Royal Oak Chapter Three - Gundam Wing
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yellowhordeDisclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing and I make no money from this or any other fanfic I write. The Jolly Rogers sing ‘Royal Oak.’
Pairing: 5xM
Category: Songfic, Angst
Rating: R
Warnings: Some reference to NCS and attempted suicide. If any of this may offend you, PLEASE DON’T READ.
Title: Royal Oak
Author: yellowhorde
Notes: (thoughts) //song lyrics//
Treize stood on the deck of his ship, the spyglass to his eyes. Things were proceeding exactly as he had predicted. The message the flags were sending left no doubt as to his opponents’ intentions. Zechs stood silently at his side.
"Hmmm. So they’re refusing to surrender, are they?" The barest glimmer of a smile graced the captain's elegant features. "Oh, well. We gave them the opportunity to give up."
He handed the glass over to his second in command.
"Tell the men to prepare for battle. We attack at first light."
*****
Meilan lay stiff and unmoving in the large bed, curled into a tight ball, the covers clutched to her naked chest. She could hear the deep even breathing of the man besides her. She turned over and sat upright, the cloth pooling about her small waist. She glared at the sleeping form of the man who violated her night after night.
His face, illuminated by the silver glow of the moon, which danced silently in through the windows, was peaceful and yes, she had to admit that he was indeed handsome. His brown hair framed his face in ever so gentle waves. His body was sculpted to perfection with broad shoulders, a muscular chest and a narrow waist.
Her eyes filled with tears and she wished desperately for a weapon, a knife...something! But, no, there was nothing. He had taken every precaution to insure both his safety and hers. How thoughtful.
(Even the moonlight has more freedom than I do.)
When she was certain Treize would not awaken, Meilan slipped out of bed, silent as any wraith. Her body reacted to the sudden cool of the air after the warmth of the covers.
Unmindful of the goose bumps that marched their way across her skin, she made her way over to the basin of fresh water she had prepared before lights out. It had become her nightly custom. Every night she cleansed her body, scrubbing viscously until her skin was scoured pink. She rid herself of his loathsome sweat, his scent, his seed. She only wished she could cleanse the taint of shame from her soul as easily as she did her body.
Having finished, she padded over to the window, basin in hand. She tossed the water out of the small circular opening. Deciding not to return to the warmth of the bed, she donned a silk robe, which hung on a nearby peg. She tied the belt securely and headed for the door. When she tried it, she was delighted to find it unlocked. Cautiously, as to not make a single sound, she eased the sturdy wooden door open.
Sitting outside the door was Zechs Merquise, his back to the door. For one moment, fearing discovery, she froze, and her heart leaped into her throat. After a tense moment or two when there was no sign of any sort of response from the guard, she realized that the tall blond man must be asleep. How careless of him.
She slid the door shut and crept silently past the sleeping sentinel, totally unaware of the pair of deep blue eyes that observed her every move from beneath thick bangs. She took a deep refreshing breath of sea air. The moon above, so close she felt she could reach out and take in into her outstretched hands, seemed to mock her.
(Yes, even the moon has more freedom.)
She deftly made her way towards the edge of the ship.
She smiled wistfully as her mind flashed back to the night her beloved Wufei had proposed to her. The moon had been full then, as well. She had been so happy; tears of joy had slipped down her cheeks. He had been so sincere, so hopeful, yet at the same time so very afraid that she would refuse. But she could not refuse him anything, nor would she ever try. His love for her was as strong as the raging sea. He had loved her deeply, with all his heart, a heart as pure as snow. She knew that he would have given her the moon had she only asked.
Then her smile crumbled. But now... How could he possibly love her again now that another man had defiled her?
Having reached the ship's railing, she laid her trembling hands against the cool wooden beams. A gentle breeze caressed her skin, ruffling her long hair and plucking playfully at her robe. The sea whispered seductively to her. How deep it was, so calm, so peaceful. She could easily see herself sinking into its silent depths, losing herself forever under its eternally moving waves. Losing all sense of fear, shame, and self-loathing. She would finally be at peace. More importantly she would be free.
