Never stop.
By: Vanacorien
Warnings for violence, language, attempted rape and abuse. This is a 3+4 fic it is also rated R for reasons previously stated. This IS Yaoi, which means boy/boy and man/ man. You don't like it, deal. This is angsty and also AU, no gundams or crazy men from a military branch of government. The first chapter of this fic is a song fic.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the gundam boy's, girl's or mecha (thou it'd be fun as hell to take death scythe to school) Oh I'm poor as dirt too, so really besides getting my a$$ thrown in jail what would you accomplish? That's what I thought. Sit back and enjoy.
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Chapter one. Immortal pain in turquoise eyes.
I'm so tiered of being here.
He trudged down the large sidewalks bumping into people as he went. Head bent excepting the lashing of the icy rain on his back and shoulders beating painfully into his raw exposed skin. He walked steadily. Droned really his eyes looking far away and clouded with their own inner shadows. He was soaking wet, his too long for the latest fashion, hair hanging limply in his eyes, a sobbing curtain hiding his face.
Suppressed by all my, childish fears.
Why was he here right now? Because of what they've done. Who? Who did some thing to me? All of them, they've all done some thing to me. He listened to his voice inside his own head. He didn't worry; he knew it wasn't that some thing was wrong with him. He just needed some thing to talk to. He knew what he was talking about. All of them had done some thing. They just couldn't take it. They didn't want to wait any more. They didn't want to be in a relation ship with a cold fish. They didn't want to wait for him to heal. "Why can't you wait till I'm ready?" He always cried. It was always him who ended up crying. Into the wee hours of the morning.
And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave.
"I don't want to wait any more, you've kept me waiting long enough." He fell back on the bed just slightly alarmed. Why was he acting this way? What was he going to do if he said no one more time? What if he . . . No he couldn't even think that. "What do you mean?" He said trying to smile innocently, it had always worked before. A calloused hand snaked out and grabbed the front of his shirt. Pulling him to his feet and crushing him to the owner of said hand.
Cause your presence still lingers here, and it wont leave me alone.
"I wont play games with you any more kid. I want you, all of you no more of these nights sleeping with you and not touching you, not any of these little make out sessions that you think count. I've been with you for almost a year and I haven't gotten any thing once, were putting a stop to that right now!" The young man cried out in alarm the sound choked off all too soon as cruel bruising lips crushed his own. The ma pushed him down onto the bed taking one flailing wrist in his strong hand he held it above his victim as he began to use the other appendage to tear open the boys cress shirt. The boy cried out when his mouth was released, his lover laid fully on top if him then viciously biting and licking his neck.
These wounds wont seem to heal.
He began running, running away from the memory only born hours before. Running away from the pain still audible upon his neck and chest from the blows landed to keep him still and silent. The pain in his freezing scalp from his hair being cruelly pulled. The harsh bite marks on his neck and shoulders, the bloody half crescents left by blunt fingernails as they were dug into his wrists and fore arms. He bulled blindly threw the crowds hearing the angry voices and muttered curses as her blew past. His fast break neck pass sent cold wet air around him billowing out his torn shirt to reveal to his shame and horror the marks of his weakness, his un worthiness. Newer hotter tears trailed down his pale face as he bulled farther fore ward.
This pain is just too real, there's just too much that time cannot erase.
Trowa was walking out of a small down town coffee shop when it happened. He barely had time to see the young man before he had barreled into Trowa. The ground was slick under his feet, tears from the bloated black clouds adding to his already melancholy mood. He slipped back wards the young boy tumbling on top of him with a startled cry. Trowa braced him self on his elbows, the hard cement causing him to lose feeling in his elbows stunning him from the pain.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears.
He stared up a moment in utter and stunned silence, the boy had landed sprawled over his hip's slim thighs encasing his and his bleeding palms splayed across Trowa's chest. Wait, bleeding palms? He took in the boys appearance immediately, his once white cotton dress shirt now a transparent mess all the front buttons torn of one dangling forlornly from a near gone string. Exposing his slim muscled chest that was covered in black and purple bruises. Dark marks like scarlet crescents reigned on his neck and shoulders. As he looked further north he took in the paleness of the boys face, a thin line of congealed blood ran from one corner of the pink full lips to the tip of his slightly bruised elfin chin. And the boy's wide luminous eyes were raining hot salty tears down the smooth unblemished cheeks and onto the already soaked collar of his destroyed shirt.
When you scream I'd fight away all of your fears.
The boy's eye's snapped wide coming out of what ever exhaustion driven trance he had been in when Trowa reached up and gently whipped away a tear. He began to scramble unsteadily from Trowa's lap, muttering apologies in a slightly trembling voice. 'Don't go.' Thought Trowa suddenly and grabbed lightly onto the boys wrist. The boy turned startled eyes onto him then tugged harshly at his hand hissing when Trowa's palm rubbed the cuts on his wrist. He tugged again harder this time trying to turn enough to run. "No, don't" He commanded gently, using the boy's pull to his advantage he used the resistance to pull him self quickly to his feet. He must have been a good 5 or 6 inches taller than the slim elfin youth in front of him. It gave the distinct impression that this person was fragile and Trowa didn't like the way this boy appeared to be treated.
