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DRAGON BAIT	By : Minako Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8693 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-DRAGON BAIT
- 2-DRAGON BAIT CH2
- 3-DRAGON BAIT CH3
- 4-DRAGON BAIT CH4
- 5-five
- 6-six
- 7-chapter seven
- 8-eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-eleven
- 12-twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 12
- 13
- 14
Chapter Thirteen
Dorothy flipped him into the dirth and dragged his hands behind his back.

"Heero!" he cried as the Inquisitor twisted rope around his wrists. "Heero!"

But when Dorothy finally got up, removing her knee from the small of his back, he was able to see the dragon-youth still sprawled motionless on the ground.

Backing away from him, her eys shifted warily from him to Heero, Dorothy approached her dropped peddler*s pack.

*Be pretending,* he thought at Heero as Dorothy fished out another metal band, this one attached to a short length of chain.

*Grab her as soon as she comes near.*

But Heero made no move as Dorothy used the bands and chain to shackle his arms behind his back. Only when the dragon-youth was safely bound did Dorothy nudge him onto his side. "Get up," she commanded. When a rough shake got no reaction, she slapped him hard enough that Dorothy winced.

Heero groaned and stirred, and Dorothy sidled away from him.

"Coward," Duo jeered.

Dorothy jerked him to his feet and shoved him at Heero.

"Get him up and get him to cooperate, or I*ll kill him here and now." Dorothy pulled a short, broad dagger from her belt. She held it under his chin so that the point pressed against his skin just short of cutting. "Don*t assume that as a woman of the Church I*ll stay my hand away from doing it. I know what that creature is-spawn of Satan, evil incarnate. And you association with...it...proves that you are the same."

Duo didn*t pause to try and reason out how Dorothy could have known that Heero wasn*t what he appeared. "You*re more evil.."

She slapped him, hard. All his fifteen years, no one had ever hit him before. Even during the trial, even with all the roughness edged with the threat of death, no one had struck him.

*Be careful,* he warned himself. Dorothy seemed dangerously close to mindless violence. At least for the moment she apparently wanted them alive, and he had to take care not to change that.

With a deep breath he knelt beside Heero. What was he suppose to do, with his hands behind his back? He nudged him with his knee. "Heero. We*re in trouble. Get up."

Again he groaned, then he caught his breath as though in pain. Still, he couldn*t see any blood where Dorothy had hit him. Maybe he wasn*t too badly hurt after all.

Heero," he repeated.

He opened his eyes slowly, fingerly.

"It*s Dorothy," Duo told him. "Dorothy*s here."

Heero winced, then kept his eyes closed.

Duo heard Dorothy take a step closer, "Hee-chan, get up," he begged, knowing that Dorothy would consider driving the dagger into his heart as an act of faith in God. "I can*t help you. She*s tied my hands, too."

Heero forced himself to sti up, though he swayed dizzily.

Duo followed Heero*s gaze and saw Doroth pouring liquid from a vial into her hand. *Now what?* He jerked as she spattered it onto their upturned faces, but it didn*t hurt. *Water,* Duo realized; and, a moment later, *Holy water.( If she was expecting that they would go up in flames or that their skin would peel off, she must have been disappointed. But, no, she seemed satisfied that they*d both flinched, as though this proved more than that they*d been startled.

*Do something.* he mentally urged Heero, wondering why he was so sluggish, why he didn*t transform into something big and powerful and fierce.

Dorothy put the vial back into her pack and once again waved the dagger. "Up, both of you."

"Can*t you see he*s hurt?" Duo said. "With that blow to his head, he won*t be able to make it back to St. Toby*s without help."

Dorothy snorted. "Blow to his head," she sneered. "It*s the iron shackles. Iron to bind the fey. He won*t be able to take on other shapes until I remove the iron."

Duo looked to Heero to see if this was true. Heero*s teeth were clenched with what might have been pain or loathing or both, and his breathing was still ragged. He saw that his face was pale and damp with sweat. The last of Duo*s hope seeped out of him. "You should have told me," he said softly.

He looked at him but said nothing.

Dorothy said, "Now get up."

Duo scrambled to his feet. Heero followed more slowly, still looking unsteady.

"And as for St. Toby*s," Dorothy said, "I don*t care one whit about that foul little place or anybody in it. We*re going back to Griswold, where you*ll publicly admit what you did and why. You*ll bare your black little soul for everyone, and then they*ll known how they wronged me. Then they*ll see what you are. Then you*ll know what it*s like..." She*d grabbed the collar of his shirt and raised her hand, the one with the knife in it.

