Why did He Take My Wings?
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+S through Z › Tales of Symphonia
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
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4,157
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17
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Taken
PLease forgive my lack of updates *bows respectivly* the time flew by before I knew what happened! For those of you who have read or are reading "From Here to THere" I will not have the quotes as my chapter titles, but actual titles *gasp*. Also there will be no Breaker People sub-story, sorry but I like to think that it's a one-in-a-story thing.
Well I do have people to thank for reviews...
Anima Sage Kurai: It didn't take me 2 months but only over 1!!! I shouldn't be proud of that... *throws cookie*
Vashutyphoon: Put your own fic up!!! Hey did you know that Gamespot voted Resident Evil 4 (FOR GAMECUBE) as 2005's game of the year. ^_^ and I haven't even got a chance to play it... But of coruse I suck at shooting at things in a game... *throws cookie*
Benji-chan: I will always keep writing!!! *throws cookie*
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Chapter 1: Taken
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It was a while before anyone came for him, so the new slave slowly dozed, his blush from the embarrassment of the events that had just occurred. His mind wandered back to the last happy day of his life, the last day of his freedom.
[flashback of DOOM]
“Colette, what do you mean you’re getting married?” Lloyd sat under their tree on the Aurion (I’m assuming that that’s Kratos’ last name) estate. “When did you decide this?”
Colette looked over at her friend with a small smile, “Well I didn’t actually decide, it’s arranged,” She sat down next to him, “but I don’t have a problem with who it is.”
“And that would be?”
“Neil.” (I hate Dorr)
“You mean the king of Palmacoasta?” Lloyd’s tone turning suspicious, “I mean Neil’s nice and all but isn’t he a bit old?”
“Actually he’s only twenty-two, (I have NO idea about his age, but let’s play the Petrez knows everything game ^_^) and it’s good for the kingdom; Lord Yggdrasill’s ties with Palmacoasta have been weakening lately.” She gave him another small, reassuring smile, “Anyway, isn’t it about time you got married? I mean you’re almost eighteen.”
“If dad could sort through all the choices.” He grumbled.
Colette gave a small frown.
“Okay, okay, well I’ve got an acceptance from Mizuho,” His index finger pointing to reveal the list of names, “but marrying Sheena would be awkward, seeing we are friends and she is older then me, another from Zelos, your cousin,” His second finger joined the first, “(It’s an AU, Petrez knows everything!) who last month proposed to me, umm Yuan also,” A final third finger joined the rest, “but he’s defiantly too old, and my father would kill him first, other then that their really aren’t any… So I guess Zelos is the best bet.” He finished laying his arm next to his body.
“You’re dad would let you marry Zelos?” True she loved her cousin dearly but the sixteen year old wasn’t completely unaware of his activities.
Lloyd nodded, “Out of those three? Yep. And having his son the Prince-Consort of Tethe’alla probably gets him off.” The teen gave a smile to his friend, “Plus I’d have an excuse to smack him every time he talked about a new lover.” He began to grin evilly at the thought, and reaction of Colette’s face, which was one of horror.
“Lloyd! Zelos may be low, but he’s not that bad.” She stood up, placing her hands on her hips, “Honestly I don’t know where you get this sense of humor!”
Seeing her angry action Lloyd quickly composed himself, “I’m just kidding Colette, honestly, I like Zelos.”
“Honestly?”
“Honestly.”
They both began to walk around aimlessly. The estate was nearly covered in a thick, healthy field of grass, which was used for the many livestock the family owned and gained profit from. Here and there a person could see a lone tree or two, just enough to give an adequate amount of stops for a person out on a hot day.
That day the skies were clear and when the sun shone it was a little past three, they began to walk back to the house.
[End of the DOOM flashback]
Colette, Lloyd groaned. What would she think of him now? The king’s slut? His arms tightened around his body, the thought of having himself taken like that scared him.
Nothing was right; nothing was how it should have been. He was supposed to marry and form an alliance with one of the great houses or another kingdom. His father was not supposed to have used him like this. He was not some slave that he could have tossed out as a present, he was his own son! The bastered was his father (1) and fathers weren’t supposed to sell their sons to their kings. They were suppose to raise them to be gentleman, and good heads of houses, they were suppose to teach how to treat their partner and land properly, those lessons did not including spreading their legs for a child molester.
