Disclaimer: okay once again insomnia has gotten the better of me! Even
during the STAR testing week! Woo hoo! I don't own Gundam wing and probably
never will. Thank you Pyro for beta-ing this.
Yay for Brand New and Story of the Year! (Bands of the day)
Ch 3
Slowly my eyes focus around the pain that was scorching the insides of my head, not only that but it's going to linger..., I thought to myself while clenching my left eye shut out of pain.
My memories of the past events came flooding into my already confused mind, forcing me to jolt upright; the bomb, the blood, the red paint on the walls, and ... those piercing yellow cat eyes.
Surveying my new surroundings I quickly notice that I'm alone in a dark cell. However, the putrid smell of waste and blood tell me that this is not a good place to be. There is not even a bed in here! Shit. That means that they want to use me for their purposes and then they are going to throw me out of their way just like those reporters.
Upon that thought my stomach did a one eighty and threatened to expel its contents. Sure I've seen blood ... but it never was something that I enjoyed. Trying to move my hands to cover my mouth I realize too late that they are chained tightly behind my back, and tied very well too, no wonder I wasn't able to feel it. My entire arms are numb form being stretched so awkwardly.
Not able to keep my gut inline for any longer I turn my head to the side and let it come up. I cringe to myself as I feel the acid coming up my throat and being expelled onto the already filthy floor. My face tightens in disgust as I make a face indicating the bitter taste that is going to be lingering longer than my head injury.
Not wanting to vomit again form the smell of my own puke I push myself into a 'clean' corner of the cell with my feet. Leaning my head against the wall with a sigh I stare at the one window, if you could call it a window. More like bars leading up to the street of some ally way. No doubt everyone thinks I died in the bombing, so Relena isn't going to be sending any frantic search parties. She doesn't care anyway.
Watching the light flicker and dance around the legs of the passer bys and creating an eerie pattern on the blood stained rusted steel walls. I close my eyes in self pity, waiting for my tormentors to show themselves and to release me from this hell called life.
I always knew terrorists where out for what is best, I thought to myself, in reference to my own pathetic predicament. Surly they will kill me now that I'm awake, after they beat me for information of course, I know the drill. Beat, question, beat, question, ransom, and then kill. It's sad that even after paying terrorists huge amounts of money, they don't even get the loved one that they sacrificed the cash for in the first place; I've seen it first hand. But some how I doubt that Relena would be in tears over my untimely death. She'll just use it to boost her ratings among the legal voters of the Nation.
Glancing sideways at the door when it 'creaks' open, I finally get to see the new faces of my tormentors.
The first one who enters is a woman. She struts in showing off her stoic grace; her long black hair pulled into two even ponytails and then divided again into a total of four mini braids, some wrapped with a very hard cloth, preventing that area of hair from bending. Her bangs where short in the center of her face and became longer as they reached the side of her face, they where long enough to curly comfortably around her slender chin. Not only that, but her bangs where died a vicious blue color, obviously unnatural. Her chest was emphasized by the tight black leather corset that wrapped around her ribs and was tied with a long black sting, starting from the bottom and working it's way up, forcing everything to be a perfect curvature. Under the almost painful looking strip of leather she wore a fish net tank top that went up her neck only to connect with the decorative dog collar around her neck. On both of her arms she had about twenty plastic bracelets, each, that seemed to be able to stay on and yet not come off. Tight black leather pants and black steel toed boots finished off her out fit giving her the aura of ... bitchy.
I don't pay too much attention to the ones who enter behind her as they give me no interest. I watch her calmly prowl towards me like a tiger stalking it's soon to be dinner, her eyes narrow into thin slits that threaten a pain worse than death if I did not cooperate with the plans that she had.
"So, Mr. Dorrilin?" she asks questioningly, I nod vaguely in response, still stunned by her over all appearance. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir," she says, her voice filled with venomous sarcasm as she bows dramatically. The others around her snicker and try not to laugh out loud. She smirks over her shoulder at them when she straightens herself, "We're going to be 'friends' you and I," she says as her eyes glint dangerously.
