Hey, everyone! Back with chapter four! I worked on this for 7 hours straight to get it to you guys! So be appreciative!! -all huffy- Anyway! I might want to warn you it's getting more violent. (:3) Okay! Let me reply back to you all so you can be on your merry way!
Medicca: My story caused you to nosebleed!! -gets all excited- But hey! Balthier was in MY closet! -goes to check closet- H-He's gone?! 9.9 YOU STOLE HIM, DIDN'T YOU??
3: -meanie face- We won't have a whole conversation with meanie faces! -meanie face- -takes tea- WHAT?! No crumpets?! -glares at you- You heartless fiend. T-T
Black Night Luster: HEY! Balthier has a reputation he has to stand up to! If he just got raped and didn't defend himself, I wouldn't have a story! Or a bad one...
pika pika paradise: Is it possible for Balthier to break? O.o I think...YES! Ha ha. I love Balthier torture. ... And I'm a masochist. I DON'T GET HOW THIS BALANCES OUT!! -pouts- Thankies for coming back, though! -huggles-
Now! Enjoy after the disclaimer!
Disclaimer: Balthier...he got out of my closet...again. Medicca...GIVE ME BACK MY FFAMRAN MID BUNANSA!! Oh...I don't own FF XII.
Part four: Defile
Basch trailed down the hall towards Al-Cid's office, his helmet under his arm. With things standing as they were, he was hoping that the news about to be relayed to him would be of the utmost use. Still, as of yet, nothing seemed to be in favour of the sky pirate and the entire situation was taking much longer than originally anticipated. He had assumed to come to Rozarria and have Balthier out in the same day, then quickly be on their way back to Archadia.
He stopped suddenly and shook his head. Since he had been in Rozarria, he had yet to report back to Larsa, a mistake that cannot go lightly. The moment that his conference was completed with Al-Cid, he would be sure to send word to the young master. Yet, when he stepped into Al-Cid's presence, he could sense an aura of dread clouding the room. He walked fully into the office and bowed.
"Word on Balthier's current situation?" he asked when he stood straight.
Al-Cid was sitting at his desk with his fingers crossed, his forehead upon them, staring at the papers on his desk. When he heard the Judge speak, he raised his head and sighed, shaking it before standing. He picked up a paper and walked to the front of his desk, coming to stand fully in front of Basch. He did not speak word, only looked at the paper, reading it and rereading it several times. The feeling was most uncomfortable and Basch shifted his helmet as he waited for the Head to speak.
Finally, Al-Cid looked up at Basch intently.
"Judge Gabranth…it would appear that the situation—" he paused and put his hand to his face, as if thinking carefully on how to word his sentence. "The situation has become grave, I'm afraid." He watched Basch exchange a glance of curiosity. Al-Cid said naught a word and held out the paper to the Judge.
Basch hesitated before taking it. He brought it to him and read it over carefully. As he read, Al-Cid adverted his gaze to the side when he watched Basch's eyes widen. When he finished, he jerked his head up.
"They cannot be serious!"
Al-Cid only shook his head. He looked up at Basch, face stern; that expression alone was one Basch hoped not to see over such a matter.
"I am afraid it is." He walked passed Basch to the door that was slightly ajar. He pushed it shut and even though Basch's eyes followed his movement, he did not turn around. After a few intense seconds, he turned. "If your ally is to confess, truth or otherwise, he is to be executed immediately; no questions asked."
Basch's expression was wide and he looked back down at the paper. He clenched his eyes shut and shook his head.
"How can they allow such inhumanity?!"
Al-Cid only shrugged, not knowing anything that could be said. He walked up to Basch and stood merely a foot away from him.
"Judge Gabranth."
"Sir?"
"You need to get word of this to Balthier as soon as you can. Even the slightest mention that he might have committed the crime will be reason for them to execute him."
Basch nodded and bowed. "Yes, your grace."
"No time can be spared, Gabranth. I will arrange transportation for you at once to the prison. By the time you have exited the building, there will be someone waiting to take you there."
Basch bowed again.
"Thank you."
