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Gseed Aftermath Trilogy II:
REPERCUSSION
a hermit junction project

Chapter 10

'It should be okay for a while.' Miriallia said quietly, tightening the cloth around Lain's arm.

'Thanks.' Lain whispered.

'Are you sure?' Rusty looked at Lain with furrowed eyebrows, a bottle of transparent liquid in his hands. 'There's no turning back.'

Lain nodded.

Taking a deep breath, Rusty shook his head and opened the bottle, pouring the thinner over Madge's dead body. Reaching into his pocket, he took out a box of matches. Sliding it open, he took out a match and lit it. Closing his eyes, he dropped it on the thinner-soaked ground and stepped back.

Leaning back on the seat, Lain looked at the burning body sideways, the flame reflecting in her eyes. When the sun rose completely, the body was already burnt to ashes. Beside her, Miriallia tried to refrain from vomiting, holding onto her chest.

'Let's go.' Lain said quietly. Looking down at her, Rusty nodded and climbed into the car.

'I'll take you back first.' Rusty said, looking over his shoulder. Nodding silently, Miriallia leaned her head back and closed her eyes.

The ride was in dead silence. When Rusty pulled his car at the side of the road near the ZAFT sleeping quarters, the digital clock on the car's dashboard read seven fifteen.

'Come on, I'll bring you up.' Rusty said, climbing out of his car.

'Are you sure?' Miriallia asked. 'I mean, Dearka's not going to be in a very good mood, he might kill you.'

'I'm not going to show up at his door.' Rusty gave her a small smile. 'I'm just going to see that you've arrived safely,.'

'If you say so.'

'Lain?'

'Hmm?' Lain opened her eyes half way.

'You're going to be okay right?' Rusty asked, looking down at her.

'Go.' With that, Lain turned her head and closed her eyes again. Gritting her teeth, she hiked one hand up her arm and gripped the wound, feeling the blood stained cloth Miriallia had tired around her arm. Opening the dashboard, she took out a bottle of fresh water and snapped open the cap. When she drained down half a bottle, she found that there was blood on the plastic. Looking down at her hands, she felt a sting in her eyes.

'Lain.' She almost jumped at the hand on her good arm.

'Did everything go okay?' Lain asked absently, still looking down at her hand.

'Yeah.' Rusty said shortly. Gunning the engine, he turned on the radio, letting the morning reports occupy the silence between them while shooting the rear mirror a glance. When they arrived their building and climbed out of the car, Rusty took off his trench coat and draped it across a surprised Lain. Taking the briefcase with one hand, he grabbed Lain's hand with the other and pulled her out of the alley. She pulled the trench coat closer to herself in attempts to cover the blood stains on the front of her white jeans when some people walked past them.

'Are you sure?' Rusty looked at her as the elevator door closed.

'It's a building filled with people.' Lain responded tiredly. 'They won't run that risk. Besides, ever since Novita's uninvited visit two years ago, I changed the security system.'

'I'm aware of that.' Rusty muttered. Lain shot a glance at their entwined fingers as he pulled her out of the elevator. Unlocking the keys, he set down the briefcase.

'Rusty, can you get me the first aid box?' Lain asked. Receiving no answer, she looked at Rusty's back. 'Rusty?'

Turning around, he leaned down and picked her up, much to her surprise. Wrapping her arms around his neck to steady herself, she felt her heart pound as he walked down the hallway and pushed open their bedroom door with his back. Setting her on the neatly made bed, he leaned his forehead on hers for a few seconds before standing straight.

'I'll get that wound properly wrapped.' Rusty said softly.

Watching him leave the room, Lain couldn't help but clench the front of her tank top, trying to calm down the beat of her heart.

'Get that hand off your top.' Rusty's voice rang in front of her. Looking up, she widened her eyes at the pair of scissors in his hands. 'I have to cut the top off.' He explained warily.

Nodding her head, she let Rusty remove his trench coat from her shoulders. Holding still, she winced as Rusty removed the blood stained white jacket from her carefully. Holding the hem of her tank top, he carefully cut open the thin material. Removing the strips from her body, he tossed it onto the floor. Shooting a glance at her now bra-clad torso, he took a deep breath and reached for some antiseptic wipes.

