Warnings: Some AU, angst, non-con, yaoi.
:::blah::: Thoughts
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Retrained
By Weißabe
Heero slowly walked up the steps of the hotel. He felt an unusual fluttering in his stomach. . .:::I'm. . . nervous. . .::: It had been a year since the five of them had come to earth as Gundam pilots. That *had* to have some significance, didn't it? He wasn't sure. . . he was just doing what felt right. :::What. . . *feels* right? Since when did I start to feel?::: That answer was simple, however reluctant he was to admit it. :::Since I came to earth, since I met. . . Duo.::: Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he set his jaw and put his key into the slot. Turning. . . clicking. . . opening. The gift hidden behind him, he entered the room and closed the door softly behind him. Duo jumped of his bed and ran to greet him.
"Hey, Heero. . . there's a message on you laptop. A solo mission from Dr.J, I think. . ." :::Hn. . . giving the gift to Duo would just have to wait. Mission first. *Always.*::: He gave Duo the mandatory non-commital grunt of acknowledgement and sat down on his bed in front of the hypnotizing screen, the gift beside him. The video window on his desktop started playing, the look on Dr. J's face almost. . . evil.
"Hello, Heero. I've heard it through the grapevine that you've started becoming a little. . . sentimental. Of course, it's only a rumor, but I'm sure you understand my concern nonetheless. I'm ordering you on a. . . retraining mission. Therefore you don't have the option of refusing." The old man man took a moment to clear his throat before delivering the final blow.
"Heero Yuy, your next mission is to rape Duo Maxwell."
Heero nearly fell off the bed.
The video didn't care how its playing was slowly but surely destroying the small shreds of humanity in its viewer; it mercilessly kept receiving and feeding the images.
"I expect no hesitation. Twenty minutes after this message is conveyed, I expect the mission to be complete." Then, as if an afterthought, he added,"I was going to say Relena, but the emotional damage might affect her abilities to rule. I know Maxwell can handle it. So consider yourself lucky." The clip ended and the screen went blank.
Heero did the first thing he could think of; he laughed at the fact that Dr. J thought he was doing Heero a favor by selecting Duo to be the rapee instead of Relena. It wasn't a maniacal cackle, nor was it a normal laugh; it was more like a I'm-going-to-crack giggle.
:::I suppose the idea of homosexuality in his "Perfect Soldier" is to abstract an idea to consider.:::
Duo, who'd been in the bathroom washing his hair, came out with nothing but a small white towel riding low on his hips and dark curly tendrils down his back. Using another towel to pat down his hair, he joked to Heero. "Ninmu, ninmu, ninmu!" he laughed. "So, what's with all the secrecy? You have to blow up the Sanc Kingdom or something?" Heero simply stared at him, cobalt eyes blank and empty like he'd gone ZERO. Duo's laughter quickly turned to confusion and then alarm as the stronger Japanese teen began advancing towards him.
:::Mission. . . mission. . . MISSION. . . can't refuse. . . retrain. . . I'm no longer perfect, thanks to HIM. . . he ruined it all, it's all his fault. . . now I have to punish him for interfering with the Perfect Soldier's training. . .:::
"Heero, what the HELL are you TALKING about?!" Duo yelled as Heero pinned him down. Heero hadn't realized he'd said that last though aloud. But, might as well let Duo know why he was punishing him. "Heero. . . please, STOP. . . let's talk about this. . . this isn't how it's done. . . Heero? HEERO!!" Duo screamed as the towel around his waist was snapped off and thrown across the room, Heero's pants unzipped, and his member slammed into him without warning. He gratefully passed out after many intrusions, oblivious to Heero's thrusts, each one accented with an accusation.
"You. . . RUINED. . . ME. . . you. . . RUINED. . . EVERYTHING!"
Heero was sweating from the effort; all he could think, feel, hear, or see was Dr. J and his disapproval. The only father he ever had; his displeasure was completely unacceptable. He didn't see the thick blood on his penis, he saw memories of his training sessions. He didn't hear or feel the ripping of Duo's virgin anus as he brutally thrust his unlubricated member in and out, he heard gunfire and smelled burnt flesh and blood.
Gradually, the thrusts slowed down, and eventually stopped. Heero's ragged breathing seemed to echo off of every square inch of wall in the room. His wild eyes started to focus, and then he blinked.
"GOD!!!" he screamed, jumping up. He couldn't seem to get the image of Duo curled in fetal position on the floor, bloodly and beaten, out of his mind. "NO!!! DUO!!!" he screamed. "Duo. . ." backing up, as to escape from the rage that had overtaken him, he knocked into the bed.
Seeing the laptop confused him even more. He became calm. "I'm retrained. Ninmu kanryou."
Duo's gift, a black velvet scrunchie, fell to to floor from the force of the door as Heero left the room.
