Drugs
By keL
Notes:
1) I do not own Gundam Seed, nor have I thought of owning it. I just found this pair so good that I decided to write a little something with them in it.
2) If you are offended in any way by the events, obscurity, inaccuracy, homosexuality and morbidness contained in this story, I don't care.
3) If you do not like the pairing, and are homophobic, well what the are you doing here?!.
4) ABSOLUTELY no kids allowed reading this (unless of course their parents are the ones encouraging them). - I'm bad.
Introduction"To the three Gundam pilots, please proceed to the treatment room for your monthly check-up," heard everyone from the speakers all around the spacecraft. "Repeating the announcement: to the three Gundam pilots, please proceed to the treatment room for your monthly check-up. Thank you,"
Dr. Tashiba, the head doctor in the base, welcomed the three pilots as they went in.
"Hello there, lads," he greeted cheerfully. "You know the procedures. Each of you go to a bed over there, and I shall examine you individually,"
Athrun, blue-haired and the youngest of the three, sat on the third bed from the doctor's desk. A nurse pulled the curtains around him, so that he could no longer see his companions. He sighed, feeling rather tired from all the previous battles, and so he decided to rest while he waited. He closed his eyes for what felt like a few seconds, but when he opened them again the doctor was already putting his stethoscope away.
"I'm sorry I woke you, Athrun," he said. He turned his back to get something from the metal tray he had placed on the bed, and when he faced the pilot he was holding a syringe filled with a yellow liquid. "This won't hurt a bit. You're not sick, but this is a preventive medicine so no unknown disease from space can harm you. Your battles have gotten very violent, you see," He pushed the bottom of the syringe to see if it was working, and expertly chose a vein in Athrun's left arm, and injected the liquid in him. Athrun didn't even flinch, but then he began to feel lightheaded.
"I suggest you sleep," said Dr. Tashiba. "The medicine has some side effects for most people, but it will go away once your body has adjusted to it. Alright then. I'm going to leave you now. I have some paperwork I have to attend to. I'll report this to Lieutenant Kreuze, just in case he looks for you," The doctor left, while Athrun lay back with his head ready to burst. He closed his eyes, trying hard to sleep, and he did without even knowing it.
The metal double doors slid open automatically, and in came a man in a lab coat.
"Ah, Dr. Tashiba," said a blond man in a white suit. "Are you successful with the planting of the bomb?"
Dr. Tashiba smiled, but it wasn't a bit cheerful. It was an evil smile, a smirk. "But of course, Lieutenant Kreuze," he replied. "And if I do say so myself, even that intelligent young man wasn't able to detect it,"
"Very good," said Kreuze, very pleased with his minion. "And did you follow the correct procedures? That new invention is very sensitive,"
"Yes, sire. I told the victim to wait for the effects to go away before getting up. He was tired before I came in to check on him, so it was the perfect moment to take advantage of. And besides, that pilot is certainly very obedient,"
"I know, Dr. Tashiba," commented Kreuze, stroking his chin. "I trust him to the maximum level even though he's a rookie, just because he has remained loyal despite everything he has found out since he joined our team. However…"
"However," continued Dr. Tashiba. "He lacks a certain something, a certain determination that's strong enough to convince him to destroy that Strike pilot completely,"
"That's right," agreed Kreuze with a grin. "With that in mind, this method is the next best thing to brainwashing the poor boy,"
"Yes. And he may even enjoy the ride, that is, if he even remembers anything afterwards,"
Kreuze laughed. "I never intended to do this to any of my pilots, but what's necessary should be done, no matter how risky or violating,"
"Oh how true, lieutenant," said Dr. Tashiba, slightly amused. "Now that everything's settled, I shall go back to the treatment room. The bomb may go off anytime, and I want to be there to make sure it doesn't go anywhere,"
"I understand," said Kreuze. "If any changes occur, report to me immediately. And when it's time, another battle shall commence,"
"Yes, sir," Dr. Tashiba left without another word. Kreuze couldn't stop smiling.
You are about to meet your worse enemy, Kira Yamato, he thought to himself. And ironically, it also happens to be your best friend. Inside he laughed, a kind of laugh that was almost too maniacal to release. The end was near, and it was looking brighter and brighter for ZAFT.