Title: A Pull upon a Thread
Chapter: Breaking the Rules
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this fanfiction.
Beta: Standingontherooftops, Amanda and Heartless-and-Suicidal
Pairings: 3x4 2xH mention of 6xN, 1xR and 5xS 5xoc
Warning: Lemon, lime, violence, use of strong language and adult themes. Chapter 9 is very dark.
Summary: Duo has been assigned a mission that is very dangerous and will put his loved ones at risk. Duo asks if Hilde will stay with Trowa and Quatre just to put his mind at ease. But when Duo doesn't come back from the mission Hilde and Quatre start to worry. Duo couldn't have disappeared at a worse time.
Authors Notes: ATTENTION! Please people I haven't been getting any comments on my work in a while and I really do like having them, even if their just "update soon" or one worded comments. They keep me going people. Please don't make me write just because I have an idea, I wanna write to entertain as well. Please guys. Just one message xxxxx
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L4 – Down Town
21:00PM – 8th May A.C. 198
Quat slowly walked through the dark and dingy streets of the old down town apartment blocks. These buildings hadn't been used for many years and they were expected to been knocked down with in the next year for new renovations. It was hard to believe that anyone would be even around here these days. Quatre sighed as he pulled his long trench coat closer to him to keep the cold from hitting his delicate skin. He didn't want to be here but he had to be. Things where too costly for him to lose… and he couldn't afford to lose anymore, not after what he had heard. Quatre turned a corner and there in front of him stood the place he was looking for. The large building that would soon be thrown to the ground quicker than it had been raised.
Quatre knocked on the door three times before it slowly and creepily opened. Quatre bit his lip before hesitantly taking a step blindly into the unknown. Once he was inside the room and the door had slammed closed behind him like in the horror films, he stood quietly waiting for his eyes to adjust to the light of the room. It didn't seem like much (not that he had been expecting anything fancy) in the room, a large well used sofa on the back door next to the door way leading to, from what he could see a stairway. To the left was two chairs facing the same direction as he did, there appeared to be something on the wall he was looking at but he couldn't tell; a TV perhaps? To his right Quatre saw a small table, able to fit four people around it with two chairs next to it. Then past the bed was something that made Quatre's stomach churn. A bed… It didn't matter what colour the bed was, or what material the sheets where or even if it was clean… Quatre knew what he was getting himself into but the reasons he was doing it hurt him and would always hurt him every time he would look in to Trowa's eyes.
"Glad to see you made it young Master Winner," Quatre cringed as he heard those words ring in his ears. The lights suddenly flickered on and his eyes hurt so much. The light was too bright for Quatre's darkness adjusted eyes. Quatre rubbed his eyes and looked towards the stair way door. There stood the man from the theatre. The man who had threatened him with his friends eyes, the one who was still doing it. Quatre pulled his coat closer to his body as the man's eyes gazed over him. "Now, that wasn't a part of our deal was it?" He asked with a dark chuckle in his throat. Quatre growled low in his throat making the man smirk. Slowly the man walked over to Quatre and held his (Quatre's) chin up. Quatre never dared look into the man's eyes. He could never… The man walked behind Quatre and tugged on the collar of the coat. "Take it off," he commanded.
Quatre gulped and closed his eyes. Please forgive me Trowa, he whispered in his mind hoping his lover would be alright. Quatre took two deep breaths before letting his only warmth, the coat, and flow down his arms and down to land on the floor. Quatre felt a shiver run through his spine as the cold unfeeling air caressed his skin. The man smirked and chuckled behind Quatre.
"You're more delicate than I thought," he smirked and grabbed Quatre's arm roughly, "and more delicious." He licked his lips, and smirked. "I'm going to have fun with you." Quatre whimpered as he was yanked to the left, towards the chairs and the flat screen TV which he now saw. The guy sat down in the chair and then pulled Quatre on to his lap. Quatre squirmed as the man wrapped his arms around the boy's waist. This felt nothing like what Trowa did. The man pulled Quatre back and he could feel the hot breath on his neck. "So light as well…"
Suddenly the TV burst into life showing another man with messed up brown hair looking directly at them. Quatre blushed, there was a camera on the TV…. This brown haired man could see what the other man was going to do to him. The man on the screen smirked.
"I see you got the boy, Michael," he smirked again. Quatre felt like the man was looking him up and down. Quatre whimpers as Michael's grip around his waist tightened. One of Michael's hands lowered and rubbed the top of Quatre's thighs. Quatre whimpered again.
