Is anyone still reading this? Anyways, I'm sorry this is, like, reaaally late. I had forgotten to update my chapters, so everything got deleted by FanFiction...that, and I had no inspiration to continue...until now! XD
And, thanks to a reviewer, I'm going to TRY to make my torture scenes more graphic and better and whatnot, and if they're not, well, I'm still learning! Of course, if someone would like to write them for me...:D Also, I know some (all) of the characters don't really seem like themselves, so sorry, but I'm not going to re-watch the anime to make them more realistic. Plus, they're meant to be OOC soo...please just bear with me.
Also, for any Spanish speakers that read my random conversations, forgive some of the incorrect words and grammar. Shane decided to use google translator to make sure they were in correct context. -.- I noticed this as I was re-reading my chapters...smh
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Hector Sanders snarled viciously, sweeping his arms across his desk. Papers, pens, and other office materials were sent flying to the floors. He grabbed his chair and flung it through the large window that make up one wall, leaving a large, jagged circle in it. He punched the wall, his fist easily penetrating the hard plaster. He was boiling with his artificial anger. All he wanted to do was go on a murderous rampage. Kenjo-san's reports had not satisfied him in the least and time was running out. He knew that Kuga prisoner was the key to destroying the one threat against his dictatorship: Otome-gem.
He knew all about the plans of creating a weapon that would mass-destroy all enemy A.I. units. He also knew the gem that contained all secrets of the A.I. race had been stolen and taken to the underground fortress. It would only be a matter of time before the codes were cracked and his empire would come crashing down.
Forcing himself to calm down, Hector retracted his arm from the wall and stood upright. He breathed in deeply several times before he smoothed and dusted off his suit, straightened his tie, and combed back his hair. Having collected himself, he called for a maid to clean up his office and repair his window and wall. The dictator then retrieved his personal items -a suitcase, hat, and several folders- and proceeded to leave the building.
On the way to his car, Hector took out his cell phone and dialed a familiar number.
"Kenjo Daiki speaking."
"Ah, Mr. Daiki," Hector cooed in a faux friendly voice. "I trust you know who is speaking to you?"
Kenjo-san stuttered, "H-Hai, Sanders-sama."
Hector smiled, even though Kenjo-san could not see it. "Good. Now, I must say, I am quite displeased with your progress of Ms. Natsuki Kuga. It has been four months, and not one crack has been made? Perhaps I made a mistake to believe you were the best option for the job? After-all, I very well could have transferred Ms. Kuga to Mr. Stanton's ward in Germany."
"G-Gomen, Sanders-sama. She is very resilient-"
"Then add more gas to the fire!" Hector shouted, his true mood slowly resurfacing. "Tell Fujino to step up her game, or so help me I'll send Ms. Kuga AND you to Mr. Stanton! Do I make myself clear?"
An audible gulp was heard from the other line. "H-Hai, Sanders-sama."
Hector hung up.
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Youko thumped her head against the wall in a rhythmic motion. Her forehead was bruised by now. She had spent almost three days nonstop trying to decipher one code, and only cracked less that one tenth of it. The fact that it was one of the shortest and least complicated was what made her so frustrated by her lack of progress. The others hadn't fared as well as she had. One had yet to be broken, and there were hundreds more to go. Youko was frustrated, exhausted, and pressed for time. The stress was definitely getting to her.
"Fuck-" Thump. "-my-" Thump. "-life." She groaned.
"Sleep might be something you wanna look into."
Youko rested her head against the wall and sighed. "I can't afford to rest, Midori; it's been four months since Natsuke was captured. FOUR MONTHS! I-I need to crack this gem! Who knows how long she has?" She clenched her fists, holding them to her temples in an attempt to ward off an incoming headache.
Midori frowned and pulled Youko into a comforting embrace. "I know how you're feeling. Everyone's feeling this despair, but don't kill youself over this thing, Youko. You need rest."
But Youko shoved the red-head away, eyes blazing with emotion. "Natsuki is out there killing herself for us, Midori! There is no time for rest. She's suffering worse than I am right now, and I'm going to do everything I can to help bring her back home! Even if it kills me!" She shouted.
"You know Natsuki, Youko! You know she wouldn't want you to be doing this to yourself! She'd want you to be taking care of yourself and doing all you can to help keep Otome-gem safe, not her!" Midori shouted back, her pent-up emotions now coming into play. "She knew what the hell she was doing! She knew she would most likely be killed in the process, however long it took. It was a sacrifice she made to keep us safe. How do you think she'd react if she saw you right now? Hm? How do you think she'd feel if she learned you were slowly killing yourself?"
Youko looked away in shame.
