Be My Friend?
Chapter 14: A Fine Line Between Pleasure and Pain
Kattie
Disclaimer: Peh, such materialistic things do not appeal to me. ::tosses rights to Gundam Wing aside::
Lawyer: O.O ::catches:: What has happened to you?
Kattie: ? ::flicks hair:: whatever do you mean? ::paper flutters out from within folds of Kattie's jacket::
Lawyer: ::bends down and picks up: ^^* 'Rights to Gundam Wing'?
Kattie: O.O GIVE THAT BACK!
Lawyer: -_- you disappoint me.
Warning!: Chapters contain extreme angst, violence, and thematic elements. Profanity goes beyond a minimum amount. Dark scenes of great depression that are not appropriate for children and extreme angst. Rating has recently been changed to R. PG-13 EDITED VERSIONS AVAILABLE UPON REQUEST!!! E-MAIL ME AT Kattie41@aol.com IF YOU WOULD LIKE THE EDITED VERSION!!! (I will not edit unless I have a request, gomen ne if you were curious!)
Note: Hrm.. Actually this is going to go a bit longer than I'd originally intended. I was trying to think of a way to dispose of Bouken, when an evil idea came to mind.. ::eyes glisten with wickedness::
NOTE: If you would like a PG-13 version, please skip over the material written within the asterisks. Ex: *lalalal* is R material! It can easily be skipped without missing any of the plot! (This seemed easier)
A knock came at the door, followed by a second and third in succession. The noise of the person's knuckles against the decorated wood seemed to echo a thousand times through the house, screaming its song again and again to the empty halls.
Duo didn't seem to hear it, but continued his glaring at Bouken as though his eyes were without the ability to remove them from their location, lost in an eternal resting place. Hatred seemed to floor out of his body and onto the floor, making it seem impossible for Bouken to breathe.
With his fingers still curled into a fist, Trowa remained next to Bouken, as though he were waiting for the unconscious man to stir so he might remove him from consciousness again. He glanced towards the door before resting his eyes on Quatre. "Are you," he paused for a moment, trying to think of the appropriate way to ask the question, "All right?"
Upon trying to answer his friend's question, Quatre realized his voice, which had rang clearly only minutes before, was gone. He opened his mouth and attempted to speak a few more times, before nodding his reply.
"I'll kill him.." Duo said quietly from his perch on the chair directly across from Quatre. "I'll kill him." His sleeves were ripped but soaked in the blood Duo had wiped from his face and lips.
Trowa looked towards him, "You shouldn't speak." He said softly, the ire in his eyes beginning to burn even more intensely. He looked back at Bouken, his fingers curling and uncurling, as though he was strangling the air.
A silence followed and Quatre had nothing to keep the memory of the previous minutes from tormenting him. *Bouken's libidinous face appeared before him, smiling at Quatre, telling him he'd be "gentle".* Sliding down in his chair, Quatre burrowed his eyes in his hands, trying to drive away the image. The scene played in a nonsequential order of events, like a puzzle with the pieces mixed together, the complete picture unclear.
He didn't even hear himself begin to whimper, nor did he notice when tears began to escape down his face.
"Quatre.." Trowa stooped down next to Quatre's chair and looked into his face.
*Quatre could feel Bouken's hands upon him again, climbing up his thigh.. Pinning his hands. He could feel Bouken's lips pressing down upon his own, forcing his head backwards. The pain returned and the fear tripled.
'It isn't real,' he told himself, 'It was just a nightmare. If you open your eyes, you'll wake up and see it was all a dream.. Just a dream.'*
A hand brushed through his hair, and Quatre was thrown back into the world comprised of more than his own deep thoughts. His eyes refocused and he found himself looking into Trowa's eyes. He could hear himself crying. "I- is," his voice faltered as he tried to speak again. It took him a few moments to regain it, "Is Duo all right?"
Trowa glanced over at Duo, bruised and bleeding, and then back at his blond companion. Quatre could see the lie forming in his mind. "He's fine," Trowa answered, speaking his deception clearly, "He-" He was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. It was a fair distance through the enormous house, but it creaked as though it were screaming.
