At the Beginning

Gundam Wing

Disclaimer and Author's Note: So this rated M for many reasons, if rape turns your stomach I suggest you don't read this. I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its characters. I don't know where this one is taking place, but in this one. Wufei and Ayame are together.

Chapter One

Everything seemed perfect. If she had just kept her big mouth shut, maybe, just maybe she wouldn't be in this predicament. If she wasn't in such a fit of rage, if she had just swallowed her pride and apologized then they wouldn't have fought. But here she is, surrounded by the enemy with their guns locking onto her one after the other. Full of bitter regret Ayame dropped her dinky gun and put her hands over her head as she kneeled on the ground. If she wanted to she could easily get out of this, kill some guys here and there and flip her locator on. Unfortunately, the searing pain in her leg was distracting and so were her capture's grin. They freaked her out because they weren't the normal emotionless faces. They were the exact opposite, they looked twisted and perverted. Her stomach turned, just thinking what horrible thoughts these depraved men were thinking just made her want to die.

Where did this mission take a turn for the worse? Ayame thought as she was being handcuffed.

"Hold on." A stern voice echoed behind the soldiers. The men parted like the red sea to reveal their leader, she was going to call him Scarface, mainly because of his scarred face. Scarface roughly took her chin in his hand and twisted it side to side. "We're not taking any prisoners, remember?" He sunk down to her level and looked her straight in the eye. Cold, calculating eyes—the eyes of an alpha. "We need to send the rest of her team a message…"

He stood; twirled in the direction he came from and crossed his hands behind his back. "Don't ruin that pretty face of hers." As soon as the order was given, Ayame stood to make a run for it. After jumping off one guy's face she thought she might make it out of there, but her negative karma points were cashing in. She was dragged from the air to the mucky ground and was pinned. She fought back, managed to punch and elbow a few in the face, but eventually the soldiers pinned her down completely. A man towered over her, grinning with his top teeth showing; a dark lust filled tint in his eyes. A twinge of fear exploded in her stomach, not being able to move when he shoved her legs apart just made it worse. Once he settled himself in between her legs he began to work on her pants. She thought about closing her eyes, but showing these men fear would only entice them. So she starred through him and for a split second her mind flashed to the very person she was fighting with.

Through the struggling, through the wrestling, Ayame did all she could to delay whatever tortures this man had in store for her. She felt the fabric of her pants slip down her legs, his hands toying with her as his eyes took in her angry and terrified expressions. Feeling a pinch in her lower abdomen and then a fiery sensation spreading throughout her entire body Ayame knew what had happened.

She choked back a sob as the man began to work a rough rhythm, grunting every time he thrusted deeper and deeper. She couldn't take it; she couldn't stand to look at this man any longer. Squeezing her eyes tight she tossed her head to the side. The hands from the other soldiers disappeared, knowing that she wasn't going to fight back anymore. Feeling his lips on her skin, leading up and down trails along her neck Ayame almost came alive with rage and then guilt. Remembering the spot where Wufei cradled her head whenever they kissed, the soft notions he would whisper in her ear when he thought no one was watching. It all came flooding back. The will to survive rushed through her, but her body was spent, she had no energy to fight back.

Ayame pursed her lips and attempted to shut out all the noise that was going on around her. His pace was suddenly slowing down when she remembered the only weapon she had. A plan had begun to bloom. Ayame knew she had only seconds for this window of opportunity and she wasn't going to waste any of it. When the man was done, he hunched back onto his heels, breathing with satisfaction. Ayame was able to scoot back a few inches away from him, arching her knees a bit. She was able to swiftly remove the knife from her boot and with new found adrenaline Ayame kicked the man in dick and then swiped her knife across his neck. While he suffered, his comrades watched in shock as the blood poured out of the wound. The red head took that as her queue to rise and make a run for it.