She began to pull herself up onto the railing, intent on ending her miserable existence this very night.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
The voice came from right behind her, startling her. For a moment she lost her balance and tottered dangerously as her weight overbalanced, but then she caught herself on the railing in time to steady herself, her heart beating frantically in her chest. She whirled around and came face to face with Zechs. His long platinum blond hair fluttered about his face as the breeze gained strength for a brief moment. His dark eyes held compassion and they pleaded silently with her.
"You don't really want to do that, my lady." He gently took her hands, mindful of the bandages that covered her mangled wrists. He then led her away from the railing and back towards the cabin door.
She didn't protest. She was simply too stunned.
(So, you hadn't been asleep after all...)
At the door, he leaned down towards her, his large gentle hands resting on her shoulders. His voice was so hushed she had to lean towards him to be sure she was hearing him correctly.
"I know you feel that you must end your life, but I beg of you, my lady, take heart. Your husband IS coming for you."
He smiled sadly when he noted her disbelief, then steered her gently around so that she was facing out into the dark expanse of the sea.
"He is aboard the ship that you see out there in the bay. The one that we will be attacking tomorrow morning. Try to hold on for a little while longer."
Suddenly, he embraced her. She was startled, but made no effort to free herself. This man had offered her nothing but kindness. And now he was giving her a small measure of hope.
She trembled violently as sobs began to wrack her body. Zechs released her carefully and looked down at her with gentle concern. Hope and fear fought for dominance in her beautiful tear-filled eyes. She crumpled to the ground, weeping her despair and buried her face in her hands.
"How can I possibly face my husband knowing that the baby I carry within my body belongs to that horrible man?" she managed between her sobs.
Zechs gasped in surprise. He really had had no idea that the woman besides him was with child. She must not be very far along in the pregnancy.
"Are you sure? That it is Khushrenada's child, I mean."
Without lifting her face, the young distraught woman nodded her head, crying harder.
"Does Treize know about this?" he asked, crouching down besides the weeping woman.
Even as she shook her head in denial, Zechs knew that Treize Khushrenada had not known about the pregnancy any more than he had. How could he have possible known?
Realization dawned slowly on him.
"How long have you known?" he asked carefully.
Meilan looked up into the blue depths of the second in command's eyes. "I've suspected for a several weeks, but I was not positive until a few days ago."
She stopped and shook her head, a sharp, angry gesture. "No! That's not entirely true. I knew I was pregnant. I had been hoping that it was Wufei's."
She smiled, but it was infinitely sad, and that sadness filled her dark eyes. "But it has been too long since I've been with my husband. If it were his, I would have been much farther along."
Her voice cracked on the last word and she began to sob once more.
(So that is why she tried to kill herself.)
Zechs wrapped his strong arms about the weeping woman. He rubbed her back reassuringly. "If your husband really cares for you, all of this won't matter to him. He will be glad to have you back in his arms. He won't blame you for what has happened. Of this, I am certain."
After a long while, the tears ceased and her sobs stilled. And still he continued to hold her. Her head fell against his chest and the blond sailor realized that Meilan had fallen asleep. He smiled softly and gathered her limp form into his arms. Then he carefully returned her to his captain's bed. He made certain not to disturb either the man or the woman as he laid her carefully down and pulled the covers up over her to protect from the night’s chill.
He watched them for a long moment, and then he returned to his own cabin. He would need his rest if he were to be ready for the coming battle.
*****
Wufei reclined gracefully on the wooden park bench, enjoying the cool beauty of the night. The scent of lilacs drifted on the breeze that rustled the leaves, oh so gently, the sound eerily similar to that of the surf. His eyes lit up with joy as his he caught sight of his lovely bride walking towards him, her white gown shimmering in the moonlight.
Hurriedly, he rose, his hands smoothing the cloth of the tuxedo he wore. He felt out of his element. He was much more comfortable in his usual selection of clothing. But, it was the night of his wedding and he was, alas, not in China with his family, friends and familiar customs. Nevertheless, he was happy.
Demurely, Meilan strolled up to him, her veil obscuring her face from view, the long gown trailing behind, rustling softly. Apprehension stirred in his heart as he took her delicate hand in his own. In his homeland, white was the color associated with death. He was not entirely comfortable knowing that his new wife was dressed from head to toe in such a color, the first night of their new life together. He would rather have seen her in the traditional Chinese red gown.