Lain couldn't help but soften her eyes as she watched Rusty at work, carefully wiping the bullet wound of hers. It stung a little, but she could barely feel it. His spiky almost cover his eyes, Lain almost reached out to brush the locks out of the way so she could see his eyes. Gripping the bed cover with her hands, she looked away and winced as he fastened the gauze tightly around her arm.

'You have to be careful with it.' Rusty said. 'It's not that deep so it should be okay.' Turning around, he started stuffing the remaining materials back into the plastic box.

Closing her eyes at the sudden sting in her eyes, she leaned her forehead onto his back. Pausing, he closed the box. 'It's going to be okay.'

'Don't go.' Lain whispered. 'Stay with me.'

They stayed like that for a few moments before Rusty stood up. Opening her eyes again, Lain watched as Rusty left the room with the plastic box in his hands. When he came back, he picked up his trench coat and her white jacket. As he hung them up, his back was to her, trying to avoid her naked stare.

When he finished brushing his trench coat, he turned sideways and started to unbutton his black shirt. Lain watched him remove the shirt and then his white tank. Moving his hands down, he unbuckled his leather belt and dropped it onto the floor. Unbuttoning his creased white trousers, he let them fall to the ground. While doing this, Lain noticed that he had his eyes trained on the floor the whole time.

Picking up his discarded clothes, he dumped them into the hamper on the way and walked up to her. Looking down at her with barely trembling eyes, he knelt down and reached out both hands, unhooking her bra. When he was done, he slid it off her carefully in a very controlled manner and tossed it on the floor. Picking her up, he placed her down on the fluffy sheets gently and looked down at her.

'You want me to stay with you?' He whispered.

Lain nodded like a little girl. Closing his eyes for a brief moment, he undid her white jeans and slid them down her slim legs along with her white cotton panties. Tossing them onto the floor, he took off his own boxers and climbed onto the bed slowly, looking down at her with dark grey eyes.

Leaning his head down, he nuzzled her neck briefly before kissing her on the lips. Reaching out one hand, Lain caressed his cheek, sliding her soft fingertips down his neck.

He touch was unbelievably soft, unlike their usual rough moves. His every touch was comfortable, was secure. In his arms, Lain felt like she was belonged, she was owned.

Spreading her legs open, Rusty leaned his forehead on hers and looked into her eyes as he entered her slowly. Holding onto him tightly, she closed her eyes, burying her face into his neck as he started to rock against her, picking up speed slowly. Wrapping one arm around her shoulders, he caressed the side of her hips with the other, breathing her name into her ear, his voice barely audible under their steady pants.

Catching her lips with his, he preyed her mouth open in a deep kiss as they finally came. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, she responded with a passion she never knew she had as they bodies trembled against each other, their moist skin rubbing against each other. Feeling him pulling away, she frowned and wrapped her legs around his waist and cupped his face, deepening the kiss if possible.

'Lain!' Rusty broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against hers. Closing her eyes, she panted, her hands on his shoulders. Feeling her loosen her legs around his waist, Rusty pulled away quickly and rolled onto his back, pressing Lain down onto his chest.

Turning her head away from him, Lain gripped his shoulder and stared at his hand. Grabbing her right hand, Rusty traced her lips with his index fingers while holding her hand.

'Rusty.'

'Hmm?'

Lain fingered the wedding band around his fourth finger while Rusty played with her black locks that were scattered across his chest.

'Do you love me?'

Rusty paused for a while before running his fingers through her hair, lifting up a strand. 'Maybe.'

'Maybe…' Lain's voice trailed. 'You're right, I should be more honest with you.'

Rusty looked up at the ceiling. 'Then be honest with me.'

'Are you going to hate me if I tell you the truth?' Lain whispered. 'Are you going to be scared of me?'

Rusty kissed the back of her head and nuzzled her neck. 'Tell me.'

Turning her head, she buried her face into his neck. Narrowing his eyes at the moist, he tightened his grip around her, very aware of the coldness of her wedding band on his chest.

'I killed her.' Lain whispered.

'Who did you kill?'

'I killed my Mother.'

'Who's child is this?'

'Lacia's. She's Lacia's girl.'

'Lacia? You've got to be kidding me, there's no way I'm going to take care of her.'

'It's Herze's orders, just do it.'

