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gundam wing fair tales 1: Snow White	By : shinigamiinochi Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2626 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I once again apologize for my fics
all being in the original category. I hope that this will be resolved soon, but
right now I just want to get as many of my old fics
posted as possible and will fix the categories once this problem is fixed.

Gundam Wing Fairy Tales: 1: Snow
White

By Shinigamiinochi

Rating: NC-17

Roles: Snow White � Duo

First Queen: Lady Une

King: Odin

Wicked Queen: Relena

Executioner/Queen�s brother: Nichol

Executioner�s Assistant: Otto

Seven Dwarfs: Treize (Queen�s
snitch), Quatre, Wufei, Trowa,
Alex, Mueller, Zechs

Prince: Heero

Pairings: (not in order of most important) 11+Odin, 1x2, R+Odin, R+1, 4x2, 5x2, 3x2, AlexX2, 6x2.

Warnings: AU, OOC, pedophilia, NCS, gore, language, murder,
minor-character death, lemon, bondage, S+M, bastardized characters (for
purposes of plot, not because I don�t like the characters, I�ll make it up to
them, I promise.)

Author�s Note: I have been out
of the Gundam Wing fandom for three years now, but
have decided to return. I may or may not continue with this arc, it�s all up to
time. Basically, this arc is based on the original tales that Disney stole, but
only loosely based. I�ve tried to take out the magical elements and make it
more modern. Also, these stories are not happy, but have a lot of dark
overtones, as you may have guessed from the warnings. So, if you�re a Disney
lover, don�t read this. However, if you�re like me, and prefer the darker
origins of these tales, here ya go. Oh, yeah, and the
pedophilia thing I got from the original tale, so don�t bitch at me, it�s how it was written before Disney got it�s greasy mitts
on it.

Chapter One: Finding Snow White

�� Mistress Une stared out of her cottage window into the stormy, snow
covered woods and sighed. She stopped with her knitting and rubbed her stomach.
She had had a wonderful marriage with the lord Odin Lowe, but there was
something that was missing from her life. The lord was rich and his reputation
was pure, unlike other high-privileged men who were known to cheat around or
steal. They had been married ten long years, but their fire was not out, yet.
However, one cold evening, during a routine physical, she discovered the
horrible truth. She was barren. It would not matter how hard she and Odin
tried, they would never have a child. She took up her knitting again, making a
sweater for her husband. She had servants who could buy or even knit one, but
her mother had always impressed upon her the importance of self-reliance. And,
in truth, being able to give her rich husband something she had made gave her a bright warmth inside. In her careless thoughts, she
suddenly stabbed her hapless finger with the steel needle. She hissed in pain
as her blood dripped onto the wooden floor. Next to her, the iris on a small
table dropped a single petal. She looked down at the mix. She imagined if she
had a child, it would have hair like that; brown and red, and it�s eyes as deeply purple as the flower, with skin the
color of the fallen snow outside. Thinking this, she wept for what she would
never have and how she had shamed her husband.

�� A week had
passed since Une�s revelations, and since she found herself
spiraling deeper and deeper into depression. Odin quickly became worried for
her, but she refused to tell him what was the matter.
She would often go to town, something she never used to do. She thought that if
she could see other children playing, it would be enough to alleviate her
sadness, but it never did. On one such trip she spotted a pretty young woman
with bright, wavy red hair and blue eyes, with a baby carriage. In her
curiosity, she saw that it was the child from her dreams! A
baby boy, with brown-red hair and deep purple eyes. Une
found she could not take her eyes off of the child, her child. She followed the mother for hours, not even bothering to
be inconspicuous. She followed her all the way to her home, a peaceful little
white house, conveniently tucked away in the woods, far from town.

�� That night,
Une waited for her husband to fall asleep, then
silently crept downstairs. One of Odin�s unending hobbies was collecting
ancient things. They practically littered the house; swords, shields, books,
vases, all sorts of things from around the world. Une
found herself in their library, right under one of Odin�s many sword
collections. She gazed at an European dagger, old, but
slender and sharp. She took it from it�s hooks, her
slender hands balancing it and found it pleasingly light. She grabbed her purse
on her way out the door and placed the dagger in it, it fit nicely. She
attempted to fish out her keys, but on a second thought, decided to walk. After
all, it was such a nice night out�

�� Angelique
Maxwell rocked her baby son in his crib with one hand and balanced her book in
the other. Every once in awhile, she glanced away from her
reading to glance at the child, a soft, but beautiful, smile on her face.
She looked outside to see it had started snowing again,
soon it would be a blizzard. Being out in the wilderness was peaceful, but the
weather could be abysmal at times. Still, she looked forward to teaching her
son all sorts of things about nature, things he couldn�t learn in a city. She was
also glad that her only child would not have to live around traffic and the
violence of the cities as well as have clean air in his lungs. A light knocking
came on the door. Thomas, her husband, came out of the kitchen, having the bad
habit of fixing himself grilled cheese sandwiches in
the late nights. He smiled at her and their child, Duo, then
opened the door. A brunette woman stood there, a light sprinkling of snow on
her grey jacket. Her light brown eyes shifted about nervously, but her smile
was friendly. She shivered in their doorway.

�� I�m
sorry,� she said, her German accent mixed with learned English tones of the
area, �but my car has broken down and I�ve gotten lost in the storm. It seems
your house is the only one near by. If it isn�t too much trouble, could I stay
the night?� Thomas smiled brightly at her.

�� Of course! I would be no gentleman to let a woman suffer
out this storm and we have an extra bed you can use until this weather quiets
down.� The woman�s smile brightened.

�� Oh, thank
you so much! I am so grateful!� Angelique smiled at her as she sat down, her
bag clutched tightly in her lap.

�� I�ll go
get you ladies some soup,� Thomas said as he went to the kitchen.

�� And what
is your name?� Angelique asked, gently rocking Duo.

�� Carol,� Une lied sweetly. She cooed at the baby.

�� Such a beautiful child! What is it�s
name?�

�� His name
is Duo,� Angelique turned her attention to the fire, not noticing the woman
digging an ornate dagger from her purse.

�� Hours later
Une returned to her home, the crying baby wrapped in
her bloody cloak. She put him down on their spare bed and took a shower,
washing away the remains of her crime. Odin awoke to the child�s cries. As Une emerged, dressed in a silk
bathrobe. He said nothing as he started to warm up some milk.

�� The couple
gladly welcomed the child into their lives. Odin on his part never asked where
the child had come from. Whether it was because he wanted a child so badly or
because he loved his wife too much to tell on her was unclear, but he treated
Duo like his own child nonetheless. The families
happiness was short-lived.� A few days
later, while taking a walk in the woods with her newly acquired son, a hunter
mistook the brunette for an animal and shot her dead. Duo had lost a mother for
a second time.

End chapter one

Cheery, huh? Any questions or
comments can be directed to thorperin@pmc.edu.
I�ll try to update as soon as possible, but I am a college student and I am
writing novels of my own which precede my fanfiction.
Also, I have no beta reader since I do not want my personal friends to know
just how deranged I am, so if there is anyone out there willing, please tell
me.
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