|Betrayl of Bloods
Author: Lost-Remembrance PM
[AU] Heero, a general of the Roman Empire, finds himself stuck in the middle of a deadly game of power between a greedy heir and a kind princess.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Drama - Chapters: 4 - Words: 6,455 - Reviews: 16 - Favs: 2 - Updated: 07-01-05 - Published: 06-05-05 - id: 2424882
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Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing…or Heero…or any of the other Gundam Wing people… :sniff sniff:
Rating: PG-13 or R
Summary: Heero, a general of the Roman Empire, finds himself stuck in the middle of a deadly game of power between a greedy hier and a kind princess.
Pairings? Who knows!
Note: I took off 'Scarlet' from my Fruits Basket since I crossed it with something else and I post this instead! XD Plus, I'm working on getting another story posted (another hpgw xover for the 1xr lovers) Hope that you all like it! Red Tail
Betrayl of Bloods
By: Lost-Remembrance (Red Tail)
Snow once fell on the battlefield, once long ago. The very snow that freezes the blood pouring from decaying corpses, fresh from the many battles he had lived through; the very same snow that had frozen his own heart.
"Heero." Said teenager snapped his head to the commander, whom he was a very good friend with. The General smiled slightly as he had caught the youth unguarded, a rare moment indeed that came once in a blue moon.
"Yes, Maximus?" Heero questioned. The commander and him were both very strong, in wits and war skills as well as other fields. Heero was more excessively trained, but the commander was in his late twenties while he, Heero was only fifteen.
Heero had seen many battles as well as Maximus, and the men looked up to both him and Maximus.
"Come, we must get ready to leave." Maximus said to the young boy. They were close, Maximus thought of him almost as a son, though he already had one that he loved just as much. Sometimes, Heero was allowed to visit his family with him since he had none that he knew of.
Heero had remembered one time that he had questioned about his family, his past, but he got nothing in reply.
"Yes," Heero got onto his black stallion and was wearing the Roman Empire armor, which fit his slim and muscular form perfectly. He looked to the men, who seemed to listen to his every word. "On our signal, let all hell break loose." He told them calmly, his perfect soldier mask in place.
"Yes, Commander." A higher ranked officer replied tersely, nodding his head in understanding. They referred to Heero as Commander and Maximus as General, so it was less confusing. The Caesar admired both of them and both were of the same rank, none being better than the other in particular.
They rode off fast paced into the slightly dense but ominous woods looming slightly far away; ready to meet the guards already there and then be ready to create an ambush on the barbarians they had set a war with.
As usual, Maximus gave his speech to the eager men, and Heero gave a few words that made the men laugh, rearing up for the fight.
They were heading off into the fray, the arrow that they shot with flames signaling the attack to start.
The enemy was bombarded with flames, burning them and the forest they tried to take shelter in. Pity. If it wasn't the Roman Empire and it's two best soldiers, they MIGHT have had the slightest bit of chance. Currently they had none though.
"It seems your dog is very trusting indeed." Heero told the commander without emotion, glancing at the wolf crossbreed that was running alongside them.
"So it seems." The General said, with a slight grin. The shadowed figures of the enemy appeared.
"Glory to all the Empire!" Maximus shouted as they charged, Heero and him heading into battle first. Heero fought and killed an enemy and then turned to attack another before a soldier caught his eye. He was trying to fight off five barbarians surrounding him.
The youth quickly charged his horse at them, taking into note the bad shape of the soldier from the relentless fray he found himself trapped in. He jumped off his horse, slaying two while he did this and taking a wound to the shoulder while shielding the man. The jab was aimed for the wounded man's heart, but Heero parried it easily, but taking a blow in exchange, there was no way he would have been able to completely dodge it and save the soldier.
He didn't feel the pain or the blood running through his armor, soaking it and almost freezing it to his skin.
"Get out of here!" Heero commanded, attacking more and more people bent on killing him after recognition dawned on them. One of Caesar's pawn and best warriors.
"Y-Yes, sir." The man jumped onto Heero's horse by his command and picked up two more wounded soldiers on the way.
"Maximus!" Heero shouted, seeing how Maximus was knocked off his horse from a distance.
More barbarians moved in the form a circle around the teen; another outline was formed to block off anyone coming to save the teenager.
"Heero!" Maximus jerked his head around, noticing his sudden lack of enemies and a certain reckless brunet.
A soldier managed to get into the circle, but was wounded badly and Heero had to protect him now.
'Where is he?' Maximus' mind frantically rushed. Then he saw the group of people forming in a circle; defenses set up and ready to take on anyone who approached.
Heero slashed his way through, seeing his own men fall like flies when they tried to get inside the circle. He felt nothing, but he wouldn't let any more die than needed.
"Don't try and enter!" He warned then. Men shocked when they heard this but understanding quickly after as they saw that barely anyone made it, others dying in the attacks while trying to reach their commander.
Heero defended an enemy attack, letting it slide across his metal armor and plunge into his unprotected side. The man held the sword there before jerking it at a different angle as Heero took his sword, letting it swipe across the unguarded stomach of the man attacking him and then plunged his sword deep into the person, a silent and blood curling cry escaping the lips.
He managed to escape the circle while dragging a few soldiers' that had made it in the circle, with the help of the still bombarding flame balls being hurtled at the enemy and the soldiers.
The heavy smoke and smell of burnt flesh filled his lungs and nostrils, making him try taking deep breaths through the nausea trying to take him.