'But – '

'Come on, just for a short while.'

'Wait a minute… he ordered you!'

'Isn't the same? Besides, he said all paid, you don't have to give a penny. How bad can it be? It's just a kid, she's only five years old for crying out loud, what can she do?'

'Still… look at her eyes, they're just like her good for nothing mother.'

Good for nothing was a very good phrase to describe her Mother, Lacia Peragrine was indeed good for nothing. Not only was she good for nothing, she was also bad for everything. Her name was like a plague, whoever in Nessar mentioned her name, chills immediately ran up their spines.

People would ask why and it really was simple. Herze van Ness hated her, a hate generated from love. A very dangerous kind of resentment.

Lacia Peragrine was a beautiful woman. She was tall with a figure to kill, long flowing dark brown hair, beautiful white skin and most prominent of all, her bright amber eyes only seen in rare types of coordinators. Not only was she beautiful, she also had a brain and wit. As a descendent from one of the most notorious firearms developing family of the underground world, she had everything, from money to men, plus she had the skill to make the best weapon. She herself was already a dangerous weapon

When Herze van Ness was had established Nessar and made its name through the underground world, he met Lacia through one of Nessar's firearms trade. It wasn't love at first sight, but Herze did feel an unusual attraction to her. For a man who also had money and an unlimited supply of women, he felt the idea of making Lacia Peragrine his woman both interesting and daring.

Their relationship started with sex and trade, typical for people who live underground. They'd meet whenever they had the chance, fucking each other like wild animals on the loose. They kept this relationship for almost a year before Herze decided to marry her. He was surprised that she had agreed, she was, after all, twenty three and he was no older.

The marriage between Herze van Ness and Lacia Peragrine rocked the underground world. No one thought Heze van Ness would settle down, let alone at the age of twenty five and Lacia had an infamous history with the men. Nobody thought their marriage would last, and everyone's speculation came true.

Their marriage was an unstable one and for a money oriented person like Herze van Ness, everyone knew he wanted more than just the beautiful woman in his bed, including Lacia. He wanted to penetrate into the firearms business of Peragrine, wanted to merge it into the big business of Nessar. Being the sole heir of Peragrine's big business, Lacia surprisingly had no objection towards Herze's actions.

No one knew what was going through her mind, not even her husband. For a woman like her, people would think that she had everything, she could have everything and did have everything. Little did they know that she was seeking more than just money and a physical relationship with men. She wanted more, but the problem was, she didn't know what she wanted, so she kept trying, kept experimenting.

Even after she was married.

Three years after their marriage, Lacia was found in bed with three men by Herze. Two weeks later, she found out that she was pregnant. By that time, Herze had already stopped sleeping with her for over half a year so the chances of the baby being his was almost impossible. He didn't divorce her though he wanted to and let her have the baby, much to others' surprise.

She was Nessar's whore, everyone knew it, it was a universal understanding. After giving birth to a baby girl, Lacia still didn't change her lifestyle and continued to live the life she wanted, pulling her farther and farther away from Herze. Though knowing little baby Lain wasn't his, he still provided the money for her raising. Being a very irresponsible Mother, Lacia didn't mind her baby girl taken away from her.

From the day she was born, Lain was taken care of by different people of Nessar, all unwilling to do so but was forced under the threatening eye of her Father. No one had dared asked whether she was Herze's daughter by birth, yet it was obvious that she wasn't because of her pitch black hair. Her Mother's history with the men also explained a lot.

'When's she leaving?'

'I don't know, but I've got notice that she'll be taken to Earth, you know, by her Mother.'

'Are you serious? Lacia Peragrine's really going to take her back? Why? I was told that Herze forbid her to see her daughter!'

'How would I know, I'm not the boss. You know, even if I were her Mother, I wouldn't want to take care of her.'

'Don't say that!'

'It's true! Look at the girl, what she? Nine? Her eyes are chilling, just like her Mother when, you know, she's in business mode.'

'Yeah, but her eyes are chilling twenty four seven. You think she knows what's going on with her pathetic life? You know, especially about her Mom?'

'Maybe. What I think is more chilling will be her Mom's sexual history. I've heard rumors saying that she's practically a sex addict. Do you know how many guys she feds on in a night alone?'

'A truck?'

