Crippled

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Rating: um…strong R for the lang and more rape and beating…MEEP! GOMEN!

Pairings: uh…slight 1+3 at the end… but then there will be 1x3 later in the story! Or maybe 3x1...dunno. I'm gonna wing it! =^-^= but the other pairs are the rape ones….meanies. : (

Special note: THANK YOU LEIKO!!!!!! Aka: STEPH! =^-^= thank you very much for giving me feedback. I really appreciate it =^-^=

Oh yeah! In 'chapter one'…uh…that was in Heero's POV ^^;; I forgot to put that down…

Chapter two: Broken

Trowa's POV

I open my heavy eyes as I hear a creak. I scarcely see a stream of light poured through the opening door, leaving a small trail into my cell. It grows wilder as someone opens the door more. I'm too tired…I don't think that I can handle too much more. They barely let me get any sleep and I can't fight back really much anymore. I just don't have enough energy…

Three of them are here. Hell, they only need one now. But they don't know that. To them, I'm still exceedingly dangerous and they won't let their guards down this time. I inwardly snort at them. Stupid bastards. My original plan was to come here, get information and kill all of these inhumane beasts. You'd think that they forget me after all these years. But I was their favorite play toy. Still am apparently. The only thing that changed was that I'm thrown into a cell instead of my room. But that was never much of a room either. I had nothing in there. I can't remember much of it though. But nor do I care. I just want to stop remembering all of these nightmares.

I open my split and bruised lips and take a breath. Only to cough from faintly sucking in the blood that pools around my head. Ugh…my head hurts… I have one hell of a headache again. Each throb causes sharp pains to stab in my head, leaving a heated pressure in its wake. My one lung's filled. I can't remember which is left or right at this moment, but I know that blood is still pouring in it. And the chipped dagger that they had so nicely cut me with is buried in that filling lung. I failed my mission. I won't be coming back. I just wanna die.

One of the guards came around to my side. I know that his glistening eyes of sick amusement are raking over my nude and damaged body. I'd throw up, but I don't have anything in my stomach. I weakly and hoarsely cry as that guard steps down on the dagger, and I can feel the ridge blade move slowly in. He stops after the base of the wobbly handle pushed into my skin, then he kicks me over. I feel a snap and then feel the handle of the blade laying sideways underneath my back. In a cell nearby, I hear yelling. I dimly make out what they say though…

"Hey Nanashi! Guess what!" that voice…it belongs to Alex. Great. He's such a sadist. They all are really. But he's the biggest one. I can't help but shudder when he speaks. This action causes them all to laugh. That was probably the bastard who broke the dagger in me. Prick. He kicks me in my jaw leans down.

"One of those puny punks came for ya." I can just see that twisted grin in my head. It's so fucking scary that it literally gives you goose bumps when you see it.

"Oh yeah, he'za beut. Thick dark brown hair…fiery blue eyes…golden tan skin…short, but he's sure well built. Too bad he'll never get the chance to use it, " he continued. They all crack up with laughter at his last comment, "Yeah. 'fraid that we gotta kill that lil' stallion. He reminds me of you a lil' Nanashi." Think Trowa….think! Thick dark brown hair….blue eyes…golden skin…sh-HEERO!

"Yep, and you're gonna pay him a lil' visit with us. Ya know, so he can see how our lil' toy's doin'. 'N' show him how to," he brought his mouth close to my ear, "use you…" my eyes snap open at his double meaning and my face burns as he looks at me promisingly. The last thing I need right now is for Heero to see me like that…

"No…" damn. I can't believe that fuckin' raspy whisper belongs to me. My face heats up more as I try to hide it into the floor and blood. Should have figured. Those fuckers are whooping with laughter now. Guess that they got something to tell the boys for when they go to lunch.

"Pricks…" oh shit…that wasn't supposed to come out…and they heard it…damn…the wind is knocked out of me once more as someone repeatedly kicks my stomach while one is going at my back. I know that Alex is the one who's to blame for the extra pain in my head. He brings his heel down on my temple and I swear that I literally see stars and white orbs in my vision.