"It's all right I wont hurt you, "Trowa soothed. "Can you tell me what's wrong? Do you need help?" He glanced over the blond's head to see if he was being pursued. Realizing immediately that he was being ridiculous, if the boy were in fact being pursued then they would have caught up by now.
And I've held your hand threw all these years
He gently removed his coat, making sure not to startle the seemingly feral youth as he draped it around the boy's petit frame. He really could only be a boy too, no more than eighteen Trowa would swear on it. The boy looked up quickly eyes wide and startled as the material settled heavily on his shoulders. Trowa placed a placating hand on the boys shoulder. "It's alright, are you okay? Do you feel any pains?" He asked calmly. He didn't want to jump to conclusions, didn't like the road his mind was taking from the sight of this boys appearance and obvious distress to the bruises that littered his pale and delicate looking body.
The boy looked into Trowa's eyes, they were half lidded and riddled with a pain so intense Trowa had to refuse the urge to step back before it consumed him. The boy's skin was fine, pale as cream and dusted slightly with almost nonexistent freckles across the bridge of his pert nose. His soft fey cheeks were redden with the cold and his eyes, those pain filled dazzling orbs were red rimmed and flowing with more tears. His bow shaped lips parted allowing a little puff of breath threw the cherry blossom pink lips. Suddenly the boy lowered his head almost shame fully, swaying slightly on his feet.
But you still have,
"Will you," He spoke so softly Trowa had to strain to hear. His mind running fast as the boy's petit body began to go limp. "Will you please, help me?"
All of me.
Stunned as the boy collapsed in his arms, Trowa caught him deftly and hoisted him into his arms. What the hell? Trowa then hoisted the boy tighter into his embrace swinging him into his arms bridal style; he walked quickly towards the street in hopes of hailing a cab. Holding tightly to the now unconscious boy in his arms he wrapped the coat slightly tighter around his charges slim frame and darted across the busy street. A dark wraith carrying his battered angel into the night.
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A.N.: So what do you think? Is it good so far? Oh and no, Quatre was not raped, as I said before it was attempted but it didn't happen. Oh and for all you who recognized or wanted to know, this song is My Immortal by Evanescence. More details in upcoming chapters so tell me if you like it or not and you'll see more of it. Thanks for tuning in and see you next time. *Owari~
By: Vanacorien
Warnings for violence, language, attempted rape and abuse. This is a 3+4 fic it is also rated R for reasons previously stated. This IS Yaoi, which means boy/boy and man/ man. You don't like it, deal. This is angsty and also AU, no gundams or crazy men from a military branch of government. The first chapter of this fic is a song fic.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the gundam boy's, girl's or mecha (thou it'd be fun as hell to take death scythe to school) Oh I'm poor as dirt too, so really besides getting my a$$ thrown in jail what would you accomplish? That's what I thought. Sit back and enjoy.
*****
Chapter one. Immortal pain in turquoise eyes.
I'm so tiered of being here.
He trudged down the large sidewalks bumping into people as he went. Head bent excepting the lashing of the icy rain on his back and shoulders beating painfully into his raw exposed skin. He walked steadily. Droned really his eyes looking far away and clouded with their own inner shadows. He was soaking wet, his too long for the latest fashion, hair hanging limply in his eyes, a sobbing curtain hiding his face.
Suppressed by all my, childish fears.
Why was he here right now? Because of what they've done. Who? Who did some thing to me? All of them, they've all done some thing to me. He listened to his voice inside his own head. He didn't worry; he knew it wasn't that some thing was wrong with him. He just needed some thing to talk to. He knew what he was talking about. All of them had done some thing. They just couldn't take it. They didn't want to wait any more. They didn't want to be in a relation ship with a cold fish. They didn't want to wait for him to heal. "Why can't you wait till I'm ready?" He always cried. It was always him who ended up crying. Into the wee hours of the morning.
And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave.
"I don't want to wait any more, you've kept me waiting long enough." He fell back on the bed just slightly alarmed. Why was he acting this way? What was he going to do if he said no one more time? What if he . . . No he couldn't even think that. "What do you mean?" He said trying to smile innocently, it had always worked before. A calloused hand snaked out and grabbed the front of his shirt. Pulling him to his feet and crushing him to the owner of said hand.
Cause your presence still lingers here, and it wont leave me alone.
"I wont play games with you any more kid. I want you, all of you no more of these nights sleeping with you and not touching you, not any of these little make out sessions that you think count. I've been with you for almost a year and I haven't gotten any thing once, were putting a stop to that right now!" The young man cried out in alarm the sound choked off all too soon as cruel bruising lips crushed his own. The ma pushed him down onto the bed taking one flailing wrist in his strong hand he held it above his victim as he began to use the other appendage to tear open the boys cress shirt. The boy cried out when his mouth was released, his lover laid fully on top if him then viciously biting and licking his neck.