Staring at the door, Trowa drew his gun slowly and pointed it towards the open door to the room. His face showed no emotion as he loaded his gun with a ringing click.
There was the sound of footsteps, coming closer. The number of people was uncertain. It sounded as though someone was being dragged.
"Stay here." Trowa commanded, standing from his crouched position. Silently he walked to the door, his feet hitting the ground without the slightest tapping. His clothes refused to rustle, though he was making good time, until he was beyond the room, and Quatre was unable to detect his existence at all.
Slowly, Quatre stumbled to his feet. 'He can't go alone,' Quatre said to himself, 'It's dangerous.' Of course, he knew Trowa wouldn't let his companion accompany him, so Quatre had had to wait until Trowa left. It occurred to Quatre that he couldn't even remember what he had been thinking about in the previous minute. Something had caused him to cry, but he couldn't remember what..
Upon taking a few steps, Quatre realized that his zipper was undone. Embarrassed, he rezipped it, allowing the memories to flow back into his chaotic mind.
*He could see Bouken's hand upon him, his pants being unzipped. "No!" he heard himself scream, "Nooooo!"*
With a shiver, he pulled himself back into the present. 'Just forget it.' He told himself. He had to forget it..
He took another step towards the door, intent on helping his friend. He had to ignore the memories. Let his mind focus on the situation before him, not an insignificant event of the past.
'Insignificant?'
Brushing away some tears from the earlier minutes, he stopped in his journey towards the door. His eyes rested on Duo, who seemed to be either unconscious with his eyes opened wide, or lost in some other world, probably much better than the one the rest of humanity was trapped within.
His legs seemed to carry him towards Duo without him consciously thinking about it. Very slowly, his feet seeming to come near breaking every time he touched the ground, he walked to his friend. One painstakingly tedious step at a time. Following one right after the other..
And then he was on the floor, his eyes folding up to the ceiling, and then seeing only black as he closed them. His wrists screamed as he caught himself with them, putting more pressure on the weak joints than he was used to. His left ankle seemed to be caught in something, encircling to reach all the way around. His lower body had landed upon something else, but he couldn't think what it was.
Until he felt a hand along his lower leg.
"Bouken.." It wasn't real. Just a memory of the past. He told himself to ignore the falsified scene and stand. But he couldn't, his body was held down by a stronger force.
"Shhhh." He heard in his ear, as his body was pulled back, so that his upper torso rested upon Bouken's naked chest.
Quatre's eyes darted around the room, searching for something, anything to release himself from Bouken's grip, but saw only Duo's unseeing stare. He tried to stand with all his strength, but it only allowed Bouken enough upward velocity to spin Quatre over, so that he was on top of the blond pilot.
His arms wrapped around Quatre and he stood, taking his captive with him. "Shhhh."
Duo blinked and his eyes seemed to regain sight. He looked Bouken in the eyes and stood, leaning awkwardly against the chair to support himself. He opened his mouth to speak, but instead he coughed again, producing more blood to cover his stained shirt. Still, he stepped forward, his hands forming into tight fists.
"Don't move," Bouken commanded, drawing a silver switchblade from his pocket. With a snap of his wrist, he had it to Quatre's throat, "I swear I'll kill him."
A thin trail of blood trickled from Quatre's neck, disappearing into the depths of his shirt, through his unbuttoned collar. His eyes stared ahead, focusing on the far off wall.
Stopping midstep, Duo fixed an unfocused glare on the general area that Bouken occupied, his lips folded into a scowl.
Grinning, Bouken planted a kiss on the top of Quatre's head, and deeply inhaled the scent of his hair. "We should go now," he tightened his grip around Quatre's waist, "It seems others are jealous of our love."
He jerked to the side as Trowa, Wufei, and Hiiro entered the room, taking Quatre with him. Realizing he couldn't easily keep an eye on the two groups of pilots, he stepped backwards a few steps, to keep them both within view.
