Disclosure: I don’t own the characters of Gundam Wing;
I'm just borrowing them for a little while. Some of the terminology used in
this story is borrowed from the anime series Outlaw Star...I don't own that
either!
Warnings: 3x4, AU, Angst, Adventure, Some Sap, Lime.
The Kotei Raberba glared at the pale figure in front of him. The anger that
surged through him beat relentlessly against his mind and threatened to erupt
as he continued to listen to the golden haired youth’s prediction.
The young man in question hung limply from the Chains of Yogen, the platinum
bindings biting deeply into otherwise flawless ivory skin. Sweat trickled from
the boy's forehead and meandered its way along the length his neck to dampen
the soft white silk wrapped around his narrow shoulders.
The blonde's limbs shuddered violently and wide teal eyes were unfocused and
unseeing as he continued to contended with the vision.
‘Who is this destroyer you speak of…!’ Raberba demanded his hands clenched
at his sides as he fought the urge to scream and hurl himself at the child
prophet. How dare the insolent boy not tell him of these things until they were
already committed to their plans!
The blonde was silent for a moment his breath coming in heaving gasps as the
repercussions of an enforced vision began to wrack his body. The Kotei’s rage
kept him oblivious of his son’s physical state and obvious pain as he continued
to glare at the youth. His hands were fixed on his hips and his eyes were
narrowed dangerously as he waited for the blonde to resume.
The young man’s voice was distant as he continued:
‘Thy time draws near revered
leader, when the moons of Hades align the time to strike will be nigh and thy
forces will crush all those who dare oppose you.
Beware though the destroyer. He
stands alone as a ray of light in an otherwise darkened sky. Fear him above all
others, for should he live to see the moons in their alignment, thou will
surely perish and thy death will signify the downfall of thy people and their
inevitable demise.’
Raberba’s eyes narrowed further and he took a threatening step towards the
alter, only the huge Magunac guard that stood in his way stopped him from
unleashing his fury on the chained youth.
‘I will ask you again Quatre, who is this damned destroyer! Answer me!’
A weak moan issued from the blonde but he straitened in his bonds and his
eyes became more focused as he turned his head towards the Kotei.
‘Watch carefully honoured father,
the image will not last for long…’
Raising shackled arms above his head the youth’s eyes slipped shut and he
began to chant in an ancient language, lost to all except the chosen prophets.
Raberba shifted his attention to the crystal clear pool which lay alongside
the Yogen Pedestal, a malevolent smile spreading across his features as he
continued to watch the image in the pool clear and focus.
The young man in the vision stood at the front of a great hall his face
impassive as he spoke to those in front of him. Thick chestnut hair obscured
part of his face from view, but it was such a feature that identified him
almost immediately to the Kotei.
‘Enough Quatre…I have seen all I need!’
The blonde nodded taking a relieved breath as he let the image fade and once
again slumped against his restraints.
Raberba made a curt gesture to the Magunac giant to free the blonde as he
once again turned his attention on his son.
‘Quatre…!’
‘Y-yes father?’
‘Do you recognise the person you showed me in the vision?’ The Kotei
questioned his eyebrows raised as he waited for a response.
The blonde nodded weakly, fighting the exhaustion that swept over him.
‘Prince Trowa…of the planet Sasuine.’
‘Indeed…who would have supposed the prince of such a weak and pitiful planet
could possibly ruin my plans! Well it is of no matter, I will take no chances.
Quatre you are to find him and bring him to me…alive…do you understand.’
Quatre inclined his head standing on shaking legs and irritably waving off
the offered help from the Magunac as he descended the steps from the pedestal.
‘It will be as you command father…’ he said before turning and leaving the
room.
Raberba’s eyes narrowed as he watched his son leave, the youth’s guardians
following close behind him. Quatre was beginning to become a liability, the
blonde may have believed he hid his feelings towards his father well, but the
Kotei saw straight through the placid façade; to the hatred that burnt beneath
it.
He turned and caught the arm of the figure that stood silently behind him,
intense pale blue eyes watched the proceedings with a detached look but missed
nothing. Raberba raised his lips to the woman’s ear and whispered his request;
a malicious smirk spread across his face as the woman arched a forked eyebrow
before nodding once and slipping silently from the room.
Yes Quatre…he thought as he too turned and swept out of the chamber his
robes swirling around him. You are fast outliving your usefulness to me, once I
rule as supreme leader of the cosmos I will no longer need your predictions.
‘…and then dear son, your time will come to die…’
TBC...