The Heart and His King

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Gundum Wing this is written for my own amusement and hopefully will give others some enjoyment also. I claim nothing but the plot :)

Rating: M

Chapter Rating: T

Author: Look up...

Warnings: SLASH, MalexMale relationships, language, violence

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"Prince Duo how was your night?" The Winner queried politely.

"The pits, what else is new?" The other muttered, the sound bitter, making Heero's eyes flicker in irritation but he did not say a word.

Duo's response causing the blonde to give a faint laugh "Have you thought about what you will do in Air Falacia? You'll have an entire castle to do what you like in." The empath desperately wanting to improve how his friend felt.

The thin teenager straightening, leaning forward to better see Quatre. Starting as an arm abruptly wrapping around his waist, the action causing the braided teen's nose to crinkle in distaste. "Maybe make his life hell." Duo grumbled sarcastically before sighing. "Fates Ro can't I have my own horse? This really is unpleasant."

The King wondering if the youth ever didn't complain. "You would fall off, your hands are practically useless right now.

Duo growled slightly "Well... can't I ride beside you then? You'd save me right?" The words sickly sweet mimicking a romanticised girl.

Quatre choking back a laugh, while Heero only gritted his teeth, "Fine...we'll find a horse, you fall off or run away then you lose it. It'll be dead on the spot." Duo going rather quiet, at the words, obviously not liking the threat behind them.

"Should be a village not too far away Prince," Quatre offered, also rather murderous with the Falacian royal for threatening the animal's life for Duo's behavior. As one thing that did stand out about Maxwell was his love for those innocent, such as children or animals, Duo wouldn't endanger any life for a selfish cause.

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"I want this one!" An excited teenager exclaimed, hovering over a midnight black horse.

Blue eyes studied the creature, rather displeased with the choice "No. Pick another." Heero decided the words monotone.

Confused when the youth spun, violet eyes dancing rebelliously, "No Heero! This one."

Frustrated the King looked back at the animal, eyes sliding over it cataloguing every inch of its body. "It's underweight, hurt, young, it'll die. Pick another." Heero repeated flatly.

A headache starting in his temples as the younger youth wailed, having wrapped his arms around the neck of the sickly creature "I don't care, please this one?"

"Fates" Heero muttered outloud ,starting to lose his temper at the other's mix of tantrum and just plain stupidity. "Do you want to kill it?" He snapped glowering somewhat.

The orphan only huffing, "No I'll look after him, his name can be Deathscythe." Heero a little disturbed by the morbid name.

Quatre sighed, outside leaning back against the barn wall beside the familiar and silent brunette Trowa. Understanding both points of view, Heero's fault really, you'd have to be a fool to take Duo to a place where an orphan mistreated anything was. It was like honey to a bee. Amused as the pair fought, the King with short sharp words, while his friend with dramatic demands and cries.

"Strange couple aren't they?" Trowa murmured.

The blonde glancing up at the emerald eyed man, "Yes, that I will say is true. The King won't win however."

Trowa was startled, hiking a brow, "He won't?" Rather doubtful, as he knew how stubborn his childhood friend was, it was a matter of pride in such moments.

Quatre smirked slightly "Just watch." He stated.

Heero felt like punching some sanity into the elfin youth, as lovely as the younger's lips were, right now he was hating his mouth. Were all Rastleeian's this loud?

"Pleeeeeease Heero , You said I could have a horse."

"You will, just not this one."

"Why not! I want this one, look at how sad he is." The teenager exclaimed hand running up and down the sickly creature's neck.

The chocolate haired king annoyed, "Exactly 'why' you're picking another."

"You're such a bastard Yuy! You have no heart at all!" His voice was picking up pitch, causing the King's eye to twitch a touch, knowing his entourage would easily hear this. "You're always yelling at me, and hurting me, and what you did to me last night" He wailed, causing some pink to tint the King's features.

"I didn't do anything!" He snapped back.

Alarmed as the thin teen's voice lifted even more "See and now you're lying! Remember you made me do all those horrible things and...and..." Heero absolutely horrified when the Rastaleeian burst into tears.

Trowa's mouth having dropped. The King only able to look at the other for a few seconds more before making a hasty retreat "Keep the horse." He muttered harshly making a rather hurried exit.

Duo cracking open an eye, before cheering, a grin on his features.