"Alright. That's it. Let's take the little slattern to the other and show him why he's not boss." Damn you Alex! I can't even fight back! Do you know how much disgust is going to be planted on Heero's face… anybody but him…please…do it in front of anybody but him…I can feel tears gather at the corner of my eyes…this is really not my week…

Heero's POV

I've been passed out for a couple hours. That makes me very happy… I didn't have to see those bastards and no one's touching me right now. All I have to do is just feign my sleep a little longer… I hear them murmuring upon one another. And the only that I care to catch is Trowa's name. A few pair of large hands roughly grab me and shake me until I open my eyes. I'm not showing them anything. Humph. I probably look like a dead body starring at them. And it creeps them out…I smirk inwardly.

"We've got a surprise for ya." the one said. He's got black hair that's streaked with gray at the roots. Disgusting. This old and touching a teenager like that. His gray blue eyes crinkle as he gives me a sloppy grin and clenches his fist in my hair, tugging me upwards and starring at the door. When I start to get irritated, the door slams open and a bloody, bruised, and broken nude body is plainly thrown next to me. I recognize the messy long, soft colored brown hair and jaded emerald eyes that are more deathly looking then mine.

…Trowa…but I can't show them that I care. They'll only hurt him more. And he looks like hell. And that's put nicely. He's not even looking at me. He's staring at the puddle of blood and semen that surrounds my body. He doesn't move, and he doesn't look like he's breathing…panic flares up, something that I'm unaccustomed to feel towards another person yet… he can't be dead… I want him to be alive… so he can live with me…

"NANASHI! YOU FUCKING LITTLE HARLOT!" I throw a nasty glare at the blonde haired man that called Trowa such a thing. The bastard walks over to Trowa and stomps on his right side on the rib cage, where a lot of blood is flowing out… I hear Trowa yelp and I'm quickly relieved to hear him alive. But at the same time, I start to shake with anger, I'm beyond the pissed off point… These poorly excused animals are gonna pay severely…

Gods…Trowa looks…horrible… He won't look me in the eyes…but I can't blame him…I don't really want to look him in the eyes either… That bastard who crushed Trowa is hastily shoving Trowa's legs apart. I hear one of them pop and a weak yet harsh gasp escapes Trowa in the process. Damn, looks like it's been dislocated, and those hurt like a bitch. The others are laughing again. But that's nothing new. I don't want to see what that bastard is going to do to Trowa. I know already. So I look less sternly at his face, only to find out that he hid it from me. He has his forehead leaning into the floor with his eyes squinted from the pain. I hear loud 'thud' sounds like rain as the others start kicking him.

"Stop kicking him you idiots! You're going to kick me!" Do it. Kick that smutty bastard. But don't kill him. Let me have that pleasure. My eyes downcast to Trowa's hands. They're at his side, close to me. And mine are locked and held upwards. I can't touch him… His fingers are trying to dig past the floor's surface and his face squinted for a sliver of a moment and remand impassive afterwards. I swear, if those jackasses don't stop laughing, I'm going to rip all of their voice boxes out once I get free…now they're laughing because I look pissed. And I'm a whole bunch fucking more than thoroughly pissed. They have a death wish…and I'm gonna play Shinigami for a little bit…

Trowa's POV

I can feel the round head of Alex's erection scraping against the shredded walls of my rectum and the shame burning in my face. I scratch at the floor since I have no other escape from the pain. I'm detached, I feel nothing emotionally except the shame, because Heero's there… he won't stop staring at me… and I'm scared… shit…of all the times I can't cry, tears are falling now. It's because I keep thinking that Heero's not going to want to touch me… he probably hates me because it's because of me that he got stuck in this situation. It's because of me he's getting raped… it's because of me…that he'll never want to feel human… but he is human. He just doesn't see it.

