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The Desolo// The Abandoned	By : Kimera Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1154 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 12:

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It had been three weeks since the announcement that Duo had become Zechs� Owned. Three weeks that had certainly had their ups and downs, more downs then ups in the First�s opinion, but of course, he was a little biased.

Being kicked out of his Master�s bedroom the first night might have had something to do with his somewhat sullen mood of late. Noin had made it very clear the first night at their home that there was going to be one very firm rule: "Duo stays out of the bedroom." Zechs hadn�t argued and the two had had an impromptu early honeymoon� for two days�

Duo was told in no uncertain terms that if he opened the bedroom door before anyone came out in the morning that he would face the consequences. The black-winged Owned didn�t really know what the consequences might be, and though he didn�t think that Zechs would try to Disown him again, he didn�t want to risk making his Master angry either. So he�d been good�

� even if he�d been really tempted to break something. Preferably something valuable. Neither Noin nor his Master were quiet in bed and there was nowhere in the house Duo could go that he hadn�t been able to hear them. He didn�t usually hate his super-enhanced senses, but really�

Once Zechs and Noin had gone back to work, Duo had, naturally gone with. His first priority was his Master�s happiness, but his protection came in at a close second. At which point he was informed in no uncertain terms by Une that if he was going to be there, he was going to do something constructive. She also gave the First special status as being the Preventers� first Desolo, partnering him with Zechs. Whenever his particular skills were not needed though, he had been given a job that he found both entertaining and rewarding: training new recruits.

It had been touch and go, especially at first. Also, with Duo�s reassignment to recruit training came with Zechs� as well, something that Noin had not taken well. She accepted it, though. She didn�t have much of a choice in that. And she had been unable to protest when she realized how much her fiancé enjoyed training. Noin herself had been temporarily re-partnered with Heero until Une could find more suitable partners for both of them.

The first weeks with Duo and Zechs training had been even more touch and go than their home situation. A lot of the recruits resented being trained by an Owned, and for almost all, it had been the first time they�d ever even seen one of the Desolo, much less interacted with one. As Duo had said, people automatically assumed that the Owned were inferior and the new recruits were no exception. Rather, they proved the point frighteningly and tended to assume that Duo was there for nothing except physical intimidation and shows of strength. The misconception had been laid to rest, although there was the odd student that still protested. Zechs had calmly informed them that any protests they wanted to make could be filed officially and sent to Une, who would probably take one look at them before feeding the articles to the paper shredder.

The Monday of Duo�s fourth week with Zechs, he strutted into the gym singing to himself in an apparently oblivious fashion. "You might forget you manners, you might refuse to stay. And so the best that I can do is pray� Luck be a lady tonight, luck be a lady tonight," he smirked, playing up to the confused students. "Luck if you�ve ever been a lady to begin with, luck be a lady tonight," he smirked.

"At the rate you�re going, you�re going to need luck, Desolo number one," an unfamiliar voice called. Violet orbs instantly sought out the owner and found a middle-aged man leaning against a wall, clipboard in hand. The Owned�s eyes narrowed briefly before scanning his students� faces and seeing one with a particularly smug look. He plastered on a smile.

"If you�re going to call me by my number, good sir, at least say it right. I�m the First, though number one has a nice ring to it." His tone was amicable as was the smile, but there was something in his eyes that belied his good-natured cheer and made the comment sound vaguely threatening. "But since you seem to know who I am, may I inquire as to who you may be and what the hell you think you�re doing in my class?" his tone never changed, despite the harsh words.

"Where�s your Master?" the man asked coldly.

The cheer vanished instantly, replaced by danger. The First�s stance shifted ever so subtly from relaxed to tense and ready to pounce. "Busy."

"Don�t toy with me, creature. Where is your Master?" the man demanded, approaching. He was wearing a uniform that looked military but wasn�t Preventer. It took a moment, but Duo soon recognized it as the old Alliance uniform. He had been surprised enough to see it that it had taken a moment for it to slide into place. The Owned now stood in an openly defensive stance.

"I am Desolo, one of the Owned, not a creature," he hissed. "And it is no business of yours where my Master is." Tension in the air was nearly overwhelming and pressed upon the inexperienced recruits like a physical presence and most began to fidget.

"I am Admiral Dennis Burgardt," the man announced, obviously expecting recognition of his name.

"That�s very interesting since the Preventers here is the only para-military left on or off Earth and I have no clue who the fuck you are," the First�s fangs were now bared and his tail swung silently behind him in a vaguely threatening pattern.