I don't say a word, not wanting to provoke these obviously insane euphemists. I just give her a cold look back and stare her in her unnatural yellow eyes, yellow just like all the others. Is it like a tattoo for a gang? I wonder briefly. She twitches, barely visibly, at my cold and unemotional response to her obvious threats of pain and torture. Obviously she was not used to being ignored and did not want to start any record now.
"You little pacifistic punk!" she snarled out at me giving me a powerful kick into my rib cage. I cringe at the cracking sound and give a light whimper, still keeping one eye open to keep my eye contact with her. She smirks at me and kneels down to my level grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking in back painfully, creating an excruciating burn across my already abused skull. Whispering in my ear she threatens, "We are going to have SO much fun, you and I."
Laughing sadistically to herself she lets go and stands up proceeding to walk out of the cell room. Glancing over her shoulder before she completely departs from the room she says in a mockingly sweet tone, "Let's see how much your worth to your 'dear' wife ..." With that she gives out one more cruel laugh and slams the metal door shut. I hear the lock slide into place and give out a pained moan.
This is really a turn of events I must say. First from sitting in the safe and empty mansion owned by Relena, to a meeting gone haywire, and now ... being sold back to my wife for god knows how much money. Had my arms not been tied together behind my back I would have raked them through my long tresses for comfort in such a sudden situation. Instead I just sigh and attempt to make my self more comfortable against the wall with out moving the broken bones of my ribcage. Slowly I start to drift off into sleep.
Snapping my eyes open instantaneously to the blow that was dealt to my already abused chest I gave out a pained shriek. Waiting for my eyes to focus, I slowly start to make out the figure of the blue banged woman. She is obviously infuriated as her manicured brows are buried together in a scowl on her forehead.
"You little shit!" she yelled at me, before she gave me another kick, this time to right forearm. Once again hearing the crack I gave out another pain filled noise. It's been forever sense the last time I have had to endure such pain. I recoil and try as best as I can to ball myself up into the now stained clothes of the pacifist that I was adorned in, with the woman still kicking me, effectively putting the steel on her boots to use creating multiple cuts, bruises, broken, and fractured bones.
By the time she let up she was panting and I was just a bloody heap of stained cloth and swelling purple-ish yellow bruises. Coughing on the blood that I felt coming up in my throat I finally uncurled myself from my ball and saw the reason why she stopped.
He was standing there glaring at me in full hatred.
... Duo ...
He was dressed just as morbidly as she was just few variations. His only shirt was a simple black skin tight tank top that went up to his neck and only reached about half way down his chest, revealing a LOT of skin. His pants like the woman's were leather and he also was wearing black steel toed boots, his had tight belts wrapped tightly on the boot part that went up his leg. His braid was draped over one shoulder and his long bangs where now died a very bright blue, almost bordering on the neon version of the color. His eyes, once again, like everyone here, was bright yellow and had cat like slits and where narrowed in a glare directed at me. His hand was out to prevent the woman from beating me anymore than she already has.
"Heero Yuy... I'm sorry, Peacecraft. Or is it Dorrilin?" Duo asks me, his voice sounding much like it did when he spoke to his enemies in battle right before he dealt them the death blow.
I just gave him one of my cool emotionless glares in response. Terrorist or not, I do not stand for beatings that have no porpous. Besides what about selling me back to Relena as a ransom?
Duo smirked showing off his newly cosmetically put in 'fangs'. "Don't give me that look Heero. Or else I'm going to have to do something about it." He said as he squatted down near me.
Defying his warning I glared at him as though he where the devil himself, which really wouldn't surprise me...
Snorting in anger he reaches one hand behind him and pulls out a hunting knife that he somehow managed to fit on him. Leaning closer to me, practically laying on me, pressing me closer to the wall, he laid the sharp gundanium alloy blade against my throat. Growling roughly into my ear he seemed to purr out, "Your wife didn't pay your ransom. You know what that means..."
Game over. I thought to myself. If your ransom isn't paid then you're a third wheel, and those must be disposed of quickly.