"Exactly. I know you're hurting, Youko, we all are! But it's your duty to be strong just like Natsuki and hold yourself together until this war is finished and we bring justice for all of the innocent lives that have been taken. You know that's something she'd want." Midori finished, her voice ending on a harsh note.
Several stray tears left wet streaks on the woman's face, but Youko wiped them away. With a wavering voice, she said, "I'm sorry."
The fragileness Youko was exhibiting calmed the hardened red-head. Midori sighed, shoulders slumping. She touched her lover's cheek. "Come on; I'll walk you to your room. You need to sleep." The tired woman followed her without complaint this time.
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Shizuru glowered hatefully at the blunette that was currently tightly strapped to a Saint Andrew's Cross. She was steaming at the moment. Her and Kenjo-san's earlier conversation still echoed in her mind.
"You called for me, Kenjo-san?"
He looked up from his paperwork before pushing it aside. He folded his hands atop the desk. "Hai. It has come to my attention that your 'meetings' with Kuga Natsuki have been...lacking." His voice was derrogatory and mocking as he spoke: "Honestly, your techniques are quite uncreative and lesser compared to your other 'clients'. I can't help but wonder if you are going easy on Kuga Natsuki, an action which will NOT be tolerated for she is our most valuable 'client'." He raised an eyebrow.
Shizuru grit her teeth, but her face remained calm and composed, as usual. "Yes sir. I understand." Although she sounded slightly terse. She hated cocky bastards with power that regarded themselves as being higher than everyone else.
"Good." Kenjo-san returned to his work. "I expect results, Fujino-san."
Crimson orbs narrowed. "Of course, Kenjo-san."
"You may leave."
Shizuru did so gladly.
Natsuki scowled at the brunette, her body aching from their previous meeting. A bad feeling had her stomach churning in anxiety. There was something more off about Fujino than usual, and it wasn't good. Normally, she was fairly calm until the torture began, but now she seemed to be bristling with negative and violent emotions. Something told her this would be the worst session she would endure yet.
Their eyes locked suddenly. Dread immediately filled the pit of her gut as a dark, uneven smile twisted the features of Fujino's face evily. The dim light shadowed her face in a way that gave her an even further sinister appearance. With a mocking wink, Fujino walked up to the weapon chest and pulled out a few new devices, as well as several familiar ones, Natsuki's gaze following her every movement.
The new devices were a cat o' nine tails whip with blades sewn onto the ends of each tail and an automatic thumbscrew. The familiar ones were a knife, brand, and a bottle of lemon juice and salt. 'For being so far into the future, Fujino sure uses some outdated torture devices...' Natsuki absently noted.
Fujino cleared her throat, redrawing the blunette's attention to her. "I decided to stop these little games, my cute captive. You see," She placed the brand in the fire she had started before Natsuki entered the room and spoke in a suspiciously calm manner. "I've been trying oh-so hard to not scar that pretty skin too badly, but it seems that in doing so I have inadvertently gone easy on you. Therefore, I am not holding back: if you scar, or even become disfigured, so be it. There are, after all, many other pretty girls to play with." She chuckled insanely, an eye twitching quite obviously.
Natsuki gulped, eyes wide. Fujino finally fell over the deep edge. She was screwed. If Fujino could actually step up her game, Natsuki doubted she could keep Otome-gem's secret for much longer. When she was stronger and healthier, there were no doubts in her mind that she would be able to keep her mouth shut. However, now she was severely weakened by the damage and injuries sustained in apparantly lesser torture sessions. She could hardly walk without support and could not move without pain. Everything that Fujino had done to her body inflicted smaller scars in her mentality. Her will to keep silent was breaking little-by-little. Natsuki could feel her own psyche slowly descending into a crazed darkness that terrified her to no ends. At this rate, she figured if she wasn't dead in the next couple of months, she would descend into insanity.
The touch of cool metal against her heated flesh brought Natsuki out of her thoughts and back to her current situations.
"I think I will first carve into your skin, my cute prisoner," Fujino murmured thoughtfully. She dragged the blade lightly over Natsuki's abdomen to her hip, hovering over the area where the slight protrusion of the hip bone could be seen. "What would you like: my name or...my name?"
Natsuki said nothing.
"I suppose my name will have to suffice."
Ever so slowly, Fujino applied pressure to the blade until in punctured the bruised and swollen skin and scraped against bone. Natsuki gasped and cried out as careful strokes were engraved into both her skin and bone. She squirmed against her restraints as best as she could, but it was to no avail. Every movement caused the blade to puncture her bone deeper and create more searing pain, so she did her best to keep her body taut.
