Adventures In Tokyo
Disclaimer: No matter how many times I'd like to convince myself, Gundam Wing and all respective characters do not belong to me.
"So, shall we get started?"
Heero looked up coldly at his captor, who gave him a pouting frown. "Aw, is the big, strong, silent soldier not going to talk to me?" she asked in a babying voice, poking her sharp manicured nails into his chest with every adjective. "You know I'm going to make you talk one way or another." Heero remained silent, his icy prussian blue eyes challenging his enemy, even now. Akira smiled. "Very well, have it your way." She snapped her fingers and the door on the far side of the room slid open, and a metal cart was wheeled in. On the cart was a spread out towel with many things resting on top of it. Needles and scalpels winked up at Heero in the strange half light of the room. Medicine bottles and full syringes bubbled a deadly warning. And there was a single razor blade that was looking particularly lethal.
"I'm going to enjoy breaking you down," Akira said, picking up a scalpel and fondling it gently. "Piece by piece."
Heero closed his eyes and cleared his mind, forming barriers to the coming pain as he was trained to do. Only it never came. He opened his eyes immediately to see that Akira had replaced the scalpel on her tray of horrors and had picked up a syringe full of a sickly red liquid.
Akira glanced at him and squirted the syringe in the air to test it. "Are you sure there isn't anything you want to tell me Heero? No? Oh, that's OK. Prying it from your drug addled mind is always much more fun." She slunk next to Heero and brought the needle down swiftly to his immobilized arm. She let it hang, suspended in the air a few seconds, the razor sharp point mere millimeters from the surface of his skin. She caught his eye and winked, mocking his helplessness. And then she jammed her hand down into his arm with such viscous force it felt as though she had severed his arm from his body. But he did not scream, or give any signs of discomfort.
Akira stood there for what seemed like hours, long after the contents of the syringe had emptied into his blood stream. She hovered there, with the metallic needle impaled right through his arm, poking through the muscle and scratching at the bone. Heero gritted his teeth.
"Ouch?" Akira supplied, and yanked the needle out as abruptly and brutally as she had entered. Heero already felt a little dizzy.
"You know," Akira was saying, kneeling down on the floor next to him and propping her elbows up on the arm of his chair. "You are so dedicated it make me sick. No one cares what you do. If you tell, your friends will understand." Akira's voice was sounding distant now, muffled, as though she were talking from the other end of bad reception telephone. "No one will care. You'll only be saving yourself a lot of pain."
Heero moaned as a stabbing pain went searing through his body. His vision began to cloud. Akira smiled and affectionately stroked a bloody tangle of hair out of his face. "Are you getting sleepy Heero?" she whispered, her red eyes intense. "Do you have any bedtime stories to tell?" Heero moaned again and Akira got to her feet, then unexpectedly came and straddled his lap. She leaned forward, her face pressed up against his own. "No one needs to know you told me. I can keep a secret. No one would know"
Heero pulled himself out of his drug induced private hell long enough the register what Akira was saying. He smirked wryly. "I would know." He choked out, finding vomit in his own mouth. Vomit and blood. "And I wouldn't be able to live with myself any longer."
Akira let out a scream of frustration and unfurled a swift punch to the side of Heero's head. He took it without a word, and a small drizzle of blood leaked down the side of his face and splattered against his shirt.
"I think it's time for some more medicine." Akira hissed, and began to fill up another syringe.
Duo quickly punched in some numbers on his own mini computer (disguised as a compact as well o.o;;) and grinned triumphantly. "There!" he exclaimed, jabbing his finger from a highlighted dot on his monitor to a spot on the wall in front of them.
"The entrance is there!" Relena blinked doubtfully. "It looks like a regular brick wall to me." Duo was beginning to grow impatient. "Why does everyone always second guess me? I'm smart! I can be clever and witty! I can have plans! And I'm telling you the entrance is right there!" To prove his point, Duo took a running start and rammed into the wall with all his might. He succeeded…in loosing a few more brain cells and knocking himself silly. Relena rolled her eyes and snatched the compact away from Duo.
"Duo! A red dot means solid surface! Even *I* know that!"
"Oh…that would explain a lot."
Relena quickly typed in a few more numbers and a green dot appeared on the screen. Quickly, she moved aside some bushes and pointed at a brick that was a different color than the rest. "That's the entrance." Duo was preparing to smash into the point where Relena was pointing, when she stopped him. "Duo. You pull the brick."
"Oh…right."
Duo quickly gave the brick a good tug and the wall slid open to reveal a dark and dimly lit corridor, echoing with the sounds of prisoners moaning. And the steady, insistent leaky drip of water on water.
"The nightmare," Relena whispered to herself, a chill running up and down her spine. This was it. There was no turning back now.
"I'll find Utena, you go look for Heero." Duo whispered, and stepped slowly into the hallway. Relena nodded and took off down a corridor, her footsteps fading away until there was nothing but silence.