Hiiro's eyes were narrowed in an anger he'd never shown before. His gun sat vengefully in his hand, fixed upon Bouken's face. "Let. Him. Go." He demanded.
It seemed Trowa had told him what happened.
Bouken merely grinned back, and held Quatre even tighter. "There's only one of us now."
Loading his gun, Hiiro stepped forward. "Let. Him. Go."
Dragging the knife along Quatre's throat, to leave a shallow cut all the way across, Bouken continued to smile. "Step back."
Hiiro's breathing became deep, and Quatre could hear it easily. He took an ireful step back, nearly tripping with his displeasure.
"The gun." Bouken continued, mockingly.
And then Hiiro's breathing seemed to stop all together, as he unloaded his firearm. The gun, which had seemed to be a part of his hand, fell to the ground and landed with a sickening thud.
"Yours as well." The man told Wufei and Trwa, daring to push the overall rage towards him to the next level.
Two more firearms slipped to the floor.
Bouken's grin seemed to cover his entire face. He kissed Quatre's forehead again in pleasure. "Step to that corner." He commanded, motioning with his head to where he wanted them to move to.
The four pilots trudged over to the corner, shooting mental darts at Bouken's head.
Carefully dragging Quatre to the door, and scooping up the pilots guns in the process, Bouken couldn't suppress a giggle. "All four of you couldn't even stop me," he said, a sadistic mirth echoing nearly silently behind his voice, "You couldn't stop us; our love. Together, we are invincible."
He stopped at the doorway, to smile over the scene for a few seconds more. *Keeping the knife to Quatre's pale neck, Bouken forced Quatre against the doorframe and kissed him passionately, his free hand wandering up and down Quatre's weakened body.* Hearing the pilots begin to stir, Bouken pressed the knife tighter.
"I'm sure Quatre would be happy to die," he said, planting another kiss, "Within his lover's arms."
End of Chapter (another short one.. And a cliffhanger too ^^*)
It was either really really short with no cliffhanger or a bit longer with this unfortunate end of chapter.. ^^* Gomen ne!
Still have some chapters to go. I hope you enjoy ^.^ (Please review?)
Bouken aka Cigar Man!- A bad, bad man, who is currently holding Quatre with a knife at his throat and planting kisses. But he has 4 pilots sincerely pissed at him. Will he get away with this? Is Kattie writing a story with an unhappy ending? (Whatever happened to fairy tales?)
Jiei- Um.. Where is he? Well, Trowa wasn't killed by him, so he got put somewhere else in the plot. ^^* Who knows? (ah, I'll figure it out by the next chapter)
Nitki- Hm. it seems she was the one who screamed. And the carpet was covered with blood. hm.. (go ahead, piece it together ^^* I'm going to tell you anyway).
Wesley- Killed Huru and is sad for doing it. Poor Wesley. ("Oh, my dear, sweet Wesley!" ::jumps off side of hill and roll down to the bottom:: ^^* ever seen Princess Bride? ^^*) But.. Where is he?
Cindy aka Mysterious Voice One- Um. nothing much happened with her. But her minions are either dead, unconscious, or no longer her minions, so we have no reason to fear her ^o^.. Or do we?
Huru aka Mysterious Voice Two- Deceased ::says a quick prayer:: But he was happy! So, we shouldn't feel bad for him! ::huggles Huru::
Other-
Nice Male Nurse- Actually.. He was just a nice guy. He's not returning ^^* so.. Feel free to forget about him..
Naihu- Unfortunately deceased. ("But my sister is now unforunately deceased." ^.^.. No not my sister ^^* I wouldn't be happy about that) But her accent was fake! ::gasp:: Why??!?!?!? (Can't remember actually.. But I decided it was fake in Bravest Eyes ^^* so I'm sure there's a good reason.. ^^*) (still trying to remember ^^*)
Bernard: Cindy's other henchman. Um.. He's kinda just there because Huru couldn't do it alone.. But now there's Wesley. so he's.. um. I guess he must be unconscious in the hospital ^^* a good place to lose consciousness, ne? ^^******
Tracks: None. whoa. I wrote in silence ^^* Weird..
