Celestial Being Chronicles - Chapter 62
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Gundam series, nor any of the various series which are used or referenced in my fic, so please point that damned lawsuit cannon at someone else, also, don't read this if you are not of legal age to read such material. The story contains possibly disturbing content and should not be read by close-minded people (i.e., people who are easily offended.) Everything in the story is fictional. I am also not responsible for any actions taken by people who read this story and society's problems. I do, however, own my original character; Hope Yamato.
Kira Yamato yawned as he sat restrained in the interrogation room. His interrogator, one Timothy Vagne, was currently gouging out his left eye with a rusty spoon, but Kira was utilizing his more god-like abilities to completely block the pain, allowing him to don an unconcerned mindset.
"Are you done now?" Kira grinned as the interrogator wrenched the spoon from his left eye socket, severing the optic nerve, ripping the eye itself out and sending a stream of blood cascading down the young man's face. Tim's jaw dropped in disbelief as Kira's eye instantly regenerated, leaving the severed eyeball, which was now laying on the floor, and the blood on his face as the only signs of what had just been done. The amethyst-eyed man's grin grew even wider than before. "Not only am I immune to pain, I've also come to disregard most of my higher reasoning when angred, going so far as to ignore even the thought of preserving my own life. I can't even tell the difference between my waking moments and my sleeping moments any more. I haven't been able to do so for nearly a decade now. Everything is the same nightmare to me, the same living hell of suffering and delirium and captivity and anger and lust and denial. I am nothing more than a creature controlled by his own subconscious."
Lacus jerked awake, hands pressed to her head, her eyes full of tears she hadn't realized she'd shed. She'd been sleeping peacefully, or at least as peacefully as was possible in this horrible place. Ever since the first interrogation session she'd been left alone, but she wasn't sure why. It had been hours and hours, but it felt like days. Her captors had been kind enough to give her a few meals and, despite not needing the nutrients due to being a god, she'd forced herself to eat the unidentifiable slop so that she wouldn't be distracted by hunger. She'd done a lot of thinking and some singing, which her captors hadn't stopped her from doing. She'd even cried a bit, although she didn't let herself be depressed for long. Defeatism would only serve to help the enemy, not her. And she'd gone to sleep, she'd been having a nice dream too; one with lots of Kira and Cagalli in it.
It had almost been like they'd been in the room with her, close enough to touch and smell, and then the dream had come to an end with the sound of a single gunshot that seemed to fill the entire world. An ocean of grief and sorrow and loss poured out of nowhere and crashed into her, sweeping her away, and then she'd awoken, her hair mussed, clothing wrinkled, eyes full of tears and one of the most terrible headaches she'd ever had. Her entire head was ringing with the sound of the gunshot, it was as if someone was playing an echo at maximum volume right next to her ears. Something had happened; something horrible, she knew it. Somebody had died. Sombody she knew. But who? And how did she know with such certainty? She couldn't answer those questions. No matter how much she thought about it.
Kira jumped in his bed as if electrified, rolling off the tiny cot and slamming hard into the concrete floor. His cell was bare of filth but it had a very musty atmosphere. Dust seemed to fall from the ceiling like snow, making it very difficult for him to breathe steadily and evenly without coughing.
Lacus jumped slightly as her vision suddenly flashed to a blinding white, before clearing a few seconds later. As Yumi's vision cleared, the cell door hissed open, a small canister bouncing into the room before expelling a thick green-colored gas. Yumi quickly moved away from the small object, but the gas filled the room within only twenty seconds, and after another thirty seconds, Yumi took a breath, the gas stinging her eyes and making them water profusely, blurring her vision. As Yumi rapidly blinked her eyes, trying futilely to clear her vision, a group of soldiers hurried inside, quickly hustling her out of the cell and into a small interrogation room, where they quickly bound her to a chair.
Kira scowled angrily as a group of soldiers led him into a small room with a single window, but he was both horrified and infuriated when he looked through the one-way glass. Yumi, who if not perfectly well, despite being completely naked and with teary, gas irritated eyes, was still very much alive. She was sitting in a chair behind a desk in plain view of the window, her arms and hands bound to each armrest, her ankles bound to the legs of the chair in which she sat.
One of the soldiers displayed an injection gun and several hard plastic vials, a bright, intense pink-violet liquid swirled inside the vials, twenty milliliters of it per vial, and there were six vials. "One hundred percent pure Pink Passion, street value of almost ten thousand dollars per vial. I'd hoped to be able to save them for the final confrontation, so we could all go out with a proper bang! Hold her head steady!"
"HEY! What the fucking hell do you think you're doing?" Kira roared, taking a step forward, before being roughly shoved back, assault rifles leveled at him from either side and behind.