Heero was in a world of pain. His eyes were open, but it felt like they were closed. Colors and sound and light all ran together in his jumbled mind until he couldn't tell where one sense ended and another began. Pain shot through him like lightning, coming and going in pulses, but always there. Akira was there. Sometimes talking, or yelling, or hitting him. Blood would come, trickling down his face and down his throat. Or did the blood come from his throat to begin with? Heero couldn't tell, it was all one big unclear void. She had kissed him though. That much he was sure of. And he found that to be the worst torment of all, was her sick, twisted affection. She had kissed him. And laughed.
Dr. J trained him for torture. Heero knew that he wouldn't break. Heero knew he would never tell Akira anything. And Heero knew that he would die, taking his honor with him to the grave. *I'm sorry.* he thought. *I'm sorry.*
Duo slunk down the halls like a cat, his quick footed feet seeming to hover above the ground rather than walk on it. One thought swirled inside his head.
Utena. Find Utena.
He checked every holding cell he came to, only to find them empty or occupied by some torn, defeated soul. He scoured every inch of the building, doing an excellent job of remaining undetected by the many guards on constant patrol. Finally, the only room left was the execution cell. Duo gulped, typed in the code he had stolen into the keypad and entered the room.
A woman sat in the corner, her arms wrapped around her knees, rocking. She looked like a skeleton trying to pass off as a human. Her eyes were hollow and empty, receding so far back into her skull that Duo could see the outline of her eye socket through her papery white skin. Her long black hair was stringy and matted with dirt. It hung in clumps at her shoulders, shadowing her face from view. Duo blinked. This was Wufei's mom?
"Mrs. Chang??" he asked gently, taking a step toward her. She recoiled at the sound of his voice, then jumped quickly to her feet.
"No, stay back!" she cried in a raspy voice, her eyes wide in panic. "No more! You won't take me! I'm a person, not a toy for you and your filthy soldiers! Not your toy!" Utena Chang collapsed to the floor, sobbing into her hands, while Duo stood there dumfounded. Poor woman has been through hell and back, Duo thought sadly, She must be wishing they could kill her and be done with it.
"Mrs. Chang," Duo began again. "I'm not an OZ soldier. I'm here to help you. I know your son and,"
"Wufei?" Utena gasped, picking her head out of her hands and scrambling to her feet. "Wufei, is that you?"
"N- er, yes. Yes it's me. We have to get out of here, er, Mom!" Duo exclaimed with vigor, watching as the poor woman before him reached out to hug him with arms that were as thing as twigs. Duo led Utena out of the cell, supporting her every movement afraid that she might simply snap in half.
"Come on, the exit is this way," Duo whispered, leading her through the shadows as quietly as possible.
"God bless you son, God bless you."
Disclaimer: No matter how many times I'd like to convince myself, Gundam Wing and all respective characters do not belong to me.
"So, shall we get started?"
Heero looked up coldly at his captor, who gave him a pouting frown. "Aw, is the big, strong, silent soldier not going to talk to me?" she asked in a babying voice, poking her sharp manicured nails into his chest with every adjective. "You know I'm going to make you talk one way or another." Heero remained silent, his icy prussian blue eyes challenging his enemy, even now. Akira smiled. "Very well, have it your way." She snapped her fingers and the door on the far side of the room slid open, and a metal cart was wheeled in. On the cart was a spread out towel with many things resting on top of it. Needles and scalpels winked up at Heero in the strange half light of the room. Medicine bottles and full syringes bubbled a deadly warning. And there was a single razor blade that was looking particularly lethal.
"I'm going to enjoy breaking you down," Akira said, picking up a scalpel and fondling it gently. "Piece by piece."
Heero closed his eyes and cleared his mind, forming barriers to the coming pain as he was trained to do. Only it never came. He opened his eyes immediately to see that Akira had replaced the scalpel on her tray of horrors and had picked up a syringe full of a sickly red liquid.
Akira glanced at him and squirted the syringe in the air to test it. "Are you sure there isn't anything you want to tell me Heero? No? Oh, that's OK. Prying it from your drug addled mind is always much more fun." She slunk next to Heero and brought the needle down swiftly to his immobilized arm. She let it hang, suspended in the air a few seconds, the razor sharp point mere millimeters from the surface of his skin. She caught his eye and winked, mocking his helplessness. And then she jammed her hand down into his arm with such viscous force it felt as though she had severed his arm from his body. But he did not scream, or give any signs of discomfort.
Akira stood there for what seemed like hours, long after the contents of the syringe had emptied into his blood stream. She hovered there, with the metallic needle impaled right through his arm, poking through the muscle and scratching at the bone. Heero gritted his teeth.
"Ouch?" Akira supplied, and yanked the needle out as abruptly and brutally as she had entered. Heero already felt a little dizzy.
"You know," Akira was saying, kneeling down on the floor next to him and propping her elbows up on the arm of his chair. "You are so dedicated it make me sick. No one cares what you do. If you tell, your friends will understand." Akira's voice was sounding distant now, muffled, as though she were talking from the other end of bad reception telephone. "No one will care. You'll only be saving yourself a lot of pain."