'Probably, or at least close to that amount. Threesomes, foursomes you name it.'

'She's going to die of sex, I tell you.'

'Yeah, which is most suitable for her…'

The two women almost jumped in their seats when a small foot stepped into the kitchen.

'Hi – hi Lain, what are you doing here?'

Lain looked up at the lady she called Aunt Wewin for a while before opening her mouth. 'I want a glass of water.'

'Su – sure, go get it by the counter.'

Nodding, Lain walked up to the counter by the sink and stepped on the small stool. Looking down, she saw a bottle that was sealed. She was about to reach out for it when Wewin cried for her to stop.

'Don't touch that Lain! That's thinner.'

Lain just looked over her shoulder and gave her a look before picking up the water jug. Pouring herself a glass of water, she stepped down the stool and left the kitchen soundlessly while the two women watched her leave.

'She's creepy Wewin, absolutely creepy.'

'Yeah, but sometimes, I pity her you know, I really do. She's in a way absolutely innocent.'

'If you really have to blame, blame her Mother.'

'Yeah, they're both pathetic, they really are.'

'So you're Lain, the whore's daughter.'

'Novita! Don't say that!'

'What? I'm not wrong Quasim.'

Shaking his head, Quasim tried to pull the nine year old Novita back. They had heard from others that the infamous Lacia had taken her daughter back and was called to the headquarters by Herze van Ness. Though Herze had had a lot of women and offsprings, Lain was the only legitimate daughter of his because he was legally married to Lacia. Though little, Novita knew how unfair this was to her Mother and swore revenge. When she heard that Lain was here, she had marched down to lounge where she was left alone with Quasim running after her in desperate hopes of pulling her back.

'You have no right to be Father's legitimate daughter!' Novita cried.

'Novita!' Quasim hissed.

'What are you? Scared? Say something!' Novita taunted while Quasim held her back. 'You're not even Father's real daughter!'

At that, Lain turned and glared at her with bright amber orbs.

'What? You're getting angry?' Novita jeered. 'Say something!'

'Get away from me.' Lain said flatly, still sitting on the couch in a nice little black dress, looking like a doll, an expressionless doll.

'What?' Novita screeched. 'You have no right to say that! You're the one who should get out of here! Get out!'

'Stay away from my daughter.' Another voice bellowed from the door. Turning around Quasim and Novita saw Lacia Peragrine standing there with glaring eyes. 'Back off.'

'Come on! Get out Novita!' Quasim hissed. 'You won't want this to get to Father and your Mother! Let's go.'

Throwing Lain one more glance, Novita whirled around and marched out of the lounge with her nose in the air. Giving Lacia an apologetic head nod, Quasim scrambled after his sister.

'You alright there?' Lacia asked, stepping into the room.

Shooting her a brief glance, Lain jumped from the sofa and looked up at the woman she was supposed to call 'Mom'. She didn't look like a Mom at all and she had barely seen her since she was born. It had already been ten years yet Lacia Peragrine was still the beautiful women she was at twenty five.

'Let's go.' Lacia held out her hand. Giving it a brief look, Lain put her small hand into hers and let her lead the way out of the headquarters while people who passed by stared.

She was later brought to Earth where she was settled inside a big villa near Carpentaria. There, she met, for the first time, Lacia's older sister, Madge who too had a child, a son who was two years younger than her. Completely opposite from Lain, Marni was a very energetic boy who completely ignorant and innocent to say the least.

Lain was basically kept in the villa for most of the time while her Mother was practically out twenty four seven. If she wasn't out, she'd be fucking away with more than one guy in her room. What she wasn't aware of was her room was just adjacent her daughters.

Lain didn't understand why her Mother had to do that to herself, didn't understand why she had to ruin her life, ruin her body physically with the uncountable amount of sex she had. She was trying to destroy herself.

'Play with me Lainy! Please!' Marni wailed, tugging Lain by the arm.

'You know I don't play.' Lain said, staring down at the little boy.

'Come on!' Marni tugged on her sleeve harder. 'You're so boring.'

Lain rolled her eyes. 'Yes, I am boring.'

Walking down the hallway with Marni tagging her, she stopped beside the entrance to the drawing room where she heard sobs. It was her Mother.

'I want to die.'

