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Chapter contributed by : Schwertlilie

Duo�s eyes squint in pain as he�s hurled to the wooden floor of the caravan wagon. For the past few days it had felt more like they were rolling over boulders, not the almost endless desert. He lays as still as he can on the rocking floor, exhausted, his side throbbing as muscles cramp through-out his body. The cool wood is soothing on his skin, sticky with sweat and sand. Whatever King Kushrenada had in store for him, he obviously intended to make sure Duo was delivered with no chance of escape. Boy did the man know how to tie knots! His arms stretched behind him, held separated by a length of wood, rope twisting around his wrists and between his fingers. His feet are in shackles that hook to a support beam, the chain holding it all leading to the pulling horse outside. He�d given up screaming a while ago, the dry air cracking his throat, and with the sparse water distribution he�d eventually begun coughing blood.

Where ever they were going it was obviously in another kingdom, they�d been traveling over six days. They�d only stopped a handful of times and Duo is sure if nothing else he�s bound to die of boredom. They kept him fed and didn�t touch him all that much, the smell probably kept them away. He smirks, it was one of his defenses when anyone caught hold of them. One whiff and they�d be stunned enough for him to make his getaway. But none of that seemed to matter to the King, he was probably going to sell off his body parts to some enchanters, they needed his body fresh for their spells which is why he�s still alive. He smiles, sometimes his imagination is entertainment enough.

Sighing, Duo�s head turns to look at the flapping curtains in the back of the caravan. Their trail is apparent in the receding sand. The sun is coming up again, soon the temperature will rise and the heat will press against his chest till he starts coughing again. But before the impending doom of another day can fully set on the young man, trumpets begin to sound all around him. Turning his head the other way he sighs, there�s no way he can see where they are from his position and his muscles ache too badly to get himself on his feet. But he can hear another set of trumpets, far away, answering their call. Maybe they are finally there? Good, he�d get the hell out of these chains, recoup if he could and catch a camel back to his city. There are kids there that he had to look after. Yeah, one of them would probably step up to lead the rest and he�d taught them well�but he didn�t like just suddenly abandoning them like everyone else in their lives had.
Dark sapphire eyes narrow in ill humor. The day had not started well for Prince Heero Yuy. There�d been another assassination attempt that he�d barely had time to fend off. They kept getting bolder, this one had dared come in through the front door of his room! It wasn�t even his guard�s fault. When the right people paid enough money they could get anything done. He was almost grateful for the rigorous and sometimes cruel training his father, the former King J Kushrenada, had put him through.

� Heero!� Turning at the casual use of his name, he relaxes slightly seeing his Head sorcerer, Quatre Reberbera Winner, followed close behind by the Head of his guard, Trowa Barton. Pausing in his agitated pacing Heero waits for the two to catch up with him.

� Trowa, Quatre.� He bows respectfully to each. � Is there news of the person behind this fresh attempt?� Anger flashes in Trowa�s green eyes.

� The prisoner did not responded to any of the usual methods, he died before we could question him further. They just keep getting better. Zechs and I are putting our heads together to pool our resources.� Heero nods in affirmation before turning to his sorcerer.

� Your brother has been sighted with his entourage, they are about a half hour from the castle.� Heero�s lips barely twitch, but both men realize this to be pleasure on Heero�s part. As different as the two brother�s were, their affection for one another was boundless. When their father had died Trieze had taken over the vast land as King, but split the kingdom in half, allowing his younger brother the chance to rule when he was old enough, taking on his mother�s maiden name.

� Very well, their rooms are prepared, send out a welcoming group, I shall be down shortly.� Bowing again the three men part ways. Heero moves back to his room, looking for the book he�d bought from a vender in the market as a gift for his brother.

He�d missed Trieze fiercely. Though his older brother took after their father in his sharp Russian appearance he had the humor and kindness of their mother. Heero had the distinct beauty of his mother�s Japanese heritage, but she had died giving birth to him. While she�d not allowed Trieze to grow up the way King J had intended: as the perfect mold of a stoic soldier, that desire had been taken out on the young Heero. Had it not been for the interference of his brother after J died Heero�s personality would most likely have been non-existent.

Finding the book, Heero leaves the room; down one corridor, left, down another, right, two doors�opening the freshly made room he rests the book on the pillow for his brother, before turning to go meet him at the castle�s entrance.
Hoof steps echo on the cobblestones as Trieze and his companion�s horses walk through the stone archway entrance. Stable boys come out of the woodwork, to take and brush down the steeds. Leaping gracefully off his horse, he shakes his ginger head watching some of the boys gawk as his sorcerer finishes rolling up the flying carpet he�d insisted traveling on.

� Wufei!� Turning to the sound the King smiles as a blond whirlwind flies by, sweeping his dark lover into a warm embrace. The two boys had trained together and rarely got to see each other. And if the blond was around then�

� King Trieze, I trust you had a safe journey.� The King smiles kindly at Heero�s head guard, Trowa Barton, half the man�s face hidden behind a large bang.

� Trowa, it is good to see you again. I am glad now I brought my sorcerer, as it seems to have made your lover very happy.� Quatre blushes prettily as he in turn exchanges greetings with the King.