He looked to his side and saw what ailed him; a protruding and rather large arrow coming from his side and a gash along his right temple area. He yanked the arrow out, not even hissing in pain.
He sported a puncture wound in the shoulder, a slash and puncture wound on his side with torn muscle he believed and an arrow wound on his side. All pained him somewhat, the pain intensifying over time.
"Heero!" Maximus rushed to him, the clanging of his armor being heard along with the crunching of the light snow beginning to fall.
"We had better send the wounded off with haste, Maximus. The weather and air hangs heavy with death."
"Yes." Maximus agreed, telling his companion something silently. "Half of them will not leave this place alive." He didn't realize the condition of Heero, mind wandering to the soldiers.
"All will, except those dead. Let another victory be claimed with lives." Heero encouraged his companion back.
"Yes, let us get as many horses and soldiers ready to leave." Heero bowed his head at this.
He felt a slight pain in his side, but ignored it with the grit of his teeth. Others were in need of much more care than he was.
After they had done the whole, 'Hail the Empire!' and such, well…then the royal horns began to blare, rather loudly at that.
"Caesar," Maximus and Heero bowed at the same time, Heero's blood sliding between his armor to paint the snow red a bit. Maximus didn't seem to notice, yet.
"Once again, another amazing victory for the Northern Armies led by Commander and General." The Emperor of Rome said with amusement, hiding the illness that long plagued him.
Soon, it would be his departure for the next world…
His eyes wandered down and saw the blood near where Heero had gotten up from his bow. His furrow increased to almost a scowl. The boy had always been like this, but he was gentle and kind hearted at times under his rough exterior, only towards the Caesar or Maximus though.
He took a deep breath before getting off his horse with the help of one of his guard's.
A nearby white horse and the following riders had shown that the old ruler's son had arrived. A man with dark hair that was slightly brown got off the horse, capes and numerous layers of clothing hanging on his body. A wreath of gold Laurel leaves wrapped around his head, signaling himself as royalty.
"Father," He said with a smile as the soldier's cleared a path and the man walked to his father in strides, though his dark eyes seemed to hold something sublime. Joy, perhaps, that he father was dying? "Have I missed the battle?"
Dense as he was, he could tell he already had; the bodies scattered around of few roman soldiers and may more rebels.
"Yes," His father replied to him merely, still looking at the two Generals with praise and pride.
"Another victory on your behalf! Congratulations, Father." The man told him, reaching for his arm and hand to kiss.
The ruler pulled away, looking at the two generals. "The congratulations should go to our two Generals here, Maximus and Heero."
"Maximus," Maximus bowed his head slightly and got an embrace from the heir of the Empire's throne. "Heero," Heero bowed his head, getting an embrace from the son and gritted his teeth, stiffening up slightly as pain coursed through his veins in immense waves.
The man drew back with an astounded look on his face, which soon contorted into anger. "You dare look at me like such?" He hissed. The soldiers commanded by the young general stepped forward, trusting their general more than the heir to the throne.
"N-No, Heir Comodus." He said through almost gasping breaths and gritted teeth. A sweat broke onto his face. The armor was too tight, constricting him so he could barely breath with the still flowing wounds.
His face worsened at how the handsome teen was speaking. "You dare!" He shouted to the general, approaching but stopped when the general fell to his feet gasping with eyes closed, hand clutching his side. He coughed, blood falling to the ground as he bit his lip to try and conceal the immense pain flooding his senses.
"Commander!" Many men cried as all of them stepped forward, but stepped back with the look on the heir's face. No one messed with royalty. Inwardly, all of them were furious, they cared for the teen much more than the heir certainly.
Heero was clutching his side; the other wound's blood flowing through the armor onto the snow into thick heavy drops.
"Heero!" Maximus fell to his knees quickly on reflex while all this was happening to check the wounds on the young general. He knew right away what had happened. "You're injured?" He said, knowing the answer.
The Caesar looked worried at this, not strong enough to bend down to check the boy he had grown fond to, like Maximus he thought of him as the son he never had.
The soldiers of the northern armies stepped forward, willing to help their general with their own lives. He was too important to lose; quite the opposite of what the boy thought of himself.
"I'm fine, really." The young teenager said, more relaxed as he leaned heavily onto the cold ground. Maximus reached forward and drew the man onto his feet unsteadily.
He had moved around too much, making the continual blood loss rise higher and higher. "Like hell you are." The older man said with concern.
"We should help the other wounded, they are--" He grit his teeth, he could handle this. There must have been something on that tip of the arrow! "Are in worse shape than me…" Heero managed weakly, the open wounds had taken their toll, the blood leaking from him, sapping his energy quickly.
"Quickly, saddle him and we shall leave as soon as possible." The Caesar said with utmost concern, the teen was now either asleep or unconscious; not able to stay away anymore with the injuries he sustained.
"Comadus?" The Emperor questioned, looking at him as the heir remained where he was, a dazed look in his eyes as he stared at the young General. They already were saddled, Heero leaning against Maximus's horse's neck, breathing heavy and coming out in puffs since it was so cold now. Maximus took off his cape and draped it over the boy gently.
"Yes, Father," He got out of his daze and then onto his white stallion and rode off with the others, soldiers, both wounded and not following, only the dead left behind.
Author's note: What did you all think of the first chapter? Does it need improvement?
Love, Red Tail