Lost in thought he did not hear the heavy boots walk towards his cage. “Lloyd.” A soft spoken voice called. The called boy turned his head and looked up.
“Yuan?”
The blue haired man gave Lloyd a sad smile, “Yes,” His smile dropped, “Lord Yggdrasill has summoned you, and I was the only one available…”
The teen nodded and stepped out of the cage, covering himself. The older man took pity on him and removed his cloak, handing it over. Lloyd took the piece of clothing and wrapped it around himself. He raised his eyes, giving Yuan a silent thanks. Who placed his arm around his shoulders and began to lead him out of the room.
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For Lloyd the walk to Yggdrasill was not as bad as he thought. They had encountered no one, which would have been a humiliating experience for the new slave, especially if he knew any of them.
The actual walk itself was surprisingly short, given how big the castle was. Finally they came to a set of huge oak doors that opened for them as they walked towards them. Inside was a large dining table that could fit a good fifty people, but at the moment only held one.
Yggdrasill sat waiting patiently for his slave and meal, but from his eyes Lloyd couldn’t tell if he was both.
“Lloyd,” Yuan whispered, “kneel.”
He looked up, confused, still unsure what to do. But he was met with a kind of pleading, a begging not selfish, but a type of begging for another, a type that he couldn’t refuse. So gingerly he lowered himself to his knees, his eyes on the ground.
There was a long silence that ensued. The only sounds were the soft breaths of the men until a sharp laugh was brought from the end of the table. “Yuan, you do so much to amuse me,” his hand waved him away, “take your cloak back, your generosity is not needed.” When the lesser lord did so, gently removing Lloyd’s only defense from his own nudity and then fastening it upon himself, he looked at his prize, “Now leave us.”
Yuan took one last sympathetic look at the kneeling teen next to him before turning his back and walking out of the doorway.
The door itself closed with a loud BANG, giving Lloyd the truthful sense that he was trapped. “So, alone at last.” The side of Yggdrasill’s head rested gracefully on his fingers, his long hair spilling over. “Come here.’
Slowly Lloyd lifted himself up and walked, eye’s down, towards his master. “Kneel.” The slave fell to his knees, he had seen his father’s slaves enough to know the proper protocol, so when he felt a hand on his head he did cringe away, “Shhh, don’t be frightened my pet.” The hand started to gently move, petting him, “I won’t hurt you, much.” His fingers moved to the bottom of Lloyd’s chin, delicately wrapping around. His hand forced the frightened slave’s face to look into his. He stared down into the pools of Lloyd’s eyes, hoping to find something that no one knew the name of. He stared with such intensity that his slave slowly tried to release himself from their piercing gaze.
With graceful force Yggdrasill pulled Lloyd into a rough, demanding kiss. The bruising strength instantly caused Lloyd to fall into a surrender that he could not escape, and in a strange way he found himself enjoying the submission. The king broke the kiss by pulling his slaves hair back a bit.
“Seat yourself.” He ordered. Once the teen had done so he clapped for the food and servants hurried to bring it out. The slave sat with his head down, not looking at the food. “Eat.” The king once again ordered.
Lloyd gingerly began to pick at the meat before him, taking small bites while being conscious of his king’s ever constant gaze, and his own nudity of course.
Once both were done Yggdrasill ordered Lloyd to stand, and to turn himself around, so his back faced the king.
“You know what I must do to every new slave, don’t you?”
The slave’s eyes widened, “Please don’t…” He whispered.
Yggdrasill slowly came up behind the teen, “But I must, now release your wings.”
“Please, I beg of you-”
“Now.” He interrupted in a quite but demanding tone.
Lloyd complied, his multicolored wings sprung from his back. But just as they were there they were gone and Lloyd landed on the ground with a sharp cry. His hands instinctively flew around his body to attempt at grasping the now empty spots, “Please, give them back.” He sobbed.
The king looked down, “I’m sorry,” he whispered before quickly leaving the room.
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HA! You all thought that the chapter title meant that Lloyd was gonna get screwed, in a literal sense.
