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The Desolo// The Abandoned	By : Kimera Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1154 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Authors: AngelSelene

Pairings: Various

Rating: PG-13 for the first few chapters. It will get to an R rating, though I dunno if it�ll get to NC-17

Warnings: This fic will include power differentials, if you don�t know what those are, or are uncomfortable with yaoi/slash content, please don�t read. I won�t be responsible for anyone who disregards my warnings and are offended. Oh yeah, and language, always have bad language.

Website: you can find my art at http://angelselene.deviantart.com/ I will be posting fan art for this fic there (once I get my sketches scanned and colored)

DISCLAIMER: I don�t own these characters, I�m taking and abusing them for my own strange entertainment. Storyline�s mine, if it resembles anything else, I don�t know of it. OC�s are mine.

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Prologue:

It had been two years since the Eve Wars� end. The gundam pilots had floated around for several months on their own before finding their way to the Preventers. Wufei and Sally were currently engaged, as were Zechs and Noin. Quatre and Trowa had found one another, and eventually, Heero and Duo had come together. Life seemed too perfect�

It always does before something goes horribly wrong.

Duo was undercover on L2, investigating a drug ring when he went missing in the summer of 198. All attempts to contact and locate the former 02 pilot failed. There is currently a 100,000 credit reward for any information regarding the whereabouts of Preventer Duo Maxwell.

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Chapter 1:

"DESOLO! You are OWNED! I will not have my Owned disobeying me!" a man in a striking business suit yelled, grabbing the chin of the said "Owned."

"I am not your Owned! Owned I may be, but I won�t be yours! Or your lackey�s! I loathe you! Could I, I would kill you all!" the "Owned" spat back sharply, violet eyes flashing sharply.

"I made you what you are!"

"Well, la-di-fuckin�-da," the Owned replied with a smug grin. "I didn�t ask to be Owned, and the mind boggles at how miserable I�d be if I were yours, father dear."

"Don�t call me that!" the man snapped walking away, pausing to cool down for a few moments before looking back at his crowning achievement. The true Owned. With this creature of his predecessor�s creation, he was allowed to engineer more Owned.

Technically, they were called "Desolo" the Latin term for "abandoned," for most who volunteered for the alteration were just that. Poor from the streets were leaping at a chance to have a permanent home, food and caring ensured for the rest of their lives. However, the term "Owned" had been coined, for that was also what they truly were. Something that once was human, made to be something more� and at the same time less. Most of their past was given up, memories becoming boggled and fuzzy, and sometimes forgotten all together. They were genetically enhanced with animal DNA and implants to make them the ideal bodyguards. They were created to serve a single master in every capacity. The memories of the Desolo were muddled in laying the groundwork for their Imprinting. Generally, the first person they laid eyes on, they would Imprint upon, at which point, they become emotionally entirely dependent upon that person. But that was not all the Imprinting did.

The Desolo prized their master�s happiness and welfare above all else. They were willing bodyguards, go-fers, whatever was wished of them by their masters, including bed warmers. Their happiness and own well being hinged vitally on that of their masters�. They were physically unable to disobey a direct command, and were likely to die of depression should their masters die. There were a few fail-safes of course. They were unable to physically attack Collin, their creator, or his close subordinates. They also had a fail-safe to protect themselves. Their masters� safety and happiness were of the utmost importance, of course, and their own physical safety second to that, except in cases of abuse. An abused Desolo will protect itself from its master, to the point of slaying them. It was the only way the Imprinting could be undone. Collin was of the opinion (that was shared by the World Nation who allowed him to engineer the Desolo) that if a master was abusive then they weren�t worthy of the Owned to begin with.

And so the Owned were created. To be the perfect bodyguards, their physical strength was enhanced. Most were capable of lifting five times their weight, and capable of flying with the same amount. Yes, flying. The Desolo had several implants to make them more effective. They had massive either feathered or bat-like wings with were fully functional, along with long slender tails which could be either clubbed or spiked at the end. Finger and toenails were talons, capable of retracting about an inch to an inch and a half and could tear through steel and stone. Ears were slightly pointed, canines slightly more noticeable, and senses all greatly enhanced. Some had slit pupils, after all, they were not all identical. And all were Owned of their own volition�

�Except one�

The First, as he had commonly become known. He was the First Owned to be successful, and was obstinately refusing to Imprint. He was a well-hidden secret from the government, created by Collin�s predecessor who had far fewer qualms about taking unwilling victims. He had never had a chance to repeat the process which had created the First. In a rage, the First had killed him, angered beyond reason by the horrors unwillingly forced on him. Collins hadn�t known, but had since been trying to get the Owned to Imprint on himself. But the first was very stubborn.

When he�d killed Kelvare, he hadn�t been able to Imprint, it hadn�t gotten that far. Once it was done, and his rage sated, he had turned to Collins and told him to finish it. Collins closed his eyes and remembered the beaten look in the First�s eyes that day.

// "Finish it, Collins. I�m not human anymore," the First looked down at his taloned hands, flexing them and watching the dangerous talons slide in and own. "A human does not have talons, nor wings, nor tail. A human, no matter how great, cannot detect a person�s changing mood by their scent� I am not human anymore�" The First had then turned his still very human eyes on the pupil of his creator. "I cannot be both who I was and Owned� and I can�t go back� so Owned I must be. Please� finish it, Collins."//

For some reason, which Collins himself had never really figured out, the Owned did not imprint on one another, and as such, while waiting for masters, they could live together. The First was like an elder to them, revered and much loved. But he was very different as well. His memories of his past were almost unaltered, although they could occasionally get jumbled. He could also be allowed around normal people without Imprinting, as it appeared he was going to be able to choose the person he Imprinted on. It was a little frustrating, truth be told, but it was.

"I did not snatch you off the street."

"But you didn�t put me back when you found out, either," came the quick retort.

"By the time I found out you weren�t willing, it was already too late."

There was a long sigh. "So it was."

"Why won�t you Imprint on me?" Collins asked, turning and looking at the First. The large bat wings were tattooed entirely black, as was the four-foot long tail which swung negligently.

"Because I will not belong to those who forced this on me."

It was an old argument, but that didn�t change the responses. "But you will eventually belong to someone of your choosing?"

"I am Owned."

And that was that. Collins could feel it in his bones. One day, soon, the First would Imprint, and he would have to be given to that person. If he was not, he would die from longing. Some instinctual part of Collins knew that that day was very, very soon.
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