Royal Oak Chapter Five - 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//
Wufei half crouched before the tall brown haired captain of the Black Rose. The sounds of slaughter all around him barley registered through the crimson cloak of rage that engulfed him. His whole being was focused entirely on the despicable man standing before him. Both men had their swords drawn and poised for the attack. Wufei's eyes narrowed as he declared his intentions.
"I, Chang Wufei, seek justice for the abduction of my wife, Meilan!" the youth spat. "Prepare to meet your maker, vile scum."
Treize smiled, but it was cold and deadly. "So, young dragon, you wish to steal my Meilan from me, do you? You will have to kill me first!"
With that, the older man advanced with the speed of one possessed. His sword danced through the air, searching for any possible weakness or hole in Wufei’s defense.
Their swords meet in a vicious kiss of steel on steel. They retreated, advanced, each seeking to end the other's life. Warily, the two men circled each other for a moment, both endeavoring to decipher the other's weak points. Their blades blurred in a flurry of movement. The two rival swordsmen possessed an almost hypnotic grace. Treize swung a mighty blow at his opponent's vitals and Wufei was almost sent reeling by the force of the attack as he barely brought his katana up in time to parry the assault.
Sweat from their exertion beaded down their faces, drenching their clothes. Their chests heaved for air as each fought for breath. Both aggressors were excellent swordsmen, but, much to his mounting dismay, Wufei realized that the Spaniard was by far the stronger. Still, he refused give up. He could not let his love remain in this man's clutches, not as long as he was alive to prevent it.
This time he would protect his love from her abductor, even if it cost him his life.
Suddenly, Wufei heard the beloved voice of his wife calling his name. Almost against his will and most certainly against his better judgment, his head swiveled in the direction that sweet voice had come from. He saw Meilan running towards him, her long ebony hair streaming behind her. His beautiful angel! She was still alive!
A tall handsome stranger with long platinum blond hair followed his wife closely. He wore the uniform of a Spanish navel officer. He seemed somewhat familiar, but now was not the time for a trip down memory lane.
Realizing he had allowed his attention to be diverted from the battle, Wufei hurriedly swung his body and blade back towards the older man. Too late he saw his opponent's sword's deadly thrust. His world slowed until it seemed that he had all the time in the world to defend himself, and yet, at the same instant he realized that he would never be able to bring his own weapon up in time to block. His time had run out. Burning white-hot agony ripped into the youth's side as the blade bit deeply into his flesh.
Treize, in a frenzy of bloodlust, thrust the blade forward, inward, with all of his strength. All his rage and frustration was concentrated in that one horrendous act of destruction. A dark and sinister joy leaped into his heart. Now Meilan would be free to love him, and only him. Now she would welcome him into her heart with open arms. The last barrier to their all-consuming passion had finally been destroyed.
A vicious animal-like snarl escaped his throat as he drew the blade out of his opponent's body, turning the sword as he turned his body to inflict the maximum amount of damage. Blood splattered unheeded against his wildly handsome face like Indian war paint. Maniacal laughter bubbled from his lips.
Wufei felt his blood, the hot flood of his life's vital force, spill down his side in thick rivulets. His sword fell from numbed fingers to clatter dully against the polished wood of the deck. His black eyes were wide and unbelieving.
(I’ve lost…)
This thought circled maddeningly through his mind as his vision clouded. Dizzy from the sudden massive blood lose, he swayed unsteadily on his feet, then staggered and fell to one knee. His breath rasped painfully through his throat. He coughed violently, bringing blood to his lips.
(He must have nicked the lung.)
Treize raised the bloody sword above his head and over the kneeling figure before him. Malicious glee danced in his blue eyes, his hands clutching the hilt of the sword so savagely that his knuckles were white. He would end this worthless boy's life now. He would take his head and be rid of him forever. The sword flashed down in a vicious arc.
Suddenly, Meilan was in front of him, throwing herself full bodied into the man that was her husband. The momentum of her leap and the force of the assault sent Wufei flying backwards. He landed on his wounded side, and a scream of pure pain ripped past his lips. He writhed in helpless agony beneath the weight of his wife's tiny body. Tears streamed from his tightly clenched eyes in silent rivers of misery.
Treize barely had had time to register the movement in front of him. All he knew was that somehow his beloved had materialized before him, her life in deadly peril. There was no way he could stop the blade's swing, there was simply too much power behind it, too much raw strength driving it towards its final destination. He did, however, managed to twist his body away at the last moment. There was a solid ‘thunk’ as the sword's blade embedded itself into the deck.