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Balthier rolled over onto his side, holding his stomach. He did not know how much more of this he could handle. It was at this time that he was hoping the guards would come to retrieve him for "interrogating." At least that ended and he could come back to his cell to recuperate. However, now when he was brought back to his cell, it was out of the frying pan and into the oven. He was never able to have a moment to rest - he was constantly trying to fight off his cellmate from being beaten…or worse.
The moment he was down was all the other needed and he bent down, grabbed Balthier's shoulders and pinned his back to the sand. Balthier cringed as the grains dug into still-fresh wounds. He opened his eyes and narrowed them at the man leering over him, dark eyes peering into his own.
"I told you not to undermine me, you worthless sky pirate!" He switched hands and grabbed Balthier's wrists, pinning them above the sky pirate's head with his left hand alone. Balthier jerked to the side, trying to get free, but failed, horribly. "So then," the man continued as he began undoing Balthier's belt. "I guess we're going to have to do this the hard way." When he finished his sentence, he had the other's buckle undone.
Balthier jerked again and brought up his leg, trying to kick the man, but the man was too close to his abdomen and not close enough to his legs. As his leather pants began to be pulled down, the inmate stopped suddenly and looked down when he felt regular cloth. Balthier glanced down to see what it was that took the other's attention, but was answered when the man grinned and looked at him, holding up a burgundy cloth.
Without so much as a word, Balthier was dragged over to the iron bars that separated the cell from the platform area, fighting the whole way. The man traced the cloth through the bars and tied the sky pirate's hands to them, making it to where the other's hands were immobile.
When he went back to removing Balthier's pants, Balthier brought his leg up, trying to kick the man away; however, his attack was intercepted and the inmate pulled the other's leather pants to just around his ankles and calves. Now, if Balthier felt the need to try that again, he would have to use more energy trying to kick with both instead of just one.
"Back off!" Balthier shouted when the inmate leaned over him. He brought up his knee and tried to knee him in the chest, but the man just laughed at the other's attempts.
"You brought this upon yourself, thief, when you kicked me in the groin."
Balthier let out a grunt and tugged his arms, trying to get his wrists free. He pulled up and glared at the other.
"Touch me with those vile hands of yours, and I might just have to remove them."
"You're not in any position to threaten me. So if I were you, I'd shut up about now."
Balthier gritted his teeth and pulled his leg from his pant leg. He brought it up and tried to kick the man across the face, but his ankle was grabbed and instead, the man just positioned himself between the sky pirate's thighs.
"You're tough," he stared as he undid the button and zipper on his own pants. "So I'm guessing you don't need any preparation."
Balthier stopped struggling for a moment and stared at what was about to happen. He looked up at the man and jerked back.
"If you so much as touch me with that, I'll castrate you once I'm released. If you're willing to accept that and take the chance, then feel free to continue."
For a moment, the man actually halted his actions. He seemed to think about, but then shrugged. "I think I'll take the chance," he said in a sarcastic attitude.
And with that, in one rough movement, his entire length was buried inside the sky pirate.
It did not take long for Balthier to realize which was worse: the lashings or this. The answer was obvious. At least the lashings were only skin deep; but this…this went beyond anything he had ever experienced and it took all of his will power to now scream bloody murder. It was the last bit of dignity he now had left. As the man pulled out and pushed back in, it felt as though his insides were being continually stabbed with an eight-inch blade. It was as if it was a knife that was shoved roughly inside him, twisted and turned and then pulled back out only to repeat the process.
His eyes shot wide and he had to literally bite his own tongue to keep from shouting. He clamped his eyes shut and bit on his bottom lip, causing it to bleed. The only thing that gave some relief to the pain was the blood that was beginning to drip from the inside of his thighs – it helped to make the other slide in and out with at least a bit of ease.
What seemed like ages passed and when the inmate tensed up, Balthier knew what was coming. The first thing to flash through Balthier's mind was that it was almost over…that was until the man completely buried himself as he was about to release. Balthier jerked up, ignoring the searing pain in his stomach and, wide-eyed, shook his head roughly.