The door opened and Duo tensed further, now in a blatantly ready stance. "It�s alright, Duo," Zechs assured. "Une just told me about this man. Former Alliance, he�s been hired on by the heads of the United Nation of the Earth Sphere Council to observe our training techniques and make sure that we�re staying a para-military force rather becoming a military one." The blond Preventer placed a hand on his Owned�s shoulder, but it didn�t calm the braided Desolo any. "Admiral, I�d appreciate it if you wouldn�t egg my Desolo on. He is well within his rights to kill anyone he deems a threat to me. Right now, I�d say you�re on thin ice."

"That this creature is being allowed to train cadets is unacceptable!" the former soldier raised his voice in a commanding tone.

"Awfully hypocritical of you to say such things when you�re surrounded by the scent of one of mine," the First�s voice was a low threatening growl, a sound that no human throat could produce. "The Desolo are a very tactile race, Admiral," the word fell from his mouth like the vilest of insults. "We love to touch and be touched. Consequentially, our Masters have our scents all over them." He straightened then, sliding the trenchcoat off his shoulder in a almost sensual movement, then began to stalk over to the former admiral, deadly, deliberate grace in each movement. "Where�s your Desolo, Admiral? Where�s your Owned?" he queried coldly into Burgardt�s ear when the former military man refused to back down.

"Get away from him!" a familiar voice came this time, and violet eyes immediately lighted on a familiar figure. The thirty-second stood behind his Master, and Duo looked honestly surprised.

"Little brother?" there was shock and no little pain in the First�s voice as he called out to the youngest Owned, stepping towards him, a little confused. The formerly flesh-colored wings and tail were now the color of dried blood and to the First�s mind, it didn�t fit the youngest.

"Leave my Master alone, First," there was strength and an iciness to the thirty-second�s tone that had not been there previously. Duo met turquoise that could not have possibly been human and there was a pain in those eyes that had not been. Instantly, the First turned to grab the Admiral�s throat, when he was tackled to the floor. "Please, First, stop this!" the youngest begged, trying valiantly to keep his elder pinned. It was futile as he was thrown halfway across the room. Duo took a single leap and was airborne, circling the admiral like a bird of prey.

"Duo! Stop this!" Zechs called.

"Abuser!" the Owned hissed down to the man. "What have you been doing to my brother?!"

"DUO! Get down here, now!" the blond Preventer commanded. The First landed abruptly, caping his wings around his shoulders violently causing a reverberating sound to echo eerily through the suddenly silent room. The thirty-second scurried to shield his Master from the murderous gaze of the First.

"First! Elder! Please, don�t hurt him!"

Violet eyes slid to his youngest brother and lingered for a moment, and the whole room took a breath. "You�re right. I apologize for trying to attack your Master." The youngest sighed in relief until the eldest continued. "It is your place to kill him."

Turquoise eyes widened in shock and a gasped, almost inaudible "no" fell from his lips.

"Look at you, my brother. You are terrified of your Master. We are Owned, yes, but we should never be afraid of our Masters. He is hurting you. You are within your rights to kill him, and find a more worthy human than that to be your Master." It was clearly by his tone that Duo was perfectly serious.

"Duo, don�t joke around like that!" Zechs snapped, a trace of fear in his voice. Violet eyes met ice.

"I would never joke about harming a Master. But this� man," the disdain in the word was palpable, s nos not deserve the honor of the Desolo�s love."

"You miserable creature! The Owned are tainted because of you!" Burgardt yelled to the First.

"Duo, don�t," Zechs warned calmly. "You don�t want to hurt him."

"Like hell I don�t," he growled, and stood his ground. "But it isn�t my place."

The admiral�s face was turning nearly purple in his fury. "Thirty-two! Attack number one!" he yelled, temper getting the better of him.

The youngest turned to look at his Master in astonishment, features pale. "But�"

"I command you!" Turquoise met amethyst in apology briefly before attacking. Duo again ended up on his back, holding the younger Owned back.

"Try not to hurt him, Duo!" the blond Master called.

"Duh! You don�t have to tell me that!" the braided Desolo called back, managing to flip the smaller Owned. Their eyes met and Duo barely had an instant to block the whip-like tail as it went for his throat, instead catching the larger Owned across the length of his arm. The sharp pain was enough to make Duo release him and the two broke apart.

"Recruits! File out, single file!" Zechs� voice rang like a bell through the tense atmosphere of the gym. A handful or recruits jumped to do as he ordered, but most stayed stubbornly seated. "Recruits!"

