Warnings: language, slight reverence to paedophilia (soldiers), possible rape, abuse. Erm. I think that's everything.
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"I'll pause this, so Treize can give us the full side to his story." O mentioned thoughtfully whilst helping J untangle one of the cameras that still had a bit of life in it.
Everyone looked briefly at the screen once more before turning back to Treize. Waiting for him to explain.
"Well, it was about six years ago, when I was about 19. Due to my skills, I was moving up the ranks as it were. My uncle thought it would help his reputation if he were to have me by his side. I attended many conferences that held little interest, appearing in a few balls here and there. He would 'treat' me to trips to the theatre, usually Opera's. I had seen them all, and they begun to lose my interest. My uncle was floundering to find something that would keep me around."
"On one trip to the L1 cluster, again for diplomatic procedures, I was returning towards our hotel, my uncle having left an hour or so before, when I heard screaming down the alleyways." Treize paused, his eyes blanking as he reminisced his first viewings of his uncle's 'games'. Although his uncle didn't do anything himself, he always sent his men off to do his dirty work, usually with cameras, so he could watch it later. No matter how long Treize had been around his uncle, he had never actually seen his men until that night; but he knew they were his by the markings on their uniforms. Anything his uncle owned, he also owned. "I will not lie by saying my uncle was a man based on principles. If he saw something he wanted, he got it. It seemed that he had allowed his men some time off. They were probably feeling the effects of their short term celibacy and decided to try out what was available. Sadly someone didn't want to accept what they offered."
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Pant. Pant. Pant. Hasty footsteps resounding along the alleyways. Pant. Pant. Pants reflecting off the shabby walls of derelict apartments.
Gotta get outta here. Why the hell was I stupid enough to help that lady?
You already know the answer to that; it's your soft spot kiddo.
Fuck off you ass!
Rather than arguing with myselves, how about we work a way outta here.
Nimbly the figure raced towards an alleyway to the right, then scaled a wire fence. Scraping his legs when he pulled himself over, as his tattered clothes got caught. Another turn, another bend.
I think I lost them.
"Well, well, well. Looks like he changed his mind after all." One word came to Foan's mind.
Shit!
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"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" a screech from the young woman, trapped between seven huge men. Lying on the floor, fetal position; trying to protect herself and her child from the vicious kicks landing on them. "That'll teach yeh to refuse us you slut!" came the contemptuous shout, followed by another searing kick to the woman's lower back. The air filled with the sounds of her trying to wretch and breathe at the same time.
Sounds of zippers sliding down. Screaming. Heaving grunts as men tried to lift and uncurl her trembling form, forcing her to drop her little girl.
"Hey! Leave them alone you rotten bullies!" came the sharp cry of a young boy, as he hailed the men in pebbles he found on the floor around him.
"What the Hell!"
"Is he taking the piss?"
"Get him you goons! Why the hell are you all just standing there? Stop him!" ordered a burly man in his late thirties, one hand covering his face and an arm outstretched trying to dodge the pebbles to grab the boy.
He ran…
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"I had arrived in time to see them hitting and stripping a young boy about nine years or so. From what I had gathered, they had just caught this child, after giving him a long chase around the streets. Apparently he had assaulted them, screaming about Fed's being evil, manipulative and destructive to the true peace of the colonies. I didn't believe them, but didn't bother to argue something I couldn't prove. Instead I … intervened."
"What the hell does intervened mean?" Duo stated confused.
"How can you pilot a Gundam, and not know what intervened means?" Relena sneered at him.
"How dare you insult me, you…you…over-rated pinkie demon!" he flustered in an attempt to revive his little dignity.
"Relena, Maxwell is from L2. Most people couldn't afford schooling as it was, so for orphans, it was practically impossible. Duo was lucky enough to be taken in by a priest who taught him and cared for him." G reprimanded quietly, whilst Wufei was holding Zech's back from whacking his insensitive sister. "Duo; intervened means he stepped in, took over, prevented, and whatnot."
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"Unhand him." Treize demanded quietly.
"No way mate! It took enough trouble getting him and we're looking for deserts" came the retort of a grimy, rat-like man. Treize's stomach turning as he watched him clutch his lower half against the small boy. "Now I suggest you clear off, before something bad happens to yah, see."
Tired and affronted by these men's responses to him, he threw his cape over his shoulder, revealing his leading rank above all the males present. His arm arching slightly as he revealed his sword, encrusted with his family emblem.
"Oh SHIT"
"Bugger"
"Man, we are so in for it when the boss finds out."
Treize sighed as he heard the collective shocked reactions. Then remembering his intention said "take the boy to my chambers, two rooms down from Dermail's. I'm sure you know where that is?" a few heads nodding "I clearly can't trust any of you enough to leave this boy alone. I will allow you to escort the boy and me, and then join you when you go and explain to my uncle, your commander, why you deliberately disobeyed an order. Do I make myself clear?" the gulps were definitely audible. No one wanted to give bad news to the commander, and they certainly didn't want to be the ones in trouble.
But Treize wasn't paying attention to the soldiers, but to the look in the young boy's eyes. They are so intriguing. Like there's a firefly trapped behind them, trying to get out. He watched as the boy eventually gave up struggling against the men, merely deciding to glare at anyone who looked at him. It's certainly a nice change to see a little passion in this godforsaken dump. Everything seems so dead here.
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"After I returned from watching my uncle scream bloody murder at his charges, I had expected to find that Heero, Erm…, Foan had snuck a few items off the complimentary food tray and had decided to rearrange the furniture in something that would rival modern art's mess. I didn't expect to see everything left as it was, with him cradling on of my marble chess pieces, looking at it with such awe and devotion. Twisting it; holding it to the light; studying it from every possible angle. It felt like he believed there was nothing more important in the universe, than understanding that figure."
"I've never seen real pieces so close before." Treize blinked. He hadn't expected the boy to talk. He watched the boy despondently place the rookie back where it was before. The child turned to the teen, looking ready to say something before deciding against it with a small shake of his head. Trying again the boy spoke "why'd you do it? What do you want from me, if not the same as them? Although, if it is the same, at least you're kind enough to make it more comfortable."
"It was not my intention to do anything to you. I merely dislike the thought of something like that happening to someone so young, when it can be avoided." Treize answered easily, disturbed by the way it clearly looked to the lad before him and by the snort he had got for his concern. "You can leave here now if you wish. But I think that it would be best if you stayed here until daylight. My uncle's men have been let back out onto the streets, they will probably want to vent out their rage. They can do anything they want, until they're on duty again tomorrow. If you're in here at least you'll have my protection. Once you step outside they'd replay what almost happened, with a lot more violence I assure you."
Foan had watched the older boy closely during this speech, but had not detected any falseness to his words. Perhaps being here the night won't be so bad. I could always escape if he tries anything. As long as I stay awake I'll be safe.
"I think that I would like to…I mean, I …could you teach me how to play this game." He gestured towards the marble play-set he had been admiring (or rather drooling over) earlier.
With the smallest hint of a smile the younger version of Treize merely nodded his head. Setting up the game, teaching and playing until the hours merged together to bring up the sun; the only hints of their connection to the world, being Treize's' grimace and Foan turning his face quickly away from the sound of a scream, followed by the scent of burning.
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