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"The Prince Bride"Written By: ShenLong & DBZVelena Disclaimer: Neither DBZVelena or ShenLong own
in any way, shape, form or matter any rights to the Movie/Book "The
Princess Bride" All rights remain with Act III Communications
and William Goldman, the appropriate copyright owners. This story
is purely for entertainment purposes, no money is being made here.
This fic, "The Prince Bride" is based on this movie/book
but with several twists and Yaoi content. This fic also contains many
direct quotes and scenes from the movie/book. Rating: Since both stories are rated PG.-13 and this fic is based on them. Most of the fic will be PG.-13. However be careful to check individual chapters to be sure. (Shenny might add a lemon, you never know...) Warnings: Violence, romance, lime, fluff, cheesy-ness, AU, OOC, and lots more. Pairings: Lots! *snicker* Authors notes: DBZVelena: I'm the one that gotten
the idea to do this and I nagged Shen until she said, she'd help me.
And if you know me a lil bit, you knew there was no escape. So finally
after she too saw the movie and told me she'd help, I started work
on it right away. A Yaoi story based on the Movie/book The Princess Bride and Gundam Wing. This story is brought to you by the combined efforts of DBZVelena and ShenLong. Archive: www.gundam-wing-diaries.150m.com www.DBZVelena's Madhouse.com Anyone else please ask.
"The Prince Bride" Commenced. 2003 ShenLong & DBZ Velena Chapter 24: Count Treize and his Warriors
“Pretty mean if you ask me. We don't even get paid overtime,” groused another. “I had twenty bucks riding on the outcome,” snipped the third. “Twenty? I had fifty,” snorted the fourth. “Just shut up the lot of you,” snapped Treize. “Keep your wits about you and you just might get a Christmas bonus.” They tore down a few more hallways before reaching an intersection where several corridors all met. Treize pulled up, not because of being unsure of which way to go, although he would use that as his excuse, but he was a little winded, the sprint having taken quite a bit out of him. “I think I need to get back into training,” he panted. “What was that, sir?” asked one of the guards. “I said, I think it might be raining.” “I don’t hear any rain,” said one of the guards. “I can’t hear anything over the harsh breathing of our unfit, flabby, totally out of condition, Lord Treize,” said another and then bid a hasty retreat as said Lord glared at him. “All I can hear is footsteps,” piped up another. * Wufei walked carefully through the castle halls, his sword unsheathed and ready to spring into action at any given time. He was like a cat on a hot tin roof, the slightest sound or movement could set him off. Behind Wufei came Trowa with a still partially floppy Duo clinging to his side. Duo’s left arm was around the elf/man’s waist, fingers hooked through the belt loops to stop him from sliding away. In Duo’s other hand was Rashid’s sword, pointy end down against the stone floor and leaving a scuff trail in its wake; not to mention the ‘ching, ching, ching’ as it bounced off the stone floor. “Any chance you can stop dragging that thing? The noise is very distracting,” Wufei snipped. “Sorry, It's a little on the heavy side right now,” Duo replied. It was all he could do to keep his hand clasped around the hilt. “Then at least try to drag it a little quieter would you? I can't hear if the enemy is coming.” “You mean that enemy?” Trowa stated. “Eh?” Wufei whirled around to see his nemesis and four guards right in front of him. “Well, shit. What are you lot wearing on your feet? Slippers?” The five looked in surprise at their booted feet. Wufei rolled his eyes. Treize, having recovered his breath, raised his sword and swung it around, using it as an extension of his arm as he gestured and spoke; the four guards ducked rather than be decapitated. “Men, you can kill the justice freak and that elfy thing, but leave the third one for me.” “You want us to leave the long haired, well toned, half naked one for you?” questioned a guard. “That is what I said, is it not?” Lord Treize huffed. “No. Actually, you said to leave the third one for me,” piped up the second guard. “Who said you could have him?” asked another guard, turning to the second one. “We want to play too!” “Not me,” sighed the second guard, “Me, as in Lord Treize - me.” “Eh?” “Guards, oh guards,” Treize sang out. Four faces turned to their illustrious leader. “If you've quite finished?” “I don't know. Have we?” One guard turned to his fellow guards. “I don't think we have. Last I knew we were still figuring out who the me is that's going to have the pleasure of the long haired, well toned, half naked one.” Treize closed his eyes and counted to ten - slowly. Wufei watched in interest from where he was sharpening his sword, Trowa finished eating the candy bar he'd found on Rashid when he'd 'frisked' him and Duo was beginning to wonder if he had any sanity left at all since his almost dead state of earlier. “Enough!” roared Treize. Four guards immediately shut up their squabbling over who was going to get the long haired, well toned, half naked one and faced their leader. “Thank you. Now, as I was saying, kill the