Meilan eased Wufei gently onto his back and pressed her hands against the terrible wound. In seconds they were covered in warm blood.
(Oh God, help me!) She pleaded silently.
She hurriedly removed the robe from about her narrow shoulders and after folding it several times, held it tightly against the deep gash. In moments the ivory garment was soaked crimson. She had not noticed when Treize retrieved his sword, but she sensed him standing over her, and she flinched as his icy voice lashed out at her.
"Get away from him, Meilan." the captain of the Black Rose ordered.
She had never heard him sound so cold, so angry. He had almost always addressed her gently, in that smooth cultured voice of his. But now...
Mutely, she shook her head emphatically, her hair brushed against her face. She would not allow that monster to harm her husband. She risked a quick glance up at the man who had abducted her, raped her, and held her against her will. Rage she had expected, but not sorrow, not love. His eyes were filled with these emotions, each fighting for dominance in those beautiful azure eyes.
Treize struggled for some measure of control over his mind, his body. He was being flooded, drowned by conflicting sensations. God damn it! He loved her. He loved her like no other man could, like no other man was capable of, even her precious husband. Couldn't she see that? After all these months, didn't she understand the depths of his heart? He had always been gentle and loving to her. He had always been kind.
His heart was being shredded to pieces as he watched the woman he loved, the only woman he had ever really loved, cling tightly to the wounded man at his feet. His clenched fists trembled violently at his sides. He struggled to suppress the urge to strike out at her, at the world. Angry tears blurred his vision.
"Meilan, please, I love you. I want you to be my wife, bare my children. Please, step away from that man. He is nothing. You belong to me."
His eyes pleaded gently with her. But she was not to be persuaded.
"I belong to no one." the woman cried in rage, "Least of all you! You claim to love me?" she scoffed in utter disbelief, her beautiful face filled with hate, loathing.
Her dark eyes glittered, hard as stone. She reached across the still form of her husband, grasped the hilt of the fallen blade. Slowly, she stood, brandishing the weapon before her in a threatening manner.
"You don't know the meaning of the word." she hissed, "I would rather die right here, right now than be your ‘wife.’"
The weapon was much heavier than she had expected and the weight of it pulled her arms down. She knew how to fight, sort of, but she had always used a much lighter sword. She managed to slide into a defensive stance. The set of her body was grim, determined.
(She will never love you.) Treize thought dimly. (You have lost her. No, that isn't right. You never had her to begin with.)
Uncontrollable rage engulfed Treize Khushrenada. It washed over him, through him. It destroyed all reason, all thought. It consumed everything in its path, leaving behind only emptiness and despair. Life, for the handsome Spaniard, had suddenly lost all-purpose, all meaning. Without Meilan by his side, life simply was not worth living. The tall man gripped his sword tightly, raising it above his head.
"If I cannot have you," he rasped out through clenched teeth, "then no man shall."
Terrified, Meilan held her position knowing she stood no chance against the battle-hardened veteran. She could only offer a brief prayer that her death would be quick. She held the sword out in defense, clenching her eyes closed, mentally preparing herself for the killing blow. Nothing happened. Her heart was racing in her chest. Cautiously, she opened first one eye, then the other. She gasped at the sight before her.
A sword protruded from the chest of the Black Rose’s captain. Blood gushed forth from the wound, staining the impeccably tailored jacket. Treize's eyes were wide and uncomprehending as he gazed down at his chest.
"Wh- what? I- I- don't understand…"
Treize dropped his weapon, his hands fluttering towards the metal object that had mysteriously appeared in his flesh.
(Now how did that get there?)
Suddenly, the blade was removed with a sickly wet sucking sound. With a grunt Treize fell to his knees. He lifted his fading gaze up towards his blond second in command who stood over him. The commander's eyes fell on the bloody sword that hung limply in the tall man's hand. He tried to speak, but his mouth worked soundlessly. He tried again and was finally able to find his voice. It sounded weak and breathy, even to his own ears.
“Zechs?" His voice was faint, "W-why did you do it?”
Treize’s eyes slid shut and he fell face first to the deck as his life expired. Blood gushed from under his limp form and spread rapidly, forming an ever-widening pool.
Milliardo Peacecraft managed to keep his face blank, impassive. He averted his gaze from the dead man at his feet. "I simply couldn't allow you to cause any more harm to this young couple than you already have." he stated in a matter of fact manner. With that he walked over and knelt besides Wufei.
The naval officer quickly examined the wound. This could be bad. Very bad. He looked up towards Meilan. She still held the sword in her hands. She seemed to be in some sort of shock.