Chapter 14: A Fine Line Between Pleasure and Pain
Kattie
Disclaimer: Peh, such materialistic things do not appeal to me. ::tosses rights to Gundam Wing aside::
Lawyer: O.O ::catches:: What has happened to you?
Kattie: ? ::flicks hair:: whatever do you mean? ::paper flutters out from within folds of Kattie's jacket::
Lawyer: ::bends down and picks up: ^^* 'Rights to Gundam Wing'?
Kattie: O.O GIVE THAT BACK!
Lawyer: -_- you disappoint me.
Warning!: Chapters contain extreme angst, violence, and thematic elements. Profanity goes beyond a minimum amount. Dark scenes of great depression that are not appropriate for children and extreme angst. Rating has recently been changed to R. PG-13 EDITED VERSIONS AVAILABLE UPON REQUEST!!! E-MAIL ME AT Kattie41@aol.com IF YOU WOULD LIKE THE EDITED VERSION!!! (I will not edit unless I have a request, gomen ne if you were curious!)
Note: Hrm.. Actually this is going to go a bit longer than I'd originally intended. I was trying to think of a way to dispose of Bouken, when an evil idea came to mind.. ::eyes glisten with wickedness::
NOTE: If you would like a PG-13 version, please skip over the material written within the asterisks. Ex: *lalalal* is R material! It can easily be skipped without missing any of the plot! (This seemed easier)
A knock came at the door, followed by a second and third in succession. The noise of the person's knuckles against the decorated wood seemed to echo a thousand times through the house, screaming its song again and again to the empty halls.
Duo didn't seem to hear it, but continued his glaring at Bouken as though his eyes were without the ability to remove them from their location, lost in an eternal resting place. Hatred seemed to floor out of his body and onto the floor, making it seem impossible for Bouken to breathe.
With his fingers still curled into a fist, Trowa remained next to Bouken, as though he were waiting for the unconscious man to stir so he might remove him from consciousness again. He glanced towards the door before resting his eyes on Quatre. "Are you," he paused for a moment, trying to think of the appropriate way to ask the question, "All right?"
Upon trying to answer his friend's question, Quatre realized his voice, which had rang clearly only minutes before, was gone. He opened his mouth and attempted to speak a few more times, before nodding his reply.
"I'll kill him.." Duo said quietly from his perch on the chair directly across from Quatre. "I'll kill him." His sleeves were ripped but soaked in the blood Duo had wiped from his face and lips.
Trowa looked towards him, "You shouldn't speak." He said softly, the ire in his eyes beginning to burn even more intensely. He looked back at Bouken, his fingers curling and uncurling, as though he was strangling the air.
A silence followed and Quatre had nothing to keep the memory of the previous minutes from tormenting him. *Bouken's libidinous face appeared before him, smiling at Quatre, telling him he'd be "gentle".* Sliding down in his chair, Quatre burrowed his eyes in his hands, trying to drive away the image. The scene played in a nonsequential order of events, like a puzzle with the pieces mixed together, the complete picture unclear.
He didn't even hear himself begin to whimper, nor did he notice when tears began to escape down his face.
"Quatre.." Trowa stooped down next to Quatre's chair and looked into his face.
*Quatre could feel Bouken's hands upon him again, climbing up his thigh.. Pinning his hands. He could feel Bouken's lips pressing down upon his own, forcing his head backwards. The pain returned and the fear tripled.
'It isn't real,' he told himself, 'It was just a nightmare. If you open your eyes, you'll wake up and see it was all a dream.. Just a dream.'*
A hand brushed through his hair, and Quatre was thrown back into the world comprised of more than his own deep thoughts. His eyes refocused and he found himself looking into Trowa's eyes. He could hear himself crying. "I- is," his voice faltered as he tried to speak again. It took him a few moments to regain it, "Is Duo all right?"
Trowa glanced over at Duo, bruised and bleeding, and then back at his blond companion. Quatre could see the lie forming in his mind. "He's fine," Trowa answered, speaking his deception clearly, "He-" He was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. It was a fair distance through the enormous house, but it creaked as though it were screaming.
