DRAGON BAIT

Dragon Bait ( Gundam Wing Style)

Original Author- Vivian Vande Velde
Pairings- 1x2
Warning- Lemon, Yaoi, angst, and HENTAI-NESS!
Disclaimer- Gundam Wing does not belong to me and I would like to give credit to the original creator, I”m just having fun.

CHAPTER 1

The day Duo was accused of being a wizard started out like any other day.

Now Duo was very beautiful for a boy, and he was always told this. He was had shiny long braided chestnut hair. From under his bangs you could see a pair of bewitching violet-blue eyes. His body was slim busclescled which most of the village girl and guys...the gay one\'s anyway drooled over. Duo woke to the gray light of dawn and to the sound of his father coughing. Did he sound any better than he had the morning before? Yes, he told himself- just a little bit, but definitely better. And though he thought that every morning since late winter when he\'d been so sick he\'d been afraid he\'d die, and though here it was with the wheat already harvested and the leaves beginning to turn, and he still too frail to run the tinshop by himself- that did nothing to lessen his conviction. He definitely sounded better.

Of course, it wasn\'t normal for a young boy to help in his father\'s business. A man who\'s son was young was expected to take in apprentices, not teach his trade to a fifteen-year old son. But his father had no need for an apprentice before he got sick, and now there was nothing extra with which to afford one. Without the goat cheese which Vleeter and his wife had given them and the bread which the widow Margaret had periodically left at their doorstep, they might well have starved during those long, long days when he\'d been too sick to work at all. So now he was teaching him how to draw out tin into wire, how to pour it to fashion buttons, how to cut and join. He was slow, just learning, and he was slow, having to rest frequently. Between the two of them they could craft just barely enough tin to keep themselves alive.

Until the day Duo was accused of being a wizard.
It started in the late afternoon, when a girl he didn\'t know came into the shop.
St. Toby\'s-by-the-Mountain was small enough that everybody knew everybody, so it wasn\'t often that he saw a stranger. He put down the shears with which he\'s been cutting a sheet of tin and said since his father had gone into the house to lie down, \"Yes? May I help you?\" It wasn’t fair to judge someone by the way they looked, he knew, but there was something decidedly unpleasant about this women, about the way she didn\'t seem to fit together properly. The toothy smile didn\'t go with the cold lavender eyes, the long blonde hair that reached past her butt, with the long, elegant fingers, THOSE eyebrows; the clothes were much too fine for St. Toby\'s--even for someone simply passing though St. Toby\'s.
\"You are Duo, the tinsmith\'s son?\" the girl asked, though her gaze was roving all over the shop and must see who he was even if--he could tell--she disapproved.
Beyond her, he saw a flitter of movement by the door and recognized their neighbor, the wheel-wright Treize. Now what was he doing? His shop had been closed all day, which was unusual, Treize being an ambitious man. He was so ambitious he had even made offers to buy their land so he could expand his own shop. His wife Une and their bratty, jealous daughter Relena had refused to talk to Duo ever since his father had refused to sell, not that he gave a shit. The real reason Relena didn\'t talk to him was because she was jealous of his beauty. Leave it to Treize to show up at the first sight of trouble, \"I\'m Duo,\" he said.

\"I\'am Inquisitor Dorthy of Grisworld,\" the stranger said, naming the town on the other side of the mountain. Duo\'s attention leapt back from Gower, but before he could say anything, he continued, \"You have been accused of wizardry, and it is my duty to prove that.\" The already insincere smile broadened, \"Or disprove it, if the evidence so warrants.\"
\"Wizardry?\" Duo had no idea what to say, \"Who...I mean what...I mean...\"
\"You will come with me,\" the Inquisitor told him.
Duo knew he wasn\'t a wizard and reasoned that he would therefore be pn inn innocent. Still, fear began to overcome confusion as Inquisitor Dorothy took firm hold of his arm. His voice shook, \"But my father\'s asleep---\"
Dorothy\'s fingers dug into his arm as she repeated, \"You will come with me.\"
That’s when he knew, deep in his heart--though he wouldn\'t admit it---that she would never find him innocent, no matter what, \"Father!\" he cried.
The Inquisitor pulled him out into the street. People were gathering to see what the stranger was up to. But out of all those faces, Inquisitor Dorothy picked Treize, \" Go fetch the father.\"