“My Lady!” He called gently but urgently to her, "If I may have your assistance, please."
Meilan dropped the weapon with a small cry of dismay and fell to her knees besides her husband. There was so much blood, too much.
(This is my fault.) Her mind screamed at her, (All my fault. I distracted him during his battle. Oh, God! Please be all right, my love. Please, forgive me.)
Milliardo hurriedly rose to his feet. The air was thick with the coppery scent of blood and the thick noxious stench of burned wood and charred flesh. For a brief moment, the young gentleman felt faint, but it quickly passed.
"I need to go fetch a surgeon, or your husband will die,” he announced to the worried Meilan. "Please stay hear and be sure to keep steady pressure on that wound. I'll be back as soon as I can."
With that, he set of in search of the ship's doctor. He prayed he wasn't too late.
Meilan did as she was instructed. She gently propped Wufei's head up with the blood soaked robe. Her hand came to rest softly against his brow. She stared intently at his pale face and was hugely relieved to see those familiar eyes flicker open. They were dark and filled with so much pain.
Slowly, Wufei fought to focus his vision as he lifted one arm up, reaching for his wife. He was so tired, so cold.
Their hands meet gently, their fingers entwining together. Wufei could feel the steady beat of his wife's heart through her warm, smooth palm. He squeezed her hand tenderly and was relieved to feel her squeeze back. His eyes were so heavy. He struggled to keep them open.
Darkness was pressing in around him from all sides. The world, all sound, everything, seemed muffled as if wrapped in thick black gauze. He was dimly aware of the sudden presence of two men at his side, heard their urgent voices, but that hardly mattered. All his thoughts, all his energy was directed towards his beloved, who was curled up besides him.
He felt warm liquid touch his cheek. He raised his gaze and discovered the source.
"I'm so sorry." his voice sounded far off and faint, as if some great distance separated him from his body. "I- I've made you...cry..."
Darkness engulfed him. He simply didn't have the strength to resist it anymore. He was aware of the sound of Meilan weeping, begging him to stay with her, whispering urgently to him in their native tongue.
(Go...? Why would I ever leave you? I love you...)
Soon, even her voice faded away as Wufei slipped off into the dark abyss that surrounded him.
TO BE CONTINUED…
CHAPTER SIX
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//
Wufei half crouched before the tall brown haired captain of the Black Rose. The sounds of slaughter all around him barley registered through the crimson cloak of rage that engulfed him. His whole being was focused entirely on the despicable man standing before him. Both men had their swords drawn and poised for the attack. Wufei's eyes narrowed as he declared his intentions.
"I, Chang Wufei, seek justice for the abduction of my wife, Meilan!" the youth spat. "Prepare to meet your maker, vile scum."
Treize smiled, but it was cold and deadly. "So, young dragon, you wish to steal my Meilan from me, do you? You will have to kill me first!"
With that, the older man advanced with the speed of one possessed. His sword danced through the air, searching for any possible weakness or hole in Wufei’s defense.
Their swords meet in a vicious kiss of steel on steel. They retreated, advanced, each seeking to end the other's life. Warily, the two men circled each other for a moment, both endeavoring to decipher the other's weak points. Their blades blurred in a flurry of movement. The two rival swordsmen possessed an almost hypnotic grace. Treize swung a mighty blow at his opponent's vitals and Wufei was almost sent reeling by the force of the attack as he barely brought his katana up in time to parry the assault.
Sweat from their exertion beaded down their faces, drenching their clothes. Their chests heaved for air as each fought for breath. Both aggressors were excellent swordsmen, but, much to his mounting dismay, Wufei realized that the Spaniard was by far the stronger. Still, he refused give up. He could not let his love remain in this man's clutches, not as long as he was alive to prevent it.
This time he would protect his love from her abductor, even if it cost him his life.
Suddenly, Wufei heard the beloved voice of his wife calling his name. Almost against his will and most certainly against his better judgment, his head swiveled in the direction that sweet voice had come from. He saw Meilan running towards him, her long ebony hair streaming behind her. His beautiful angel! She was still alive!
A tall handsome stranger with long platinum blond hair followed his wife closely. He wore the uniform of a Spanish navel officer. He seemed somewhat familiar, but now was not the time for a trip down memory lane.
Realizing he had allowed his attention to be diverted from the battle, Wufei hurriedly swung his body and blade back towards the older man. Too late he saw his opponent's sword's deadly thrust. His world slowed until it seemed that he had all the time in the world to defend himself, and yet, at the same instant he realized that he would never be able to bring his own weapon up in time to block. His time had run out. Burning white-hot agony ripped into the youth's side as the blade bit deeply into his flesh.
