(Slave to your Love) Scars of Love [Part II: Revised]

[Leia Avenrose]

Disclaimer: I only own the story line and a few made-up characters.
Dedication: To all who love my stories and Gundam Wing?.



Scars of Love
By: Lynzi Knight
Rating: NC-17/XXX
Part II: Fear Your Dreams



??The former Queen of the world, the Sovereign of Pacifism around the world, and the beloved Princess of Sanc was announced dead today. She was found in her home by her only surviving brother, Miliardo Peacecraft, the last member of the royal family. It would app?? Click.

His violet eyes stared bleakly at the dark screen across the room. ?What the hell is going on?? No one answered, he didn?t expect anyone to. ?What the fuck is going on!? The man sitting slumped in his chair heaved his remote control against the wall. The device shattered, broke into two halves. Putting a hand to his face, he rubbed some feeling back into it, pushing his fingers into his eyes, rubbing the dry feeling away.

He pulled the long braid draped down the back of the chair and fingered the tips, his gaze wandering, his mind, thoughts, drifting away from him. Bringing up the end of his braid, he dragged it along his lips in thought. What was he going to do now? What would he say? The vid-phone suddenly rang in the kitchen, the loud, shrill noise echoing throughout the little apartment. He held his breath, praying the auto-answer wasn?t on.

The vid-phone clicked.

?Maxwell, I know you?re hiding. Stop it already. Her funeral is the day after tomorrow. You?re expected to show up.? It was Heero Yuy, his best friend, the pilot of Wing-Zero.

Duo Maxwell, pilot of Deathscythe, assistant to the late Relena Peacecraft, groaned quietly and stood on heavy legs to walk into the kitchen. He stared into the screen and forced his usual cheerful smile. ?Hey, Heero, how ya been holding out?? He pulled a chair out and sat down, reaching out to adjust the vid-screen. He stared up into the emotionless face of his companion dull lavender eyes.

?It doesn?t matter. What matters is that yo??

?I know, Heero!? Duo snapped, suddenly irritated. He didn?t need this asshole ragging on him right now. He then waved away his rude tone and sighed heavily. He could feel the tears building again. ?I?m sorry, man, I guess I?m just torn about what?s happened to her. Can you believe it, Heero? Relena is gone, gone!? He put his face in his hands, his shoulders trembling. He cried dry tears.

Heero watched in silence. His eyes were as cold and accusing as ever, his face blank. ?Get some rest, Maxwell, you look like shit,? he growled. As if he cares? the thought flew through his mind.

Duo wiped his nose, and lifted his head, his eyes red and watery. His face was flushed with the adrenaline of sudden anger. How could this guy be so cold? ?How can you just sit and not do anything about it? What the hell is wrong with you?? He shook his head, the anger making his blood boil. ?You?re sick, Heero, did you I ever tell you that? You guys had had it going, but you fucked it all up! You don?t even care, do you? Do you!?

His eyes flashed dangerously. He jumped up, adjusting the vid-phone roughly. Heero?s face jumped, static lining the screen. He fixed it and glared at his friend. Heero didn?t fear the man in the screen; he only ended up returning the stare. ?Do you think I did it??

Duo blinked, taken aback by the question. ?W-what?? he stammered. ?What the hell are you talking about? I know you didn?t do it, but you always wanted to kill her so? did you do it??

Heero?s face was deadpan, but his emotions a dead give away in his eyes. ?No.?

?Where is her funeral?? He flipped his braid over his shoulder and wiped at his eyes.

?Sanctus, in the Sanc. Be there. But, now, get some sleep, we have a long day tomorrow.? The screen flashed, and then went black. His reflection stared back at him.

?Damn it,? he muttered, walking from the kitchen to the living room. He fell back into his chair, closed his eyes and awaited the nightmares.

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The body was lying, not in a casket, but on a bed of granite in the bottom of a mausoleum. It was a brand new building, built for the remaining Peacecraft members. Flowers made the dimly lit room soothing, driving the feeling of death away. The scent of roses floated up the staircase leading from underground into the church where a priest and nun discussed the whole tragic incident. A transparent black sheet was draped over the body, hiding the marks, the pain it had endured. The corpse under the cover was dressed in a black gown, a black shawl wrapped around their shoulders.

They had only been dead for a day?.