These wounds wont seem to heal.
He began running, running away from the memory only born hours before. Running away from the pain still audible upon his neck and chest from the blows landed to keep him still and silent. The pain in his freezing scalp from his hair being cruelly pulled. The harsh bite marks on his neck and shoulders, the bloody half crescents left by blunt fingernails as they were dug into his wrists and fore arms. He bulled blindly threw the crowds hearing the angry voices and muttered curses as her blew past. His fast break neck pass sent cold wet air around him billowing out his torn shirt to reveal to his shame and horror the marks of his weakness, his un worthiness. Newer hotter tears trailed down his pale face as he bulled farther fore ward.
This pain is just too real, there's just too much that time cannot erase.
Trowa was walking out of a small down town coffee shop when it happened. He barely had time to see the young man before he had barreled into Trowa. The ground was slick under his feet, tears from the bloated black clouds adding to his already melancholy mood. He slipped back wards the young boy tumbling on top of him with a startled cry. Trowa braced him self on his elbows, the hard cement causing him to lose feeling in his elbows stunning him from the pain.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears.
He stared up a moment in utter and stunned silence, the boy had landed sprawled over his hip's slim thighs encasing his and his bleeding palms splayed across Trowa's chest. Wait, bleeding palms? He took in the boys appearance immediately, his once white cotton dress shirt now a transparent mess all the front buttons torn of one dangling forlornly from a near gone string. Exposing his slim muscled chest that was covered in black and purple bruises. Dark marks like scarlet crescents reigned on his neck and shoulders. As he looked further north he took in the paleness of the boys face, a thin line of congealed blood ran from one corner of the pink full lips to the tip of his slightly bruised elfin chin. And the boy's wide luminous eyes were raining hot salty tears down the smooth unblemished cheeks and onto the already soaked collar of his destroyed shirt.
When you scream I'd fight away all of your fears.
The boy's eye's snapped wide coming out of what ever exhaustion driven trance he had been in when Trowa reached up and gently whipped away a tear. He began to scramble unsteadily from Trowa's lap, muttering apologies in a slightly trembling voice. 'Don't go.' Thought Trowa suddenly and grabbed lightly onto the boys wrist. The boy turned startled eyes onto him then tugged harshly at his hand hissing when Trowa's palm rubbed the cuts on his wrist. He tugged again harder this time trying to turn enough to run. "No, don't" He commanded gently, using the boy's pull to his advantage he used the resistance to pull him self quickly to his feet. He must have been a good 5 or 6 inches taller than the slim elfin youth in front of him. It gave the distinct impression that this person was fragile and Trowa didn't like the way this boy appeared to be treated.
"It's all right I wont hurt you, "Trowa soothed. "Can you tell me what's wrong? Do you need help?" He glanced over the blond's head to see if he was being pursued. Realizing immediately that he was being ridiculous, if the boy were in fact being pursued then they would have caught up by now.
And I've held your hand threw all these years
He gently removed his coat, making sure not to startle the seemingly feral youth as he draped it around the boy's petit frame. He really could only be a boy too, no more than eighteen Trowa would swear on it. The boy looked up quickly eyes wide and startled as the material settled heavily on his shoulders. Trowa placed a placating hand on the boys shoulder. "It's alright, are you okay? Do you feel any pains?" He asked calmly. He didn't want to jump to conclusions, didn't like the road his mind was taking from the sight of this boys appearance and obvious distress to the bruises that littered his pale and delicate looking body.
The boy looked into Trowa's eyes, they were half lidded and riddled with a pain so intense Trowa had to refuse the urge to step back before it consumed him. The boy's skin was fine, pale as cream and dusted slightly with almost nonexistent freckles across the bridge of his pert nose. His soft fey cheeks were redden with the cold and his eyes, those pain filled dazzling orbs were red rimmed and flowing with more tears. His bow shaped lips parted allowing a little puff of breath threw the cherry blossom pink lips. Suddenly the boy lowered his head almost shame fully, swaying slightly on his feet.
But you still have,
"Will you," He spoke so softly Trowa had to strain to hear. His mind running fast as the boy's petit body began to go limp. "Will you please, help me?"
All of me.
Stunned as the boy collapsed in his arms, Trowa caught him deftly and hoisted him into his arms. What the hell? Trowa then hoisted the boy tighter into his embrace swinging him into his arms bridal style; he walked quickly towards the street in hopes of hailing a cab. Holding tightly to the now unconscious boy in his arms he wrapped the coat slightly tighter around his charges slim frame and darted across the busy street. A dark wraith carrying his battered angel into the night.
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A.N.: So what do you think? Is it good so far? Oh and no, Quatre was not raped, as I said before it was attempted but it didn't happen. Oh and for all you who recognized or wanted to know, this song is My Immortal by Evanescence. More details in upcoming chapters so tell me if you like it or not and you'll see more of it. Thanks for tuning in and see you next time. *Owari~