Adult-FanFiction.org : Gundam, Beyblade, DBZ, FMA

Cages	By : Ryoko21 Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 14164 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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.

Chapter List
- 22
- 23
- 24
Trowa's Dancing event By Raehart

Trowa POV

I could feel nerves creeping through my veins. Like poison coursing through my body, from the palms of my hands to the soles of my feet. I could feel the sweat sliding smoothly down the back of my neck. More slaves crowded the area and I took the opportunity to check out the competition. There seemed to be no real correlation between all of them and I realise I don’t fit either, I was taller than most. Some were slight little wraith like creatures, all dressed to dazzle. Covered in sequins and glitter.

I took the time to count my competitors, 17, excluding me. Most of them looked rather attractive, I noticed a few slightly more average looking like myself, those who seemed to be mostly used in collar events. In particular I noticed a small slave, he looked so small, dwarfed in the crowd of awaiting slaves. Short flaxen hair and big eyes, he barely looked 13. He was probably much older and the young face probably won favours with a certain type of master.

The guards stood keeping us apart, so no slave could physically attempt to sabotage the others, thought it looked like a few of them were rather minimal on duties. One of the larger slaves definitely seemed to be making threats towards one of the others. Narrowed eyes, very calculating as I’ve always assumed Duo would when plotting….anything really, he can be quite scary when he’s concentrating.

I felt my breaths echoing in my chest, I couldn’t let master Zechs down, not after all he’s done. But I’ve seen some of these competitors before, or at least heard of one or two. I definitely remember my former master complimenting the dazzling red head stood 3 slaves ahead of me. I remember hearing admiration for his beautiful flawless body, flexible limbs and beautiful eyes. Seeing him in person though, it’s like when someone says they want the most beautiful expensive sports car and then finding out you can’t open up the taps because of all the speed limits and it’s measly tank.

The lights are dimming, looks like the show’s about to start. Thankfully I’m not last, I think the wait to perform is one of the more agonising things. That and the wait after it’s all over. I just hope I don’t make a complete mess of this.

The guards and shuffling the first dancer towards a slip of a gap at the side of the stage, he has to turn his tall frame through, I’ll probably have to do the same. There’s a brief introduction, clearly echoing back here. Announcing the slaves name and his master, there’s a short pause and a loud techno beat bursts from the sound system engulfing most of my senses. I can’t hear the guards talking to each other or the impatient tap of a slave who is to perform after me. The pounding beat is beating itself into my skull, what in the world was he or his master thinking by using this piece of noise. It’s not music just a pulse almost physically blinding, I can’t imagine you could do much dancing to this piece.

Seems I wasn’t the only one who thought so, some of the slaves who seemed to have been competing for a while all shook their heads and scoffed looking quite insulted that their ‘sensitive’ ears or whatever were being assaulted this way.

Not soon enough the music finally faded and a dull echoing noise which I guess is applause echoes dully. The first slave doesn’t come back, but I know that all the slaves who had already performed were held in individual areas on the other side of the stage. I guess they should be called cells, little barred boxes for us to wait to here how well we did or I guess for most slaves, the extent of their punishment.

The second slave is grabbed and pushed to the gap in the stage his smaller frame able to just slip through in an almost dainty manner. Kinda like that weird little pixie in that movie Quatre made me watch, I can’t even remember the title anymore. I listen to the introduction, the silence, then what sounds like a beautiful string quartet very melodious but not much dance structure in my opinion, it’s hard to interoperate a violin but then again who am I to judge. I let the music settle over me like a blanket, blocking out the looks of the other slaves. Some looking like caged animals ready to attack the weakest of the group, which would probably be me or one of the smaller slaves.

I hear a rapturous applause as the music stops, ending on a literal high note. It’s almost brain melting, I can almost feel my mind dripping out of my ears now. It’s almost painful and I’d rather not try and dance with my brain smashed behind my eyes.

I allow my mind to wander the music twisting into a swirl of noise to my distracted senses. My mind still reeling from having to perform now. All the training and work I don’t want to let Master Zechs down, he’s done so much for me I have to at least do my best for him, I wonder how many other masters will be watching, that’s what makes me most nervous. I shake my head , I have to concentrate, I run my own music through my head. Of all the songs I could have and possibly should have picked I had to pick ‘flying‘, it had been in a movie Duo had made us watch, I can’t remember what it was called now, but the music had been interesting and had changes in beats and tempo, of course if I fell it would mess up my timing from which there’s no recovery, or at least Wufei had said and I’ll believe him, he’s been doing this much longer than I have.

I’m jarred out of my thoughts as I’m nudged forward towards the curtain, it can’t be my turn already. But looking around quickly I notice there’s only three of us left back here, how long was I distracted in my thoughts? Alright must take a deep breath and try and make master Zechs proud.

I walk forward, trying to display a confidence I’m not sure I have, tight trousers accentuating my long legs and a tight wife beater type shirt fitting like a second skin, showing all my muscles to perfection, or so Quatre had so politely informed me.

I had to turn to fit through the narrow gap stepping out onto a simple stage, no scenery like in a play or anything to get in the dancers way. I take a moment to look at the crowd of faces staring up at me in the blinding lights, I couldn’t pick out master Zechs but then I hadn’t really expected to. I knew he was watching though, he told me he would and I trust him. That alone is why I haven’t attempted to run from all the glares and blatantly sexual stares I’m receiving from a couple of the spectator masters, which surprises me somewhat, for being as tall and gangling as I was I wasn’t sure about the fact I’m beautiful, I believe myself to be bland and seeing these looks wished it was true of almost everyone else as well. I stepped onto centre stage and listened.