Staring at the door, Trowa drew his gun slowly and pointed it towards the open door to the room. His face showed no emotion as he loaded his gun with a ringing click.
There was the sound of footsteps, coming closer. The number of people was uncertain. It sounded as though someone was being dragged.
"Stay here." Trowa commanded, standing from his crouched position. Silently he walked to the door, his feet hitting the ground without the slightest tapping. His clothes refused to rustle, though he was making good time, until he was beyond the room, and Quatre was unable to detect his existence at all.
Slowly, Quatre stumbled to his feet. 'He can't go alone,' Quatre said to himself, 'It's dangerous.' Of course, he knew Trowa wouldn't let his companion accompany him, so Quatre had had to wait until Trowa left. It occurred to Quatre that he couldn't even remember what he had been thinking about in the previous minute. Something had caused him to cry, but he couldn't remember what..
Upon taking a few steps, Quatre realized that his zipper was undone. Embarrassed, he rezipped it, allowing the memories to flow back into his chaotic mind.
*He could see Bouken's hand upon him, his pants being unzipped. "No!" he heard himself scream, "Nooooo!"*
With a shiver, he pulled himself back into the present. 'Just forget it.' He told himself. He had to forget it..
He took another step towards the door, intent on helping his friend. He had to ignore the memories. Let his mind focus on the situation before him, not an insignificant event of the past.
'Insignificant?'
Brushing away some tears from the earlier minutes, he stopped in his journey towards the door. His eyes rested on Duo, who seemed to be either unconscious with his eyes opened wide, or lost in some other world, probably much better than the one the rest of humanity was trapped within.
His legs seemed to carry him towards Duo without him consciously thinking about it. Very slowly, his feet seeming to come near breaking every time he touched the ground, he walked to his friend. One painstakingly tedious step at a time. Following one right after the other..
And then he was on the floor, his eyes folding up to the ceiling, and then seeing only black as he closed them. His wrists screamed as he caught himself with them, putting more pressure on the weak joints than he was used to. His left ankle seemed to be caught in something, encircling to reach all the way around. His lower body had landed upon something else, but he couldn't think what it was.
Until he felt a hand along his lower leg.
"Bouken.." It wasn't real. Just a memory of the past. He told himself to ignore the falsified scene and stand. But he couldn't, his body was held down by a stronger force.
"Shhhh." He heard in his ear, as his body was pulled back, so that his upper torso rested upon Bouken's naked chest.
Quatre's eyes darted around the room, searching for something, anything to release himself from Bouken's grip, but saw only Duo's unseeing stare. He tried to stand with all his strength, but it only allowed Bouken enough upward velocity to spin Quatre over, so that he was on top of the blond pilot.
His arms wrapped around Quatre and he stood, taking his captive with him. "Shhhh."
Duo blinked and his eyes seemed to regain sight. He looked Bouken in the eyes and stood, leaning awkwardly against the chair to support himself. He opened his mouth to speak, but instead he coughed again, producing more blood to cover his stained shirt. Still, he stepped forward, his hands forming into tight fists.
"Don't move," Bouken commanded, drawing a silver switchblade from his pocket. With a snap of his wrist, he had it to Quatre's throat, "I swear I'll kill him."
A thin trail of blood trickled from Quatre's neck, disappearing into the depths of his shirt, through his unbuttoned collar. His eyes stared ahead, focusing on the far off wall.
Stopping midstep, Duo fixed an unfocused glare on the general area that Bouken occupied, his lips folded into a scowl.
Grinning, Bouken planted a kiss on the top of Quatre's head, and deeply inhaled the scent of his hair. "We should go now," he tightened his grip around Quatre's waist, "It seems others are jealous of our love."
He jerked to the side as Trowa, Wufei, and Hiiro entered the room, taking Quatre with him. Realizing he couldn't easily keep an eye on the two groups of pilots, he stepped backwards a few steps, to keep them both within view.
