Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, or its characters, or plot, or anything else related to it. The story line/plot/idea that is used in this fictional story is copyright 2002 by Laura King

Chapter 1 -

Duo sat in an alley, shivering. His arms wrapped around his knees hugging them tightly to his chest and he was rocking back and forth muttering something that sounded like a prayer or confession. "Please forgive me God. I didn't mean to do it. I was just scared. Do you believe me God? I didn't want to do it. I didn't even know I was doing it. I did it by accident God. I really didn't mean to do it. Not again. And I could have gotten away, I know that. But I got too scared. I'm sorry God. What do I need to do for you to forgive me God? How do I stop doing this?" The sixteen-year-old boy stopped speaking but he continued to rock himself.

He closed his eyes and when he opened them again he saw the body lying in front of him. Shakily he got to his feet and walked to the opening of the alley. Peeking his head out he looked either way in the crowded streets and then slipped into the crowd, staying near the buildings to refrain from touching anybody. He was suddenly startled when he heard the loud clatter of horses and men shouting.

"There he is!"

Forgetting about the body that lay behind him, Duo started to run, but he knew that it was a feeble attempt to get away. The horses were already too close and people were rushing to get out of the way of them, but nobody was moving for him. He was about to duck into a shop when a brave man stepped in front of him and grabbed him by the arms.

"You're not going to go anywhere," he stated.

"Let me go," the boy pleaded. "I don't want to..." his voice drifted off, he was too late; the man was already turning pale and in a couple of seconds had collapsed to the ground, dead. Duo stood there, paralyzed and unable to move. When he finally tried to run again he was stopped by somebody holding the end of his shirt.

"Hold it," was a gruff male voice. There was the sound of a people dismounting and a man stepped in front of him. "You're under arrest," said the man behind him, still holding him back.

The caught boy stood still as small sacks were pulled over each of his hands and then were bound. He was more scared than he had been when in the alley. What would they do to him? Would he be hung as a witch and a murdered? Would he be condemned to life in prison? "God, I didn't mean to do it..."

The soldier in front of the teen glared at him. "What the hell are you muttering about? Saying prayers? I doubt that God would ever help a person like you!" The soldier ridiculed and then spat in his face. "I'm sure that the Queen will be interested in hearing about your story."

Duo's jaw slackened. The Queen was going to hear about him? /I didn't mean to do it. I can't be brought to the Queen./ He thought frantically. "Let me go!" Duo exclaimed.

"I don't think so brat."

"I'll kill you too," he threatened.

There were a couple low snickers behind the chestnut-haired teen. "You don't have your hands!"

"Maybe we should cut 'em off!"

A cold shiver ran up the captured boy's spine and he fought against the man holding him. His forearms were still bare, maybe he could get one of them to grab his wrists. But Duo wasn't too sure that bare skin would do it, maybe it really was only his hands. It was worth a shot though. He struggled some more and the guard in front of him finally grabbed his bare arm. The teen concentrated on sucking the life out of the man. The bigger man turned pale and slipped to the ground.

"Shit!" Another guard shouted.

Still the rough grip remained on his shoulders, the hands feeling like they were gripping him with a vise like strength. "Let...me...go," He growled.

"Be careful David!"

"I know! Knock him out John."

Duo fought with all his strength until he felt the hilt of a sword contact with his head. There was extreme pain and then his eyes closed and he slumped, unconscious.

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When Duo woke up the first thing that got his attention was his aching head. His hand went up and felt it, there was a lump on the top of his skull that hurt to the touch. He saw, with his arm raised, that he was now wearing a long sleeve shirt. "Fuck," he stated and looked around, the comment was more for the situation he was in and not his head or the long sleeves. Beside the fact that there were no candles lit what so ever, the teen could still see everything. He was in a dungeon cell, metal bars surrounding him. Bellow him there was some moldy hay that didn't help the over all smell of the place. It smelled horribly of stale blood and death. The sent was so strong that the captive gagged, nearly losing his lunch.

Hearing footsteps outside the four-inch thick oak door was not a surprising thing to Duo. Whenever he killed people his senses were always intensified, the reason just as unknown to him as why he could kill people with skin contact, but this was something he was able to adjust to better than the killing. The door swung open, light flowing into the room, and two guards walked into the dungeon.

"Time to see the Queen," one of them stated in a gruff voice.

Duo shakily go to his feet as the men approached. His hands gripping the bars tightly. /Oh fuck. What are they going to do to me?/ He wondered as the two gigantic men stopped in front of him.