Duo slowly pressed the blade harder against the soft pale flesh of my almost feminine curvature of throat. I kept his gaze and continued to give him the 'go ahead and kill me' look that I gave him so many other times in combat.
Whispering in my ear so that his lips brushed against the lobe he replied to my silent challenge, "Be careful what you wish for around here, it might come true." With that Duo made a sudden movement. The next thing I knew; the blade was no longer against my throat, and the vision in my right eye suddenly became red.
Letting out a scream of agony I clutched my hand tightly over my sliced eye, the blood flowing out in spasms that where corresponding to my heart beat rolled over the socket where my 'eye' used to be and onto my hand, and floor that I was no leaning over.
"Finish him off Blade." Duo commanded to the woman who had beat me previously. I wasn't able to see his face as he moved farther back into the dark shadows of my cell, but I had the nagging feeling that he wasn't to happy with what he did. Blade, however, gave an exclamation of joy, once again in sarcasm.
Trying to keep sight of my attacker with my left eye I watched 'Blade', as she was called, pull out twin blades. She was named appropriately then... I thought to myself in an attempt of final moment's humor. Within a flash, all I felt where burning sensations all over my body, deep gashes inflicted by this woman above me, who seemed to be enjoying herself immensely.
Right as my breath finally began to slow and her attacks to lessen, Duo stepped out of the shadows where he was hiding and into the 'light' of the cell, watching me with fascination. "I almost forgot how hard it is to kill a Gundam pilot. I hope you don't hold any grudges Hee-chan," he said with a truly baka smile, "It is only business. You got in the way and had to be eliminated. It's as simple as that."
I think he said more but by then my mind was fading and all I could hear was the slowing thumping of my heart.
TBC
Sheero: o.o wow...
Pyro: blood AND shounen-ai! Yay!
Sheero: .... is there a plot to this? will begin to hand out first three chappies to friends at school for an answer to this question
Zero: -.- what about me?
Sheero: next chappie! it shall be written tomorrow night! Just like every other night! The nights when I get about 3-6 hours of sleep! (6 on weekends and I sleep in)
Yay for Brand New and Story of the Year! (Bands of the day)
Ch 3
Slowly my eyes focus around the pain that was scorching the insides of my head, not only that but it's going to linger..., I thought to myself while clenching my left eye shut out of pain.
My memories of the past events came flooding into my already confused mind, forcing me to jolt upright; the bomb, the blood, the red paint on the walls, and ... those piercing yellow cat eyes.
Surveying my new surroundings I quickly notice that I'm alone in a dark cell. However, the putrid smell of waste and blood tell me that this is not a good place to be. There is not even a bed in here! Shit. That means that they want to use me for their purposes and then they are going to throw me out of their way just like those reporters.
Upon that thought my stomach did a one eighty and threatened to expel its contents. Sure I've seen blood ... but it never was something that I enjoyed. Trying to move my hands to cover my mouth I realize too late that they are chained tightly behind my back, and tied very well too, no wonder I wasn't able to feel it. My entire arms are numb form being stretched so awkwardly.
Not able to keep my gut inline for any longer I turn my head to the side and let it come up. I cringe to myself as I feel the acid coming up my throat and being expelled onto the already filthy floor. My face tightens in disgust as I make a face indicating the bitter taste that is going to be lingering longer than my head injury.
Not wanting to vomit again form the smell of my own puke I push myself into a 'clean' corner of the cell with my feet. Leaning my head against the wall with a sigh I stare at the one window, if you could call it a window. More like bars leading up to the street of some ally way. No doubt everyone thinks I died in the bombing, so Relena isn't going to be sending any frantic search parties. She doesn't care anyway.
Watching the light flicker and dance around the legs of the passer bys and creating an eerie pattern on the blood stained rusted steel walls. I close my eyes in self pity, waiting for my tormentors to show themselves and to release me from this hell called life.