Trowa a little concerned ...the Heart, could he possibly be evil?

"Isn't he beautiful Quat?" Duo sung happily, the Arabian prince laughing softly.

"He is."

Trowa sheepishly rubbing his neck feeling awkard, the Rastleeian had succeeded in scaring Heero completely away. He wasn't sure anyone had managed to do that before.

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Trowa walked over to his friend who was standing far away from the people in their entourage, the royal seeming to have a black cloud over his head. Absolutely furious. "..Ah... remember the words forgive and forget?" He tried fruitlessly.

"The brat just made it sound like I bloody raped him!" Heero growled, face expressionless but eyes alight with fury.

"Well...ah not completely depends on how someone perceived them."

"Hn"

The bodyguard sighing, realising by some of the dark looks soldiers sent their way, that Heero hadn't been the only one who had figured on that either. The pair watching as the Heart walked out, Quatre leading the sickly horse. Both a little taken aback at how happy Duo looked right then, laughing while talking animatedly with the shorter blonde "Maybe... if you give him things he'll always be like that?" Trowa wondered outloud.

The royal at his side snorting, "Doubtful."

The pair trying not to worry too much as some of the guards helped the Heart up onto the horse, both wary, knowing Duo couldn't hold the reins. "Why did I marry him?"

"Because you were impatient?" Trowa offered. Heero making a frustrated sound before walking off to get up on his own horse, Trowa sighing, emerald green eyes only seeing Quat and the soft real smiles he had for the Rastaleein, the gentleness in his eyes. He wanted that...why did Quat make it so hard? It's not like kissing or holding a person was commitment or something, he wasn't even giving him a chance.

Duo couldn't help but smile as his new horse moved forward, not even minding that Heero was at his side. He'd never ever had a horse before and Deathscythe was beautiful, he could tell already he had a good nature. The youth letting his shaking hands rest on the other's mane, unable to really hold onto it; the damage making it impossible to control their movements but he felt happy, something he hadn't felt in some time. "How old's your horse Hee-chan?" Duo queried unable to go too long without talking, the lack of malice having startled the King slightly.

"He's seven years old."

Duo grinned "Wow, sounds like he's been a part of your life for long time huh?"

"Hn." Heero responded, seeing the flash of discomfort go through his new bride's eyes, instantly forcing himself to say something more."Wing is a War horse."

Duo sent a puzzled glance at the animal "Oh. Why War? You guys don't actually kill people do you?"

Heero was annoyed "Idiot, course we do."

Duo scowled "That's horrible."

Heero was unperturbed "No war is good for the land, however after my father's Heart died we have not been involved with any wars."

Violet eyes were curious "Why not?"

"We would lose. With you we'll win again of course."

Duo stricken "What? I'm not helping you do any killing, thats immoral."

Heero's nose crinkling a little "You're too emotional." He just said flatly.

"Better then being a loveless bastard with a rock for a heart." Duo remarked tone cutting.

Heero silent deciding he wasn't going to even try to explain things to the child, he was too naive. Immoral how foolish. The day continuing, half conversations passing between them, but nothing really worthwhile being said to one another; the King too tired of dealing with the talkative male, while Duo wanting to be anywhere but there altogether.

Meanwhile further back in the entourage two other men were having a battle all on their own. "No."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to."

"But... you don't even know what sort of person I am. Can't you give me a chance?" The baritone voice pleaded, causing Quatre to feel somewhat guilty, a sidelong glance sent the taller one's way.

The two riding side by side, legs brushing occasionally "Listen, you are a good person, but I can't my family wouldn't agree."

Trowa frowning "...So..apologize later? You can't tell me you think it's wrong."

The Arabian rubbing one of his pale hands over the back of his golden horse, "I wish to be with someone from my own Kingdom, its nothing personal Sir Barton."

Emerald eyes actually glared at the petite male, hands tightening on the reins, wanting to do so many things right now, but the fact there was so many people around made that rather impossible. Seeing the cautious glance Quat sent him "Keep deluding yourself." He finally muttered, "You'll see you're wrong, being with someone shouldn't matter on where you were born." He grumbled.

Quatre actually groaning when the hurt man left his side; it exhausting to fight off the other's interest, having thought that a male's pride could only take so much. Trowa's however seemed to be determined to take quite a battering.

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