Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing… *Waaaaaaaah! I want Heero!*
*Warning: This fic is rated for rape, abuse, and attempted suicide, this will eventually be a 1x2 fic so just bear with me!
Heero slept fitfully that night as his blood felt like it was still on fire from the man's invisible attack, so when Roku came in at 6:00 a.m. with his breakfast he had already been awake for three hours. She laid the tray in front of him then sat at the foot of his bed. She wore the same outfit as the day before, and had her hair in the same style.
"Why are you still here?" he asked as he placed some fish in his mouth.
"I was ordered to make sure you ate it all, and once you are finished you are requested by the master in his chambers," she stated.
"So who is this master?" he asked balancing the fish with some rice.
"The master… I know no more then that," she said and Heero flashed her a disbelieving look. However she said no more and Heero finished his breakfast in silence. As soon as he had set his chopsticks down Roku rose and selected his preventers' outfit from the wardrobe.
"This is probably the last day you will wear this," she said and handed it to him exiting to give him privacy to dress.
"'Last day I'll wear this?'" he murmured. As soon as he was dressed he exited the room and followed Roku slowly since each step sent fire up his blood, although the food had dulled the pain. This time they stopped in front of a different set of doors and Roku didn't even wait for the doors to open but quickly disappeared leaving him stranded before them. He debated on his options but the doors opened for him on their own and he was forced through.
"Welcome," the man said and Heero noticed that all he was wearing was a bath robe, his hair was still damp from the bath he had taken as he stood in the doorway to the bathroom. Heero tore his gaze away ignoring the man to let him get dressed while he studied the rest of the room. It was the fanciest room he had seen thus far with actual carpeting instead of stone floors, painted walls and ceiling, and a fancy king size bed. "What is the matter?" the man whispered in Heero's ear causing him to turn around in a defensive stance. The man had not gotten dressed but had crossed the room to stand behind Heero. "You're beautiful," he purred raising a hand to touch Heero's cheek. Heero drew back and his eyes hardened with anger.
"What are you doing?" he hissed.
"What I have longed to do since I first lay eyes on you," he murmured and wasted no time by pulling Heero in a one-sided passionate kiss. Heero recovered from shock quickly and swung at him once again. The man was forced to break the kiss however he came back with his own punch that hit Heero squarely in the cheek. Heero staggered back a few steps from the force of the blow, he got into a defensive position only to have himself grabbed by the man and thrown onto the bed where he stayed stunned from the force.
"What are you?" Heero asked, a slight tremor in his voice. The man merely laughed and climbed onto the bed and caught Heero's arms and held them down with one hand in a steel grip.
"I was going to save this for later to thoroughly enjoy you first, but I suppose it doesn't really matter when I do it," he said and with his free hand he caressed Heero's cheek. His hand moved down and with painful slowness he began to unbutton Heero's jacket.
"Stop it!" Heero cried out as he realized what the man was planning.
"Sh," he purred and planted another kiss on the now despairing and utterly helpless Heero.
"This is taking to long!" Duo yelled frustrated.
"It's been two days Duo, show a little patience," Quatre said soothingly.
"We're all just as worried as you are, now sit down, your pacing is giving me a headache," Wufei said angrily holding his head in his hands. Duo shot him a look and opened his mouth to say something when Noine hurried through the door and straight into Une's office.
"Hey! Isn't anyone going to tell us anything?!" Duo shouted at the closed door.
"Relax, if you keep spending your energy with anger you won't have any left for when we find Heero," Trowa stated. Duo's mouth shut with a snap and he sat down in a chair staring worriedly at the table and praying that 'his Heero' was alright. This thought startled Duo and he wondered when Heero had become 'his Heero?' It was so obvious that he and Relena would get together that it was almost funny.
"Excellent news!" Sally Po said exiting Une's office.
"What?" all four pilots asked at once.
"Zechs thinks he has found out where Heero is!" Sally Po relayed.
"Well then why are we still sitting here?" Duo said and they moved to get into their Gundams.
"Hold it! This mission will not require the Gundams… we'll board a cargo ship which will get us in a lot closer without them knowing who we are," Sally Po said.
"For the last time let's go!" Duo shouted and Sally Po quickly led the way to their ship.
Heero lay curled into a protective ball on the man's bed unable to move while the lay next to him stroking his back. Heero screwed his eyes shut but reopened them when images of what had just happened flashed before his closed eyes. He was no longer wearing anything and neither was the man who had vigorously removed both of their clothes in anticipation of what was going to happen once he got Heero's jacket off. The tattered remains of Heero's uniform lay strewn carelessly across the floor and he now understood what Roku had meant.
"No more wearing that my pet, but I'm sure I can find something far more suitable," he murmured in Heero's ears sending chills down his spine. He pulled Heero closer and stroked his chest while burying his face in Heero's hair breathing on his neck.
"Please," Heero murmured piteously but the man simply shushed him.
"Well, I'll get you some clothes, you'll have the rest of the day until dinner to yourself…" he said as he left Heero on the bed to look through his wardrobe. He selecting something and laid it on top of Heero who uncurled to look at it, it was a simple white kimono with a white ribbon to tie it around his waist. "Well, get up, I'll need to help you dress," the man said with a smile. He unsteadily got to his feet and quickly wrapped the kimono around himself. The man quickly tied the ribbon and stepped back to see what he looked like. The kimono was a samurai's kimono that only went down to his knees but completely covered his arms. He looked like a small boy in it which made Heero uncomfortable as the man's gaze raked over him. "Roku!" he shouted and the woman appeared in the doorway, her head down so she wouldn't see her master in the nude. "Return my pet to his room," he said with a smile and turned and walked back into the bathroom.
"Actually, could you take me to a bath?" Heero asked quietly but in a monotone.
"Of course, this way," she said and led him through another set of hallways. "Your bath has already been prepared," she said and opened the door for him. Inside two young boys sat next to a bath that had steam rising out of it, Roku disappeared and the boys beckoned to him.
"I'm Juuroku," said one boy who had the same eyes and hair as Roku and wore a gray overlarge shirt and grey pants.
"I'm Nijuuni," the other boy said, the only difference between the two was the fact that Nijuuni's eyes were wide open and the same gray as his clothes. Heero slowly took off his kimono revealing multiple bruises on his neck, wrists, and thighs. The boys said nothing, although Nijuuni's eyes widened, and simply helped him into the tub and helped him wash. When he was done washing the two boys sat off to the side and Heero got impatient wondering when they would leave.
"Why are you still here?" he growled.
"We're supposed to make sure you don't try to drown yourself," Nijuuni stated and Heero looked at them startled since that thought had been running through his head. He got up and the boys quickly helped him dry off and get dressed again, Nijuuni staring curiously at him the entire time. Roku reappeared and led him back to his room where she left him. He looked around for anything that he could use to kill himself but found nothing so he curled himself up on his bed and tried to fight the tears that were threatening to spill over. He summoned up pictures of Relena but they quickly turned into images of how disgraced she would be if she found out how weak he had begun, however the image of the smiling over-happy pilot of 02 quickly allowed him to slip into a deep sleep untroubled by dreams.