Treize, in a frenzy of bloodlust, thrust the blade forward, inward, with all of his strength. All his rage and frustration was concentrated in that one horrendous act of destruction. A dark and sinister joy leaped into his heart. Now Meilan would be free to love him, and only him. Now she would welcome him into her heart with open arms. The last barrier to their all-consuming passion had finally been destroyed.
A vicious animal-like snarl escaped his throat as he drew the blade out of his opponent's body, turning the sword as he turned his body to inflict the maximum amount of damage. Blood splattered unheeded against his wildly handsome face like Indian war paint. Maniacal laughter bubbled from his lips.
Wufei felt his blood, the hot flood of his life's vital force, spill down his side in thick rivulets. His sword fell from numbed fingers to clatter dully against the polished wood of the deck. His black eyes were wide and unbelieving.
(I’ve lost…)
This thought circled maddeningly through his mind as his vision clouded. Dizzy from the sudden massive blood lose, he swayed unsteadily on his feet, then staggered and fell to one knee. His breath rasped painfully through his throat. He coughed violently, bringing blood to his lips.
(He must have nicked the lung.)
Treize raised the bloody sword above his head and over the kneeling figure before him. Malicious glee danced in his blue eyes, his hands clutching the hilt of the sword so savagely that his knuckles were white. He would end this worthless boy's life now. He would take his head and be rid of him forever. The sword flashed down in a vicious arc.
Suddenly, Meilan was in front of him, throwing herself full bodied into the man that was her husband. The momentum of her leap and the force of the assault sent Wufei flying backwards. He landed on his wounded side, and a scream of pure pain ripped past his lips. He writhed in helpless agony beneath the weight of his wife's tiny body. Tears streamed from his tightly clenched eyes in silent rivers of misery.
Treize barely had had time to register the movement in front of him. All he knew was that somehow his beloved had materialized before him, her life in deadly peril. There was no way he could stop the blade's swing, there was simply too much power behind it, too much raw strength driving it towards its final destination. He did, however, managed to twist his body away at the last moment. There was a solid ‘thunk’ as the sword's blade embedded itself into the deck.
Meilan eased Wufei gently onto his back and pressed her hands against the terrible wound. In seconds they were covered in warm blood.
(Oh God, help me!) She pleaded silently.
She hurriedly removed the robe from about her narrow shoulders and after folding it several times, held it tightly against the deep gash. In moments the ivory garment was soaked crimson. She had not noticed when Treize retrieved his sword, but she sensed him standing over her, and she flinched as his icy voice lashed out at her.
"Get away from him, Meilan." the captain of the Black Rose ordered.
She had never heard him sound so cold, so angry. He had almost always addressed her gently, in that smooth cultured voice of his. But now...
Mutely, she shook her head emphatically, her hair brushed against her face. She would not allow that monster to harm her husband. She risked a quick glance up at the man who had abducted her, raped her, and held her against her will. Rage she had expected, but not sorrow, not love. His eyes were filled with these emotions, each fighting for dominance in those beautiful azure eyes.
Treize struggled for some measure of control over his mind, his body. He was being flooded, drowned by conflicting sensations. God damn it! He loved her. He loved her like no other man could, like no other man was capable of, even her precious husband. Couldn't she see that? After all these months, didn't she understand the depths of his heart? He had always been gentle and loving to her. He had always been kind.
His heart was being shredded to pieces as he watched the woman he loved, the only woman he had ever really loved, cling tightly to the wounded man at his feet. His clenched fists trembled violently at his sides. He struggled to suppress the urge to strike out at her, at the world. Angry tears blurred his vision.
"Meilan, please, I love you. I want you to be my wife, bare my children. Please, step away from that man. He is nothing. You belong to me."
His eyes pleaded gently with her. But she was not to be persuaded.
"I belong to no one." the woman cried in rage, "Least of all you! You claim to love me?" she scoffed in utter disbelief, her beautiful face filled with hate, loathing.
Her dark eyes glittered, hard as stone. She reached across the still form of her husband, grasped the hilt of the fallen blade. Slowly, she stood, brandishing the weapon before her in a threatening manner.
"You don't know the meaning of the word." she hissed, "I would rather die right here, right now than be your ‘wife.’"
The weapon was much heavier than she had expected and the weight of it pulled her arms down. She knew how to fight, sort of, but she had always used a much lighter sword. She managed to slide into a defensive stance. The set of her body was grim, determined.