Heero moaned as a stabbing pain went searing through his body. His vision began to cloud. Akira smiled and affectionately stroked a bloody tangle of hair out of his face. "Are you getting sleepy Heero?" she whispered, her red eyes intense. "Do you have any bedtime stories to tell?" Heero moaned again and Akira got to her feet, then unexpectedly came and straddled his lap. She leaned forward, her face pressed up against his own. "No one needs to know you told me. I can keep a secret. No one would know"
Heero pulled himself out of his drug induced private hell long enough the register what Akira was saying. He smirked wryly. "I would know." He choked out, finding vomit in his own mouth. Vomit and blood. "And I wouldn't be able to live with myself any longer."
Akira let out a scream of frustration and unfurled a swift punch to the side of Heero's head. He took it without a word, and a small drizzle of blood leaked down the side of his face and splattered against his shirt.
"I think it's time for some more medicine." Akira hissed, and began to fill up another syringe.
Duo quickly punched in some numbers on his own mini computer (disguised as a compact as well o.o;;) and grinned triumphantly. "There!" he exclaimed, jabbing his finger from a highlighted dot on his monitor to a spot on the wall in front of them.
"The entrance is there!" Relena blinked doubtfully. "It looks like a regular brick wall to me." Duo was beginning to grow impatient. "Why does everyone always second guess me? I'm smart! I can be clever and witty! I can have plans! And I'm telling you the entrance is right there!" To prove his point, Duo took a running start and rammed into the wall with all his might. He succeeded…in loosing a few more brain cells and knocking himself silly. Relena rolled her eyes and snatched the compact away from Duo.
"Duo! A red dot means solid surface! Even *I* know that!"
"Oh…that would explain a lot."
Relena quickly typed in a few more numbers and a green dot appeared on the screen. Quickly, she moved aside some bushes and pointed at a brick that was a different color than the rest. "That's the entrance." Duo was preparing to smash into the point where Relena was pointing, when she stopped him. "Duo. You pull the brick."
"Oh…right."
Duo quickly gave the brick a good tug and the wall slid open to reveal a dark and dimly lit corridor, echoing with the sounds of prisoners moaning. And the steady, insistent leaky drip of water on water.
"The nightmare," Relena whispered to herself, a chill running up and down her spine. This was it. There was no turning back now.
"I'll find Utena, you go look for Heero." Duo whispered, and stepped slowly into the hallway. Relena nodded and took off down a corridor, her footsteps fading away until there was nothing but silence.
Heero was in a world of pain. His eyes were open, but it felt like they were closed. Colors and sound and light all ran together in his jumbled mind until he couldn't tell where one sense ended and another began. Pain shot through him like lightning, coming and going in pulses, but always there. Akira was there. Sometimes talking, or yelling, or hitting him. Blood would come, trickling down his face and down his throat. Or did the blood come from his throat to begin with? Heero couldn't tell, it was all one big unclear void. She had kissed him though. That much he was sure of. And he found that to be the worst torment of all, was her sick, twisted affection. She had kissed him. And laughed.
Dr. J trained him for torture. Heero knew that he wouldn't break. Heero knew he would never tell Akira anything. And Heero knew that he would die, taking his honor with him to the grave. *I'm sorry.* he thought. *I'm sorry.*
Duo slunk down the halls like a cat, his quick footed feet seeming to hover above the ground rather than walk on it. One thought swirled inside his head.
Utena. Find Utena.
He checked every holding cell he came to, only to find them empty or occupied by some torn, defeated soul. He scoured every inch of the building, doing an excellent job of remaining undetected by the many guards on constant patrol. Finally, the only room left was the execution cell. Duo gulped, typed in the code he had stolen into the keypad and entered the room.
A woman sat in the corner, her arms wrapped around her knees, rocking. She looked like a skeleton trying to pass off as a human. Her eyes were hollow and empty, receding so far back into her skull that Duo could see the outline of her eye socket through her papery white skin. Her long black hair was stringy and matted with dirt. It hung in clumps at her shoulders, shadowing her face from view. Duo blinked. This was Wufei's mom?
"Mrs. Chang??" he asked gently, taking a step toward her. She recoiled at the sound of his voice, then jumped quickly to her feet.
"No, stay back!" she cried in a raspy voice, her eyes wide in panic. "No more! You won't take me! I'm a person, not a toy for you and your filthy soldiers! Not your toy!" Utena Chang collapsed to the floor, sobbing into her hands, while Duo stood there dumfounded. Poor woman has been through hell and back, Duo thought sadly, She must be wishing they could kill her and be done with it.
"Mrs. Chang," Duo began again. "I'm not an OZ soldier. I'm here to help you. I know your son and,"
"Wufei?" Utena gasped, picking her head out of her hands and scrambling to her feet. "Wufei, is that you?"
"N- er, yes. Yes it's me. We have to get out of here, er, Mom!" Duo exclaimed with vigor, watching as the poor woman before him reached out to hug him with arms that were as thing as twigs. Duo led Utena out of the cell, supporting her every movement afraid that she might simply snap in half.
"Come on, the exit is this way," Duo whispered, leading her through the shadows as quietly as possible.
"God bless you son, God bless you."