There was a brief pause, suddenly, as Fujino walked to the fire and grabbed the brand that was now a bright red from the high temperature of the fire. Natsuki noticed the brand was the kanji for Fujino's name, except it wasn't Fujino: it was Shizuru.
'Shizuru?' That name...' Natsuki felt a twinge of familiarity before it was gone.
"Ara, ara, this will only hurt for a moment," She pressed the brand into the blunette's newest mark that was bruised, red and swollen, and still bleeding. Natsuki shrieked, automatically attempting to move away, but Shizuru only applied more pressure. The nauseating scent of burning flesh and the disturbing sound of sizzling skin filled the air, causing the prisoner's stomach to churn. "Or days. Whichever." Shizuru added offhandedly while removing the scalding metal and throwing it aside. The new brand stung something fierce having been left on Natsuki's hip for almost five seconds of pure agony.
"Hurt?" Natsuki forced in a strained voice. "It tickles!" She screamed when some of the lemon juice and salt was thrown on her burn. She threw her head back and strained her limbs against the leather binds and cursed roughly. The blistering skin throbbed as if it had its own heartbeat: the pain was intense. Tears trickled down her cheeks. She breathed heavily through clamped jaws, trying to ignore sharp ache of her hip.
'Really, you dumb-ass, antagonizing this devil is only gonna make it worse on you.' Natsuki sternly berrated herself.
Meanwhile, Shizuru stood with a fake smile on her face. "Kannin-na, Na-tsu-ki, but you must learn to behave. Time is running out." She commented mysteriously before grabbing a different weapon: the cat o' nines whip.
Emerald orbs dimmed. 'Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, of fuck!' Natsuki chanted in her mind, despondency written clearly on her face. Just thinking about the upcoming suffering made her ache. 'I hope this kills me...'
The brunette carressed the whip lovingly, an almost tender smile on her face. "Ara, ara, I cannot believe I never used my baby on you! How silly of me!" She giggled. Giggled. Oh, she was off. "But I'm going to have to shackle you to the cieling again..." She muttered. "Chiinu! Itaitsuki!" She shouted.
The two large, muscular men hastily threw the door open, fearing the captive had gotten lose and was about to harm or kill the torturess. "Hai, Fujino-san!" They exclaimed in unision.
"Please shackle my cute prisoner to the cieling." Shizuru ordered sweetly.
The bodyguards relaxed. "Hai." They promptly did as the brunette instructed. When finished, they bowed and returned to their positions just outside of the door.
Once they were alone, Shizuru turned to the battered prisoner. "As I was saying, this is my favorite. Simple, yet very effective." She emphasized strongly, a glint in her ruby orbs. "However, I am willing to give you a chance, Kuga-san. Tell me where Otome-gem is. I will even accept the general location."
Having experienced the sting of a bladed whip, Natsuki figured she could endure even this monstrosity of a whip. She doubted that she could withstand it as strongly, but decided to chance it.
"No."
A brief flicker of irritation. "Then suffer!" An arm raised, then swung down with a snap. The whips dug into the soft tissue of Natsuki's side and upper back, ripping away small bits of flesh with the bladed ends. It felt like being struck with nine white-hot metal rods and having them dragged across her skin a short distance. She yelped and cried out, squirming in her chains. Every strike brought upon new, stronger shouts and tears when fresh wounds were torn open even further. Natsuki gripped the chains with all the strength she contained in an attempt to dull even a fraction of the agony, her veins pushing against her skin from the strain. She wheezed in order to breathe because most of her air was being used by her vocal cords.
When Shizuru stopped, Natsuki's body sagged and trembled. She slipped a little on the blood that had accumulated beneath her while trying to gain her balance on shaky legs. Once she did, a brief glance down her body showed many open wounds that were bleeding profusely, some with skin hanging from them. To top it off, her bra had been torn off. She would have blushed if it werent' for the bloodloss.
"Ara, now would you like to share some of your information Na-tsu-ki?"
But Natsuki could only shake her head in a negative.
Shizuru hummed. "How unfortunate." Now holding a thumbscrew, she politely said, "Please extend your thumb." Of course she didn't expect the blunette to follow her order, so she ended up yanking it in an outright position and fastened the thing on. Holding up a control with two simple buttons on it, she began to explain, "Green means the thumbscrew will slowly begin to compress around your thumb, and red stops it. Every time you don't answer a question, I will press the green. Do you understand?" No answer. She balled her fist and shoved it into the captive's diaphragm. Natsuki coughed and wheezed to catch her breath, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. With as fragile as she was, it felt as if she had been stabbed."Do you understand?" Shizuru stressed.