"Put your hands out together." One of them ordered. Duo did as he was told, placing his hands in-between the bars so that they could be covered and then bound. "Okay, now step back." Again, he followed orders and stepped away from the door as it was open. "Now get out."

The teen-aged boy was escorted from the dungeon, up the stairs and through many twisting hallways. All though Duo was more than scared he couldn't help but gawk at all of the expensive items that were decorating the castle. It was almost too soon before they stopped in front of a huge oak door and entered a fabulously huge room. As soon as Duo entered the room something didn't feel right. There was a panoramic window with a desk in front of it, and behind that desk was a chair in which the Queen herself sat.

"Queen Relena," the guards said in unison and bowed down, their hands on Duo's back, forcing him down as well.

"Rise," she stated, tucking a lock of golden hair that had fell from its place back behind her ear.

The guards did so.

"Who is this?" The girl asked. Her face was masking something, but her blue eyes glared pure and uttered hatred for the thing standing in front of her.

As the conversation preceded Duo looked around, inspecting the room the size of the biggest house he had seen. Paintings of all different things lined the walls. Ones of nature and of people, small tags beneath each one with the title written in it, too small for him to see. His eyes wandered to the large oak bookcases that were as high as the ceiling, all different colors and sizes of books lining the shelves. Some leather bound and others were scrolls that were merely rolled up and kept together with a single string. All were different colors.

Duo's eyes floated throughout the room, the conversation taking place nothing more than a mere rumble, his mind to infatuated with his surroundings to care anymore about his fate which was in the hands of one person alone. And of that far away thought he turned his attention to the blond woman, who could be no older than he, only sixteen, who sat before him.

She was listening to the guards who were telling her their story, describing their captive. But her attention was not on either of them, it was focused on Duo alone. Blue eyes seemed to pierce the very depths of his body, sending lightning chills up his spine and leaving him weak. And with this he understood. This lady before him, Queen Relena, already knew who he was. More importantly, she knew what he was.

Fear gripped Duo, refusing to let him look away from her. It froze him in place until he was suddenly jarred by one of the guards pulling him away. One of the soldiers had disappeared and the other had a rope in his fist as he dragged Duo down to the stables like a dog.

The man had two horses saddled and ready for riding and then hefted up the still weak boy over the back of one of the animal and then he himself mounted the other. He kicked his mount into a trot, guiding Duo's horse behind his, and they exited the kingdom.

It was about a half an hour ride and Duo was more than grateful to be let down from the horse in which he had no control over. The guard did it in no respectful way however. He violently picked up the teen, threw him down on the ground and kicked him in the stomach.

"You son of a bitch! You killed my friend back there and now you're gonna pay for it!" Again the man kicked him, but all the boy could do was grunt in pain. "Bastard!" Another kick. "You're gonna die slow for what you did." A kick to the face made black dots flicker along Duo's vision and he nearly lost consciousness. He didn't remember being flipped onto his stomach or his pants being pulled down, but suddenly he felt pain ripping through his entire body. "This fell fucking good?" The soldier behind him moaned in pleasure.

The braided boy felt warm, sticky blood running down the insides of his thighs as the man pulled his member harshly from Duo's opening and then thrust back in. Duo whimpered in pain and the man just laughed at him.

Dragging out of him again the man groaned. "Awe...you're so tight," he hissed between his teeth as he rammed back into the captive. "So hot..." he moaned again in pleasure. "And I bet that you've never," he drew out, "been taken before," he finished, plunging back in. Suddenly he cried out in ecstasy as his seed poured inside of the teen underneath him.

Two tears rolled down Duo's cheeks as the guard stood up and then yanked the teen's pants back on him. And suddenly Duo's fear and pain turned to anger, why hadn't this man died? It was the first time that he had felt such a strong emotion and yet, the person touching him hadn't been killed. The teen rolled over despite the ripping pain and kicked the man standing over him in the stomach.

Grunting in surprise much more than any pain, the guard took a couple steps back. "You fucking bastard! After what I did for you and you kick me?" the man roared. Unsheathing his sword he plunged it into the teen's stomach. "That's what you deserve!" He spat, taking out his sword and walking away.

God. The pain was almost as bad as the rest of his body. Duo could barely feel the blood pooling around him. He tried to whisper a curse at the man but violently coughed up blood instead. The blood blocked the air from getting to his lungs and he breathed the liquid instead of the gas as he took a choking breath. Darkness rimmed the braided boy's vision and soon the blackness claimed him.