STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLIED: I do not own any of the GW characters mentioned in this fic.
Warnings: Yaoi, NCS.
Chapter 4: Trowa must be really 'comfortable" right? As if! And... the final showdown: Hooray, Mission Accomplished! (4/4)
"Okay, here we're at last," said Duo, as he looked around, "Hmmm.... This place appeared to be some kind of army base."
"Oh!" Heero exclaimed suddenly, at the same time pointing at a piece of sign in front of the building closest to them, with a long queue of men waiting outside it.
Quatre looked at the sign and gave a sigh of relief. He said in a somewhat happy sounding voice, "Look, this is a good place! Earlier on, I was so worried for Trowa, because Spirit S said that this is a lustful place, but...Heero, why did you swear just now?"
"Good place?!" All the three other Guardian Angel started at Quatre with their jaws wide open.
"What? Aren't it a good place, I mean, look the sign says that this place is called a Comfort House...And well, the word comfort does always represents something good, right?" Quatre stared back at them in utterly confusion and asked innocently in a wide-eyed manner.
"Quatre! Well...err...a Comfort House in a army base is for...err...is for...is to allow the soldiers to satisfy their sexual pleasure..." Duo explained with much discomfort.
"What?! You...you mean it's a place for prostitutes?" Quatre interrupted in a shock voice.
"Well...I guess sexual-slavery would be a term for this." Heero tried to paint a clearer picture for Quatre.
"Trowa..." Quatre gaze at the building and called out, "Oh Trowa..."
"Let's go in, and check it out,"Wufei said.
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"Oh mine!!!" Spirit G exclaimed suddenly, long after the four young Guardian Angels had gone off.
"What?!" The other four spirit questioned in respond.
"We must really be getting old; our memory is started to fail us..." Spirit G said somewhat sadly.
"Stop the babbling and just get to point." Spirit J interrupted with much impatient.
"We had actually forgotten to warn those little angels about them having to protect Quatre, because his glow is now too dim; to protect him against the more powerful demons, who will be able to catch him."
Spirit G shook his head and said.
"Oh mine! Some more, if we had predicted correctly, and we are usually very accurate in our prediction, the Demon of Lust is interested in kidnapping, err...I should say angel-napping him." Spirit H continued in a worried tone.
"It's too late now. I guess they should be at their destination by now. We can only pray for the best." Spirit S gave a sigh and said gravely.
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Following their heart, they came to a stop at a door, numbered 7. The four Guardian Angel entered the room. In their present form, they were invisible to naked human eyes.
Upon entering the room, they saw a human boy with the look of Trowa, being chained by his left arm to the railings at the top of the bed, and a big, ugly man was lying naked above him, beating, pinching, kissing and caressing him roughly. At this sight, Quatre felt as if his heart had shattered into million tiny pieces...It hurt so much, never before had he seen a sight that caused him as much pain. He wanted to push that man off his Trowa; he wanted to save his Trowa...The others hold him back.
"Calm down, Quatre. You can't save Trowa in this form, and you can't become visible, as it is against the angel's law number 5549876113, you know it too, Quatre." Duo tried to calm his friend down. Nevertheless, he too in fact felt like rushing forward and bashing up that horrible man who at that moment was violently thrusting into Trowa...
One man after another kept coming into the small, dim and dirty room to satisfied their twisted pleasure via tormenting their lovely and quiet friend. The pour of man into the room kept going on and on, seemly unending...
At last, after the last man had finished with Trowa and had left the room, the four Guardian Angel decided that its time to appear...
Trowa closed his eyes throughout the whole torturous process; his body felt numbed from all these constant tortures...even...even his heart is getting cold...becoming numb...
At last, he was done for the day, but...but tomorrow will come and he will have to face these seemly unending tortures again and again... Blue eyes, my blue eyes where are you? No! No, I has no right to think of that boy...my angel...not after all that has happened...I'm so...so filthy...so...dirty...