A shadowed figure crept down the stairs and stayed within the shadows. It strayed in the dark for a brief moment before slowly stepping out into the light. Torches sat perched in the walls within their proper holders. The walls, in the flickering light, were a light beige, speckled in a soft, clear-cut orange. The torches burned in silence, the flames licking the air with desperate hunger, their tongues forked and longing. A transparent shape stood in a corner, dressed in a robe, a hood draped over its head, hiding its face within the darkness. As the being that had come down the stairs walked up to the covered corpse, he glanced around, over his shoulder and then froze, as his eyes found the corner where the hooded entity stood. His brow furrowed in suspicion. Was there someone really there? Or was it just a trick of the light?

He shrugged, continuing towards the body. As he silently climbed the steps leading up to the stone, he gazed down at the face, feeling something inside twist with exigency at the sight.

She had always been able to do that to him?.

He paused, his Prussian colored-eyes taking in everything around him, especially the doorway. He had managed to knock out the priest and that fucking loud nun, and then shove them into a Confession booth. Anyone would assume the nun was giving a confession to the priest, not even noticing him or her gone. He smiled at his genius, quickly put together plan. It would work, while he did his business down here.

?Well,? he murmured to the corpse, ?Your Highness? No one would?ve suspected that it would work, huh? Just like he had said, planned.? He loomed over the body of the late Princess of Sanc. Reaching down he dragged the sheet off her face, letting it rest on her breasts. ?You never knew what was coming, did you? No, I didn?t think so. You were so his, and mine, just for the fun, and even now you?re going to be mine forever, till death do you part.?

He put his fingers to her face, feeling the slack flesh beneath his palm. ?You?re all waxy and gross now.? He laughed psychotically. ?And what will your little soldiers do about you now? They never cared about you, you know?? He gave her face a hard shake, his fingers digging into her cheeks.

Taking his hand back, he watched her jaw fall open, as though she was screaming. He smirked. ?I remember that look so well, you know? And your screams,??he shivered in pleasure??how much fun that was, ho hard you got me. Do you realize what that meant??

The carcass didn?t answer. Her mouth hung open, her bruised, pasty-colored face faced in his direction. He shook his head, his hand flying in a quick motion. It connected with the side of her face, her head easily bouncing off the stone. He growled, slapping her again.

?Don?t fucking mouth back, you cunt,? he screamed. ?You?re not in the best of positions to bitch. Remember where it got you last time? A tub of blood!?

Tearing off the sheet, he threw it to the ground. He then climbed on top of her, straddling her lower half. He bent forward, his face inches from hers. ?You?re so stupid. You don?t even know what you?re talking about!? He sat up and punched her stomach, then her chest. ?Stop lying! You knew it was him, but you never had the balls to confess anything, not even to me! I thought you loved me!? He grabbed her face roughly, and then touching her forehead to his with a gentle touch, he groaned in remorse, then closed his eyes and nuzzled her nose tenderly.

?I never meant to hurt you, my little Princess,? he whispered tearfully. ?I always loved you. And I know you love me more then him, but you fucked him once too much. You broke my heart, Lee, and for that you?ll live in eternal darkness, giving me and him, everyone in general, nightmares.? He sat up, staring down at her breasts. Tears slid off his face, landing on her stomach. Reaching into the back of his pants, he pulled a knife out and stared down at it.

Stooping forward, he began to slice the front of her dress open. Her breasts, once rich, firm and beautiful, fell into the open. Her nipples were a dull brown that looked like dried up dirt having baked under a desert sun. The knife traveled lower, cutting the corset bodice in two. He put the weapon down and slipped the top part of her dress off, pushing it to the ground. He then cut the waist of the skirts and pulled them, too, from her body. They, too, fell to the ground. Now she was completely naked for the world, and him. The knife fell to the ground loudly, entirely forgotten.

This guy is sickening. What is he doing to that poor dead girl? What does he have planned for her corpse? The hooded figure continued to watch in silence, the man not even noticing it there in the corner. The apparition began to walk the length of the wall, their eyes, within the shadows, watching closely.

The man suddenly snickered softly, the low rumble gradually increasing to a loud, out of control cackle. ?You don?t know much, do you? It would seem that your world would be at an end. Again. For you to have gone and said those things to them, it was all a waste, they were planning to kill you from day one, anyway.? He grasped a breast in a powerful grip, his fingers flexing on the dead flesh. He squeezed, sliding his hand upward until his fingers pulled and twisted her nipple.

?Of course you don?t understand, Your Highness,? he muttered, pinching her lifeless nipple tightly, feeling the soft tissue flatten under his fingers. ?You never did when it came to me, but when it was about them, came down to them, you always understood. They fucked you wrong, don?t you realize?? He shook his head at her scandal. ?Don?t give me that crap, Relena!? He began to undo his pants, the whole time, as he moved his hand from breast to stomach, then down into her crotch, his fingers digging deep inside, groaning loudly in pleasure.