"I certainly did, James," Michael smirked and ground up into the whimpering boy. "Maybe once I'm done you can have him." Quatre didn't want to do this and stated to squirm more, trying to get out of the man's grip. Michael slapped Quatre's leg, "shut up you little brat! You know what will happen if you disobey!" Quatre quietened down once he remembered why he was doing this. James chuckled as he watched Quatre's weak attempt at escape.
"Don't worry Michael, I've got something that will make him behave for you," stated James with a smirk. Michael raised an eyebrow at what his friend had just said. James's smirk grew, "allow me to introduce the wonderful and talented Mr Barton." Quatre's eyes widened as the words rang through his ears. James had moved back and to the left of the camera showing a body behind him.
A small single light was shining on a battered body held in a chair. The legs of the person were chained to the iron chair's legs. The boys hands where pulled behind the back of the chair and chained together, so tight that it pinched the boy's once smooth skin. His clothes where ripped beyond repair. His head was lowered with material held under his uni-bang, which fell on one side of his head, covered his eyes. The soft brown hair covered with bits of mud and dust. His skin was pale and dirty, like he had been blindly dragged through the mud.
A tear fell from Quatre's eye. After trying to save his lover, he had already been hurt. Everything Quatre was now doing was in vain. Quatre felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. No… he didn't want to see this. He would rather go back through the war than to see this.
"Now, let me show you what will happen if you don't listen to my friend Michael by here," James said and slowly walked over to Trowa. Quatre whimpered and tried to get out of Michael's grasps as he saw the whip dangling in James's hand. James raised his hand and let the motion of the whip hit its target on the chest, but only a grunt came forth from Trowa.
Quatre whimpered and struggled more. So much so that Michael grabbed the cuffs he had on the small table by the chair and attached them to Quatre's wrists behind his back. Quatre whimpered as he watched James hurl the whip down against Trowa's body again and again and again… Every time the snap of the whip echoed in Quatre's ears a twang of pain hit his body. The curse of empathy was happening now. Quatre could see Michael smirking out of the corner of his eyes; did he know of Quatre's empathy? He must have… Michael use to work for Quatre's father. The pain of empathy, physical and betrayal was too much for Quatre to bear.
"TROWA!" Quatre screamed out of the top of his voice hopping that it would help Trowa finally fight back, to help him release some of the pain in his body and to also somehow stop the whipping; which it did.
James ceased his whipping of Trowa. Trowa's head shot up the moment his name was called. Quatre shouted it again and his ear tuned into the sound. His throat was dry, too dry but he tried to mouth the words of his lover's name. Quatre saw it and his eyes tiered up. Quatre watched as Trowa tried to pull himself free but to no avail. The chains where to damn thick… Quatre's eyes widened as he watched James walk in front of Trowa. He knelt down and slammed his fist into Trowa's crotch.
"You better thank you're God that you got to hear the boy's voice one last time," said James as he held tighter at Trowa's crotch. "If I were Michael I wouldn't have even let you hear his voice again. It's a petty mind you." James said releasing Trowa and walking to stand to whisper in Trowa's ears. "It's a shame you can't see him. He's so helpless and delicate sitting there in those tight shorts and slick blue top, sitting on Michael's lap, hands bound. It's a sight." Trowa growled. "I'm sure Michael will take good care of the boy and maybe if he's good, Michael will let you fuck him one last time before you are executed." James smirked and hit Trowa's stomach. "That is, if you can ever get it up again."
A scream came from Trowa's dry throat. Quatre cried as he saw Trowa scream in pain. No, this shouldn't have happened. It shouldn't have…
"James I'll let you deal with the Preventer, now that we know which pilot he is," Michael said with a large smirk on his face as he lazily whipped away Quatre's tears.
"Got ya," James replied, and with the screen went blank leaving Quatre in fits of tears, pain from Trowa and guilt for being with this man.
"Now let's see what I can get out of you," commented Michael.
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L4 – Winner Residence
3:33AM – 9th May A.C. 198
The steam covered the bathroom in a foggy, wet coat. The shower had gone on for an hour and yet Quatre couldn't get clean. This body was fine but inside he felt horrible. He had taken so long letting the shower run that even the walls were sucking in the moister. Quatre hadn't picked up the soap in over 50 minutes. He just couldn't bring himself to do anything but stand there and let his skin burn under the hot water. His mind couldn't register anything, but what had happened to him that night. Seeing Trowa, the whipping, being bound down, being… taken…
"Do what I say tonight and he will be released so that the Preventers can find him…"
"How can I trust you?"