justice freak and the elfy thing. I want the third one alive for questioning.” “Why didn’t you say so in the first place?” replied one of the guards. Seeing the sudden red flush beginning to spread over the leader’s face, accompanied by eyes that narrowed and forked eyebrows that stood to attention, he hastily shut up, whipped out his sword and yelled, “Charge!” “Five bucks says he kills them all in under a minute,” Trowa muttered. “Ten bucks says he does it in under thirty seconds,” Duo replied. Wufei was ready. The sword flashed as the Chinaman let loose all the pent up frustration of the past several days/weeks in a volley of attacks, parries and slashes. The four guards might have been good, but they were no match for a sexually frustrated Wufei. He attacked without mercy and within seconds, the four lay sprawled across the hall, dead or dying. “I believe you owe me ten bucks,” said Duo smugly. “Take it off the bill,” Trowa growled. “What bill?” “The bill you ran up when we took you to Miracle G’s place and paid for the Miracle pill to bring you back.” “I think I’ve more than paid for that. I don’t recall charging you for the groping session.” “Ah. Maybe we should call it even?” “Good idea.” Treize watched in stunned silence as his four guards are slain, quickly and efficiently. He raised his eyes in admiration to the warrior before him. Wiping the blood from his blade, Wufei tucked the rag back in his pocket, raised his sword and fixed Treize with cold, onyx eyes. Swallowing, he gazed at the hated man with disdain and spoke in a soft, even tone. “For years I have promised myself I would say these words when I finally tracked you down. And here we are.” Wufei took a deep breath. “Hello, my name is Chang Wufei...” “I thought it was Wufei Chang?” Trowa questioned. Wufei turned and gave the elf/man a glare. “In my country you put the surname first,” he snapped. “Sounds pretty silly to me,” mused Trowa. “It isn’t silly, it’s tradition.” Trowa shrugged. “If that’s correct then it makes me Barton Trowa, which doesn’t seem to have the right ring to it; and what about him?” Trowa indicated to Duo. “He’d be the Shinigami Pirate Dread, doesn’t sound all that intimidating when you say it that way. But I guess to each his own.” “Have you quite finished?” Wufei asked sarcastically. “Yeah, for now, but I think we need to talk a bit more about this reversal of names.” Sighing loudly, Wufei turned back to Treize who had been watching the entire exchange with amusement. It would appear he wasn’t the only one who had problems with the hired help and that made him feel a little better. Opening his mouth, Wufei tried again to get his speech out – and drew a blank. Treize tapped his foot impatiently. “Hurry up and say what it is you want to say, I’m a very busy man you know.” Wufei shook his head, trying to remember the words he’d carried around in there for so long. Trowa gave him a gentle prompt from behind. “Hurry it up, Wufei, the man hasn’t got all day and neither do we. There’s still the matter of a certain Prince Heero we have to locate.” “I’m trying,” hissed Wufei, “But I forgot what I wanted to say.” “Wasn’t it something along the lines of revenge for your dead dad?” “Oh yeah, that’s right.” The words came flooding back and Wufei drew himself up to all of his five feet three inches of height and faced his nemesis again. “Hello, my name is Chang Wufei...” “You already said that,” Trowa piped up. “Will you shut up and let me get on with it?!” “Sorry.” Another sigh escaped Wufei’s lips. “As I was saying. Hello, my name is Chang Wufei. You killed my dear father several years ago and for that you will pay. Prepare to die.” Wufei raised his sword. “I thought he was going to say ‘Hello, my name is Chang Wufei. You killed my father. Prepare to die?’ I’m sure that’s what he’s been saying he was going to say when he finally caught up with the loser,” Trowa stated. “Just shut up and let him get on with it or we’ll be here forever,” Duo snapped. He was getting a little tired of the word games and wanted nothing more than to find his Heero, snuggle up close and see if he had any function returning to his lower regions. Treize looked at the warrior before him, eyes scanning up and down the body with a new admiration. He wasn’t bad, slender and compact with slightly almond shaped eyes and jet black hair pulled tightly into a pony tail. Overall, quite nice on the eyes. Wufei frowned. Why hadn’t the man raised his sword? Having finished in his perusal of the figure before him, Treize drew his blade, gave a lick of his lips and then did something totally unexpected. He turned around and fled. Wufei watched the retreating form for a second, totally in shock at the sudden departure. Duo and Trowa exchanged curious looks with each other, clearly they hadn’t been expecting that either. “I think he’s getting away,” Trowa informed the still, stunned swordsman. “No shit, Sherlock,” came Wufei’s reply and with a cry of anger, he leapt forth and began to chase his prey. Treize skidded around a corner, ran flat out along another corridor, shot around another corner and then dived through a half open door, slamming the heavy wood behind him and locking it. Wufei was hot on his heels. Spotting