?You?re so warm, did I ever tell you that??

He slid his pants off, then, pushing them to the ground. They landed on top of the destroyed dress. Grabbing his length in a hand, he began to masturbate, his eyes, the entire time, resting on her breasts. They then moved up to her face. Spreading her legs, he pulled his fingers from her sex and licked them. ?You taste the same as you did the first time I took you in and had you.?

He bent forward between her legs and entered her swiftly, moaning loudly, a hand clutching her shoulder. As he began to move at a fast pace, he grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted them up. The figure in the shadows stepped into the light quickly, throwing off their hood. She stared with wide cerulean eyes at what was happening. Her long golden hair was flung from side to side as she shook her head in incredulity. His thrusts continued, faster and harder, until he hastily pulled out and leaned over her breasts, climaxing all over her face and chest.

He gasped heavily, bent forward on his hands. Sweat drenched his brow, back and face, dripping off his nose and landing on the creamy substance oozed all over. ?That was really good, babe,? he whispered, ?but it wasn?t as great as the first time, remember?? He stepped over her body and climbed down from the bed of stone. Gathering his pants and boxers, he dressed quickly and stared down at the belated Princess of Sanc.

Her legs were spread; one bent and raised, the other almost hanging off the side. Her arms also hung off the sides of the boulder; her long hair smeared in cum. ?You really are beautiful after great sex.? He turned, walking past the spirit that stood, a shocked look on her face, in the wavering light. She stared after the man with dark blue eyes and dark brown hair, remembering the bangs that splayed along his forehead in thick strands.

Looking back at the dead girl, she walked up to her corpse, her eyes on the fluid that was dried and as hard as glue. What did he do? Why did he do that? What?s wrong with him? She reached down then, to gingerly finger the hair so identical to hers. Who are you? Why do you look so familiar?

She shook her head, and then gasped out loud, nearly screaming out, not that anyone could hear her. She spun around, staring at the stairs where the man had come from and then disappeared into. Her eyes searched the doorway, the walls, and, last, the torches. She tried to figure out the face that belonged to him, as well as a name to the dark, mysterious looks.

Heero?

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A decomposed hand, covered in blood and mold flew straight at him, out from the darkness. A loud cry entered his mind, followed by a high-pitched scream: ?Brother!?

The knock startled him from his dream, killing away what was coming for him. Looking up at the clock on the table beside the large bed, he groaned under his breath. 6:17PM. He had overslept. Oh well, it didn?t matter, why would it? He closed his eyes, letting the softness of his pillow and the warmth of the evening take him back to sleep. He heard the door slide open, then footsteps out in the hallway. A dark figure appeared in the doorway. Miliardo Peacecraft continued to snooze, really knowing whom it was. The shape entered the room quietly.

?Is there something I can do for you??

Lucrezia Noin shook her head, coming to sit on the bed beside him. ?No, I was just lonesome and sad. I miss her,? she whispered in a weepy voice, ?but I know how much more you?re hurting since you found her.?

Miliardo scoffed, disgusted, ?Found her? I talked to her, while she was killing herself.? He rolled onto his back.

?I know. I?m still sorry you had to see her like that. Is there anything you want? You want a drink, something to eat?? She brushed his long bangs back from his eyes. ?You shouldn?t sleep so much.?

?Don?t worry about me, all right?? He stared up at her with red-rimmed, heavy, eyes. ?How?s Winter??

?The angel?s sleeping. She still has the raspy breathing, but Sally says she?ll get over that by tomorrow. And as for the flu and diarrhea, that won?t go away for another few days or so at the most.? She managed a small, short-lived smile. ?Our baby will be just fine, Miliardo.?

Miliardo nodded and closed his eyes for a moment. ?I?ll go and check on her later on tonight around ten.?

Noin nodded, secretly happy that he hadn?t abandoned his family, his daughter. ?Her funeral?s tomorrow, remember? Be sure to be ready by 5PM.?

?Yeah, I know. Did you want to catch some sleep, since you?re sick, too and shouldn?t be wandering the house?? He patted her leg, then the bed.

Noin shrugged. ?Sure, but I might not be able to sleep.? She stretched out on the bed beside him, wrapping an arm around his waist.

?Why, what?s the matter??

?Nightmares,? Noin muttered, closing her eyes.


Continued?