"We won�t abandon one of our commanding officers," a strong-willed student announced, standing up. "Whether or not he�s human," he added. Duo blinked in k. Jk. Just as a wide smile began to spread over his face, the thirty-second attacked again. The two rolled, and this time, the First stopped holding back. A quick slide of the foot had the youngest toppled from him and a grab at the tail threw him off even further. The braided Owned stood up swiftly taking to the air forcing the younger one to follow. Zechs felt a calm settle over him as he watched his Owned moving with effortless grace through the air and knew that now, the First was in total control of the situation, and would likely even be showing off a little bit for the sake of the students. Duo was now playing a familiar game of aerial tag with the youngest and was thoroughly enjoying egging him on.

"Admiral, I suggest you call your Desolo off now, before I have to start pressing charges," the blond man stated, a small smile playing at his lips as he watched the show from the corner of his eye. He also noted how awed many of the students seemed.

"Pressing charges?" Burgardt looked shocked.

"Assault with a deadly weapon, obviously," he shrugged. "You just used your Desolo as a weapon by telling him to attack Duo and I can�t think of a whole lot more that would qualify as a �deadly weapon� then the Desolo, can you?" The former prince�s tone was deceptively nonchalant, his stance totally controlled. "Or this can continue until your Desolo gets hurt and then I can charge you with negligence as well."

The admiral was looking a bit pale now before he puffed his chest out importantly. "Nothing will happen to thirty-two," he announced, false confidence in his voice.

"I remember that particular Desolo. Duo taught him to fly. It hasn�t been very long since he became Desolo� what makes you think that he can outdo the master of aerial tricks?" he asked, motioning above for emphasis where Duo was literally flying loops around the younger Owned, who appeared to be getting tired. "Stop this now, Admiral, give us a good review and we�ll forget about the charges."

"That�s blackmail!" Burgardt flushed again.

"So it is. But true is true. If you don�t stop this, then I�ll have to press charges," again, the deceptive disinterest.

"They�d never stick," there was a desperation in the former Alliance soldier�s tone.

Zechs� eyes locked on the other man�s with a cool competence. "Shall we test that theory out?" The feigned indifference was gone, replaced by a tone that was very nearly a threat.

The admiral shifted slightly, clearly debating with himself. He gritted his teeth then, without looking called, "Thirty-two! Cease the attack!"

"Come on down, Duo," Zechs couldn�t help a small grin that twitched at his lips as the braided Owned completed a final loop before landing softly, not even breathing hard. He graced his Master with a beaming smile for a moment before turning back to the youngest who had landed a little clumsily and was clearly breathing hard. He knelt on one knee, head bowed before his enraged and humiliated Master. Duo was moving before he consciously thought about it. The admiral�s hand came up and the black-winged Owned had thrown himself protectively over his brother, catching the hand in his tail, eyes glowing red and a low growl in his throat.

"Release me!"

"You�re not my Master," the First slowly stood, moving with barely contained violence and blood red orbs. "You can�t order me. And I will not sit and watch one of mine be abused." A sharp yank to the trapped wrist sent the admiral moving in a very unnatural weave and landing flat on his face.

"Stop!" the youngest Owned cried, grabbing Duo�s arm and clinging to it, crying. "Please� stop hurting my Master�" a soft sniffle. "Please, Eldest�"

Violet eyes returned to normal and looked in pain at the youngest who was clinging to him like a life-line. "B�"

"Please�" tears spilled over pale cheeks and his grip tightened minutely.

Chestnut brows knit in a mix of pain, anger and confusion. He clenched his hands into fists to tight that blood began to run between his fingers. He turned on the admiral with a murderous gaze. "Continue this abuse and you will die," his inhuman orbs drilled into the fallen man like a physical force. "That is not a threat, it is a promise. No one missuses the Desolo and survives it." He released the trapped wrist and placed a fatherly kiss on the top of the youngest�s head, then turned and walked away, soundlessly, almost like a specter rather than a living being.

Zechs didn�t try to stop his Owned, and his heart ached with Duo�s obvious pain. Concern flashed through his eyes as he noticed the tiny trail of blood drops that made a line to the door. He turned to Burgardt, icy rage filling him. The former Alliance leader looked up at him in shock, clutching his swollen wrist and standing up a little shakily. The blond Preventer glared down at the shorter man mercilessly. "I expect that we�ll get a positive report, Admiral," he gave an icy glance over his shoulder, then turned abruptly on his heel. "Recruits, file out, single file!" Everyone jumped to do as he said this time. The former prince stood at the door while the last of his recruits filed out, and gave a last word of advice. "You may want to get that wrist looked at." With that, the door closed on the admiral and his Owned with a very final ringing sound.

TSUZUKU�

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Thanks to all my reviewers.

Oh, and a note about the demand for 1x2

I have a plan. Do me a favor and put a little trust in me. ^_^
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