'Don't say that!' Madge cried in a choked voice, holding her sister tightly.

'Look at me! I'm pathetic Madge! I can't even bond with my daughter! I'm ashamed of doing so! Do you know why I left my daughter to Herze? I didn't want her to see what a pathetic woman her Mother is! I don't even know what I'm doing now Madge! I don't!'

'Shh…' Madge hushed. 'It's going to be okay. You can still turn back Lacia, you still can, trust me.'

'I can't…' Lacia sobbed. 'He's coming after me, he wants me to die, he's going to take revenge on me, I know it.'

'Shh…'

'Mommy!' Marni suddenly cried from behind Lain. Looking up, Madge watched as her son jumped onto the sofa. 'Why's Aunt Lacy crying?' He reached out one chubby hand and touched Lacia's face. 'Why are you crying?'

'Aunt Lacy's okay.' Lacia smiled, rubbing her eye.

'Lainy! You're Mommy's crying!' Marni cried.

Stepping into the entrance, Lain looked at her Mother with expressionless eyes. When she turned, Madge opened her mouth. 'Where are you going? '

'I'm going to the kitchen.' Lain said flatly. 'I want a glass of water.'

'We were wondering if you'd like to go out for dinner, it's your birthday in a couple of days.' Madge said in a hopeful tone.

'No thank you.' Came Lain's prompt response.

'I'm a terrible mother.' Lacia said after a few moments of tense silence, taking a deep breath. 'I really am, Lain.'

'Yeah.' Lain looked over her shoulder, amber eyes staring at amber eyes. 'You are Mother.'

It was another snowy night, a snowy yet sleepless night for Lain. Unlike other nights however, it wasn't because of the noise from the next room, she really couldn't sleep.

Sitting at the window, she stared out the glass pane, watching as the snow swirled down, some of it gathered at the window pane. The house was exceptionally quiet tonight with the absence of Marni's occasional screams and shouts. Madge had taken her son out on their monthly bonding dinners and Lacia was no where to be seen. Lain knew there was an underground workshop in the basement but she'd never been there nor would she be allowed.

Reaching under the cushion, Lain took out a pistol. She had found it lying around on the kitchen a few days ago with a polishing cloth. She had gone back the next morning and still found it there, so she took it. Though only nine, she already knew how to use a gun and a lot of other firearms, thanks to her roving life between acting members of Nessar. They didn't really teach her, she just watched them behind doors.

It was a pretty heavy pistol for her age, yet somehow, she felt attached to it. She knew what her Mother did and though despising her, she had to admit that she wanted to inherit her 'business'. She could do it.

Sighing, Lain was about to stuff the pistol back under the cushion again when she heard a loud bang. Frowning, she put on her slippers and hopped from the window pane. Pausing, she dug her hand under the cushion and took out the pistol, sticking it into the back of her black track pants. Grabbing her worn hooded jacket, she stepped out of her room soundlessly. Just then, she heard a scream and a gunshot.

Peeking behind a closet from the second floor, she watched as her Mother was thrown onto the marble floor like a rag doll, a bullet hole in the wall behind her.

'If you want to kill me, then kill me.' Lacia said through gritted teeth, blood sliding down the side of her face.

Five men entered through the main doors, the man holding out his gun being the leader. Licking his lips, he sneered down at Lacia. 'Oh, we will kill you, but we'd like to do a little bit more before we take that step.' He looked over his shoulder. 'What did the boss say?'

'That she's a whore and we could do whatever we could.'

'With the end result being that she's dead.'

'The boss hates you, you know that don't you?'

Lacia glared up at him. 'Of course I do.'

'You're nothing to him now, you're an idiot for letting that family business of yours slip away from your fingers. Now that everything's gone to him, you're really nothing but a whore, a broken whore.'

'We should sell her to Nessar's brothels, who knows? She might make a fortune for us in the end.'

'Not a bad idea, but before that, I think we should have a little fun of our own.'

Lain couldn't help but slid down onto the floor at her Mother's echoing screams from the foyer. Pulling her knees to her chest, she covered her ears and bowed her head, trying to block out the blood curling shouts as the thugs raped her one by one, right on the cold marble floor of the foyer. When Lacia tried to run, they pulled her back and pinned her down on the floor, knocking down three bottles of thinner on the high table beside the stairs.