I don't care about what these people are doing to my body, I do care about that Heero's seeing this. He's going to be so different around me now… I don't know what I could do… if I survive, and Heero too, I'm going to stay away as far as possible from everyone and live in the shadows again. But if I do that, I know that my heart will die from the pain of being so far from Heero… but if I stayed with him and the others…he would be further from me there than any distance…

My body shakes with the force of each thrust until I remain still, due to the shuddering body above me. The sticky fluid is leaking out and it nauseates me to no end because it's his. .. When he finishes, he roughly pulls out and shoves my dislocated leg, making my hands claw at Heero's side unconsciously. Shit…he's gonna kill me for that one…

"Well Nanashi, I'm in a good mood. So I'll let you stay with your little friend while we're at lunch. But trust me," he grabbed my hair again. He's loves doing that. It makes him feel more in control, "pull any funny shit, and your friend over there," he jerked his head towards Heero, "will get some playtime with us along with you…" he promised darkly. I hate that bastard… they already touched him, marking him with their dirty presence. But he's still pure, still fighting… I don't believe that I'm going to get out anymore. I'm going to die either from lack of food, or lack of blood.

Heero remains silent while they're still in here. But as soon as those bastards leave, I hear him move over to me. I make a correction of what I'm going to die of. I'm going to die of the results of one pissed of Heero Yuy. I should at least apologize…I owe him that least… he doesn't deserve any of this…

"I'm sorry…" I softly whisper. I can't hide the sorrow damn it. I'm just too tired…

"Sorry?" he replied as equally soft. Soft? That's not the Yuy style… wait…he must be pushing into this one because of what happen to him. Because "it's my fault…"

"You're fault…" oh my god…I'm a fucking idiot… since when did my mouth blab without me thinking to do so?! If I just ignore him, maybe he'll stop his questions… I hear him move over more. And feel him rest his locked arms gently on my back. This is where I'll die. But I don't care. He's doing me a favor that I don't deserve. But he doesn't deserve this… it's my fault he's here…I had to do this alone…I couldn't let them come near the Barton association. I had to be cocky and think that I could handle this all on my own. I couldn't in the past, so why did I think that I could now? It's my fault that he's hurt…especially when he could have been safe from it…it's my fault that they're treating him like trash… he should be loved… it's my fault… and now… he'll probably never love anyone…and that's my fault… I killed the only chance of him gaining trust, faith, and love. And it's all my fault…I'm as dirty as these bastards here. It's all my fault… he hates me… he'll never forgive me… I'll never forgive me… I couldn't protect him… he's here… and it's my fault…

I feel hot tears stream down my face now…I'm crying. I'm crying for him because I know that he'll never do it. I can't do it for myself. So how I managed to do it for him? I love him…I'll do anything for him… I'll protect him…but that silent promise was broken…and it's all my fault…

It's funny now. I'm sobbing and I can't tell him why. But he doesn't say anything. He probably thinks that I'm weak. But I feel his strong fingers soothingly stroking through the bottom of my hair and he leans forward and rests his head on my quivering shoulder. This must be another one of my dreams… my mind is trying to get me ready for an encounter with Heero…Heero would never act like this…especially now because of what they did to him…no…what I did to him…but he has comforted me when I had nightmares before… is this real? Oddly enough…my body and heart are screaming that it is. They're overruling my mind…

"I'm sorry…" that's all I can say… not 'I love you,' 'please forgive me,' just 'I'm sorry.' But not why. I've turn myself cold and antisocial…it's my fault that he'll never know that all I wanted for him was to finally be happy and truly live…and now he'll never…it's all…my…fault…

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That's chapter two! Depressing, ne? well, C&C's are welcomed! And I'm so sorry that the first 'chapter' is so short….*snorts* geez. So hopefully I made it up a lil' in this one. Oo! Finally! Heero and Trowa touch! But this part made me wanna cry a lil' ^^;; I just felt bad for Tro-ie… AND I'M STILL SEARCHING THROUGH MY DAMN ROOM! GAAAAAAAAAAAAREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHFH!! -_-;; too…much…paper and drawings and clothes…oh yeah, and yaoi stories! ^^;; I can't help iiiiiiiiittttttt!!!!!!! There's so many good authors out there!!! And I love the storheeeeeeeheeeesssss!!!! 'specially the 1x3s, 3x1s, 1+3s, and 3+1s. Not to mention the stories that deal with this: 1x2x3, 1x3x2 3x1x2 BUT NO DUO ON TOP! It don't make senseth! Lol, okay, I gotta go and do homework…mom's givin' me the eye… o.O;; *meep!* help!

Love,

Mckayel