This is only a prologue, I'll continue it if anyone, ANYONE out there thinks I should. No point in posting another chapter if no one's gonna read it. . . :::shrugs:::
:::blah::: Thoughts
*blah* emphasis
Retrained
By Weißabe
Heero slowly walked up the steps of the hotel. He felt an unusual fluttering in his stomach. . .:::I'm. . . nervous. . .::: It had been a year since the five of them had come to earth as Gundam pilots. That *had* to have some significance, didn't it? He wasn't sure. . . he was just doing what felt right. :::What. . . *feels* right? Since when did I start to feel?::: That answer was simple, however reluctant he was to admit it. :::Since I came to earth, since I met. . . Duo.::: Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he set his jaw and put his key into the slot. Turning. . . clicking. . . opening. The gift hidden behind him, he entered the room and closed the door softly behind him. Duo jumped of his bed and ran to greet him.
"Hey, Heero. . . there's a message on you laptop. A solo mission from Dr.J, I think. . ." :::Hn. . . giving the gift to Duo would just have to wait. Mission first. *Always.*::: He gave Duo the mandatory non-commital grunt of acknowledgement and sat down on his bed in front of the hypnotizing screen, the gift beside him. The video window on his desktop started playing, the look on Dr. J's face almost. . . evil.
"Hello, Heero. I've heard it through the grapevine that you've started becoming a little. . . sentimental. Of course, it's only a rumor, but I'm sure you understand my concern nonetheless. I'm ordering you on a. . . retraining mission. Therefore you don't have the option of refusing." The old man man took a moment to clear his throat before delivering the final blow.
"Heero Yuy, your next mission is to rape Duo Maxwell."
Heero nearly fell off the bed.
The video didn't care how its playing was slowly but surely destroying the small shreds of humanity in its viewer; it mercilessly kept receiving and feeding the images.
"I expect no hesitation. Twenty minutes after this message is conveyed, I expect the mission to be complete." Then, as if an afterthought, he added,"I was going to say Relena, but the emotional damage might affect her abilities to rule. I know Maxwell can handle it. So consider yourself lucky." The clip ended and the screen went blank.
Heero did the first thing he could think of; he laughed at the fact that Dr. J thought he was doing Heero a favor by selecting Duo to be the rapee instead of Relena. It wasn't a maniacal cackle, nor was it a normal laugh; it was more like a I'm-going-to-crack giggle.
:::I suppose the idea of homosexuality in his "Perfect Soldier" is to abstract an idea to consider.:::
Duo, who'd been in the bathroom washing his hair, came out with nothing but a small white towel riding low on his hips and dark curly tendrils down his back. Using another towel to pat down his hair, he joked to Heero. "Ninmu, ninmu, ninmu!" he laughed. "So, what's with all the secrecy? You have to blow up the Sanc Kingdom or something?" Heero simply stared at him, cobalt eyes blank and empty like he'd gone ZERO. Duo's laughter quickly turned to confusion and then alarm as the stronger Japanese teen began advancing towards him.
:::Mission. . . mission. . . MISSION. . . can't refuse. . . retrain. . . I'm no longer perfect, thanks to HIM. . . he ruined it all, it's all his fault. . . now I have to punish him for interfering with the Perfect Soldier's training. . .:::
"Heero, what the HELL are you TALKING about?!" Duo yelled as Heero pinned him down. Heero hadn't realized he'd said that last though aloud. But, might as well let Duo know why he was punishing him. "Heero. . . please, STOP. . . let's talk about this. . . this isn't how it's done. . . Heero? HEERO!!" Duo screamed as the towel around his waist was snapped off and thrown across the room, Heero's pants unzipped, and his member slammed into him without warning. He gratefully passed out after many intrusions, oblivious to Heero's thrusts, each one accented with an accusation.
"You. . . RUINED. . . ME. . . you. . . RUINED. . . EVERYTHING!"
Heero was sweating from the effort; all he could think, feel, hear, or see was Dr. J and his disapproval. The only father he ever had; his displeasure was completely unacceptable. He didn't see the thick blood on his penis, he saw memories of his training sessions. He didn't hear or feel the ripping of Duo's virgin anus as he brutally thrust his unlubricated member in and out, he heard gunfire and smelled burnt flesh and blood.
Gradually, the thrusts slowed down, and eventually stopped. Heero's ragged breathing seemed to echo off of every square inch of wall in the room. His wild eyes started to focus, and then he blinked.
"GOD!!!" he screamed, jumping up. He couldn't seem to get the image of Duo curled in fetal position on the floor, bloodly and beaten, out of his mind. "NO!!! DUO!!!" he screamed. "Duo. . ." backing up, as to escape from the rage that had overtaken him, he knocked into the bed.
Seeing the laptop confused him even more. He became calm. "I'm retrained. Ninmu kanryou."
Duo's gift, a black velvet scrunchie, fell to to floor from the force of the door as Heero left the room.
This is only a prologue, I'll continue it if anyone, ANYONE out there thinks I should. No point in posting another chapter if no one's gonna read it. . . :::shrugs:::