I always knew terrorists where out for what is best, I thought to myself, in reference to my own pathetic predicament. Surly they will kill me now that I'm awake, after they beat me for information of course, I know the drill. Beat, question, beat, question, ransom, and then kill. It's sad that even after paying terrorists huge amounts of money, they don't even get the loved one that they sacrificed the cash for in the first place; I've seen it first hand. But some how I doubt that Relena would be in tears over my untimely death. She'll just use it to boost her ratings among the legal voters of the Nation.
Glancing sideways at the door when it 'creaks' open, I finally get to see the new faces of my tormentors.
The first one who enters is a woman. She struts in showing off her stoic grace; her long black hair pulled into two even ponytails and then divided again into a total of four mini braids, some wrapped with a very hard cloth, preventing that area of hair from bending. Her bangs where short in the center of her face and became longer as they reached the side of her face, they where long enough to curly comfortably around her slender chin. Not only that, but her bangs where died a vicious blue color, obviously unnatural. Her chest was emphasized by the tight black leather corset that wrapped around her ribs and was tied with a long black sting, starting from the bottom and working it's way up, forcing everything to be a perfect curvature. Under the almost painful looking strip of leather she wore a fish net tank top that went up her neck only to connect with the decorative dog collar around her neck. On both of her arms she had about twenty plastic bracelets, each, that seemed to be able to stay on and yet not come off. Tight black leather pants and black steel toed boots finished off her out fit giving her the aura of ... bitchy.
I don't pay too much attention to the ones who enter behind her as they give me no interest. I watch her calmly prowl towards me like a tiger stalking it's soon to be dinner, her eyes narrow into thin slits that threaten a pain worse than death if I did not cooperate with the plans that she had.
"So, Mr. Dorrilin?" she asks questioningly, I nod vaguely in response, still stunned by her over all appearance. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir," she says, her voice filled with venomous sarcasm as she bows dramatically. The others around her snicker and try not to laugh out loud. She smirks over her shoulder at them when she straightens herself, "We're going to be 'friends' you and I," she says as her eyes glint dangerously.
I don't say a word, not wanting to provoke these obviously insane euphemists. I just give her a cold look back and stare her in her unnatural yellow eyes, yellow just like all the others. Is it like a tattoo for a gang? I wonder briefly. She twitches, barely visibly, at my cold and unemotional response to her obvious threats of pain and torture. Obviously she was not used to being ignored and did not want to start any record now.
"You little pacifistic punk!" she snarled out at me giving me a powerful kick into my rib cage. I cringe at the cracking sound and give a light whimper, still keeping one eye open to keep my eye contact with her. She smirks at me and kneels down to my level grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking in back painfully, creating an excruciating burn across my already abused skull. Whispering in my ear she threatens, "We are going to have SO much fun, you and I."
Laughing sadistically to herself she lets go and stands up proceeding to walk out of the cell room. Glancing over her shoulder before she completely departs from the room she says in a mockingly sweet tone, "Let's see how much your worth to your 'dear' wife ..." With that she gives out one more cruel laugh and slams the metal door shut. I hear the lock slide into place and give out a pained moan.
This is really a turn of events I must say. First from sitting in the safe and empty mansion owned by Relena, to a meeting gone haywire, and now ... being sold back to my wife for god knows how much money. Had my arms not been tied together behind my back I would have raked them through my long tresses for comfort in such a sudden situation. Instead I just sigh and attempt to make my self more comfortable against the wall with out moving the broken bones of my ribcage. Slowly I start to drift off into sleep.
Snapping my eyes open instantaneously to the blow that was dealt to my already abused chest I gave out a pained shriek. Waiting for my eyes to focus, I slowly start to make out the figure of the blue banged woman. She is obviously infuriated as her manicured brows are buried together in a scowl on her forehead.
"You little shit!" she yelled at me, before she gave me another kick, this time to right forearm. Once again hearing the crack I gave out another pain filled noise. It's been forever sense the last time I have had to endure such pain. I recoil and try as best as I can to ball myself up into the now stained clothes of the pacifist that I was adorned in, with the woman still kicking me, effectively putting the steel on her boots to use creating multiple cuts, bruises, broken, and fractured bones.