“The next slave is Emerald owned by Master Zechs.” I heard, the announcer sounded more bored than Duo did on a lazy afternoon.

I take my place to the left of the stage and waited for the music. As the intro started I reached up towards the lights dipping quickly forward to propel myself into a simple forward flip. Spinning lightly on my toes and spinning forward throwing one leg straight over my head as a quick change of direction. A few quick spins and dropping to the floor in the splits pushing myself into a handstand and doing a spin on my hands, the wood feels unnaturally warm beneath my hands, must be from all the lights. I push forward into a bridge shape and stand. Making a run to perform a series of twists and simple body shapes in between a heavier landing than I’d hoped I almost cringe upon hearing the loud thump of boards under my feet.

Can’t let that throw my off. I quickly move on with the routine pulling my left leg up and holding it as I move into a back bend, keeping my hand firmly on the ball of my foot till my body is supported on a single hand, my legs in a splits position above my head. As I released my foot and let my leg move to slide across the floor ending up flat on my stomach.

Spinning as I push myself back up to my feet and moving to a scissor jump with a quick direction change as I spun on my the toes of my right foot. Reaching forward as if to chase as I’m sure the master had told me ‘the imaginary butterfly.’ How that made sense to anyone but him I don’t know. Moving into a quick step and elegant straight leg jumps I allow my body to relax, going through the motions I was so used to by now, hours of patience and practice coming together in what I hoped was a suitably elegant and memorable routine.

I’d made sure to include a few daring jumps and twists mixed in with elegant ballet-esque moves, delicate and deliberate, yet somehow almost completely random in various parts of the choreography. I bend my body into a couple of complex shapes hoping to win a couple of points on difficulty before adding in a spectacular back flip landing in a handstand barely making a tap on the wood, which pleased me greatly. As I bent one of my legs forward to rest on the floor in front of my face, pushing up into a spin and sliding to my knees to finish my routine.

I forced air into my lungs seeing my chest heave as I stood to take a bow, as was courteous of course before walking to the other side of the stage, where I was promptly grabbed by a guard who held my fore arm in a painfully strong grip, I hope it doesn’t bruise it’s not very attractive to be seen with a hand print on your arm, but I’ve dealt with worse, but I don’t want to embarrass master Zechs.

The wait on this side was much shorter, even though I wasn’t paying attention during the wait to perform. This is slightly more frightening though. I hope I didn’t finish in the lower half, I can’t let master Zechs down.

The cell door opens. Oh great, handsy burley guard whose IQ is probably lower than a fleas is going to escort me to the stage entrance. Must be time for the placing then, I haven’t been here that long have I? I must have been because there are certainly more slaves here than there were, I’ve been zoning out a lot today I really must stop it, it’s not the safest thing to do.

I barely flinch as the guards large hands close around my forearm and he’s pulling me out into the wing, some of the smaller slaves are literally pulled off their feet, sliding across the floor like condensation slipping down the side of a glass in summer. The little red head I recognised earlier seemed to crumple into a heap as he’s pulled out, guess I know how hard his master trains him then. He looks to have nothing left, no energy, no reserves, he’s almost lifeless and it’s a big shame, because even I can see he’s still got spirit left. I hear the guard speak but I can’t make out what he says as the red head struggles to his feet and we’re all pushed into a line to be led out onto stage for the placing.

The stage seems bigger, or maybe it just feels bigger now that I’m not the only one on it being stared at. That is a weird feeling, knowing there are eyes on you and not quite being able to place them, like a paranoid dream a normal person may have in a mall. But this is a stage so I know that there are people staring and it’s really terrifying. I can’t pinpoint master Zechs, which to be honest I find ridiculous because both he and Quatre are almost ‘glow in the dark’ with that hair.

I take a deep breath and listen as the names of slaves are called to step forward. Lowest placing first so we can all be compared directly to the one next to us. Which isn’t as intimidating to me as it used to be. But I listened carefully for when they called me and as they did I noticed I’d made it just over mid ranking 7th, out of 18, it could have been much worse, I feel slightly disappointed but notice the little red head is only one place above me. So maybe the standard was really high. It doesn’t matter now, I had done my best and it could do with improvement, but I really just want to get off this stage now, go back to Master Zechs room and rest, I feel like my emotions have been put through a grinder and juts want to gather myself in private.

We were escorted back to our little cages, waiting for our masters to come and claim us now that the competition was over. I breathe a sigh of relief, I was in no rush to get to my next contest. That being said the adrenalin was a nice buzz and it’s finally wearing off making me a bit shaky. My hands are trembling. I look up as the door was opened and I saw master Zechs waiting for me. I walk out slowly trying to stop my body trembling as the door shuts behind me Zechs doesn’t say anything but gestures for me to follow him, which of course I do.

As we enter a deserted hallway on the way back to the rooms Zechs stops and turns to me, I can’t quite make out the look but I was sure it wasn’t bad. He casually strokes my cheek gently and gives me a small kiss. I can tell if nothing else my performance pleased him enough for that.
- 22
- 23
- 24
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Cages