"Yes!" Natsuki managed in a tight voice.
"Good. Now then, I'll begin with a simple question: do you know where Otome-gem is?" Her thumb hovered over the green, ready to press it.
No smart-assery, Kuga. Not now. "Yeah..."
Shizuru grinned. "Do you know how many people inhabit Otome-gem?"
"Yes."
'I have her now!" Shizuru thought in triumph. "Where is Otome-gem, Natsuki, and how many people are there?"
Natsuki paused, and then sighed as if in defeat. "Otome-gem...is 35 degrees latitude and 48 degress longitude with a population of almost 2 million...on your ass cheeks!" She suddenly exclaimed. 'So much for no smart-assery...shit.'
Crimson eyes narrowed in irritation. "Ara, you are not funny Natsuki." She then pressed the green button. "But this is." She chuckled sadistically.
Slowly, the pressure around Natuski's thumb began to increase. She grit her teeth and endured the throbbing pain silently, her stubborn attitude haven awoken, at least, until the bone began to crack. "Fuck!" She cried out in a strangled voice. The pain was like having her thumb jammed in a door and multiplied by a hundred! That shit hurt like a bitch! This was the first time her bones were under stress, and it was way worse than just being whipped, or cut, or beaten black and blue. It was worse than being tasered a hundred times over.
"I don't think you'll talk even with this," Shizuru commented. "But I'll just leave it on until Chiinu and Itaitsuki set up for our last event of the evening!" She winked before calling the men back in to set up a weird-looking table. It was shaped like a sprawled out version of the human body so that the legs would be open and the arms held out in a flying position. The arm and leg areas looked like hollowed out tubes. Natsuki wondered what that machine did through her fog of pain.
"Ookini!" Shizuru said to the bodyguards. She looked back at Natsuki, her whimpers having caught the brunette's attenion. "Ara, I almost forgot!" She pressed the red button twice, and the thumbscrew stopped and popped off. Natsuki glanced at her thumb. It was black and blue, mangled, and bleeding. She grimaced and looked away.
Shizuru eyed it. "That looks painful." She flicked the appendage. Natsuki yelped.
"It is, you bitch!" Oops! That wasn't supposed to slip out.
However, the torturess only flashed a faux smile. "Fufufu! You're as sensitive as a little puppy! One little kick and it cries with its tail between its legs."
Steel emerald shot daggers at her.
Shizuru continued smiling. "Boys, please place her in the machine."
Chiinu and Itaitsuki did as they were directed quickly and without care for the injured woman, then returned to their post. Natsuki winced, the cold metal chilling her to her bones, but at the same time the coolness felt good on her injuries. It was sort of bittersweet, really.
"Now," Natsuki flinched as Shizuru trailed her fingernails up her spine, some dipping into the grooves made by the cat o' nines whip. It hurt. "I am going to give you one chance, my cute prisoner. You see, the femur, while being the strongest bone in the body, also hurts the worst. At least, that is what I have heard fufufu. Having your thumb crushed is nothing compared to having your femur snapped," She snapped her fingers in emphasise. "in half. Either you tell me what I want to know, or you get to experience having your femur snapped," Shizuru's breath tickled the blunette's ear as she growled, "in half."
Natsuki shuddered at the threat. Terror coursed through her body. She wanted to tell this devil everything she knew in order to stop the pain. God, did she want to. But she couldn't. Natsuki knew that the moment she told Shizuru where Otome-gem is, she would be killed, the underground building would be infiltrated and destroyed, and everyone inside would be massacred. She couldn't let that happen. She wouldn't let that happen, no matter the consequences.
"I can't," She whispered, a stray tear slipped down the side of her face and into her hairline.
The brunette tsked. "Of course you can. I'll even begin the sentence for you: Otome-gem is located..."
"I won't." Natsuki corrected herself with a hardened edge to her voice.
Shizuru shrugged nonchalantly. "Suit yourself, my cute prisoner. I'll just activate the bone crusher then." She held up what looked like a piece of rectangular glass. The outline of the human form was etched on it with lines inside that indicated bones. She press appeared to be the right femur. The area shined bright red.
Natsuki jumped at multiple feelings felt around her right thigh. Her knee and upper thigh were bound and secured tightly enough to where she couldn't move the limb at all. Then, what felt like a circular object began to press down on the top of the middle of her thigh. Gradually, it began to press down with over 2000 pound of pressure. Immediately, the bone began to fracture. Natsuki released blood-curdling screams and wails at the unbearable pain. She sobbed uncontrollably between the screams. The pain was so concentrated and intense that the blunette could not feel the rest of her body's injuries.
