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---Blood, Truths, and a God Damned Legacy---

Heero now understood why J had been so worried. There sat Treize in full uniform, covered in scars, but ALIVE. Deep inside, denial had overcome J's words.

Heero's mouth went dry and his eyes ceased to blink as he stared at his old enemy. Treize sat behind his desk, hands folded, watching the kneeling and cuffed Heero stare him down. It seemed that the pilot's capturing had been for his entertainment because his eyes were widely filled with amusement.

Slowly his enemy got up from his chair and walked around his desk. Heero, however, did not miss a beat. He could hear the groans of metal beneath Treize's uniform. He had a robotic leg.

He came within a foot of Heero and looked him in the eye and then walked over to his window.

"You seem at ease, is there anything I should know?" Treize continued to watch the horrific battle outside. Heero remained silent.

"How is it, such a FINE pilot as yourself managed to be captured?" he continued questioning.

"Did Une catch your tongue? I'm sure seeing me alive was much more ….stimulating" Treize paced back over to Heero and bent over slightly.

"I'll cut the small talk since you don't seem very communicable at the moment. How do I start up Wing Zero?" Treize gazed straight at Heero, his eyes fierce.

Heero finally managed to look up. Nobody could make him fight. But he could save millions of innocent people. Even though Treize's ego was too big to actually use Wing Zero, he would make exact copies of it.

His eyes matched Treize's, and then, as if to taunt him, gazed at his prosthetic leg. Treize gave him a look of disgust which only made Heero smirk.

"Your life's on the line Yuy; stop being childish." Treize continued to glare him down.

"Fuck you" the monotone voice cursed.

Fire flashed in Treize's eyes and the 'crunch' of knuckle to mouth contact soon followed. Heero felt his neck spin almost halfway around.

In anger he spat the blood back up at Treize's face.

Treize shot up from his crouched position. He closed his eyes and took in the longest and deepest breath Heero had ever heard. While his eyes were reflecting explosions, Treize reached into his pocket calmly and grabbed a handkerchief which he then used to clean the blood from his face. He then walked back to his desk and pressed a large red button. The doors immediately opened behind Heero.

"You're not getting away with this easily. We'll talk again tomorrow." He motioned his hand to the prison soldiers. "Give him a dose of torture."

A snort was replied from one of the soldiers and then they grabbed Heero and took him away. Heero continued to glare at Treize until the doors closed.

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Heero watched the marble tiles go by as his mind searched for Treize's meaning of 'Torture'. That couldn't possibly just mean returning back to the prison cell. He shook his mind of thoughts; who cared. As long as Treize didn't win over the Gundams, nothing mattered.

The prison guards carried Heero back into the prison. His eyes slowly began to re-adjust to the familiar dark red glow. He watched as they passed his old cell and walked further to the back corner of the prison. The back area was barely lit at all and he strained his eyes to see further.

One of the guards let him go and fumbled with his keys. He began to open the heavy metal door in front of them. This one had one window, with bars covering it. The rest of the door, however, was rusted and splotched with old spots of blood.

Heero let out a sigh. At least he could end this sooner than later.

The guards threw him in to the middle of a pitch black room. It was barely possible to make out anything, even with his trained eyes.

"Have fun" the guard chuckled. He closed the door behind him, leaving the pitch black and silent room all to Heero.

Heero lost count of the minutes he spent in that room, waiting for his so called torture. He couldn't remember whether it had been 30 minutes or 3 hours. A cold, damp liquid had begun to leak into his clothes. The chilly and eerie air made his insides quake from shivering. Couldn't they just hurry up and finish him?

As soon as he thought this the door slammed open making him jump slightly. He turned to see who had entered. He had expected one of the prison guards, but there stood the silhouette of a woman, her face covered in shadows. She was short but perfectly shaped: curved hips, muscular but thin thighs, slender stomach, thin but strong arms and long hair put up into pigtails with balls on top of her head. He could barely make out her uniform; it was different all right. She wore a full body suit made of silver and black shiny leather. Several straps were attached with scrutinizing and painful looking metal objects hanging from them. On her hips rested a metallic silver belt on which 10 different needle whips alone, hung.

He heard the clunk of each of her high heeled boots as she began to walk around him.

"Think you're so great. Jerk off. Try spitting blood again after this. You'll have plenty of it. I'm sure my father will love it." Her voice sent slight chills down Heero's back; it was smooth but filled with ice cold venom.

Heero repeated her last sentence in his head over and over again. Treize had ANOTHER daughter!

"Not so great anymore, are you?" she hissed. She took her heel and kicked him hard in the gut. Heero felt his stomach lurch.

"That could have been worse…… Coward" Heero could feel her grin. Worse? He suddenly felt her heel being placed on his face. She slowly dragged it down his body, stopped below his waist and left it there. Heero took a deep breath ready for the blow. Now he knew what she meant.

He was surprised and heavily relieved when she lifted her heel off of his crotch a couple seconds later but soon afterwards he heard the jingling of metal.

"Where're your friends now? Oh wait do you even have any? Do they even fucking care? Heh...they can't save you now anyways…." Her taunting went on, sending Heero's heart into numbness.

"Get up you ass hole." She kicked him in the gut again. Heero refused to budge, He didn't care anymore. He just wanted it to end. He didn't want to worry about his future anymore, involving fighting or hiding from his reality.

"GET UP!" Metal sounded.