(1) I would like to point out that I am not Kratos bashing, he is my favorite character (followed by Zelos) and that this is just a just a pissed off teen sold into slavery venting, not Kratos bashing... ALSO does anyone know who to get that stylish white armer for a costume on him? I've seen scene shots of him with it on while he's under your control...
Well I do have people to thank for reviews...
Anima Sage Kurai: It didn't take me 2 months but only over 1!!! I shouldn't be proud of that... *throws cookie*
Vashutyphoon: Put your own fic up!!! Hey did you know that Gamespot voted Resident Evil 4 (FOR GAMECUBE) as 2005's game of the year. ^_^ and I haven't even got a chance to play it... But of coruse I suck at shooting at things in a game... *throws cookie*
Benji-chan: I will always keep writing!!! *throws cookie*
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Chapter 1: Taken
~*~*~*~
It was a while before anyone came for him, so the new slave slowly dozed, his blush from the embarrassment of the events that had just occurred. His mind wandered back to the last happy day of his life, the last day of his freedom.
[flashback of DOOM]
“Colette, what do you mean you’re getting married?” Lloyd sat under their tree on the Aurion (I’m assuming that that’s Kratos’ last name) estate. “When did you decide this?”
Colette looked over at her friend with a small smile, “Well I didn’t actually decide, it’s arranged,” She sat down next to him, “but I don’t have a problem with who it is.”
“And that would be?”
“Neil.” (I hate Dorr)
“You mean the king of Palmacoasta?” Lloyd’s tone turning suspicious, “I mean Neil’s nice and all but isn’t he a bit old?”
“Actually he’s only twenty-two, (I have NO idea about his age, but let’s play the Petrez knows everything game ^_^) and it’s good for the kingdom; Lord Yggdrasill’s ties with Palmacoasta have been weakening lately.” She gave him another small, reassuring smile, “Anyway, isn’t it about time you got married? I mean you’re almost eighteen.”
“If dad could sort through all the choices.” He grumbled.
Colette gave a small frown.
“Okay, okay, well I’ve got an acceptance from Mizuho,” His index finger pointing to reveal the list of names, “but marrying Sheena would be awkward, seeing we are friends and she is older then me, another from Zelos, your cousin,” His second finger joined the first, “(It’s an AU, Petrez knows everything!) who last month proposed to me, umm Yuan also,” A final third finger joined the rest, “but he’s defiantly too old, and my father would kill him first, other then that their really aren’t any… So I guess Zelos is the best bet.” He finished laying his arm next to his body.
“You’re dad would let you marry Zelos?” True she loved her cousin dearly but the sixteen year old wasn’t completely unaware of his activities.
Lloyd nodded, “Out of those three? Yep. And having his son the Prince-Consort of Tethe’alla probably gets him off.” The teen gave a smile to his friend, “Plus I’d have an excuse to smack him every time he talked about a new lover.” He began to grin evilly at the thought, and reaction of Colette’s face, which was one of horror.
“Lloyd! Zelos may be low, but he’s not that bad.” She stood up, placing her hands on her hips, “Honestly I don’t know where you get this sense of humor!”
Seeing her angry action Lloyd quickly composed himself, “I’m just kidding Colette, honestly, I like Zelos.”
“Honestly?”
“Honestly.”
They both began to walk around aimlessly. The estate was nearly covered in a thick, healthy field of grass, which was used for the many livestock the family owned and gained profit from. Here and there a person could see a lone tree or two, just enough to give an adequate amount of stops for a person out on a hot day.
That day the skies were clear and when the sun shone it was a little past three, they began to walk back to the house.
[End of the DOOM flashback]
Colette, Lloyd groaned. What would she think of him now? The king’s slut? His arms tightened around his body, the thought of having himself taken like that scared him.
Nothing was right; nothing was how it should have been. He was supposed to marry and form an alliance with one of the great houses or another kingdom. His father was not supposed to have used him like this. He was not some slave that he could have tossed out as a present, he was his own son! The bastered was his father (1) and fathers weren’t supposed to sell their sons to their kings. They were suppose to raise them to be gentleman, and good heads of houses, they were suppose to teach how to treat their partner and land properly, those lessons did not including spreading their legs for a child molester.
Lost in thought he did not hear the heavy boots walk towards his cage. “Lloyd.” A soft spoken voice called. The called boy turned his head and looked up.