the retreating figure dive into a doorway and then said door close, he threw himself with all his might against the door – and promptly bounced back off it and into the opposite wall. Not one to be easily deterred, he threw himself at the door again, only to have the same result. After three more attempts and almost dislocating his shoulder, Wufei came to the conclusion that he simply wasn’t a match for a three inch, solid wood door. “Trowa! Get your ass down here!” he yelled. Trowa and Duo had been ambling along behind, Duo still rather floppy and wondering if he would ever regain any stiffness at all when the yell from Wufei came thundering down the hall. Trowa looked from Wufei to Duo and back to Wufei. “I can’t just leave him alone, he’s defenseless,” Trowa replied. Wufei was now pounding at the door with his fists and only succeeding in giving himself some very nasty bruises. “He’ll be fine, I need your help more. Forked eyebrows is getting away from me. Please, Trowa. I’ll do anything you ask if you come and help me.” “That might be worth considering,” Duo encouraged the elf/man. “You could be right,” Trowa replied and then turned his attention back to Wufei. “Anything?” he questioned. “Yes, anything. Now get your ass here and help me with this door.” “You’re a witness to that,” Trowa informed the pirate. “Just as long as I don’t have to be a witness to whatever it is you ask for.” Duo shuddered at that thought. As gorgeous as the pair were, they didn’t hold a candle to his Heero. Under any other circumstance he probably wouldn’t have minded watching on, or maybe even joining in, but he had Heero now and it was time to give up all his playboy ways... okay, maybe not completely give them up, but he’d have to tone them down a bit. Looking around, Trowa spotted a large suit of armor and gently peeled Duo from his body and propped him up against the suit. /Shame it’s not a Gundam,/ Duo thought as he came nose to face with the suit. /Then I could really kick some ass./ Making sure Duo wasn’t about to slip down and was quite secure, Trowa turned and said in his best ‘Terminator’ voice: “I’ll be back.” Duo rolled his eyes. “Get going, Arnie. I’ll be right here.” “Trowa?! Are you fucking coming?” “Not yet, but I hope to soon,” Trowa replied and headed for the door Wufei was pounding on. “About bloody time!” Wufei snarled as Trowa approached. “What were you doing, taking a Sunday stroll?” “No. It’s Saturday.” “Give me strength,” Wufei muttered. “If you had strength, you wouldn’t need me,” Trowa stated calmly. “Look, just break the door down, will you?” “Okay.” Trowa pushed Wufei to the side and then placed his finger against the door, giving it a shove. “It’s going to take more than...” Wufei’s words were cut off as the door fell inwards. “Well shit.” “You owe me one, Wufei,” Trowa said in a smug tone. “Yeah, later. Thanks.” Wufei took off running once again. Trowa shrugged his shoulders and turned around to go fetch Duo. “That’s all I get, a thanks. Nothing else, just thanks and later. I think it’s time I started to look for another job, one where I’m at least appreciated for my talents,” he muttered to himself as he trudged back to where he’d left the long haired man. * * * Meanwhile, Heero is being escorted to the honeymoon suite by the king and queen. The queen is a little ahead of the other two, the king, not so steady on his legs with his advancing age is being helped along by Heero – and managing to try and get in the odd grope. “Cut it out,” Heero hissed and swiped at the hand that was trying to feel up his ass. “Sorry, can’t hear you properly, sonny,” replied the king with a smirk and went for another grope. Seeing the queen about to turn around, he added. “Strange wedding that one.” The queen continued to walk. “Yes, it was a little strange. I always thought there was more dialogue in the wedding ceremony.” “More what?” called the king as he wormed a hand to Heero’s groin and had it smacked away. “More dialogue, you know, words?” “Oh I don’t know. Weddings do tend to go on for too long these days. More fun just to say the important bits and get down to the fun part, if you ask me.” Having had enough of the groping attempts, Heero suddenly pulls the king to a stop, grabs the wandering hands and pushes him against the wall; then presses a kiss to the king’s forehead. “What was that for?” the king managed to squeak out. The kiss had caused his heart rate to speed up uncontrollably, not to mention the thought of a little bondage. “Because in some ways you’re quite sweet and despite your repeated attempts to grope me, you’ve always been kind to me. Besides, once we reach the honeymoon suite I’ll be locating that self destruct button and blowing myself up, probably take out a fair chunk of the castle too, most likely your room as well so I just wanted to get in now and apologize if I kill you too,” replied Heero and then released the king to continue walking. “Oh, well that’s nice. Thank you,” the king replied and then called out to the queen, “Hey, queenie, he kissed me, that’s more than you’ve done in years.” The queen huffed and replied, “You sure he’s not carrying a white stick? Or got a guide dog?” “Bitch,” muttered the king. ~ * ~ tbc... |
