Disclaimed - I don't own Gundam Wing, nor any of the characters. I own a
cat.who owns my room. And I stole Nullmatter from Shadow Raiders, but I
don't own it either -_- Oh well!
Author's Note - Okay, I'm loony, and I'm hyper. My first Gundam Wing fic, so, please be excused if it's shitty ^__^ Reviews would be nice O.o but I'm such a smurf-head anyway. I was inspired to write this fic on a rainy day. Yes, it will be slash, eventually, 1x2, and it will be my first time writing stuff like that. Anyway. on with the fic!
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In the darkness of the room, a young brown haired man sat in the confinement of his room. His Prussian blue eyes stared, a relentless gaze as he looked through the single window of his room. The window barely lit the room, but the young man didn't care for the light.
He was a prisoner of war. Heero Yuy, the 'Perfect Soldier'. Hah, perfect, he thought. He leant against the grimy wall, and he thought of what had happened. But those memories were so fierce that he didn't want to remember them. He closed his eyes against the cruel memories, and he clenched his teeth together, his fist closing around a handful of dirt.
His dark green tank top was covered in dirt and dust from the past few months of being imprisoned. His black spandex weren't though. And for that he felt slightly thankful.
During the war, he was caught, himself imprisoned, his Gundam taken and himself locked away in a cage. He was never allowed out of it, and the guards were so very fierce to him. Yet nothing broke him, nothing could break him. He felt safer by hiding inside himself and not showing his real emotions.
Heero closed his eyes, and he thought of what could have been. He saw Duo Maxwell, bravely trying to stop Heero from being caught, but he failed to stop OZ taking Heero.
"Is he awake?" Heero heard a smooth voice ask. He saw the metal flap on the door opened, then close.
"Yep," he heard one of the guards reply. The door was unlocked, and a frail looking man came in, holding a syringe filled with a black looking liquid. Heero backed further into the corner, and he watching the white- haired man approach him.
"There, there Heero, all I want to do is give you this," he rasped. His voice sounded old and wore down.
"How do I know what you are going to give me won't kill me?" Heero replied.
"Why would I kill you, my dear boy? OZ would have my head if I did," the old man replied, "now come over here. You don't want the guards to come in here to make me give this to you now, do you?"
Heero narrowed his eyes. No, he didn't. Last time, he had had his shoulder ripped open by a pair of teeth while he was being brutally fucked from behind. He shuddered slightly, but he hid it well.
He suddenly felt a prick in his arm. In that moment's pause, the old man had slipped forwards, and shoved the needle forcefully into his arm. He winced as he felt the liquid forced into him, then he looked around at the old man as he moved away, now holding an empty syringe.
"Now, that wasn't so hard. Any questions before I leave you?" The old man asked, smirking.
"What did you do to me?" Heero asked, his voice sounding lethal.
"Oh, I gave you something that I invented. You might start to feel different inside though, my boy. I called it 'null matter' and you'll see why soon."
"You'll fucking tell me now, damnit!" Heero cried.
"Settle down in there!" One of the guards called, "or we'll show you!"
"Yeah!" Came the cry of the second guard. Heero rolled his eyes, but he kept watching the old man. The old man smirked, then turned, and left Heero alone. Heero sank to the ground feeling so very lost and alone.
Author's Note - Okay, I'm loony, and I'm hyper. My first Gundam Wing fic, so, please be excused if it's shitty ^__^ Reviews would be nice O.o but I'm such a smurf-head anyway. I was inspired to write this fic on a rainy day. Yes, it will be slash, eventually, 1x2, and it will be my first time writing stuff like that. Anyway. on with the fic!
***
In the darkness of the room, a young brown haired man sat in the confinement of his room. His Prussian blue eyes stared, a relentless gaze as he looked through the single window of his room. The window barely lit the room, but the young man didn't care for the light.
He was a prisoner of war. Heero Yuy, the 'Perfect Soldier'. Hah, perfect, he thought. He leant against the grimy wall, and he thought of what had happened. But those memories were so fierce that he didn't want to remember them. He closed his eyes against the cruel memories, and he clenched his teeth together, his fist closing around a handful of dirt.
His dark green tank top was covered in dirt and dust from the past few months of being imprisoned. His black spandex weren't though. And for that he felt slightly thankful.
During the war, he was caught, himself imprisoned, his Gundam taken and himself locked away in a cage. He was never allowed out of it, and the guards were so very fierce to him. Yet nothing broke him, nothing could break him. He felt safer by hiding inside himself and not showing his real emotions.
Heero closed his eyes, and he thought of what could have been. He saw Duo Maxwell, bravely trying to stop Heero from being caught, but he failed to stop OZ taking Heero.
"Is he awake?" Heero heard a smooth voice ask. He saw the metal flap on the door opened, then close.
"Yep," he heard one of the guards reply. The door was unlocked, and a frail looking man came in, holding a syringe filled with a black looking liquid. Heero backed further into the corner, and he watching the white- haired man approach him.
"There, there Heero, all I want to do is give you this," he rasped. His voice sounded old and wore down.
"How do I know what you are going to give me won't kill me?" Heero replied.
"Why would I kill you, my dear boy? OZ would have my head if I did," the old man replied, "now come over here. You don't want the guards to come in here to make me give this to you now, do you?"
Heero narrowed his eyes. No, he didn't. Last time, he had had his shoulder ripped open by a pair of teeth while he was being brutally fucked from behind. He shuddered slightly, but he hid it well.
He suddenly felt a prick in his arm. In that moment's pause, the old man had slipped forwards, and shoved the needle forcefully into his arm. He winced as he felt the liquid forced into him, then he looked around at the old man as he moved away, now holding an empty syringe.
"Now, that wasn't so hard. Any questions before I leave you?" The old man asked, smirking.
"What did you do to me?" Heero asked, his voice sounding lethal.
"Oh, I gave you something that I invented. You might start to feel different inside though, my boy. I called it 'null matter' and you'll see why soon."
"You'll fucking tell me now, damnit!" Heero cried.
"Settle down in there!" One of the guards called, "or we'll show you!"
"Yeah!" Came the cry of the second guard. Heero rolled his eyes, but he kept watching the old man. The old man smirked, then turned, and left Heero alone. Heero sank to the ground feeling so very lost and alone.