She began to beg for Shizuru to stop the machine. She had never begged before. "Please! Stop! Please, please, please!" She pleaded and cried. "I can't take it!" She wailed at the top of her lungs. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please, stop!"
A demented grin had formed on Shizuru's face. 'There it is: the first crack.' "Tell me where Otome-gem is!" She shouted to be heard over the screams.
"I can't!" Natsuki sobbed. "Please!"
A new degree of pain began as the femur reached its limit. The machine stopped there: Shizuru had to manually order it to continue.
"One. Last. Chance. You can still save your femur, my sweet Natsuki. Just tell me Otome-gem's location."
The captive whimpered. She struggled to speak; her concentration was on her breaking thighr bone. "I-It's..." She gasped for air. Natsuki couldn't take much more of this. "I can't..." She whispered after choking her sobs back. She squeezed her eyes shut, resigned to her fate.
Shizuru murmured, "What a shame", and gave the order. With a loud, gut-wrenching snap, the femur broke.
Natsuki screamed herself hoarse, the agony having escalated ten-fold. She could barely hear Shizuru cackling sadistically over her own wails. This was the worst pain she had ever experienced in her twenty-six years of life. It was indescribable.
"Make it stop! Please! Mommy! Mommy, it hurts!" In desperation Natsuki sought the help and solace of her mother, forgetting where she was until a cold hand gripped her chin. She was forced to meet crimson irises that she could hardly see through tears. "Today will be the last day I use these methods. The next time we're testing drugs that ignite all pain sensors in your nerves. I suspect the experience will be a scream." She chuckled evilly, her eyes darkening in malignancy. "And Natsuki? When we infiltrate Otome-gem, I am going to personally deliver your body to your family before I slaughter them...piece by piece."
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Miyu finally spotted her beloved Nao after hours of searching for her. She had planned to apologize for saying what she did so harshly after Nao had left their room, but the red-head had been avoiding her ever since. When Nao did not want to be found, she wasn't.
Unless she was hungry.
Currently, Nao was looking over the menu on the androids' section. Contrary to pre-A.I. existance, androids did not function on a diet of oil. They also did not charge their batteries, since there were none to charge. They are such a sophisticated science that they are able to ingest certain minerals that allow them to remain energized.
Miyu's stomach rumbled, but she ignored it for the time being. Nao was more important. She quickly zipped across the extensive cafeteria to her lover's side, for once grateful that the woman was completely oblivious to everything around her when it came to food.
"Nao, I would like to talk with you." She stated, causing the red-head to jump and spin around in alarm.
Upon realizing who it was, lime-green eyes narrowed in irritation. "I don't feel like talking." She stated snarkily and tried to turn back around to the menu, but Miyu caught her arm
"Please, I want to apologize."
At that, Nao began to relax. "For?"
Miyu retracted her arm. "For speaking to you in a harsh manner. I realize such truths aren't the easiest to hear, therefore I shouldn't have spoken to you the way I did." She explained, fully expecting to be forgiven. After all, Miyu was NOT one to apologize for anything.
Nao tensed again. "I swear I want to slap you sometimes," Miyu widened her pink eyes. "I don't care that you spoke all mean and shit, I care that you believe our feelings are fake! Look, I don't care if it's "the truth", but Miyu...you don't always have to say it! If you have to, keep silent. Let me be oblivious to such things. I like thinking that my love for you is real, and vice-versa, okay? I like it!" Nao shouted. Yup, they were quickly becoming the center of attention. "And you know what, Miyu? I don't think-!" Suddenly, the feisty woman's words cut off. She gasped, then fell to the floor.
"Nao!" Miyu shouted in worry, quickly dropping down beside her. "What is wrong?"
"...Nnyngh!" Nao clutched at her thigh, her face contorted in strong discomfort. "I-I think it's N-Natsuki!" Out of nowhere, she fell flat on the floor. Her eyes were layered with a white substance, giving them a milky appearance.
Miyu watched with concern etched into her face. She may not be one to show emotion, but when a loved one seems to be in serious peril, she will drop all self-protective defenses. "Nao?"
The red-head shot into a sitting position, gasping for breath. Her pupils were dialated as she stared blankly at the crowd that had formed around them.
"Nao?" Miyu called once again.
"Miyu..." She locked eyes with the cyan-haired android. "It's getting worse. I don't think Natsuki can hold on much longer. That witch had her begging, Miyu! Crying and begging! She's never done that before..." Nao threw herself into Miyu's arms and sobbed, clutching onto the woman's clothes for support.
"She's not gonna make it..."
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Well, there you go. :) Hope you liked-ed-ed it!
I'll put up the chapter song when I can find one :)