She didn't understand. Why was she screaming? Why was she resisting? She'd have sex with different men practically every night and she didn't say a thing. She enjoyed it. Why was she screaming like this?

Feeling her heart pound in her chest, Lain looked out from behind the closet again after what seemed like forever. The screams had stopped in replacement of rapid panting. The panting died down too as two of the thugs pulled their pants again. Lighting a cigarette, the leader took a puff, jeering down at Lacia's unmoving body.

'Shall we go?'

Nodding, he grinded the cigarette into Lacia's naval yet she was too tired and too beaten up to even wince from the burning pain.

'Who is it?'

Gasping under her breath, Lain realized that she had stuck her head out too far. Dodging back, she took out the pistol from the back of her track pants and loaded it.

'Who is it? Come out!'

'It's the whore's daughter.'

'Here little one, come out come out wherever you are.'

Grimacing at the words, Lain held still as she heard footsteps up the stairs. Gulping down a big lump in her throat, she jumped out from behind the closet. Raising the pistol, she aimed it at the leader and pulled the trigger. The bullet shot right through his forehead and at the force, he fell back and rolled down the stairs, landing on the floor with a pool of blood around his head.

'Mother of fuck! Get that girl now!'

She didn't really know what was happening but after four gunshots, she found four dead men before her, all with blood oozing out of their bodies, from prominently lethal areas.

She stood there, staring down at the bloody scene before her, the bloody scene she had created herself. Lying on the floor, stripped and beaten, Lacia did not have the strength to even stand up. All she could do was watch with blurry eyes as Lain walked down the stairs slowly, stepping across the dead bodies, bodies of the thugs who had rapped her Mother practically before her eyes. Her footsteps heavy, blood dragged from her slippers, mixing with the thinner that had splashed all over the slippery floor earlier.

Looking down at the women she called a Mom, Lain felt exceptionally calm, horrifyingly calm. Managing to hold her head up a little, Lacia looked at her daughter through dull amber eyes.

'I want to die.' Lacia whispered in a barely audible voice, her sounds she made coarse from all the screaming and struggling she had done. 'I want to die…'

Lowering her eyes slightly, Lain watched as her Mother tucked her head into her shoulder and started to sob.

She wanted to die.

Turning away, she headed towards the high table and pulled out the drawer, taking out a box of matches with one hand, the pistol still in the other.

Backing away with her eyes on her choking Mother the whole time, she took off her blood soaked slippers and stepped onto the snow with only her socks on. Pulling the box out, she lit the match and held it up to her eyes. Giving her Mother one more glance, she flicked it out and watched as the fire ran all over the floor, lighting everything that had thinner in contact, including her Mother.

The night went on with snow falling softly. Standing in front of the villa the whole night, Lain watched as the place she called home was burnt down, including the woman she called Mother.

She killed her Mother.

She stood there until the house burnt down. Her feet were numb from the soaking coldness, her fingers still tightly wrapped around the pistol she used to kill the five thugs.

'You did this?'

At the male voice, Lain looked up and paused before looking over her shoulder. Herze van Ness was standing there with Quasim and Daires behind him.

Herze raised his eyebrows. 'You did this?'

'She killed her Mother, her Mother for crying out loud.' Daire hissed behind Herze's back. 'And she's only nine!'

Turning around, Lain looked up at her tall Father with bright amber eyes. 'I'm not nine, I'm ten today.'

'You killed them, all six of them?' Herze asked, narrowing his eyes down at her.

'Yes.' Lain said. 'I killed them.' Holding her hand out, she dropped the pistol onto the ground.

'Come back to Nessar and work for me.' Herze said promptly.

'But sir – ' Daire protested.

'Either that, or you'll pay the consequences Lain.' Herze said darkly, not a usual tone used on a ten year old who's suppose to be his daughter.

Lain looked up at him silently.

'So?' Herze raised his eyebrows.

'If you want me to work for you,' Lain paused, 'then I'll work for you… Father.'

End of Chapter 10
Next Update: 9th October, 2005

A/N: Ironically, I got to watch the very last episode of GSD yet none of the other episodes. Can't say I was that impressed with it, though the last episode of GS was pretty vague too. Just a random rant. Two chapters left!