\"Treize.\" Duo said, finally realizing.
And lest he have any lingering doubts, the Inquisitor was pulling him next door, to the storeroom behind the wheelwright\'s shop. \"This will be our court,\" the Inquisitor said. \"Gather those who would testify.\"
The room filled quickly. \"What did she do?\" she heard several of the children ask. But the parents only told them \"Hush,\" and looked at Duo with fear, while the whispered word \"wizard\" played over the crowd so that he could never tell who had spoken it. He had known these people all his fifteen years. Surely they couldn\'t be afraid of him? But standing there among wheel rims and spokes of various sized, with Inquisitor Dorothy\'s grip bruising his arm, he couldn\'t be sure.
His father came rushing in. Duo\'s heart sank, alarmed by how pale he was. But Dorothy wouldn\'t let him go and she wouldn\'t let his father approach.
\"Stand there,\" Dorothy commanded his father. \"Let it begin.\"
Let what begin? Duo wanted to ask, but he only had time to draw breath.
\"I saw her\"---s los loud voice cut through the murmuring of the crowd and everyone turned to face her---\"in the street in front of Good wife Margaret\'s cottage. I saw him look around to see if anybody was watching, but he didn\'t see me because I was bending over in my garden. He made a sign, and then he spat on the ground, and the next day Margaret\'s goat went dry and it\'s been dry every since.\"
\"I never---\" Duo started.
\"Be silent!\" Dorothy warned.
\"I will not!\" Duo protested, \"That dumb bitch is fucking lying!\" He took a step toward Une, and Une threw her arms up in an exaggerated gesture as though to protect herself. \"Don\'t let him make the Sign against me!\" Une cried, hiding her face.
\"That damn shit won\'t save you from me you lying bitch!\"
Before Duo could do anything, Dorothy grabbed him by the arm and dragged him away from Une. \"We need rope to bind him,\" she said. \"And keep the father back.\"
\"Don\'t hurt him!\" Duo cried, seeing Treize shove his father, who\'d been struggling to get to him. Dorothy twisted his arms behind his back and he felt rope being wrapped around his wrists.


Once he was ties, Dorothy spun him around to face her. \"Another attempt to harm the witnesses will be dealt with severely.\"
Duo glared, \" Don\'t you threaten me you fucking freak!\"
She put her finger close to his face, \"Speak out of turn again, and that will be dealt with severely.\"
Duo jerked away from her finger but didn\'t dare answer. He looked at his father and tried to tell him with his expression not to worry, but he was too worried himself to be convincing.
It was Margaret who stepped forward, though she was almost half Dorothy\'s height and half her age. \"Well, if she can\'t talk, I will,\" Margaret said. \"What Une said is total nonsense.\"
\"Has your goat gone dry?\" Dorothy asked.
\" Yes, but---\"
\"And it was a good milker before?\"
\"Yes, but---\"
\"Next!\"
\" I seen him,\" Treize said before Margaret could protest again. Everyone turned to look at him. \"I seen him this past Midsummer\'s Eve. I just come back from fixing Zeche\'s cart wheel. They had me to supper and I stayed late.\" He turned to Farmer Zeche, \"You remember?\"

Zeche was watching the Inquisitor and looking nervous about being involved. \"I remember you coming.\"
\"The moon had risen,\" Treize continued, \"and I seen him plain as day in the meadow beyond Barlow\'s pasture. What\'s he doing there? I said to myself. He had his arms out like this and he was just running round and round, like he was dancing real slow. I stood a moment, just wondering what he was doing. And then...\"
\"Then?\" the Inquisitor said.
\"He took his clothes off.\"
Horrified, and outraged that sick-o Treize was thinking of him naked, Duo screamed, \"You dumb ass pervert! I never--\"
Dorothy raised her hand as though to slap him. \" Gag him.\" she commanded.
\"No, wait,\" Duo gasped. \"Please. I promise to be quiet.\" Dorothy changed her upraised hand to a gesture of warning.
He turned back to Treize. \"Then what?\"
\"He danced, faster and faster, in a frenzy. A lewd, devilish dance. And then I could hear the sound of pipes playing high and sweet almost beyond hearing. Fairy music. I reackonded...\" Duo interrupted Treize \"Fairy music!!? Are you calling me gay!!!?!!\" Treize only continued with his story,t sot something a man who believes in the good word of God should listen to. Nor see, neither.\"
Dorothy turned to Farmer Zeche. \"And you, have you heard or seen something a man who believes in the good word of God shouldn\'t?\"
Zeche\'s gaze shifted nervously from Dorothy to Treize to Duo, back to Dorothy, as though searching for the safest answer. \" I ain\'t seen nothing,\" he said, licking his lips. \"But then, that meadow\'s to the back of the house.\"
\"I\'ve seen something,\" Relena said, \"something half the people in St. Toby\'s saw and heard.\"
\"And what’s that, my daughter?\" the Inquisitor said, sweet and gently.
\"He went to the carpenter\'s shop, to have a stool made. After it was dawn, he and apprentice Radley had a big argument about the price. We all heard him. \' That\'s too much,\' he said. \' I could make a better one than that,\' he said, \' in fact from now on I will.\' Several of us were gathered around the door to see. He pushed past me on the way out, but then I saw him turn back. And the moment he did, the moment he did, Radley\'s chisel slipped and he gouged his hand something terrible so that he was hardly able to work for almost half the rest of the month.\"
\"Is Radley, the carpenter\'s apprentice, here?\" Dorothy asked. \"Step forward and tell us; Is this how it happened?\"

