Author's Rant: Greetings. Well, I have searched long and hard to find a fanfic of this nature, unfortunately to no avail. I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised, considering that probably not too many rabid yaoi fangirls play Mega Man Zero, but here I am. A rabid yaoi fangirl that plays Mega Man Zero (and Zero 2), and adores them. Go ahead and stare to your hearts content. Anyway, if any other members of my species read this and play the game (and can write), please do me a favor and humor me. Write a fanfic. Some of us really do want to read this kind of stuff. Yes, I'm serious. So, here's my horrible fic. I'm evil. I'm absolutely convinced of it. If you don't like this kind of stuff, don't read it. I'm just here to amuse those that are like me. bows To those of you that do like these things, read on. I aim to please.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used and tortured beyond belief in this fic, and Harpuia, if you're out there, know that I'm sorry and that I love you.
Love to Last the Ages
Prologue: Agony
"No, stop… please…" a desperate voice cried out as pain surged through his body and caused tears to spill out from his vibrant green eyes. Blood dripped and distorted the small pools of the crimson liquid forming under his limbs, dully reflecting light and mirroring the torture the poor boy was going through. He had done nothing; in fact, he had done everything his master had told him to do, and it earned him only endless hours of agony. Scars marred his pale, soft flesh, providing unfortunate evidence to the "Sessions of Discipline" that he had come to know so well, and there were undoubtedly going to be many more in the coming days as gashes marked his latest lesson. These lessons, often occurring two to three times a week, were intense. The green-eyed child had come to despise these sessions and his master with them, and he looked forward with all his heart to the blessed moments of sleep, no matter how few they were. And they were very few.
The boy cried out desperately, his voice filled with pain as the whip came down again upon his bare and bleeding skin, faster and more powerful than the last fall. The whip was one of the boy's worst enemies, he having met it in battle many times before, only to come out battered and faint from the sheer amount of blood loss. His master, almost always seen with the cursed whip at his side, never showed mercy, always beating his victims to near death. Some actually had died, and, at the moment, the young boy was pleading for death. Anything to escape the horrors he had to suffer. Though, considering how much his master treasured the boy (whether the feelings be from carnal desires or merely the satisfaction of displaying the boy's beauty to others), he wouldn't be allowed the salvation of death any time soon.
In fact, great measures had been taken to assure that the boy wouldn't try to take his own life, in order to escape his captivity. To eat, he had his hands tied and was fed like a baby by his master, all significantly deadly items, such as hair combs or jewelry, were no where to be found in the castle; he was even under surveillance when he bathed to avoid all possibilities of drowning. Though he had fervently tried many times to come up with other ways of suicide, all of them were foiled either by bad luck, or by his master himself. He had learned to back off from those attempts from the punishment he had to endure after his master had discovered his acts. The pain he was going through now was like a paper cut compared to the punishments he went through when his master discovered he had tried to escape by death. However, those punishments couldn't really compare with the whipping and the cuts, for they were of an entirely different nature. They were purely carnal, primarily used to satisfy his master's sensual desires. They were hell.
The whip came down again, but at this point the boy with the green eyes was no longer able to cry out, or make any sort of noise whatsoever. He had screamed himself hoarse, and now he could only open his mouth in a silent cry and let the tears flow from his eyes. The pain was so much that he couldn't even think; couldn't focus on something to take some of the pain away. There was nothing, only the room painted with his blood and his master smiling cruelly at the pathetic sight the boy now was once again. A horribly shaky breath, a twitch of his muscles, and the pain of the wounds were all that the boy could focus on. He opened his eyes, and settled the glazed green orbs upon his smirking master. His eyes pleaded with him to stop the torture, to let him have one moment of salvation. He expected no such break.
The boy tensed up for another lash, squeezing his eyes closed tightly, and prepared for the worst; the pain of the whip upon his bleeding body. It didn't come. He opened his eyes slightly to look at his master, confusion and fear flooding into his eyes. His master merely let out a terrifying laugh and leaned down until his face was mere inches from the boy's. He brought up his hand and stroked the boy's cheek, wiping away one of the many tears still streaming down the poor child's face. He licked the tear off of his fingers and smiled horribly, his lust for the boy filling his expression. The boy took a shaky breath filled with fear, and let his crystal tears flow once more. If there was anything he feared more than the cursed whip and the pain, it was his master's bestial desires. Even though he needn't fear that act this night, there was undoubtedly a horrible future ahead of him. His master, still smiling like an animal, cupped the boy's chin and lifted his face up even closer, so their lips almost touched. His master whispered quietly, but fiercely and he could feel his master's breath on his face, creating more fear to build up in his heart.