By the time she let up she was panting and I was just a bloody heap of stained cloth and swelling purple-ish yellow bruises. Coughing on the blood that I felt coming up in my throat I finally uncurled myself from my ball and saw the reason why she stopped.
He was standing there glaring at me in full hatred.
... Duo ...
He was dressed just as morbidly as she was just few variations. His only shirt was a simple black skin tight tank top that went up to his neck and only reached about half way down his chest, revealing a LOT of skin. His pants like the woman's were leather and he also was wearing black steel toed boots, his had tight belts wrapped tightly on the boot part that went up his leg. His braid was draped over one shoulder and his long bangs where now died a very bright blue, almost bordering on the neon version of the color. His eyes, once again, like everyone here, was bright yellow and had cat like slits and where narrowed in a glare directed at me. His hand was out to prevent the woman from beating me anymore than she already has.
"Heero Yuy... I'm sorry, Peacecraft. Or is it Dorrilin?" Duo asks me, his voice sounding much like it did when he spoke to his enemies in battle right before he dealt them the death blow.
I just gave him one of my cool emotionless glares in response. Terrorist or not, I do not stand for beatings that have no porpous. Besides what about selling me back to Relena as a ransom?
Duo smirked showing off his newly cosmetically put in 'fangs'. "Don't give me that look Heero. Or else I'm going to have to do something about it." He said as he squatted down near me.
Defying his warning I glared at him as though he where the devil himself, which really wouldn't surprise me...
Snorting in anger he reaches one hand behind him and pulls out a hunting knife that he somehow managed to fit on him. Leaning closer to me, practically laying on me, pressing me closer to the wall, he laid the sharp gundanium alloy blade against my throat. Growling roughly into my ear he seemed to purr out, "Your wife didn't pay your ransom. You know what that means..."
Game over. I thought to myself. If your ransom isn't paid then you're a third wheel, and those must be disposed of quickly.
Duo slowly pressed the blade harder against the soft pale flesh of my almost feminine curvature of throat. I kept his gaze and continued to give him the 'go ahead and kill me' look that I gave him so many other times in combat.
Whispering in my ear so that his lips brushed against the lobe he replied to my silent challenge, "Be careful what you wish for around here, it might come true." With that Duo made a sudden movement. The next thing I knew; the blade was no longer against my throat, and the vision in my right eye suddenly became red.
Letting out a scream of agony I clutched my hand tightly over my sliced eye, the blood flowing out in spasms that where corresponding to my heart beat rolled over the socket where my 'eye' used to be and onto my hand, and floor that I was no leaning over.
"Finish him off Blade." Duo commanded to the woman who had beat me previously. I wasn't able to see his face as he moved farther back into the dark shadows of my cell, but I had the nagging feeling that he wasn't to happy with what he did. Blade, however, gave an exclamation of joy, once again in sarcasm.
Trying to keep sight of my attacker with my left eye I watched 'Blade', as she was called, pull out twin blades. She was named appropriately then... I thought to myself in an attempt of final moment's humor. Within a flash, all I felt where burning sensations all over my body, deep gashes inflicted by this woman above me, who seemed to be enjoying herself immensely.
Right as my breath finally began to slow and her attacks to lessen, Duo stepped out of the shadows where he was hiding and into the 'light' of the cell, watching me with fascination. "I almost forgot how hard it is to kill a Gundam pilot. I hope you don't hold any grudges Hee-chan," he said with a truly baka smile, "It is only business. You got in the way and had to be eliminated. It's as simple as that."
I think he said more but by then my mind was fading and all I could hear was the slowing thumping of my heart.
TBC
Sheero: o.o wow...
Pyro: blood AND shounen-ai! Yay!
Sheero: .... is there a plot to this? will begin to hand out first three chappies to friends at school for an answer to this question
Zero: -.- what about me?
Sheero: next chappie! it shall be written tomorrow night! Just like every other night! The nights when I get about 3-6 hours of sleep! (6 on weekends and I sleep in)