Gently, he lifted her veil and gazed lovingly into her beautiful eyes. He placed a chaste kiss on her forehead and his heart overflowed with happiness as she slipped her arms around his shoulders.
Suddenly, loud explosions shattered the peace of the evening, startling him. Acrid smoke filled the air and obscured his vision. Wufei coughed violently as the vapor found it's way into his lungs. Then, just as suddenly as it appeared, the smoke cleared. To his horror, his wife was gone. Desperately, he searched for her, calling her name over and over again, but to no avail.
Faintly, Wufei heard Meilan crying out his name in a tone of utter despair. He whirled in the direction of her voice and was shocked to see his beloved being held, struggling with all of her might, in the arms of another man, the captain of the Black Rose, himself, Treize Khushrenada.
The Spanish captain's eyes flashed in amusement and his rich laughter filled the world. "You are too late, young dragon, she is mine now. And she will always be mine from now until the end of time."
Wufei dashed forward, intent on rescuing his love from the clutches of that evil fiend, but the two figures vanish in a swirl of gray smoke, leaving him grasping at thin air. He crumpled to his knees as his world shattered into a thousand twinkling points of light. Tears flowing in silent rivers down his face. His nails dug red furrows into his pale face as he screamed out his anguish.
"Meilan! Oh, dear God, no! MEILAN!"
Wufei's eyes snapped open as he sat bolt upright in his narrow bed. The covers pooled in his lap. Sweat drenched his slender body and strands of silky hair clung to his brow. His breath ripped in and out of his chest in great shuddering sobs. A dream... but it had felt so real. Shakily he ran his hand through his shoulder-length hair, freeing the few strands that clung to his face. His eyes darted towards the window and he realized that dawn was fast approaching.
He arose from his bed and padded silently over to the basin and pitcher he kept on a stand by his sea chest. He poured water into the basin and began to cleanse the sweat from his body. Having finished, he fastened his thick hair into its normal ponytail at the nape of his neck. Shivering in the chill air, he dressed quickly, all the while trying to prepare himself both mentally and physically for the coming battle. He banished the disturbing dream from his mind, or at least tried to.
(Wait for me, Meilan. I will be with you soon...)
TO BE CONTINUED…
CHAPTER FOUR
Pairing: 5xM
Category: Songfic, Angst
Rating: R
Warnings: Some reference to NCS and attempted suicide. If any of this may offend you, PLEASE DON’T READ.
Title: Royal Oak
Author: yellowhorde
Notes: (thoughts) //song lyrics//
Treize stood on the deck of his ship, the spyglass to his eyes. Things were proceeding exactly as he had predicted. The message the flags were sending left no doubt as to his opponents’ intentions. Zechs stood silently at his side.
"Hmmm. So they’re refusing to surrender, are they?" The barest glimmer of a smile graced the captain's elegant features. "Oh, well. We gave them the opportunity to give up."
He handed the glass over to his second in command.
"Tell the men to prepare for battle. We attack at first light."
*****
Meilan lay stiff and unmoving in the large bed, curled into a tight ball, the covers clutched to her naked chest. She could hear the deep even breathing of the man besides her. She turned over and sat upright, the cloth pooling about her small waist. She glared at the sleeping form of the man who violated her night after night.
His face, illuminated by the silver glow of the moon, which danced silently in through the windows, was peaceful and yes, she had to admit that he was indeed handsome. His brown hair framed his face in ever so gentle waves. His body was sculpted to perfection with broad shoulders, a muscular chest and a narrow waist.
Her eyes filled with tears and she wished desperately for a weapon, a knife...something! But, no, there was nothing. He had taken every precaution to insure both his safety and hers. How thoughtful.
(Even the moonlight has more freedom than I do.)
When she was certain Treize would not awaken, Meilan slipped out of bed, silent as any wraith. Her body reacted to the sudden cool of the air after the warmth of the covers.
Unmindful of the goose bumps that marched their way across her skin, she made her way over to the basin of fresh water she had prepared before lights out. It had become her nightly custom. Every night she cleansed her body, scrubbing viscously until her skin was scoured pink. She rid herself of his loathsome sweat, his scent, his seed. She only wished she could cleanse the taint of shame from her soul as easily as she did her body.