"You're mine, Harpuia. You're all mine…" he said and stood up, letting the boy's body fall back and start to shake violently with sobs. He turned and looked back at the boy named Harpuia, and merely smirked evilly as the lustful thoughts filled his mind. He put his hand on the brass doorknob and slowly opened the creaking door, letting Harpuia listen to the sounds of his escape, only to hear the heavy door slam closed and hear his master lock it from the outside.
Harpuia lay there, unable to move from the pain, and felt the pools of blood touching his body grow cold. The thin pants that barely protected his legs were now in tatters, quickly being dyed a deep crimson, and his naked chest and back were covered with gashes and the blood that had spilled from them. The thin fabric clung to his skin, soaked with blood, and became almost unbearably cold. He knew that he would be quite sick the next morning, and that he unfortunately wouldn't be allowed death, and he knew that he would have many new scars to add to his marks of torment. He merely cried, remembering all of the good times he had that were now long gone. He remembered his two best friends, Leviathan and Fefnir, of whom he had no idea where they were. They always got into mischief, and in times of trouble, always managed to cheer each other up. Leviathan always teased Harpuia about how pretty he was; how he was almost prettier than herself. They all laughed and at this point Fefnir would turn to Harpuia, grinning like an idiot, and ask him to a small match. Harpuia always agreed, and the matches always ended in a tie. Fefnir would start to pout and Leviathan would let out her musical laugh, making both Fefnir and Harpuia forget about the match and smile. When Leviathan and Fefnir were asleep, Harpuia would smile sweetly and look out at the sparkling stars, always thinking about how lucky he was to have friends like those two. Now, Harpuia had neither of them to comfort him in his times of need. He was glad that they were all right, at least he hoped they were, but he wished that he could be free once again just like them.
Harpuia smiled softly at the wonderful memories and new tears trickled down his face. He loved them both, and he missed them dearly. He missed being able to see the sunlight without the bars of a cage distorting the view. He missed the sound of the small birds chirping in the spring. Most of all though, he missed the feeling he got when he, by small chance, caught a glimpse of the person that always made him forget about his pain.
Harpuia turned over on his side, ignoring the surges of pain that flashed throughout his body, and curled up into a ball, hugging his knees tightly to feel slightly safer. He pushed away his pain with the image of that person's face, the comforting sound of that person's voice. That person was always calm, always willing to help someone in need. Whenever Harpuia saw him, his heart fluttered and a small blush always colored his pale cheeks. Leviathan and Fefnir teased him about that as well, for they knew well why he was nervous. When they spotted that shy blush on Harpuia's face, Fefnir would grin and give him a hearty pat on the back and Leviathan would squeal, saying what a lucky guy that person was. Harpuia's breath became short when all of the memories came flooding back, and he saw the person's face. The all-too-familiar blush rose to his cheeks, and he took in a shaky breath. He nearly choked on his tears as he longed to see that person just once more. As he whispered the blessed name, he prayed with all of his aching heart that maybe someday he would get to see that person again. Maybe someday he could be free…
"Zero…"
Author's Note Thing: Whee… I'm done. Can you see why I find myself just plain demented? Yes, now you're starting to see it. Well, at least I didn't make him completely naked. Mehehehe… Anyways, if you read it and liked it, leave a comment. If you read it and hated it, leave a comment telling me how I can improve. Those things are like candy from Heaven to me. Anyway… If I remember and/or care enough to continue this fic, then don't miss the next installment of Love to Last the Ages.
Wait… Before I go, I suppose I should clear things up, just so I don't upset any of you. This is indeed an Alternate Universe fanfic, so most of the characters are pretty different. Example: Harpuia. In my horrible and twisted mind, he's a sweet, innocent uke. Zero is a protective and tough seme. That's just how I see it. Forgive me if I upset any of you with how the characters are acting. If you tell me that you don't like it, I will be more than happy to change it. I'll probably clear more things in later chapters as I think of them. (Oh, yes. In the prologue, I kept calling Harpuia a boy, or a young child. I don't mean this literally; I just think it describes his sweeter nature. He's about… 16, I think. Don't quote me on that, though…) Anyway, thanks for putting up with me.