While running through the dense forest she was able to pull her clothes together. For the few first miles she ran like mad, continuing even though the burning in her lunges was beginning to become painful. She felt as if she could run for hours, but her adrenaline was dying and the pain in her lower regions was starting to remind what had just taken place. Finding a good spot to stop, Ayame dropped heavily to her knees and wrapped her arms around her stomach. She huddled herself together, rocking on the balls on her feet until her nerves finally snapped and she threw up. Screaming in between sobs and gasps of air. Tears were free falling as her whales echoed throughout the woods.

Moving away from the stench, she leaned back against a tree and stared up at the sky through the branches that gave her cover. Ayame rummaged through her pockets and found her salvation—her locator. Eyeing the button, her thoughts wandered. What would they think after she reported what had happened? What would he think? More importantly, would she be able to get through this? With just wanting to go home, Ayame pressed the button. Dropping her hand to the ground the locator rolled out of her reach and she waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And continued to wait.

Until she was awoken by firm shakes to her shoulders. Out of panic, her eyes snapped open and with rapid movement she brought her knife out again, tackled the person in front of her and held the knife under his chin.

Trowa had his arms hooked underneath her armpits, while Duo had a hand on hers—the two trying to keep her from killing the Chinese pilot. When reality had sunk in she took in Wufei's shocked dark orbs, his hair scattered around his head. Taking a deep breath Ayame let Trowa bring her back until she was sitting on her knees. Trowa's hold on her shoulders didn't leave until he knew she was calm and Duo stole her knife. Ayame couldn't meet Wufei's eyes; her body shook with slowing rage, but growing fear. Fear of rejection, fear of the nightmares.

The Chinese pilot sat there for a few moments, questioning what had just happened. His comrade, more so, his girlfriend, was just holding a knife to his neck. Ready to kill him. But the question that was lingering on his tongue was, "Ayame…why are you shaking?"

He reached out to touch her, to run his hand through her hair, but she back away. Drawing her knees to her chest, Ayame ducked her head into her lap, the trailing hair hiding the tears that were free falling. "I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…sorry…" Ayame muttered over and over through gasps of breath and sobs.

Hesitantly, Wufei inched closer, slowly stretching a hand behind her head. When she didn't react violently, he brought her into his chest. An arm around the small of her back was holding her tightly. He was confused, but not really. Wufei knew why she was apologizing, but the crying and shaking was what he was confused by. He held her for a few seconds until Trowa said that they needed to get out of the area just in case there were soldiers canvasing close by. He gently picked her up, her nose nuzzling the area just underneath his chin and carried her back to their unmarked car.

She was in and out of consciousness when the three of her fellow comrades spoke amongst themselves. Her head was resting in Wufei's lap as he soothed over her bangs. His knuckles barely skimmed over her cheek whenever he reached her jaw bone.

"What you're saying Duo, it doesn't seem plausible." Wufei said as firmly as he could muster. What Duo had suggested was not only terrible, but something like that happening to a girl he loved dearly didn't seem right. His stomach turned and the knots only grew when he glanced down at her. Her puffy eyes seemed mismatched against her soft expression of sleep.

"I know it seems hard to wrap your head around that kind of scenario, but trust me Wufei, I've seen the after effects of…" Duo couldn't bring himself to say the word, it was disgusting, like morning breath after a night of drinking. It tasted like something had died in your mouth and had been rotting for months. But he continued, "When I was a kid in the colonies, there was a group of us and a lot of the girls and some boys went through the same thing. They would become violent if you got rough with them and just stared crying for no reason. I'm just saying, it probably wouldn't hurt to have her looked at."

Wufei's solemn orbs casted downwards, could the idiot pilot actually be right for once. But there was something that he needed to know. "These kids that were…assaulted, how did they turn out?"

Duo opened his mouth to reply, but his bright eyes sunk deeper, darker, his crooked smile disappearing. He turned around in his seat and starred his fidgeting hands, not a good sign.

"We have to ask her first, I don't want to do anything without her consent. Especially, if what you're implying, Duo didn't even happen." Wufei said as he rubbed her arm gently, she flinched underneath his touch and he cringed. Knowing that, for once, Duo was probably right. God he hoped the American pilot was wrong.