WYLS
by Karma-chan
THIS STORY IS RATED R - for language and adult situations. Including yaoi (slash) and het implications.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I barely own my car. Please don't sue. College students don't make good Sugar Daddies...or Mommas...or whatever. Besides, this is definitely for entertainment purposes only. I work in hell for money. Writing demented fics is fun!
Warning: Reading this fic could be dangerous for your health. Especially if you attempt to do so while driving. Or something else that requires your senses to be concentrating on doing it, and not reading. Get it? Who cares! Must warn you kiddies about the language. Yep, language is used! But, I mean the "adult" type. OH, and adult situations. Implied yaoi, implied hetro. OOC, author doing origami to make things fit, and a bit of Relena bashing. If you don't like it, bite it. I mean, leave. NOW ...
Part 8: The Day Justicice Left the Scene
Wufei was aware. Well, in a way. He could see nothing but a swirling blackness. But he could hear. He was surrounded by strange noises. Mostly mechanical, though there was the occaisional scuff that let him know he was not alone. Which, in his body's current condition - being strapped to some sort of table, that is - was not a good thing. Well, even if he had been alone, he wouldn't have cared for it that much. That much equalling not at all, of course. He was distracted by a strange beeping noise.
"Incoming call." The voice was definitely familiar, but the Chinese boy couldn't place it. Wufei stopped trying to think of who it could be when a more familiar voice spoke.
"Ah. Finally. How's it going?" That was the director! What was his name...ah, yes..Ted.
"It would be going better if he'd snap out of it." A different voice. Strange.
"Well, I guess that means you've made zero progress," Ted snapped.
"Sir, he's been thoroughly shocked. The events of the past week have been too much for him to handle! He wasn't trained for this!" A fourth voice sounded.
"Just how many people are here?" Wufei's mind wondered. Then he concentrated on the last remark. "Trained?" He thought. The scientists! All of them? That was ...weird.
"Well, I'm just so sorry that the master of justice spewing can't handle a few rambunctious cast members!" Ted screamed. Then he snickered. "You guys should see the editing room floor! The stuff we've cut would give Heero Yuy a permanent drool line, that's for sure! I can't wait to release the un-rated director's cut of this series! Man, will I..we..ever be rich!"
"At what cost?" That was Professor O.
"He'll be fine. In fact, he damn well better be more than fine in no time if you guys want a piece of this money making action! I want him back out there doing his..thing." Wufei swore he could hear the malicious smile in Ted's voice.
"I guess he could be retrained."
"Sounds like a plan, G.(5) Gotta go see how the boys and girls are doing with their spontaneous script changes! Later!"
"Re...trained?" Wufei thought. Oh, shit. His vision was beginning to lighten. He tried opening his eyes and found, to his amazement, he could. He blinked up at the white ceiling. Definitely some hospital or lab or something.
"He's awake!" The boy suddenly found himself surrounded by five scientists. He blinked up at them.
"Good," Professor O said as he checked Wufei's vitals, "we can begin the new training."
Wufei, who had a pretty good idea (like chiseled in granite) of what the new training was, decided he had finally had enough. His brain might be getting weak on him, but his body was still tip top. In an inhuman show of strength that would have made Yuy wish for an explosion, Wufei broke his bonds and jumped to a standing position on the table. He glared down at the five scientists.
"Justi...," He began, but something stopped him. The scientists were looking at him in an extremely familiar and disgusting manner. "Oh, hell fucking no!" He screamed, and ran from the building.
"Damn." Ted flipped off the view screen and crossed the scientists off the list.
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5 - for the second time, author shoots herself...
by Karma-chan
THIS STORY IS RATED R - for language and adult situations. Including yaoi (slash) and het implications.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I barely own my car. Please don't sue. College students don't make good Sugar Daddies...or Mommas...or whatever. Besides, this is definitely for entertainment purposes only. I work in hell for money. Writing demented fics is fun!
Warning: Reading this fic could be dangerous for your health. Especially if you attempt to do so while driving. Or something else that requires your senses to be concentrating on doing it, and not reading. Get it? Who cares! Must warn you kiddies about the language. Yep, language is used! But, I mean the "adult" type. OH, and adult situations. Implied yaoi, implied hetro. OOC, author doing origami to make things fit, and a bit of Relena bashing. If you don't like it, bite it. I mean, leave. NOW ...
Part 8: The Day Justicice Left the Scene
Wufei was aware. Well, in a way. He could see nothing but a swirling blackness. But he could hear. He was surrounded by strange noises. Mostly mechanical, though there was the occaisional scuff that let him know he was not alone. Which, in his body's current condition - being strapped to some sort of table, that is - was not a good thing. Well, even if he had been alone, he wouldn't have cared for it that much. That much equalling not at all, of course. He was distracted by a strange beeping noise.
"Incoming call." The voice was definitely familiar, but the Chinese boy couldn't place it. Wufei stopped trying to think of who it could be when a more familiar voice spoke.
"Ah. Finally. How's it going?" That was the director! What was his name...ah, yes..Ted.
"It would be going better if he'd snap out of it." A different voice. Strange.
"Well, I guess that means you've made zero progress," Ted snapped.
"Sir, he's been thoroughly shocked. The events of the past week have been too much for him to handle! He wasn't trained for this!" A fourth voice sounded.
"Just how many people are here?" Wufei's mind wondered. Then he concentrated on the last remark. "Trained?" He thought. The scientists! All of them? That was ...weird.
"Well, I'm just so sorry that the master of justice spewing can't handle a few rambunctious cast members!" Ted screamed. Then he snickered. "You guys should see the editing room floor! The stuff we've cut would give Heero Yuy a permanent drool line, that's for sure! I can't wait to release the un-rated director's cut of this series! Man, will I..we..ever be rich!"
"At what cost?" That was Professor O.
"He'll be fine. In fact, he damn well better be more than fine in no time if you guys want a piece of this money making action! I want him back out there doing his..thing." Wufei swore he could hear the malicious smile in Ted's voice.
"I guess he could be retrained."
"Sounds like a plan, G.(5) Gotta go see how the boys and girls are doing with their spontaneous script changes! Later!"
"Re...trained?" Wufei thought. Oh, shit. His vision was beginning to lighten. He tried opening his eyes and found, to his amazement, he could. He blinked up at the white ceiling. Definitely some hospital or lab or something.
"He's awake!" The boy suddenly found himself surrounded by five scientists. He blinked up at them.
"Good," Professor O said as he checked Wufei's vitals, "we can begin the new training."
Wufei, who had a pretty good idea (like chiseled in granite) of what the new training was, decided he had finally had enough. His brain might be getting weak on him, but his body was still tip top. In an inhuman show of strength that would have made Yuy wish for an explosion, Wufei broke his bonds and jumped to a standing position on the table. He glared down at the five scientists.
"Justi...," He began, but something stopped him. The scientists were looking at him in an extremely familiar and disgusting manner. "Oh, hell fucking no!" He screamed, and ran from the building.
"Damn." Ted flipped off the view screen and crossed the scientists off the list.
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5 - for the second time, author shoots herself...