Suddenly, the room was filled with lights, bright lights, four spots of bright light; one was just beside him...
The lights cleared off, in place were four boys his age and...and the one beside him... Blue eyes, my blue eyes angel! He's so beautiful, so lovely. Trowa stared at Quatre for a moment, reached out to touch him, but pulled back at the last moment and turned his head away. I have no right...no right...to see him...no right to touch him...
"Trowa..."
Is that my name? Is the boy...the lovely boy calling me, but...but..."Trowa, it's alright. It's not your fault, Trowa."
Oh...he had seen...he had seen him being ravished by those...those brutes! Trowa curled up in shame...
"It's alright, Trowa," Quatre said softly, as he reached forward to stroke Trowa gently. Trowa flinched at Quatre's touch. He felt that he should move away. He felt that he was soiling Quatre's hand by allowing Quatre to touch him, but...but...it felt so good...he wanted Quatre to touch him, badly.
"It's alright, Trowa. Nothing matters, besides our love. Nothing else matters, as long as I love you truly, fully and you love me wholeheartedly." Quatre continued in his soothing voice. He could feel Trowa relaxing under his touch...
Just as Trowa was about to turn back round to face Quatre, swirls of smokes appeared all over the room...
"No! No, Trowa, you are not fit for Quatre!" said an eerie sounding voice, beside Quatre.
From within the swirls of smoke, demons stepped out...
"Trowa, listen to the music of love in your heart...Listen, to the beautiful music of true love..." Quatre said sweetly.
"No! You're soiled dirty! You're not worthy of Quatre, but I'm!" said the demon beside Quatre, who happened to be the Demon of Lust, as he moved closer towards Quatre.
"Watch out, Quatre!!!" Duo shouted from across the room. He wanted to rush forth to help his friend, but...but there was a large group of demons separating Trowa and Quatre from the rest of them.
"You are really beautiful, young one. Really beautiful." The Demon of Lust reached forward and touched Quatre on his face...
"Do something, Trowa!" Heero shouted.
"Come with me, young one." The Demon of Lust tightened his grip on Quatre. Quatre tried to break free, but somehow...he felt paralyzed. He realized that he was too weak to put up a fight. After all, concern without love is nothing much...Only Trowa could save him. He turned and gazed at his true love sadly, pleadingly. Please Trowa, save me, please. I love you, Trowa. Then, now and forever...
Trowa looked at Quatre's saddened eyes. It pained him to see those lovely blue eyes filled with grief...
I must do something!
Trowa flung his whole body at Quatre. The Demon of Lust tried to pull Quatre away...
"I love you, Quatre. Truly love you." Trowa said sincerely, every word expressing his strong and undying love to the other boy.
"Me too, Trowa. I love you too," Quatre said wholeheartedly.
With the declaration of love, Quatre suddenly found the strength to break free from the Demon of Lust and threw himself into Trowa's arm.
With that, the ring of love and concern was joined. Once again, linking together as one...forming the ring of true love. Bright light surrounded the couple, light so dazzling... light full of kindness, care and of course true love. The light started to spread across the room, brightening it, and at the same time forcing the Demon of Lust and his lust demons back to the dark realm of Hell...
After a while, the five Guardian Angels linked hands, and flew back to their heavenly home where they belonged.
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The next morning, when a soldier walked into the room with the breakfast tray for the boy, he found that the room seemed to be extremely bright...and ...and there was the heavenly scent of fresh flowers...instead of the normally stinky smell. He looked to the bed and discovered that it was unoccupied...the boy was gone. He walked forth, put the breakfast tray down on the table beside the bed and studied the handcuff.
Funny, why is the handcuff still intact? How did the boy escape? He seems to have just disappeared...vanished into the thin air, into nothingness...THE END
Special thanks to Tiffany (aka Mika-chan) for helping me edit/ check/ fix my work.
Thanks for reading. I hope that you've enjoyed this story.