"Stop!" he shouted, but went unheard. "N-Not that deep!" was all he could get out before the other's seed was spilled inside him. The pain intensified and Balthier collapsed in a heap. It took him forever to figure out why his body would not stop shaking even after the man pulled out, a small trail of blood following after it. When his hands were finally unbound, he pulled his hand to his face and realized that tears were streaming down his face.
He was crying.
Actually crying.
He sat up and hunched over. He could not even recall the last time he cried. Even when he thought his father was going insane, he did not dare let anything as such seep from his ducts.
His thoughts were interrupted when there was clanging on the bars.
A little late for a guard to be showing up, was the next thought to run through his head and he let out a laugh that sounded almost inhuman at the thought. He turned his head to see what the commotion was and it did not register that it was Basch standing at the gate with the guard, his expression wide.
The guard turned to look at Basch.
"Ten minutes," was all he said before he turned on his heel and left.
Seeing that he had to move, Balthier went to stand up, but found that his legs would not heed his commands and he fell to his knees. He looked down, a blank stare on his face and saw the blood trailing down the inside of his thighs. He shook his head and sat down, grabbing his pants and putting then back, though in a daze. As he went to stand, he saw the abandoned burgundy cloth still sitting in the sand. He grabbed it before he made his way over to the Judge.
At first, Basch said nothing; he just gave a worried and sympathetic look to his comrade. That look was something Balthier came to despise. It was as though he was being pitied.
Balthier gripped the iron bars and looked at the ground.
"Balthier—"
Balthier just shook his head. "I assume that you're not here to have me released," he interrupted. Basch said nothing. Of course, Balthier did not expect him to.
However, Basch did something that Balthier was not expecting. Basch grabbed the bars, but placed his hands over Balthier's. He gripped them and Balthier looked up, his eyes dull. Basch shook his head and reached his hand through the bars, wiping the other's face.
"Tears are not suited to that face, Balthier." At those words, Balthier adverted his gaze. However, Basch grabbed the back of Balthier's head and kissed his forehead, as if to give the notion that there still were people that cared about his safety and well-being. It may have been a little strange for that action for men of their age, but acceptance has no age limit.
Balthier shook his head and looked up Basch, eyebrows furrowed upwards.
"I don't know how much longer I can endure this nonsense," he said, eyes still watering. He started to get aggravated that he was unable to cease his own crying. He felt as though it made him seem weak. The leading man does not cry. For some reason, that phrase popped into his head.
"We're trying all we can, Balthier," Basch replied, running his hand through the other's hair. He found it difficult to control his own emotions at the moment. Anger, sorrow, regret—. Just about every emotion was flooding through him and he hoped he would be able to cease everything that was being done against the sky pirate. It was the last thing he deserved. "But Rozarrian laws are much more difficult to impute." He shook his head solemnly. "But, whatever you do, you cannot give into their demands to have you tried." He saw Balthier's queried look and also, a look that said, I had no intentions of it. He shook his head again. "If you do, they'll execute you immediately."
Balthier looked back down at the ground, his face now in disbelief. He looked back up to the Judge. "Just like that, then? No trial? No chance for acquittal?" Basch did not reply, only shut his eyes.
"I promise you that you'll be released soon, Balthier. I can swear that to you."
Balthier let his usual half-smirk cross his face. "It's not a wise idea to spread false hope, Basch."
Basch shook his head and forced a smile. "I would never."
They were interrupted as a guard came up behind Basch. He shook his head and cleared his throat.
"Time's up."
Basch just nodded, not bothering to turn around to face the guard. He gave one last look to Balthier and kissed him on the forehead again. "Do not give up, Balthier. We are all still here for you."
Balthier smiled his usual quirky smile; though his eyes suggested feeling differ. He extracted his hand from Balthier's face and slowly slid his other hand that was still lying on Balthier's off. As he walked off, he turned back to see Balthier still watching him, his smile gone and his eyes blind, as though they were staring into the distance.
Okay! I know that was harsh, but what did you all honestly think?! Tell me where you all think this might go! I want to hear your ideas, so don't be afraid to speak up!!
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