Having finished, she padded over to the window, basin in hand. She tossed the water out of the small circular opening. Deciding not to return to the warmth of the bed, she donned a silk robe, which hung on a nearby peg. She tied the belt securely and headed for the door. When she tried it, she was delighted to find it unlocked. Cautiously, as to not make a single sound, she eased the sturdy wooden door open.
Sitting outside the door was Zechs Merquise, his back to the door. For one moment, fearing discovery, she froze, and her heart leaped into her throat. After a tense moment or two when there was no sign of any sort of response from the guard, she realized that the tall blond man must be asleep. How careless of him.
She slid the door shut and crept silently past the sleeping sentinel, totally unaware of the pair of deep blue eyes that observed her every move from beneath thick bangs. She took a deep refreshing breath of sea air. The moon above, so close she felt she could reach out and take in into her outstretched hands, seemed to mock her.
(Yes, even the moon has more freedom.)
She deftly made her way towards the edge of the ship.
She smiled wistfully as her mind flashed back to the night her beloved Wufei had proposed to her. The moon had been full then, as well. She had been so happy; tears of joy had slipped down her cheeks. He had been so sincere, so hopeful, yet at the same time so very afraid that she would refuse. But she could not refuse him anything, nor would she ever try. His love for her was as strong as the raging sea. He had loved her deeply, with all his heart, a heart as pure as snow. She knew that he would have given her the moon had she only asked.
Then her smile crumbled. But now... How could he possibly love her again now that another man had defiled her?
Having reached the ship's railing, she laid her trembling hands against the cool wooden beams. A gentle breeze caressed her skin, ruffling her long hair and plucking playfully at her robe. The sea whispered seductively to her. How deep it was, so calm, so peaceful. She could easily see herself sinking into its silent depths, losing herself forever under its eternally moving waves. Losing all sense of fear, shame, and self-loathing. She would finally be at peace. More importantly she would be free.
She began to pull herself up onto the railing, intent on ending her miserable existence this very night.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
The voice came from right behind her, startling her. For a moment she lost her balance and tottered dangerously as her weight overbalanced, but then she caught herself on the railing in time to steady herself, her heart beating frantically in her chest. She whirled around and came face to face with Zechs. His long platinum blond hair fluttered about his face as the breeze gained strength for a brief moment. His dark eyes held compassion and they pleaded silently with her.
"You don't really want to do that, my lady." He gently took her hands, mindful of the bandages that covered her mangled wrists. He then led her away from the railing and back towards the cabin door.
She didn't protest. She was simply too stunned.
(So, you hadn't been asleep after all...)
At the door, he leaned down towards her, his large gentle hands resting on her shoulders. His voice was so hushed she had to lean towards him to be sure she was hearing him correctly.
"I know you feel that you must end your life, but I beg of you, my lady, take heart. Your husband IS coming for you."
He smiled sadly when he noted her disbelief, then steered her gently around so that she was facing out into the dark expanse of the sea.
"He is aboard the ship that you see out there in the bay. The one that we will be attacking tomorrow morning. Try to hold on for a little while longer."
Suddenly, he embraced her. She was startled, but made no effort to free herself. This man had offered her nothing but kindness. And now he was giving her a small measure of hope.
She trembled violently as sobs began to wrack her body. Zechs released her carefully and looked down at her with gentle concern. Hope and fear fought for dominance in her beautiful tear-filled eyes. She crumpled to the ground, weeping her despair and buried her face in her hands.
"How can I possibly face my husband knowing that the baby I carry within my body belongs to that horrible man?" she managed between her sobs.
Zechs gasped in surprise. He really had had no idea that the woman besides him was with child. She must not be very far along in the pregnancy.
"Are you sure? That it is Khushrenada's child, I mean."
Without lifting her face, the young distraught woman nodded her head, crying harder.
"Does Treize know about this?" he asked, crouching down besides the weeping woman.
Even as she shook her head in denial, Zechs knew that Treize Khushrenada had not known about the pregnancy any more than he had. How could he have possible known?
Realization dawned slowly on him.
"How long have you known?" he asked carefully.
Meilan looked up into the blue depths of the second in command's eyes. "I've suspected for a several weeks, but I was not positive until a few days ago."
