Blood Loyalty prologue (6x9, 13x11)

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I haven't forgotten about the lemon!

Title: Blood Loyalty Prologue
Author: Kendra
Pairings: 6x9, 13x11
Rating: PG-13. R-NC-17 in later chapters
Warnings: Violence, sex, language, sap.
Disclaimer: I don't own gundam wing.
Notes: A character study type multi-part focusing on the 4 OZ charas and how the past made them into who they were in GW. This will not be a pretty fic. I'm shooting for 10 chapters including prologue and epilogue. Don't expect me to write chapters that fast. I've used Episode Zero, Act 1: Relena and the GW series to draw open but the insights are mostly mine. Duke Quinton Khrushenada belongs to me. Also, I'm using His Excellency as a family title.

Prologue


AC 186

The autumm air was crisp and the leaves were slowly turning outside but for the boy, it did not matter. To those who saw him, he was Zechs Merquise, the ward of His Excellency Quinton Khrushenada, a boy who's past was obscured and shady. With his long blond hair and cold blue eyes, to some, he looked like the missing Peacecraft heir who was presumed dead four years ago in the fall of the Sanq Kingdom. However, His Excellency insisted that Zechs Merquise was not Milliardo Peacecraft. For if it was even assumed that Zechs Merquise was Milliardo Peacecraft, not even the power of His Excellency would protect him. There was a bounty of one hundred billion credit chips for anyone who could prove that any heirs of the Sanq Kingdom were dead. An extra fifty billion credit chips were added if the dead heir was Milliardo Peacecraft. However, it was true, Zechs Merquise was Milliardo Peacecraft. It was one of the hardest secrets to have, many older men could not keep such an explosive secret but Zechs was determined to keep it for as long as he needed to. For his story was a story of revenge against the Alliance. His Excellency could have chosen to kill him but he decided to give him shelter, a new name and a chance for the future. Zechs' mission was to join the Specials and to help His Excellency's son, Treize Khrushenada fulfill his destiny.

Treize Khrushenada sighed as he gave his father part of his attention. As the son of Quinton Khrushenada, he always knew what his destiny was: To bring the Romafeller Foundation in power to rule the world. And he, Treize would be the puppetmaster behind the coup d'etat, continuing his father's mission. Treize suffered the urge to yawn; he was fifteen and he did not quite care about what his father was saying and about that boy Zechs Merquise. He had just graduated from the Specials' academy and he was more interested in going to his new outpost than being at home. He just wished that his father would hurry up and finish.

Quinton Khrushenada looked at his son and at the boy. He personally decried the carnage that was the end of the Sanq Kingdom but he blessed fate for giving him the ace in the hole. 'Milliardo Peacecraft, no Zechs Merquise will be the man who will help give the Khrushenada family its rightful place in history. It is almost too easy that his price is just revenge,' Quinton thought.

Clearing his throat, Quinton spoke, "I called both of you here because you two are both of the most important people in history today. The plans of OZ cannot continue without the both of you knowing your positions."

Treize started, he knew what OZ was but it was not prudent in his mind to share that with this kid next to him. He said, "Father-" but Quinton cut him off. Quinton said, "You, Treize Khrushenada, will be the leader of OZ, inheriting from your cousin General Catalonia. You will lead OZ from the shadows to the light as the ruler of the entire earth and the colonies. You,
Zechs Merquise, will become the fighter that your family would disapprove of but I see your potential and you will surpass everyone. Your mission is to help Treize in everyway, not because you are indebted to the Khrushenada family but because you know this is the only way that you can ever seek your revenge, Milliardo Peacecraft."

Treize gasped, but Zechs showed no reaction. Quinton said, "I'd have you swear that you two will be faithful to OZ and to your missions by blood," as he opened a desk drawer and pulled out a knife. He handed it to Zechs who pricked his finger without expression. Treize was skeptical about all of this but he would not gainsay his father at all. He pricked his finger and as their blood mixed on the floor, Treize and Zechs swore that they would see their missions through despite the cost.



Chapter 1: The birth of Zechs Merquise