Heero choked on pain for the slightest second but then went numb. Thousands of hooks found their way beneath his skin and dug further into his flesh with her force. Suddenly she yanked the whip back. Heero gasped heavily. For once he could not retain his feelings of pain in his life. He felt pieces of his own flesh and skin being yanked out of his body along with the hooks. His shirt was gashed with holes. Heero continued to lie there, wondering how bad her next punishment could possibly be. He didn't dare look up at her face.

"Quite bold Yuy,…quite bold" she raised her whip back over her shoulder. He heard her fumble with her whips...

"I'll ask you one more time…." She growled. Her metal whip jingled slightly, enough to send chills down Heero's spine.

"Think you're so great…." It came down. Hard. Heero choked. This whip had been spiked with nails. Never had he felt pain so excruciating. He could almost taste the rusty metal that had dug into his back. His already damp shirt had been quickly soaked, undoubtedly with his own blood.

He heard her fumble once again with her whips. Angered by the fact that she was a woman he finally brought the courage in him out. And even if she had more power against him who said he couldn't have a little fun on his way to hell?

He finally took the advantage of not having his feet cuffed. Stupid move on Treize. He swept his foot around in a 360, and came to a grin when he heard the satisfying crash of her fall.

Heero rose to his feet only to find she had beaten him to it. She stood facing him, and for once he could see her eyes. What was once a beautiful, breathtaking royal blue was now a navy blue-black color with traces of silver. The whites of her eyes grew larger, her pupils smaller. He could hear her taking in an enraged breath. He smirked.

Her fist shot out and hit him in the cheek bone, blood splattering out of his mouth.

"Ass hole!" her breathing became rigid from anger.

"You hit like a bitch" Heero tried not to sneer too big. He had hit the jackpot. She was furious.

Finally the death blow came. He heard it, wishing anything that he would have never stood up. She took her heel and slammed it full force into his balls. His world was sent spinning, his air escaped his lungs. Nothing could have winded him more. He fell to the floor, clutching his crotch in despair.

"And that, Heero Yuy, was today's torture session" she shook her hair from her eyes and proudly strode out of the room.

"Take him to his cell" she motioned to the guards outside.

Heero felt his motionless body being lifted from the ground once again by the same guards. He felt the change of light as the carried him out from the pitch black room. His vision was blurred from the loss of blood, his body was left weak.

The guards threw him forcefully back into his cell. He moaned as he landed on his back. Pain seared trough every particle of his body. Heero could feel the horrific lumps of flesh on his back. Slowly he managed to turn himself to his stomach to try and decrease the pain. He felt his world begin to spin and his vision going black. His head became too heavy to lift and he rested it on the cold and dirty concrete floor.

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"Wakey, wakey" the woman's voice purred. Was this part of his dream?

"Either you get food or not, Yuy; it's your choice" her tone became angry and impatient.

Heero began to stir, realizing as he opened his eyes that Treize's daughter was now outside his cell, holding a tray of milk and toast. Once again her mysterious face was covered by a space helmet. It started navy blue in the front but then faded to black in the back. On each side two silver crescent moons were decorated and from there the silver swirled around the rest of the helmet in an assortment of designs.

It was easy to tell if someone was lying or setting you up by looking straight into their eyes. Heero, however, never had had much of a chance to do so. He looked warily at the toast and milk. By closely looking at it, the milk was fizzing, and green chunks had sunk to the bottom. The toast had maybe one or two green spots on each slice, not to mention it looked hard as rock.

'Hell no! You've got to be kidding if you think I'm actually going to eat that' he kept his thoughts to himself.

"Disgraceful…" the girl murmured. "How about a dose of this!"

From out of nowhere, Treize's daughter brought out a plastic jug with clear liquid and spilled some on Heero's back.

It felt like his back was on fire, burning torturously. The air in his lungs had escaped leaving his body in shock. She had poured vinegar on his cuts. The pain was beyond anything he had felt earlier in his 'Torture' session. He closed his eyes and tried to breath, knowing the only thing he could do now was try to will away the pain.

"That'll teach you to be more thankful" Her voice tried to mimic the hatred her father's spoke with.

Heero dared not look up, because he knew if he glared at her angrily she would've won. He lay there, emotionless and still, his eyes fixed to the ground.

"Hmph" the girl began to walk away. Finally he heard the sound of her heels clicking begin to disappear and the door of the prison close behind her.

Heero didn't care how hungry he was or could be, he wasn't going to eat whatever they gave him. He knew they had put something in that milk, it would never have fizzed if they hadn't. He was going to have to be on his guard for the rest of the night. There was no way he was going to fall asleep.

He dwelled there, lying on his stomach, his chin resting on his crossed arms and he stared deeply at the door in which the girl had just closed.

He had never met a girl so heartless, so tough, and so veiled in secrets before in his life. It made him wonder, was she really everything she acted up to be? The first and only time he had looked into her eyes, he noticed hints of distress, anxiety, depression and hatred, but not for him. Maybe he even sensed regret?

'Could she be trying to live up to her father's legacy?' Heero shook his head.

This is ridiculous; who cares about her anyways. I'll be gone soon, and she can continue to torment the next captured soldier.

And even as he thought this, Heero knew deep down, a buried emotion, that shouldn't be there, made him determined to figure out the mysterious woman.

Slowly, against all of his will, his eyes began to lazily droop.

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BOOM!

Heero was awake, and unaware of what time it was or what was happening…..

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