She stopped and shook her head, a sharp, angry gesture. "No! That's not entirely true. I knew I was pregnant. I had been hoping that it was Wufei's."
She smiled, but it was infinitely sad, and that sadness filled her dark eyes. "But it has been too long since I've been with my husband. If it were his, I would have been much farther along."
Her voice cracked on the last word and she began to sob once more.
(So that is why she tried to kill herself.)
Zechs wrapped his strong arms about the weeping woman. He rubbed her back reassuringly. "If your husband really cares for you, all of this won't matter to him. He will be glad to have you back in his arms. He won't blame you for what has happened. Of this, I am certain."
After a long while, the tears ceased and her sobs stilled. And still he continued to hold her. Her head fell against his chest and the blond sailor realized that Meilan had fallen asleep. He smiled softly and gathered her limp form into his arms. Then he carefully returned her to his captain's bed. He made certain not to disturb either the man or the woman as he laid her carefully down and pulled the covers up over her to protect from the night’s chill.
He watched them for a long moment, and then he returned to his own cabin. He would need his rest if he were to be ready for the coming battle.
*****
Wufei reclined gracefully on the wooden park bench, enjoying the cool beauty of the night. The scent of lilacs drifted on the breeze that rustled the leaves, oh so gently, the sound eerily similar to that of the surf. His eyes lit up with joy as his he caught sight of his lovely bride walking towards him, her white gown shimmering in the moonlight.
Hurriedly, he rose, his hands smoothing the cloth of the tuxedo he wore. He felt out of his element. He was much more comfortable in his usual selection of clothing. But, it was the night of his wedding and he was, alas, not in China with his family, friends and familiar customs. Nevertheless, he was happy.
Demurely, Meilan strolled up to him, her veil obscuring her face from view, the long gown trailing behind, rustling softly. Apprehension stirred in his heart as he took her delicate hand in his own. In his homeland, white was the color associated with death. He was not entirely comfortable knowing that his new wife was dressed from head to toe in such a color, the first night of their new life together. He would rather have seen her in the traditional Chinese red gown.
Gently, he lifted her veil and gazed lovingly into her beautiful eyes. He placed a chaste kiss on her forehead and his heart overflowed with happiness as she slipped her arms around his shoulders.
Suddenly, loud explosions shattered the peace of the evening, startling him. Acrid smoke filled the air and obscured his vision. Wufei coughed violently as the vapor found it's way into his lungs. Then, just as suddenly as it appeared, the smoke cleared. To his horror, his wife was gone. Desperately, he searched for her, calling her name over and over again, but to no avail.
Faintly, Wufei heard Meilan crying out his name in a tone of utter despair. He whirled in the direction of her voice and was shocked to see his beloved being held, struggling with all of her might, in the arms of another man, the captain of the Black Rose, himself, Treize Khushrenada.
The Spanish captain's eyes flashed in amusement and his rich laughter filled the world. "You are too late, young dragon, she is mine now. And she will always be mine from now until the end of time."
Wufei dashed forward, intent on rescuing his love from the clutches of that evil fiend, but the two figures vanish in a swirl of gray smoke, leaving him grasping at thin air. He crumpled to his knees as his world shattered into a thousand twinkling points of light. Tears flowing in silent rivers down his face. His nails dug red furrows into his pale face as he screamed out his anguish.
"Meilan! Oh, dear God, no! MEILAN!"
Wufei's eyes snapped open as he sat bolt upright in his narrow bed. The covers pooled in his lap. Sweat drenched his slender body and strands of silky hair clung to his brow. His breath ripped in and out of his chest in great shuddering sobs. A dream... but it had felt so real. Shakily he ran his hand through his shoulder-length hair, freeing the few strands that clung to his face. His eyes darted towards the window and he realized that dawn was fast approaching.
He arose from his bed and padded silently over to the basin and pitcher he kept on a stand by his sea chest. He poured water into the basin and began to cleanse the sweat from his body. Having finished, he fastened his thick hair into its normal ponytail at the nape of his neck. Shivering in the chill air, he dressed quickly, all the while trying to prepare himself both mentally and physically for the coming battle. He banished the disturbing dream from his mind, or at least tried to.
(Wait for me, Meilan. I will be with you soon...)
TO BE CONTINUED…
CHAPTER FOUR
