Chapter 4

Warnings: Some AU, angst, non-con, yaoi.
:::blah::: Thoughts
*blah* emphasis
-blah- flashback


Retrained: Ch. 4- Stream of Consiousness (Teaser)


By Weißabe

Trowa had decided to stay up later than his lover, to tie up loose ends in Quatre's latest business deal- a merger
between two competing steel manufacturers. Steel was very rare to see on such a dry colony, and the making
one big company would be smarter not only to save cost, but for consumer-company interaction as well.
Picking up the phone from Quatre's office, he dialed the number of the former rival company's owner to discuss
the appropiate number of employees to hire or let go of.
"Hello?"
"Hello, this is Trowa Barton, Quatre Winner's partner. I'm calling in reference to-" "*Beep beep beep!*" "Um,
excuse me for a moment, Mr. Rivera- I have another incoming call." Trowa quickly clicked over.
"Hello?"
There was a moment of silence. Then a calm, even "Hello."
Trowa immediately recognized the voice. "Hi, Heero." He dropped the business-like manner he had adopted,
even though the change wasn't that noticeable. "What's up?"
Another period of silence. "Hello-"
"Have you ever had to deal with rape?"
Trowa started. That would have been the last thing he would have espected Heero to inquire about. He took a
deep breath; Heero was a friend. He wasn't asking to be nosy, he always had a good reason for everything he did.
"Yes, Heero, I- I have."
Trowa heard the silent, brief hesitation. But he knew better; what Yuy wanted to know, Yuy usually learned.
"Tell me, Trowa. . . what does a rape victim usually feel at the time, and afterwards?"
Trowa closed his eyes and clenched his jaw; he *so* just wanted to crawl back into bed and snuggle up next to
the warm body of his koi. But. . . first things first.
"You feel. . . you feel this sort of. . . despair overwhelming you. No, wait. . . it's like. . . this cloud of utter desolation
and hopelessness enveloping your soul, and. . . all you want to do is die and have some piece of mind, which the. . .
rapist. . . is slowly destroying.
"The first thrust. . . especially if you're a, um. . . virgin. . . is when your state of denial flares into a big bubble and is
shattered. . . you begin accepting the fact, that you're. . . being raped. Once you do this, you start to lose your grip
on reality in a subconsious effort to detach yourself from the situation. You sit there numbly, until it's over. And
when it is, you go into an almost. . .catatonic state. And. . . your really sort of stay there, until. . . you get help."
Trowa's voice had become distant, and his eyes were glazed over and unblinking. Heero couldn't see the changes,
but he could sense them.
"I'm sorry for bringing up such a painful subject for you, Trowa. But, you've helped me a lot. I'll let you get some rest,
okay?" Heero hung up before Trowa could respond.
:::Okay. Surely Dr. J has extensive resources available on psychology, and emotional trauma. I'll gather all the
pertinent information, be Duo's head shrink, and get him back to his full piloting capabilities again. Then, hopefully, we
can move past this whole incident.:::
As Heero moved to open his laptop, his message notifier beeped. Surprised, he quickly opened the message.
:::Of course. Dr. J's response to my mission log data.:::

Pilot 01:

I have read the results of your latest assignment and must say, I am not pleased with the results. Duo is an
emotional person; he should be in a much worse mental state than what you reported. As a result of your
mission failure, I will have you rape Duo again, and again, and again, until I am satisfied with the results.
You *will* regress back to your original programming. Understood?

Heero understood alright. He understood that he'd have to inflict even worse emotional and physical damage to Duo if
Dr. J would ever be satisfied.

Doctor:

Mission request received and understood.

Heero stood and went to awake the dozing American.



*screams* ARRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHH!!!! I am so not satisfied with the way that chapter turned out, which is why
I went back and put "teaser" next to it. That way, whatever dumb things I've put into it, I can be excused to take out ^.^
Yes. I am just that smart.