She*d forgotten she held it, he was sure, and she was only intending to hit him, but instead she was going to kill him and his arms were tied behind him and there was nothing he could do to protect himself. He shrank away as far as he could, which wasn*t far enough, from the knife, from the crazed look in her eyes.

Dorothy didn*t strike. She only repeated, "Then you*ll know what it*s like."

He glared, "I already know what its like you stupid wench! You accused me of being a wizard! You tried to have me killed!" he took in a breath before continuing, "I*ll tell them nothing," he said. "If you*re going to kill us anyway, why should I cooperate?"

"For a fast death by fire," she told him, "rather then by knives, inch by inch for days and days. And days." She was breathing as unsteadily as Heero. "For this favor, you will tell them everything, and you will buy back MY soul."

For a moment he thought she meant that his admission of guilt would buy back her honor, her reputation.

But then in one giddy realization he knew what she meant.

And how she*d escaped the angry mob in Griswold.

And where she*d learned what Heero really was, and how iron would bind him.

"Malik," he whispered. "You sold your sould to him to get revenge on me."

"And when we get back there, you*ll tell him that you*ll take my place." Dorothy flung him away from her so that, without his arms to balance himself, he fell down on one knee on the road. "Move," she snarled, indicating the direction toward Griswold.
With Dorothy walking behind them, Duo didn*t even try to squirm loose of the rope. What good would it do when, in the moonlight, she could see every move?

Beside him, Duo was shivering, and several times Dorothy prodded him to get him moving faster. Once he stumbled and fell, and Dorothy dragged him back to his feet by the hair. "Stop it!" Duo yelled at her. Not like seeing Heero being mistreated. For a second time, Dorothy began screaming at Heero and strode forward so purposefully, with her dagger ready, that Duo threw himself to his knees behind Heero to protect his back, "Get up," he begged.

Heero leaned against him, and he thought Heero was too weak to go any farther. But possibly Heero drew strength from him, for he managed to stagger to his feet before Dorothy could separate them.

The Inquisitor pulled him up by his shirt.

"Harm him and I*ll never admit anything," he warned.

Dorothy just smiled at him, as coldly as Heero had ever done.

He thought she meant to walk all the way to Griswold that very night, but she stopped when they reached the hilltop where Duo had been condemned to die.

"We*ll rest here," Dorothy smirked, standing before the pole to which he*d been tied. "For old times* sake." She tucked her dagger into its sheath on her belt. Then, before he knew what was happening, she hood her legs around his and sent him sprawling.

From the ground, he saw her yank up on the chain which connected Heero*s shackles, twisting the iron into his flesh. Heero gasped in pain and his knees buckled. Dorothy yanked again, forcing him to fall into a sitting position, his back almost against the pole.

And suddenly, as Dorothy reached into the leather pouch on her belt, Duo knew what she was doing.

She was counting on the dragon-youth being too overwhelmed with pain to resist being secured to the pole, but she*d made a mistake knocking him down where he stood rather than commanding him to move away and to keep his back to them. As soon as she unlocked the left shackle, Duo leapt to his feet and ran at her, head lowered like a goat.

With her own head bent down, concentrating on watching Heero, Dorothy didn*t see him till the last moment. She had time to turn to take the blow on her upper arm rather than her chest, but all three of them went sprawling in a tangle of arms and legs. (Oh! A threesome!...maybe some other time.)

Having the use of both arms, Dorothy recovered first and pulled herself to her knees. But rather than lashing out at either of them or going for her dagger, she did the worst possible thing; she hurled the key into the surrounding forest.

In another moment Heero whipped the loose chain around the Inquisitor*s neck. The iron must have cut deeply into his own wrist and hands, but he tightened the chain and kept it up and kept it up until Duo, lying on his stomach with his face lifted up from the grass, realized that he wasn*t going to let go. Certainly he had seen people die before, even his own father not four days since. But he*d never seen someone being killed before. "Heero," he said as Dorothy*s fingers scrabbled, weaker and weaker now, at the chain. "Heero!"

He looked up at him. His sapphire eyes met his. Held his. And still he didn*t release the chain.

What had he done? As foul as Dorothy was, he couldn*t just stand by and watch her die. "Stop it," he told Heero. He scrambled to his feet, but by then Dorothy*s eyes rolled upwards and she went limp against Heero.

Slumped over like that, she looked a little like her own father in Trieze*s storeroom.

"Stop!"

Still Heero didn*t get go and didn*t let go, and when he did finally, it was only after giving the chain a final vicious tug, and-even if the Inquisitor hadn*t been dead before-Duo heard her neck snap.

Now, slowly, Heero stood too. The eyes which had looked so cold, so emotionless during the killing, now smoldered.

