood. Then Gabriel was returning to his seat, and his guest was sitting across from him.
Now Quatre could steal a glance at Cassiel. He'd only meant to take a quick glance, and then look away with equal swiftness-he had no desire to get in trouble for staring-but instead he found his eyes locking on the other man, his mouth hanging open slightly.
Quatre had expected that Cassiel would be much like Gabriel-dark, elegant; slender and expressive. As Gabriel was the night, Cassiel was a fire. Dark red, silk pants and a matching shirt did much to create such an illusion, seeming bright in the low light and dark room. Cassiel's clothing seemed to flicker as he moved. Beneath the startling attire, Cassiel was shorter than Gabriel, though still significantly taller than Quatre. He was sure, and of a stockier build. He moved with grace, but unlike Quatre's master, he didn't appear to be moving through water, or gliding when he walked. His face was round, with auburn hair cut short and neatly; his eyes were brown, but seemed gold and reddish when the light hit them.
Cassiel glanced down at Quatre, a dark, harsh expression on his square jawed-face. Quatre quickly averted his eyes, looking automatically at the large, pale hand that held onto a pair of leashes, that the Arabian had not noticed earlier. Following the shining chains with his eyes, the boy wasn't surprised to find that they led to a pair of young men, both possessing a captivating, sorrow-filled beauty as they stood, eyes lowered behind their master.
Cassiel spoke a word in another language, his voice deep and with little tone. His pets moved to their master's sides **side** and knelt in the same position that Quatre was forced to be in, their heads down, eyes lowered.
"You didn't tell me you had a pet, Gabriel," Cassiel spoke as his boys arranged themselves.
Quatre quickly lowered his eyes to the floor, and tried to burn a hole in the wood with his stare. From what little he could see of this man, he didn't like him. He sounded and looked harsh, even more than Gabriel had ever been-and that in itself was a frightening thought, seeing as Quatre had never met someone so cruel as his master.
He could feel dark eyes on him as Gabriel looked down at him. For a moment, Quatre was tempted to glance up at his master-perhaps Gabriel's gaze held some compassion, something that would lower Quatre's fear of the other man, but the blond didn't dare raise his eyes. "Yes," Gabriel said, his voice soft and almost lazy, a harsh contrast when compared to Cassiel's deep bark. "Quatre Winner,"
"Winner?" Cassiel grunted, and Quatre could feel him being looked over once again. "Always wanting the best, Gabriel. Is he your first?"
"The first that has lasted over two weeks," Gabriel answered, lowering his hand over the side of the chair and lightly running it through Quatre's hair. Though the touch was gentle, the one-time Gundam pilot stiffened, feeling ever more the worthless dog.
"The ones who showed me in, then, aren't yours?" Cassiel sounded faintly confused, and Quatre felt his mouth puckering into the faintest of a frown. The ones that-oh, his earliest tormentors. Yes, what were they?
Gabriel's hand lifted briefly from Quatre's head, apparently to make some sort of gesture, for it was immediately replaced, the fingers twirling around silky strands of blond in an idle sort of way. "Oh, them," Gabriel was saying, and Quatre forced himself to ignore the hand on his head, and listen with all his might. He was sure he could learn something from this conversation, some clue to Gabriel's past and reasons for torturing Quatre and others in the way he did.
"For a while," the dark haired master continued. "I thought perhaps they'd work, but they broke."
"And yet you stick with that one," Out of the corner of his vision, Quatre could see a large hand gesturing towards where he knelt. "Yet, he is obviously broken,"
"He broke through means other than pain, though." Gabriel's voice was icy, and faintly louder. "Quatre, here, was in love when he came to me, and it was only through that love that I could break him," came to him? Quatre had had no choice, why had Gabriel made it sound otherwise? A flame of old anger flared inside him, but the blond pushed it aside-he couldn't explode now, he didn't want the pain, or Gabriel to make good on his threat. Quatre's anger could mean Trowa's destruction, and he refused to let that happen.
"There are times," Gabriel was continuing, and Quatre forced his mind back to the conversation. "That I feel that I've not broken him at all-he had a lot of spirit, and I'm almost certain that it hasn't fled him completely, but is still biding it's time in wait."
Cassiel chuckled-the sound was surprisingly soft and delicate, more like Gabriel than anything else Quatre had seen of that man. "One day, dear one, your pet will kill you, and then where will you be?"
"Dead." Gabriel answered dryly, but Cassiel seemed to ignore him.
"Not me-these beauties have been truly broken, and while they'll not be the same, they ought make find angels." Angels? Is that how they viewed themselves? There was nothing angelic about either man-Gabriel had a dark beauty, and fluid like-grace, but he seemed more the minion of a demon, rather than an angel; and from what Quatre had yet seen, Cassiel didn't even possess that. He stole a glance at the unfamiliar of the masters, and was somewhat surprised to find Cassiel grinning widely, his eyes focused on one of his little fledglings, burning with something....hunger? Lust? Quatre restrained a shudder. He didn't like it, whatever the look was, and prayed that Cassiel would never focus on him in such a fashion.
Cassiel's eyes flicked off his poor pet, and he leaned forward over his knees, still grinning as he focused on Gabriel. Quatre quickly averted his eyes with another shudder-the look that Cassiel gave the dark demon that was Quatre's master, disgusted the blond. It was irrational, of course, but Quatre felt angry and indignant for his master and for a moment he forgot that the other man had beaten him and killed those other children. Gabriel had seemingly melted in Quatre's mind and the vulnerable child that he had been before his forced transformation stood defiantly under Cassiel's look. Quatre didn't want to see the slender, fragile looking man hurt....
The Arabian blinked in surprise at his own thoughts, at the compassion he was feeling for the man that had hurt him so much. No, no....it was wrong! Gabriel deserved much worse that torture, much worse than death...
Quatre closed his eyes, salty tears welling beneath the pale lids as he fought the confusion that threatened to pull him under. He needed his mind to be clear just then, he wanted it to be clear, and he didn't want to feel sorry for Gabriel. He had little reason....
The young pilot forced his mind to return to the two masters, Cassiel with his frightening smile and Gabriel sitting cross-legged in his chair, wrapping silky strands of Quatre's hair around his fingers absently. "Want to play, Cassiel?" The calm voice asked, with a seeming lightness that shocked the blond pet. Even though he couldn't see the other's face, Quatre was certain that a familiar grin was spreading over the thin lips. "We can do that...."