� Where is that arrant brother of mine? Still glowering at the fair maidens?� The other three men chuckle, moving further into the castle.

� That�s our Heero, the incorrigible charmer.� Quatre remarks, though his tall lover frowns.

� There was another attempt early this morning.� This has the King smiling.

� I see, I�ve come just in time then.� Wufei shakes his head and sighs. If their �present� couldn�t fight or use stealth the least he could do was ward assassins off with his stench. Speaking of a bath�

� I know that the courtiers wish to have a banquet, as all courtiers love to demand, is it possible however for a bath before�.�

� Heero!�
The Japanese man turns away from his conversation with a guard at the sound of his name, large arms sweeping him into their embrace. The other three watch in amusement as the King twirls his brother in circles like a child before setting him down on his slightly shaky legs.

� Trieze, I�m glad you�ve come.� Trieze�s smile softens, the deep look in Heero�s eyes speaking volumes more than the man allowed himself to say. There is fear there and loneliness. Heero lets his mask slip so Trieze can see farther, he could trust his brother. The two men stand together as the King reads his brother�s eyes, the other three politely waiting. Finally Trieze pulls away.

� I have a gift for you.� A childlike look of surprise comes onto Heero�s face as Wufei snorts in amusement. The other two look at him in confusion and he shakes his head.

� You�ll see.� All of them turn at shouts and screams coming from one of the wagons resting against the wall of the castle enclosure.

� Get your fucking meat hands off me! Let the fuck go! Donchya got better things to do than manhandle boys? God damn goat fucking Perverts!!� Trowa�s eyes widen at the profanities as Quatre turns a deep shade of burnt red. Heero stares as five guards wrestle a form between them, chains and ropes twisted around what has to be limbs. The boy, obvious from the deep baritone voice, is covered in rags that look to be made out of dirt, the color of his skin dark brown, but from the flakes in the air it looks like it could be mud also�

Coming closer, the King holds his hand up, signaling for the men to hold the struggling boy still.

� I caught this one night in my room. An assassin for hire.� Heero doesn�t look at his brother as he steps up to the figure, the stench suddenly assailing his nostrils, but he doesn�t really mind, he�d smelled worse. He takes another step towards the hunched over captive, his breath sharp and deep. Suddenly, Heero feels the urge to see the boy�s face without greasy hair covering it. Putting his hand out he pulls it back as bright white teeth nip out at him.

� Try it again and you�ll be minus a finger.� The voice growls, throat scratchy and unnatural sounding. Heero frowns and turns to his brother.

� A gift?� Trieze comes up to stand next to him.

� After doing some research I�ve found this boy has assassinated over fifty courtiers and royalties in my kingdom. All of them scum and well worth the money spent.� Everyone else, including Wufei looks surprised at this information. � I have Une, a woman well enough at taking care of my own problems. But you still need someone here that can do the same for you. He�s crass, and needs training, but with a simple command giese he�ll be good for you.�

� FUCK YOU!!! I�m not made to be someone�s fucking murdering pet!! If you think�.mmppphhh!!!!� One of the guards finishes tying the cloth gag around the boy�s mouth.

� Do you think this is such a good idea Trieze, he seems rather�.unorthodox�� Quatre cautions, coming a little closer, before backing into Trowa at the growl emanating from the wild looking creature.

� Actually Quatre, this could be a very good thing.� Trowa reassures in the ear of his lover. � Heero does need someone who can take care of problems that require to be handled with�delicacy.� Wufei nods at this and Heero sighs, taking another look at the filthy boy in front of him. Hair bedraggled, long bangs covering most of his face and yes, mud covering all of his skin and shabby shreds of clothing.

� But first, Wufei and Quatre if you wouldn�t mind sedating him and seeing that he�s bathed and dressed properly. Also when he wakes up make sure he�s fed well and take care of any physical injuries.� The captive stills and Heero looks down at him thoughtfully. � Remove the gag.� The spit soaked cloth is untied, but the boy says nothing. � Has my brother taken you from a family?� The boy nods and Heero glares at his brother reproachfully, but Trieze shakes his head.

� He took care of some kids on the streets in my kingdom, but I�ve already taken care of that.�

� What, what have you done?!� Duo�s voice cracks.

� I�ve sent my guard with supplies to repair the broken buildings and restore the orphanage, and have brought in missionaries that have volunteered to take care of the children. I hadn�t realized things had gotten so bad. I�m�I�m sorry Duo.� Tears make clean tracks in the mud on the boys cheeks, pale skin shinning through. Heero looks at the boy again. Duo�.he nods at the guards signaling them to bring his new assassin to the bathing rooms, Wufei and Quatre trailing behind.

� Trieze, I know you are worried about my well-being, but I have a feeling that is not all you intend this boy to be.� Trieze flushes, he forgot how intelligent and perceptive his brother could be sometimes. It had been one reason he felt secure in giving Heero a part of the Kingdom instead of making him a soldier. But it was true, he�d hoped this odd boy would crack Heero�s shell a little. Give him a taste of the world that their father and the castle-life shunned him from. Perhaps, even become a companion if not a friend. Lord knew his brother needed more people he could trust.

� Perhaps. Shall we?�
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