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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 4 "Rhyming Robbers" Uncle Howard turned the page.... "Despite Princess Relena's insistence that Heero would grow to love her, Heero could not bring himself to tell her that hell would be more likely to freeze over first. He kept the fact that he was gay hidden from her. He figured she didn't need to be privy to that information just yet... besides he was still trying to understand it himself. The only pleasure that Heero enjoyed were the long rides he took daily on his horse. More to escape from the oppressive castle and the screeching whiny voice of his... future wife...." Heero took the reins and mounted the prancing black stallion. He ran a soothing hand along its neck, calming the beast a little. The sound of Princess Relena's voice could be heard within the castle walls. "Prince Heero? Prince Heeeerrroooooo..." The stallion rolled his eyes as the obnoxious noise hit his sensitive ears, he snorted and pawed the ground impatiently. Heero also winced. "I guess she grates on you just as much, hey Wing?" The stallion tossed his head. "Then let us be off my friend." Heero gathered up the reins and touched his legs to the beast's sides. Instantly, Wing exploded into action. The groom shrank back against the wall as the horse lunged forward, hind legs digging deep into the gravel of the stable yard and throwing up rocks and anything else as his momentum propelled him through the yard and out of the gates. Princess Relena stood in the yard doorway and quickly covered her head as a shower of sand and gravel was thrown upon her from the horse's retreating hooves. The dust settled and Princess Relena looked at her soiled clothing. "Shit!" "I think there may be a bit of that mixed in with the sand, your Highness," said the groom helpfully as he stepped forward to assist the Princess. Princess Relena gave the groom a withering look. "Let me know when he returns," she said and stalked off to shower, she wasn't too fond of the perfume known as Eu-de-Horse manure toilette. ~ * ~ Heero leaned forward over the horse's neck, standing in his stirrups he urged the beast faster and Wing was only to willing to comply. His nostrils flared red as his legs carried them at a breakneck gallop across the country side. Heero's hair was tugged by the wind as it whistled past his head and he felt his anger and some of his despair leave with it. He always felt better after a gallop. There was nothing quite like the adrenaline rush of feeling such power between your legs.... Well almost.... but Heero was yet to learn of the other adrenaline rush that could be found between his legs. He slowed the panting beast to a walk and entered the cool track of the forest. He let the animal stride along at his own pace, enjoying the solitude when he heard a noise from ahead. He took up the reins again and urged Wing to walk forward. Rounding the bend in the track he came upon three men and a wagon that appeared to be stuck in the mud. Heero reined in the horse and took in the group. The smallest of the three, a blonde, stepped forward and looked at Heero with pleading eyes. "Please sir, could you see fit to help us? Our wagon is stuck fast and we have been trying nearly all day to pull it free. I'm sure with help from a muscular, well built man such as yourself that we will be able to free it in no time." Heero scanned the three men again and then nodded. He dismounted and tied Wing to a tree before returning to the wagon. He stepped up next to the Chinese man and began to push. He didn't notice until it was too late that the third man, who had a weird hair style and pointy ears, had disappeared until he slumped unconscious from a blow to the back of the head. The Chinese man caught Heero as he fell. "I still say it is an injustice to do this." "Shut up," said the blonde Arabian. "I'm not paying you to think, I'm paying you for your excellent sword skills and knowledge of the seas we will be crossing." The tall, elf like man turned to the Chinese and took Heero's body from him. "Just leave it be, Wufei," he said in his soft voice. The three men... two men and one yet to be confirmed man/elf quickly tied Heero up and placed him in the back of the wagon. Untying Heero's horse they set of in the wagon, which hadn't been stuck at all, to where they had left their sailboat. When they reached the spot the elf man known as Trowa, carefully lifted up Heero and carried him on board, moving silently so as not to wake the slumbering Prince. Not that much would have... he was still out cold. Wufei was busy fetching the last of their things from the wagon when he noticed the blonde Arabian fiddling with Heero's horse. Knowing the temper, as well as the odd fetishes the blonde had, he wasn't too sure if he should ask what he was doing. But he did anyway. "Quatre? What are you doing?" Quatre spun around. "I'm attaching a bit of an OZ uniform to the saddle, that way when the horse returns to the Sank Kingdom they will think that OZ has kidnapped the Prince Heero." Wufei scratched his chin. "Ummm... Why would you want to do that for?" Quatre finished attaching the piece of fabric and swatted the horse on the flank. Wing immediately set off at a gallop for the castle. Quatre turned back to Wufei and began to walk towards the boat where Trowa was waiting for them. "I did that because I was hired to start a war between OZ and Sank. And I personally would like to see Sank sink." Wufei cocked an eyebrow. "You want to see Sank sunk?" "Yeah. I want to see Oz sink Sank." "Who needs a spank?" asked Trowa as he took the last of the bags from Quatre and Wufei and stepped back into the boat. "I said Sank not spank." "The boat sank?" queried Wufei. "No it hasn't. I'm standing in it," Trowa replied wondering what his companions were going on about. Quatre rolled his eyes. "Look will you two just stop it? The boat is fine and no one is getting sanked, sunked, sinked or spanked." "Aww.. not just a little spank?" Wufei's eyes pleaded along with his voice. Trowa just sighed. "Damn!" Quatre stopped and turned around, hands on hips. "I have told you both before, business before pleasure. Now, why would I want to spank either of you at the moment? Don't forget what you both were before I found you." Both Trowa and Wufei's eyes glinted. "No, not that far back..." Quatre had a pretty good idea of what the pair had done for a living at some stage in their lives, but he preferred not to think about that. He raised his hand and pointed at the dark, Chinese man. "You were a drunk when I stumbled across you, Wufei. You were so far in the bottle that I had to get an opener to get you out. You were so pissed out of your mind you couldn't even get up to buy more liquor." Trowa snickered. Quatre turned the finger to him. "Don't know why you are laughing, bang boy. You didn't even have a name until I met you and gave you one. Now let's get back to work." Quatre turned and went to release the lines that held the little sailboat to the dock. "It's time to head for the cliffs of OZ." Wufei turned to Trowa who towered over him... a little. "Geeze, that Quatre likes to fuss." "Yeah, It seems he likes to scream at us." Wufei glanced across at the blonde who's ass was high in the air as he untied one of the ropes. "I guess he means no harm." "Got to admit he's a little short on the charm." Wufei stared at the tall man/elf. "You know you were bred to rhyme." Trowa smiled down. "Yeah I try to most of the time." Shaking his head Wufei went to release the bow lines and soon the little sail boat was free of her moorings and heading out into the ocean to begin her journey to OZ. Quatre tried putting his hands over his ears. He stuck his fingers in his ears. He tried humming with his fingers in his ears. Nothing worked to block out the continuous stupid rhyming conversation of his companions. Finally in exasperation he turned to the pair. "Will you two quit it!" Wufei ignored him and squinted through the mist that had rolled in around them as night began to fall. "Trowa.... are there rocks ahead?" Trowa looked up and peered in the direction Wufei indicated. "If there are then we may soon be dead." "Arrgghhh! Will you two cut it out!" Wufei turned to the blonde. "There's no need to shout." "Look no more rhymes... and this time I mean it!" Quatre felt like he was losing his grip on sanity. "All right, all right, no need to throw a fit," replied Wufei, but he made sure to hide his grin. Quatre held his head in his hands. "Oh why can't you keep your mouth shut?" Trowa looked up and offered forth his hand... "Anyone want a peanut?" "Aggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!" tbc...
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