"Stop?" he said. "Now? Isn*t this what you wanted? Isn*t this what you asked me to do?" He grabbed Duo by the shoulders and shook him.

"Yes," he said softly, and wondered *What have I done?* Fly over the village, he*d told him, breathing fire and roasting them all, down to the last baby. He swallowed. "It*s exactly what I asked you to do."

He seemed to suddenly feel the drag of the chain on his wrist and he let Duo go. Moving slowly, he got the dagger from Dorothy*s belt, holding it carefully by the wooden handle. Just how angry was he? Duo asked himself, warily watching his approach, afraid of him once more. He had talked himself into believing that-deep down- he was like him, thought like him, felt like him. He held his breath. But Heero only turned him around and cut through the rope that held him. Then letting the dagger drop, he staggered several steps away before sitting down heavily on the ground. Too hurt to move? But he was running his left hand through the grass.

A moment later Duo realized he was searching for the key. Iron to bind the fey, Dorothy had said. Her death hadn*t changed that. "You*re not looking far enough." He carefully avoided looking at the dead body. "She threw it into the trees."

He glanced up at him but said nothing.

Duo went to the line of trees, where the branches blocked the moonlight, and she had to get down on his hands and knees to feel the ground. Heero groaned loudly at the view and Duo sweat dropped. Even in his weak state Heero was still a hentai. (Pervert) He found little stones, and leaves and twigs from autumns gone by, but no key.

Perhaps it had landed farther away than he*d thought. He crawled farther, and farther, past the point where it could conceivably have reached, to the left and right of where he*d seen it fly, and still no sign of it.

He looked up trough the trees back into the clearing. Annoyed, he saw that Heero was sitting exactly where he had left him, which just went to show that the key couldn*t be that important to him. "Well," he said, wiping his gritty hands on his gown. "We*ll wait until morning, see if it*s any easier to find in the daylight. If not, we*ll have to think of some story to tell the blacksmith in Griswold, and have him cut the shackles off."

By this time, he*d made it back to Heero, and he looked up at him with that same calm _expression he*d had while killing Dorothy. "By morning I*ll be dead."

He would have accused Heero of exaggerating, except that his level tone was like ice down his back. Iron to bind the fey. He had seen that it was poisoning him and he had refused to acknowledge it. He knelt down in front of Heero. His wrists were bruised and raw, though he could see from his still-bound right wrist that the iron band was loose enough that it could twist around freely. Not loose enough to slip over his hand though. The mechanism could tighten by pushing, but needed a key to loosen. "Maybe if we ripped your shirt and wrapped the fabric around the iron to protect the skin-we*ll start out to Griswold immediately-or St. Toby*s, that*s closer, although I don*t know what we*ll tell them...or.."

"Duo," he said softly. It made him stop, wait, while Heero closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I can*t change back into a dragon while I*m bound by the iron."

"Yes," he said.

"And I have to be a dragon come down or I*ll die."

"Why?"

"WHY?" He sighed, sounding more tired than exasperated. "Why can*t you soar on the wind? Why can*t you breathe underwater? Why can*t you shed your skin and turn into a butterfly?"

He didn*t understand. But he believed.

"All right," he said. Heero couldn*t die now. Not after all this. "The night*s not even half gone. We*ll walk back to St. Toby*s..." He drifted off because Heero was shaking his head, and in fact he could see it as well as Heero: he scarcely made it here: there was no way he could walk all the way back to St. Toby*s. "All right," Duo said again. "I*ll go. I*ll RUN back to St. Toby*s. I*ll get one of my father*s metal-cutting tools and run back here with it. I*ll.."

"There*s not enough time," Heero interrupted him.

Heero might have been right. Or not. Duo couldn*t be sure.

"Well, what SHOULD we do?" he demanded.

Heero shook his head. "I don*t know." His voice was soft, hopeless. "I*ve run out of plans."

"I*ll go to St. Toy*s then. You can keep looking for the key." Heero started to protest and Duo talked over his objection.

"You might find it. Maybe. It*s better than doing nothing."

There was just a flicker of fear in the set of Heero*s mouth, and then he lowered his eyes, accepting Duo*s judgement. And that was when he knew that Heero didn*t believe that he*d be back, or at least not in time; but he was too proud to ask him not to let him die alone.

"I*m not going to abandon you," Duo promised him. "I*ll be back, and I*ll be back in time." He threw his arms around him and gave him a quick kiss. But Heero caught his hand in his own, which was, Duo knew, as close as he*d come to asking him to stay. He wanted to linger, to reassure him, but knew he might need the time that it would take. He pulled away.

"I*m sure I can be back," he told him.

But he wasn*t sure.

End Ch.13.
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