(She will never love you.) Treize thought dimly. (You have lost her. No, that isn't right. You never had her to begin with.)
Uncontrollable rage engulfed Treize Khushrenada. It washed over him, through him. It destroyed all reason, all thought. It consumed everything in its path, leaving behind only emptiness and despair. Life, for the handsome Spaniard, had suddenly lost all-purpose, all meaning. Without Meilan by his side, life simply was not worth living. The tall man gripped his sword tightly, raising it above his head.
"If I cannot have you," he rasped out through clenched teeth, "then no man shall."
Terrified, Meilan held her position knowing she stood no chance against the battle-hardened veteran. She could only offer a brief prayer that her death would be quick. She held the sword out in defense, clenching her eyes closed, mentally preparing herself for the killing blow. Nothing happened. Her heart was racing in her chest. Cautiously, she opened first one eye, then the other. She gasped at the sight before her.
A sword protruded from the chest of the Black Rose’s captain. Blood gushed forth from the wound, staining the impeccably tailored jacket. Treize's eyes were wide and uncomprehending as he gazed down at his chest.
"Wh- what? I- I- don't understand…"
Treize dropped his weapon, his hands fluttering towards the metal object that had mysteriously appeared in his flesh.
(Now how did that get there?)
Suddenly, the blade was removed with a sickly wet sucking sound. With a grunt Treize fell to his knees. He lifted his fading gaze up towards his blond second in command who stood over him. The commander's eyes fell on the bloody sword that hung limply in the tall man's hand. He tried to speak, but his mouth worked soundlessly. He tried again and was finally able to find his voice. It sounded weak and breathy, even to his own ears.
“Zechs?" His voice was faint, "W-why did you do it?”
Treize’s eyes slid shut and he fell face first to the deck as his life expired. Blood gushed from under his limp form and spread rapidly, forming an ever-widening pool.
Milliardo Peacecraft managed to keep his face blank, impassive. He averted his gaze from the dead man at his feet. "I simply couldn't allow you to cause any more harm to this young couple than you already have." he stated in a matter of fact manner. With that he walked over and knelt besides Wufei.
The naval officer quickly examined the wound. This could be bad. Very bad. He looked up towards Meilan. She still held the sword in her hands. She seemed to be in some sort of shock.
“My Lady!” He called gently but urgently to her, "If I may have your assistance, please."
Meilan dropped the weapon with a small cry of dismay and fell to her knees besides her husband. There was so much blood, too much.
(This is my fault.) Her mind screamed at her, (All my fault. I distracted him during his battle. Oh, God! Please be all right, my love. Please, forgive me.)
Milliardo hurriedly rose to his feet. The air was thick with the coppery scent of blood and the thick noxious stench of burned wood and charred flesh. For a brief moment, the young gentleman felt faint, but it quickly passed.
"I need to go fetch a surgeon, or your husband will die,” he announced to the worried Meilan. "Please stay hear and be sure to keep steady pressure on that wound. I'll be back as soon as I can."
With that, he set of in search of the ship's doctor. He prayed he wasn't too late.
Meilan did as she was instructed. She gently propped Wufei's head up with the blood soaked robe. Her hand came to rest softly against his brow. She stared intently at his pale face and was hugely relieved to see those familiar eyes flicker open. They were dark and filled with so much pain.
Slowly, Wufei fought to focus his vision as he lifted one arm up, reaching for his wife. He was so tired, so cold.
Their hands meet gently, their fingers entwining together. Wufei could feel the steady beat of his wife's heart through her warm, smooth palm. He squeezed her hand tenderly and was relieved to feel her squeeze back. His eyes were so heavy. He struggled to keep them open.
Darkness was pressing in around him from all sides. The world, all sound, everything, seemed muffled as if wrapped in thick black gauze. He was dimly aware of the sudden presence of two men at his side, heard their urgent voices, but that hardly mattered. All his thoughts, all his energy was directed towards his beloved, who was curled up besides him.
He felt warm liquid touch his cheek. He raised his gaze and discovered the source.
"I'm so sorry." his voice sounded far off and faint, as if some great distance separated him from his body. "I- I've made you...cry..."
Darkness engulfed him. He simply didn't have the strength to resist it anymore. He was aware of the sound of Meilan weeping, begging him to stay with her, whispering urgently to him in their native tongue.
(Go...? Why would I ever leave you? I love you...)
Soon, even her voice faded away as Wufei slipped off into the dark abyss that surrounded him.
TO BE CONTINUED…
CHAPTER SIX