Hiiro's eyes were narrowed in an anger he'd never shown before. His gun sat vengefully in his hand, fixed upon Bouken's face. "Let. Him. Go." He demanded.
It seemed Trowa had told him what happened.
Bouken merely grinned back, and held Quatre even tighter. "There's only one of us now."
Loading his gun, Hiiro stepped forward. "Let. Him. Go."
Dragging the knife along Quatre's throat, to leave a shallow cut all the way across, Bouken continued to smile. "Step back."
Hiiro's breathing became deep, and Quatre could hear it easily. He took an ireful step back, nearly tripping with his displeasure.
"The gun." Bouken continued, mockingly.
And then Hiiro's breathing seemed to stop all together, as he unloaded his firearm. The gun, which had seemed to be a part of his hand, fell to the ground and landed with a sickening thud.
"Yours as well." The man told Wufei and Trwa, daring to push the overall rage towards him to the next level.
Two more firearms slipped to the floor.
Bouken's grin seemed to cover his entire face. He kissed Quatre's forehead again in pleasure. "Step to that corner." He commanded, motioning with his head to where he wanted them to move to.
The four pilots trudged over to the corner, shooting mental darts at Bouken's head.
Carefully dragging Quatre to the door, and scooping up the pilots guns in the process, Bouken couldn't suppress a giggle. "All four of you couldn't even stop me," he said, a sadistic mirth echoing nearly silently behind his voice, "You couldn't stop us; our love. Together, we are invincible."
He stopped at the doorway, to smile over the scene for a few seconds more. *Keeping the knife to Quatre's pale neck, Bouken forced Quatre against the doorframe and kissed him passionately, his free hand wandering up and down Quatre's weakened body.* Hearing the pilots begin to stir, Bouken pressed the knife tighter.
"I'm sure Quatre would be happy to die," he said, planting another kiss, "Within his lover's arms."
End of Chapter (another short one.. And a cliffhanger too ^^*)
It was either really really short with no cliffhanger or a bit longer with this unfortunate end of chapter.. ^^* Gomen ne!
Still have some chapters to go. I hope you enjoy ^.^ (Please review?)
Bouken aka Cigar Man!- A bad, bad man, who is currently holding Quatre with a knife at his throat and planting kisses. But he has 4 pilots sincerely pissed at him. Will he get away with this? Is Kattie writing a story with an unhappy ending? (Whatever happened to fairy tales?)
Jiei- Um.. Where is he? Well, Trowa wasn't killed by him, so he got put somewhere else in the plot. ^^* Who knows? (ah, I'll figure it out by the next chapter)
Nitki- Hm. it seems she was the one who screamed. And the carpet was covered with blood. hm.. (go ahead, piece it together ^^* I'm going to tell you anyway).
Wesley- Killed Huru and is sad for doing it. Poor Wesley. ("Oh, my dear, sweet Wesley!" ::jumps off side of hill and roll down to the bottom:: ^^* ever seen Princess Bride? ^^*) But.. Where is he?
Cindy aka Mysterious Voice One- Um. nothing much happened with her. But her minions are either dead, unconscious, or no longer her minions, so we have no reason to fear her ^o^.. Or do we?
Huru aka Mysterious Voice Two- Deceased ::says a quick prayer:: But he was happy! So, we shouldn't feel bad for him! ::huggles Huru::
Other-
Nice Male Nurse- Actually.. He was just a nice guy. He's not returning ^^* so.. Feel free to forget about him..
Naihu- Unfortunately deceased. ("But my sister is now unforunately deceased." ^.^.. No not my sister ^^* I wouldn't be happy about that) But her accent was fake! ::gasp:: Why??!?!?!? (Can't remember actually.. But I decided it was fake in Bravest Eyes ^^* so I'm sure there's a good reason.. ^^*) (still trying to remember ^^*)
Bernard: Cindy's other henchman. Um.. He's kinda just there because Huru couldn't do it alone.. But now there's Wesley. so he's.. um. I guess he must be unconscious in the hospital ^^* a good place to lose consciousness, ne? ^^******
Tracks: None. whoa. I wrote in silence ^^* Weird..