“Yuan?”
The blue haired man gave Lloyd a sad smile, “Yes,” His smile dropped, “Lord Yggdrasill has summoned you, and I was the only one available…”
The teen nodded and stepped out of the cage, covering himself. The older man took pity on him and removed his cloak, handing it over. Lloyd took the piece of clothing and wrapped it around himself. He raised his eyes, giving Yuan a silent thanks. Who placed his arm around his shoulders and began to lead him out of the room.
~*~*~*~
For Lloyd the walk to Yggdrasill was not as bad as he thought. They had encountered no one, which would have been a humiliating experience for the new slave, especially if he knew any of them.
The actual walk itself was surprisingly short, given how big the castle was. Finally they came to a set of huge oak doors that opened for them as they walked towards them. Inside was a large dining table that could fit a good fifty people, but at the moment only held one.
Yggdrasill sat waiting patiently for his slave and meal, but from his eyes Lloyd couldn’t tell if he was both.
“Lloyd,” Yuan whispered, “kneel.”
He looked up, confused, still unsure what to do. But he was met with a kind of pleading, a begging not selfish, but a type of begging for another, a type that he couldn’t refuse. So gingerly he lowered himself to his knees, his eyes on the ground.
There was a long silence that ensued. The only sounds were the soft breaths of the men until a sharp laugh was brought from the end of the table. “Yuan, you do so much to amuse me,” his hand waved him away, “take your cloak back, your generosity is not needed.” When the lesser lord did so, gently removing Lloyd’s only defense from his own nudity and then fastening it upon himself, he looked at his prize, “Now leave us.”
Yuan took one last sympathetic look at the kneeling teen next to him before turning his back and walking out of the doorway.
The door itself closed with a loud BANG, giving Lloyd the truthful sense that he was trapped. “So, alone at last.” The side of Yggdrasill’s head rested gracefully on his fingers, his long hair spilling over. “Come here.’
Slowly Lloyd lifted himself up and walked, eye’s down, towards his master. “Kneel.” The slave fell to his knees, he had seen his father’s slaves enough to know the proper protocol, so when he felt a hand on his head he did cringe away, “Shhh, don’t be frightened my pet.” The hand started to gently move, petting him, “I won’t hurt you, much.” His fingers moved to the bottom of Lloyd’s chin, delicately wrapping around. His hand forced the frightened slave’s face to look into his. He stared down into the pools of Lloyd’s eyes, hoping to find something that no one knew the name of. He stared with such intensity that his slave slowly tried to release himself from their piercing gaze.
With graceful force Yggdrasill pulled Lloyd into a rough, demanding kiss. The bruising strength instantly caused Lloyd to fall into a surrender that he could not escape, and in a strange way he found himself enjoying the submission. The king broke the kiss by pulling his slaves hair back a bit.
“Seat yourself.” He ordered. Once the teen had done so he clapped for the food and servants hurried to bring it out. The slave sat with his head down, not looking at the food. “Eat.” The king once again ordered.
Lloyd gingerly began to pick at the meat before him, taking small bites while being conscious of his king’s ever constant gaze, and his own nudity of course.
Once both were done Yggdrasill ordered Lloyd to stand, and to turn himself around, so his back faced the king.
“You know what I must do to every new slave, don’t you?”
The slave’s eyes widened, “Please don’t…” He whispered.
Yggdrasill slowly came up behind the teen, “But I must, now release your wings.”
“Please, I beg of you-”
“Now.” He interrupted in a quite but demanding tone.
Lloyd complied, his multicolored wings sprung from his back. But just as they were there they were gone and Lloyd landed on the ground with a sharp cry. His hands instinctively flew around his body to attempt at grasping the now empty spots, “Please, give them back.” He sobbed.
The king looked down, “I’m sorry,” he whispered before quickly leaving the room.
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HA! You all thought that the chapter title meant that Lloyd was gonna get screwed, in a literal sense.
(1) I would like to point out that I am not Kratos bashing, he is my favorite character (followed by Zelos) and that this is just a just a pissed off teen sold into slavery venting, not Kratos bashing... ALSO does anyone know who to get that stylish white armer for a costume on him? I've seen scene shots of him with it on while he's under your control...