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"Agglomeration"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: R Warnings: This story touches the concept of slavery,
but does not delve deeply into it. Pairings: Trowa/Quatre (if you squint really hard
maybe) Summary: Liberation can come in unexpected ways. Notes: I kept it to a drabble, but I had to write it. It was just too good to pass up. xD There are no names used, but obviously I meant this to be Trowa and Quatre. There’s not really a pairing written here, per say, but if you want to see it that way, then by all means. ^_^
" Sclavus" He was a warrior and a saint. He was the jewel of Nadior. As beautiful as he was mysterious. He was revered and reviled in equal measure. A traitor to his own kind. He'd usurped his kingdom, his sword and hands sullied by the blood of royalty. He was a slave. The adulescens was forced into servitude despite the mandated penalty of death for the assassination of noblemen. The people of the kingdom praised him as much as they spit on him. He was paraded before the masses, clad in only a concealing veil made from the melted remnants of his most prized possession: his sword. His weapon became his burden, his shame. To hide the face of the one who'd brought chaos among them. But his eyes remained uncovered. Outlined in kohl to accentuate the deep green of his irises, they were his showcase. The windows to the soul that had murdered in cold blood. He was placed on the auction block and forced to endure the poking and prodding of his handlers. Forced to listen as the men of the kingdom vied for possession of him. He kept his head held high and his eyes forward. Anything that could be construed as a sign of weakness, buried down into the deep reaches of his core. He watched as a young blond man calmly outbid even his most fiercest competitors. When the gavel struck the anvil, he was pushed off the platform and handed over to his new master along with a warning. He was a violent and unpredictable beast. A savage, they said. The blond merely smiled, his hand wrapping around the end of the chain connected to his neck. "Come." He obediently followed, staring at the back of the golden head of his owner, wondering what happened now. The boy led him back to his home and he was surprised to learn he was allowed to sit on the furniture. He cautiously lowered himself into a chair, waiting to see if he was being played with. When he wasn't punished for his position, his shoulders released an infinitesimal amount of tension. The boy unhooked the veil at the back of his head, the tinkle of chain mail loud in the otherwise quiet room. He blinked as the veil was removed from his face and resisted the urge to rub the sweaty indentation at the top of his nose. "There. You are free to come and go as you please. You are no slave here." He glanced up, despite being trained not to, his eyes swimming with questions. The boy smiled down at him, head nodding in affirmation. "Why?" The boy rested a gentle hand on his shoulder, a gesture of friendship, camaraderie. "Because you liberated an entire kingdom of oppressed people. Including me. From one former slave to another, I thank you and I wish to return the favor."
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