Radley shuffled his feet and wouldn\'t look up, neither at Dorothy nor at Duo. Tilden, the master carpenter, stood silent, next to him. \"It\'s true,\" Radley mumbled.
\"Who witnessed this argument and the aftermath?\" Dorothy demanded.
Hands raised, some reluctancy, some eagerly.
\"What else?\" Dorothy asked.
And so it went.
Duo watches one by one the friends who tried to defend him were bullied or frightened into backing down.
Duo could see that there was only Dorothy and she never laughed. Instead, she smiled. She smiled while Treize and his family told lies about him. She smiled while the confused villagers made vague comments about him. She smiled as they went from saying that he couldn\'t have done those awful things to saying that they didn\'t know anything about whether he\'d done those awful things to saying that he may well have done those awful things.
It was only when the villagers were totally confused that she finally told him he could speak.
\"I\'m innocent,\" he started, \"I--\"
\"Only the Blessed Virgin is innocent,\" as Dorothy was about to finish Duo started screaming at her \"What the fuck are you talking about bitch!? I am a fucking virgin!\" Dorothy\'s lavender eyes glared into his innocent violet-blue one, \"Born into this world without blemish on her soul. How dare you compare yourself to the Mother of Our Lord?\"
He heard his father groan. \"But,\" he stammered, \"but...\"
\"Do we burn him at the stake now?\" Relena asked, unable to mask her enthusiasm. Treize smacked his daughter and gave her a dirty look. The last thing he needed at this point was a chance for Duo\'s name to be cleared.
But in any case Inquisitor Dorothy was shaking her head. \"We can solve two problems at once. A dragon has been terrorizing Griswold and the other villages on the north side of the mountain. It is a small dragon, as dragons go, continuing itself so far mostly with sheep and the occasional dog. Perhaps a small token of our respect will keep it from bothering the villagers themselves.\"
\"Dragon?\" Duo breathed. His knees almost gave out under her. I will not, she commanded herself, I will not give them the satisfaction.
\"Only a small one,\" Inquisitor Dorothy repeated. With a smile.
In the end it was Duo\'s father whose knees buckled. Without uttering a sound, he clutched at his heart, then dropped to the floor and lay completely still. Nobody moved: perhaps because they were so surprised, but then again perhaps because he was father to a convicted wizard.
Duo tore away from the two farm lads who had assigned themselves to guard him. His hands were still bound behind his back, but escape was not what he had on his mind.
\"Father,\" he cried, throwing himself on the floor beside him.
\"Father!\" But his chest no longer moved up and down with breath.
I will not beg for my life, he told himself, and I will not let them see me cry.
\"Look at him,\" he heard some of them murmur. \"His heart is made of ice.\"
And other: \"Its made of stone.\"
And again: \"He\'s given it to Satan.\"
Someone jerked up on the rope that bound his wrists, dragging him up onis fis feet. He forced his face to hide the pain. Instead he concentrated on the crucifix which hung on Dorothy’s chest, all gold and gems though he had never heard that Griswold was a rich town. \"Get a cart to transport him,\" Dorothy commanded. *She seems to do that a lot.* Duo thought to himself. \"We\'ll bury the old man when we get back.\" And once more she smiled at him.