Sense- Nyahahaha. People like my fic. I have some personal things to say to the readers, so just find your name below. By the way, the polls are: 4 Kreuze, 3 Yzak, 1 Athrun, 1 Yzak AND Athrun. Kreuze it is.
Silver badger 31- I'm doing this fic for myself, not for other people. So, I am the one who will determine what happens to Kira. He also will be raped, whether you like it or not. I don't care much for reviews. The novelty rubbed of after my first hundred on my other fics. Deal with it, or just don't read at all.
Julie Long- Kira will get raped. End of story.
Teno-hikari- thanks for the long review. I like long reviews.
"He woke up! He's trashing around, so we're having him drugged!"
Athrun froze.
Lie.
That could not be true. Kira is special, yes, but he was not some kind of a monster. His physical appearances have improved, but there was no way he could move, much less thrash, in such short time.
Shaking, he dragged his body inside. Numerous doctors was forcing Kira down, three was injecting drugs inside him. Athrun saw tears. Tears of fear, of rebelliousness, of pain. He saw his brows knitted with pain as more drugs came to drain his energy. His left arm is already full with needles bites, some trickling blood down his once tanned skin.
He lay motionless on the small uncomfortable bed, sweat dripping down, mingled with shed tears. His eyes were closed, but he was still conscious. Deep pants escaped his lips. Kira's lips appear to move, begging a silent plea. A plea of helplessness.
"What happened?" asked Athrun to the nearest doctor.
The doctor just shook his head, a disapproving one. "Trauma" he answered shortly.
The answer shocked Athrun, but one brief look at Kira confirmed everything. He had fallen into a forced slumber, but grief and uneasiness was clearly plastered on his face. One of the doctors wiped the blood from his wrists and ankles, the new wounds Kira applied upon himself.
The doctor sighed. "It was hard, looking after him" he said, "We have to give him painkillers every night so that he won't keep tossing in bed. His brainwaves show that there was something bothering him every night. Nightmares, no doubt"
"Nightmares?"
"Nightmares" the doctor sighed again and motioned his finger to Kira. "This is a result of it"
"What happened exactly?" asked Athrun shakily. This was not expected. No.
The doctor took a step to Kira and rubbed the sweat on his body with a piece of cloth. "By the way they say it, he just suddenly opened his eyes, screaming his heart out" he said. "And he cried himself sore"
Athrun stood, not moving.
"Maybe the shackles made him more afraid than before, so he became more aggressive. He tried yanking them out"
"That... have to hurt" said Athrun slowly as he observed Kira's raw wrists. They were red, and bits of skin flaked around them. Several rags tinged with red lay nearby. His ankles were of the same condition. "Have to"
"A lot"
Yzak and Dearka lay exhausted on the bed, both covered with sweat, both tired from their recent lovemaking. But they were not lovers. They were just good friends.
Yzak was aware of the older boy's feelings for him, but he cannot- should not- return them. As far as he was concerned, he is neither gay nor a bi. However, they both have needs to fill. They sought each other then, satisfying their lusts in a strictly business-like way. Women were not easy to find in the ship. Especially on this particular one, where his position as a Gundam pilot is well known and respected. Yzak could not risk all that for a mere night's pleasure.
Out of his three comrades, Dearka showed interest in him, hinted his feelings clearly enough. He used him, brought a more than willing Dearka to his bed. Of course, he let the older man have his way with him; he settled just fine under Dearka.
"You look stressed" said Dearka, pulling the sheets over both of them. "Something bothering you?"
It struck Yzak that he has been observed by Dearka, all the while when he was deep in thought. He sighed, telling himself that he should know better that Dearka was indeed, the most mature out of the four, and thus the most observant. He shifted his position uncomfortably, snuggling inside the sheets as he felt Dearka's hands on his waist.
Dearka smirked. "It can't be that I'm bad tonight, is it?" he teased, knowing too well of Yzak's short fuse. "You seemed to be enjoying it well enough"
"Stupid!" Yzak snapped. Dearka only chuckled lightly, too used to Yzak to take offense in his insults.
"Right" he smiled. Then his face grew serious. "Really, Yzak, what is bothering you?"
Yzak lay silent. "Nothing. I'm just tired" he said finally, pulling away from Dearka and snuggled at one end. "so let me sleep now"
Sighing, Dearka planted a kiss on Yzak's pale, smooth shoulders, and he wished him goodnight.
"You're a lousy liar", he whispered slowly as he closed his eyes.
"I know, I can't help it"
Nichol is worried. Really, really worried. Passing Athrun in the long passageway, the blue-haired boy did not even do as much as register his presence. Nichol's cheerful greeting was ignored, as if he was nothing but a floating, aimless ghost. His face look sunken, his eyes were red, and his hair was disheveled. There seemed to be a new air of coldness around him, chilling his heart and soul every second.
But Nichol understood.
'He must've just visited Kira again' he thought. Nichol knew what happens after every time Athrun visited Kira. He would find an empty storeroom, and cried his eyes out. Every single time. He had heard too many times the heartbreaking sobs, but unable to do anything. Athrun seemed to have taken this too hard, blaming himself for Kira Yamato's current well-being.
Gazing at Athrun until he turned to a junction, Nichol shook his head sadly. He was the closest to Athrun compared to Yzak and Dearka. He knew Athrun more, became a place Athrun share his secrets and dreams to. He had done the same, shared his dreams to Athrun, his desires, his passions.
Now, without the usual Athrun, Nichol often have too much free time to use. Usually he would have spent the free time with Athrun, but now that seem so far away. Impossible, even. Feeling lonely, Nichol wandered aimlessly, and stopped at Dearka's door. Without opening it, he had already known that Dearka was not in his room. He had once stumbled on his lovemaking with Yzak, and made to swear to never tell anyone about it. Nichol knew which days they were both free. And on those days they will be together, he was told. Nichol blushed at the thought and walked on, feeling bored and lonely.
When Athrun finally returned to his room, there was a message waiting for him on the monitor. Athrun took of his shirt and laid it on his simple single bed, and took a bottle from a stand to drink before he focused on the contents of the message.
It was from Lieutenant Krueze.
'Athrun Zala', it said, as Athrun read slowly under his breath, 'Please be informed to report to me on 0600 tomorrow. Special case Law 56, Column 2. Please read the information attached below'.
This was nothing new, but Athrun wondered on the phrase, 'special case'. Shrugging it off, he clicked his mouse to download the attachments. Without waiting, he grabbed his towel and slipped off his remaining garments and made way to his toilet. 0600 is only a couple of hours away, and he'd need time to look presentable. With his tear-stained face, and a runny nose, along with disheveled hair, Athrun doubted Lieutenant Krueze would be pleased.
He was, after all, his lover.
A warship is still a warship after all. Wherever Nichol looked, everybody was too busy working to take much notice in him. He walked on, hoping for someone he could talk to to ease his boredom. After half an hour, he stopped for a drink from the canteen. Nichol walked some more, not really paying attention to the direction he was heading.
Nichol was somewhat startled when he realized the place he was in. It wasn't as if the place was restricted or anything. He was given authority to the whole ship.
Nichol just stared at the security device in front of him blankly, the automatic device which automatically asked for the security card. He stared at the iron door, one which embalmed the words 'Prisoner Cells' on it.
Sense- I'd like to have a word here. I'm extremely suicidal, so if I didn't update for more than a week then it means that I have already died.
The next chapter is guaranteed, though. I didn't waste my time for nothing.
Reviews are appreciated. If there are new ideas I might do more chapters.