"You can't…"
Quatre burst into tears as he thought about the deal that he had promised for Trowa's release. He would do anything to get his lover back but would he be able to communicate with Trowa, to make love with Trowa. Would he take Quatre back after what he knew he had done to save him? Quatre leaned against the shower wall and fell to the floor.
"Trowa!"
"Quatre!"
Quatre pulled his knees up and held them close to his body and cried hysterically. It wasn't fair! It just wasn't! All Quatre could hope for now was that Trowa was safe and sound and that he would be treated for his injuries.
"The Preventers will be given a signal for him. He'll get back and you will see him but you must return to me…"
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Sanc Shuttle Port – Sanc Kingdom
10:30 AM – 10th May A.C. 198
Relena sighed as she waited patiently for her brother and fiancé to come out of the bagging area. Relena thought them to be tired and grumpy when they walked out of that door way towards the awaiting families of workers. What where you to expect from a 2day shuttle ride from Mars to Earth? Well in reality it looked like had had an amazing night sleep and a good hearty meal in their stomach. Relena wondered if she had ever seen her brother and Noin this nice looking after working for so long.
The moment that Noin's eyes were on Relena it was like to high school teenagers who hadn't seen each other over the summer. Relena and Noin flew towards each other and hugged each other like a mother hugging her daughter on graduation day. Noin had always been like a mother or older sister to Relena. It was just nice to see Noin after so long. Both smiled and giggle as they held each other. They pulled away and Relena smiled as she saw her brother lugging both bags towards her. Zechs gave a big one armed hug and a loving kiss on top of her head.
"It's good to see you again Relena," whispered Zechs in her ear making her smile. It had been almost a year and a half since her brother had stolen her place of the Terraforming project. She smiled as he released her.
"It's so nice to see you after so long," Noin commented receiving another hug from Noin. Before Relena could say anything her phone began to ring in her side pocket. Relena reached into her pocket and saw the caller ID as Lady Une. Une only ever called her on her phone if it was urgent. She quickly pressed the phone to her ear.
"Une what's wrong?" From the moments those words left Relena's mouth Noin and Zechs knew that it was an important call. They waited patiently only hearing Relena's side of the conversation. "What do you mean by Mission X? No I didn't know Trowa and Duo where on a mission at all…." She bit her lip as Noin and Zechs looked at each other worriedly. "What do you mean they went missing?"
Alarm bells went off in Noin's head. She had looked after the boys and remembered her amazing times with them on Peacemillion. Trowa and Duo where certainly too opposing characters in Noin's books when it came to their outlook but they were amazing as a team.
"HE'S WHAT!" Noin jumped as she heard Relena exclaim down the phone. Not good, thought Noin. "Ok I will thank you," she whispered and closed her phone. Relena looked up at Noin and Zechs with tears forming in her eyes.
"Relena…"
"Duo is missing on his mission," she whispered. She bit her lip and took a deep breath, "Trowa's in hospital… severely injured… they think someone compromised their mission…"
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Brussels – Preventers HQ
6:44PM – May 10th A.C.198
Wufei quickly wrote down the address that presented itself on the computer down on the small bit of paper. He hurriedly turned off the computer, grabbing his jacket and leaving before anyone could see him. Placing his jacket on made him look like every other Preventer on the evening shift, however Wufei was not there to work but to find something that if caught could suspend him for a good while. Wufei sighed as he finally made it out of there alive, no one suspecting him of anything and no one seeing him.
"So did you get her address?"
Wufei jumped and spun around as he heard the voice behind him. There with a smirk on his face and folded arms stood Heero Yuy. Wufei lets his hart rapidly decrease in speed as he saw his partners face in front of him. Wufei sighed as he saw Heero.
"Did you get the address?" Heero repeated again with his smirk getting bigger. Wufei knew that Heero already suspected what he was up to. Wufei sighed as he reached into his pocket to retrieve the piece of paper with Kazumi's address, but there was a slight problem… It wasn't there. Wufei quickly patted his pockets searching for his missing paper piece. Wufei started to panic as he searched three times in each pocket of the missing item only to be greeted by Heero holding the paper with a big grin on his lips. Wufei glared and snatched the paper off him and glared.
"Don't do that Yuy!" He growled annoyed by Heero's joke, "You're just like Maxwell!" Heero chuckled and smiled as he was being refered to like his best friend by his good friend.
"Come on, I'll give you a lift there," Heero spoke and turned to walk towards his car. Wufei paused as the words rang in his ears. Honestly, Wufei expected Heero to exploit him for what he had done. Guess he was wrong. He smiled and walked with Heero to the car.
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