Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, but I have their souls.
Category: Horror, AU
Pairings: R+Odin, 4+3, 5+Solo, 2x1
Feedback: Helps me know that this wasn't done in vain.
Over all Warnings: Cross-dressing, beheading, incest, blood, death, bad
incantations, psychotic men living in a run down shack, attempted rape,
murder, cursing, evil animals, laws of Physics thrown out the window,
bastardization of all kinds of characters.I bet I just scared about 20
people). But I swear this will have a happy lemon ending! Just bare with me!
Notes: Oy, not the fluffy Disney version. *takes out the tape and smashes it
* I am going on 3 things, the original Grimm's Fairy Tales, the movie Snow
White: A Tale of Terror, and my own personal touch of evil mischief.
Watching with a hawks eye, Relena directed the movers to where her belonging
went to as a tall man with brilliant white hair stepped up to her with a
"Ah! Milardo! Help me with the staff, I am afraid they will brake my
The blonde gave a curt nod, gave the cage's ring to his sister and began to
pick up a large chest and carry it up the long corridor.
Sighing, she trudged on and walked to her room, which was up three flights of
granite steps. Relena looked in wonder at the large tapestries and paintings
on the walls with interrogate detailing of unicorns, gardens, and jousting
She stopped by a beautiful painting of a woman when she saw the little Prince.
"Who is this striking beauty?"
"My mother, Heero Yuy."
Putting the cage down on the stone floor she knelt down to look at the child
and the painting more closely. "You look just like her, only more lovely."
A pale blush ran across Heero's face, making him glow in the eyes of the
"If you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask. I meant what I
said, that we should become friends."
Heero backed away a bit frightened by the dark glow in her eyes, "If you
wish." His eyes darted back and forth as he felt the cold fingers wrap
themselves around his sleeve. "Um, I don't wish to be late for tea…I must go
The hands left his wrist, but the ever present cold feeling lingered as he
began to leave, rubbing his numb arm and still watching the eyes that were
deadlocked on his.
Millardo awoke Relena from her stare down with the painting, causing her to
harshly exhale and slap him across the face.
"Are they finished?" Her voice was cold and sharp as the swords hanging
behind the family crest.
The man nodded in response, not showing any feeling to what just transpired.
Walking quickly to her room, she beamed as she touched the large oaken
cabinet as Millardo placed the birdcage on a small stone pedestal shaped like
an old tree in a forest.
Relena caressed the cabinet, touching the large chiseled out impression of a
bowed woman in a large cloak with the large ornamental doors that held shut
with intertwined wooden fingers.
"Would mother be proud? Such a lowly creature she was, cowering before
the world worshiping her beauty till it failed her."
Glancing towards the slender blonde, his face was troubled. "Well, you
deserved it. She did what she could to preserve her graceful features, you
are lucky you got away without your tongue." She sneered at the embarrassed
sight of her brother.
Again, caressing the hardwood under her fingers, Relena began to open up the
clutched hands and smiled at the clear mirrored reflection before her.
"He loves me you know, and I will do anything to keep that love. I will
not go down like mother did." Pulling up a chair, she sat down before the
image of herself with mild amusement of Millardo's wide-eyed expression.
"I must do something about the child though. His beauty is fair above
his mother's and will surly grow. I must win his trust and control it, steal
it for my very own. I will keep my position as queen. No one will take it
away from me."
Turning back to stare deeply with her image, it seemed to smile back with
In the great hall, a large feast began for the return of the King and the
presence of the long awaited Queen at his side. All the adults of royal
lineage or of quality tastes appeared.
But watching from the large staircase was the timid child. Heero saw his
father kiss his bride on the hand and laugh as if he was under a spell.
His deep blue eyes darted out to the hallway behind him to see if anyone was
in his pathway. No one was in the vicinity as he began the slow creeping
journey to his stepmother's room, still keeping wide eye out for someone
Slowly, Heero opened the old pine door with and peered around for any sitting
maids stirring the fires. Sighing in relief, he began to go inside and look
around for anything out of the ordinary. But to his eyes, nothing was any
different from any other room.
There was large with a four poster bed that had large sheets of netting cloth
creating a curtain effect. Heavy scents of roses and exotic spices caressed
his nose as Heero lifted the veil to peer inside the bed.
Shaking his head, he saw a stand that had some small bottles and pouches of
herbs. Getting closer, he found a large candle nearly melted down with a
small stream of dark clotted blood in a silver plate. Scrunching his
eyebrows he also noted that there was bottles of dark liquid that looked
nothing like the perfumes that Nanoo put on him or liqueur that he saw the
men behind the cemetery drink.
Reaching slightly onto the table, Heero heard footsteps coming closer to the
room. Out of fear he slinked back from the table and crawled under the bed,
pulling his green dress with him.
The elderly nanny looked around the corner with nothing of the child, but saw
a door open with a small candle lit. Not noting it was Relena's room; Nanoo
walked in with out hesitation, looking for Heero.
"Little one? Where did you go off to now? Little tart."
Stepping into the room, she looked around when the large cabinet caught her
eye. The soft curves and waves of the perfectly chiseled wood mesmerized
her. A creak of the opening doors made her step back a bit, but the large
mirror made her gasp and take a hold of her face and walk nearer. As her
neck craned in closer to the mirror, the doors swung close by an invisible
wind, slicing through the neck and opening to release the prize.
Looking from under the bed, Heero only saw the old woman's feet as she
approached the cabinet. The slam caused him to jump from place and bump his
head on the bed above him. Still with curiosity, he saw the body spasm and
go limp and fall over with a heavy thud.
"Nanoo?" Heero stuck his head out from under the bed, the dust ruffle
lying on his head. The cabinet door opened to show a gruesome ball-bouncing
splattering soft trails of crimson onto the floor and other near by articles.
It was until the ball stopped and the clouded wide eyes starred back at him
did Heero begin to scream loudly and try to back away from the puddling ooze
Finally getting out from under the bed, the young prince slipped in the
blood; forced to look on hands and knees of the gory body before him. White
with shock, he began to exit backwards, afraid to loose his gaze of the
spasming body as if it would get up and chase after him. Heero backed into
the large pedestal, knocking over the birdcage onto the floor. The large crow
inside growled and squawked from its rude awakening and began to flap around
frightening the child more.
Sitting in the large crowded room, Relena felt something amiss as her pet
began to scream loudly in her mind. With a sharp glance, her eyes ordered
Millardo to find out what was wrong.
No one else in the room heard the screams of the frightened child or the
vicious crying of the dark crow over the loud boisterous music and clanging
of dishes. They were too caught up in the festivities to know that death
came under their noses and no one blinked.
Running up the stairs, Millardo saw the young prince walking towards him with
blood covering his once green dress and pale cream slippers and holding up
gore slicked hands towards him. Heero's eyes were wide in shock as he fell
over to the ground taking in sharp gasping breaths as he collapsed onto the
The towering blonde grabbed the cage and saw the gruesome sight of his
sister's room and knowing she would not be pleased with the awful mess. As
he grabbed a large cloth, Millardo noticed that the small child passed out in
the middle of the hallway curled up in a fetal position shuddering silently.