"What am I doing, Mr. Yamato? You don't get out into pop culture much, do you?" The soldier inside the interrogation room chuckled as he loaded the first vial into the injector gun. "I'm about to give your wife the most sublime ten minute continuous orgasm of her entire life. Pink Passion, as I'm sure you are aware, is an illegal drug manufactured by Celestial Being, this drug overstimulates the pleasure centers in the brain, so that the slightest sensation, no matter what it is, releases massive amounts of endorphins and other pleasure inducing chemicals. With twenty milliliters of one hundred proof Pink Passion in her system, I could scalp your wife with a blunt, rusted hacksaw and she'd scream for more! I don't believe I can stress to you enough how terribly addicting this brand of chemical pleasure is, Mr. Yamato. Strong men and women, and even Coordinators, have spiralled down into never ending addiction on hits of Pink Passion that were much smaller and much less pure than the one I'm about to give your wife. I'd rate her chances of being able to keep control over herself to be pretty much nonexistant."
"You people are sick." Kira spat, his voice now dripping with anger and hatred, his eyes alternating between their normal amethyst color and a deep, blood red. "You really don't understand me, Celestial Being, or my lovers at all. Nothing you can do, no matter how horrible it is, will get an ounce of cooperation from any of us."
"Kira..." Yumi spoke up, her throat cracking with dry fear. The soldiers all leaned towards her avidly, anticipating her begging for mercy. "If you do as these bastards say, I will never forgive you! Celestial Being...DOES NOT...negotiate with asshooles like them!"
Kira hung his head, biting down on his lip so hard he drew blood, but he kept his gaze locked with Yumi's. "I'll always love you, Yumi, no matter what. We'll get through this." Kira promised.
"I know." Yumi closed her eyes briefly and then smiled at him. "They just can't understand..."
"And YOU people call US crazy!" The soldier snarled angrily, pressing the injection gun to Yumi's throat and squeezing the trigger. There was a quiet hiss as a blast of air opened a pore in her skin and then shot the pink-violet liquid into her bloodstream. Yumi closed her eyes again and shuddered, her entire body twisting in the chair as the drug mixed into her blood and started to be absorbed into her brain. The soldiers released her head and backed away with the injection gun. How could they be so calm even now! What the hell was wrong with these people! "Well, its too late to cry now...let it be on your head!"
"No. The blame here lies with you, and the man who told you to use the drugs as a method of coercion." Kira replied, tears blurring his vision unashamedly. "It is not mine nor Yumi's fault that you're a bunch of immoral bastards who stoop to using violence and disgusting methods like this because you are either too lazy or too stupid to use legal means of expressing your views! I cannot understand hating like you people hate. I find it hard to believe at times that we're even the same species."
"Shut up! You can't judge us, you damned Coordinator! This is a mission of redemption! You and your kind are all sinners...you deserve your fate, no matter how horrible it may be! There is no such thing as an immoral method for dealing with sinners!" A soldier retorted hotly, jabbing Kira in the gut with his rifle butt, hard enough to drive the breath from him and knock him to his knees. "Hah! Weakling!"
"Says a man hitting me when my arms are bound, my wife is held hostage and being tortured, I am unarmed, possibly with a concussion, and you are all wearing bulletproof armor and is carrying multiple advanced weapons?" Kira answered scathingly. "Yes, I am very weak, like that. And I'm damn proud of it!" Kira forced himself to keep his eyes on Yumi as she twitched and jerked in the chair, fighting her hardest not to let the drug induced pleasure overwhelm her, though her eyes were already half lidded and her breathing was becoming more like panting. Looking away would be giving these monsters what they wanted...a sign that they were breaking his will. He could NOT let them break his will...not with Yumi's example to follow! He would NOT look away...he would remember every horrid moment of this torment, and he would pay it back to them ten thousand fold, when he had the chance!
"Well, that didn't work out so well." One of the soldiers with an assault rifle commented petulantly. "That's an entire hit of good Pink Passion, wasted."
"Not even slightly!" The soldier with the injection gun retorted triumphantly. "He may not be willing to cooperate, still, but once the Pink Passion high wears off...ah, then we'll see what is what. The crushing black depths of depression of a Pink Passion low are enough to break any person, eventually. If the first dosn't do it, we'll hit her again. After the second dose wears off there is no way that she'll have any resistance left...she'd eat her own babies alive, if she had them, for a third hit...she'd do nything we asked of her."
"Wow, she's really getting turned on!" One of the soldiers commented, staring at Yumi.
"Naturally. With a concentrated dose of Pink Passion in her like that, she'd probably fuck that table if it grew a wang. Or hell, even if it didn't!" The soldier wielding an assault rifle stepped forward slyly, setting his weapon aside for the moment. He reached up for his helmet and unclapsed it.
"What are you doing?" Another soldier asked.
"I am not of a mind to waste a good Pink Passion hit. It has been almost three months since I last kissed a woman, and I'd like to go to heaven with a fresher memory than that. And since she's going to enjoy it anyway..." The soldier answered, removed his helmet, and revealing a pasty skinned, light green haired, blue eyed visage, with freckles and a crooked nose. Most likely a Natural parent of a first-generation Coordinator...only people who lived in space full time had complexions that white and pasty. This guy didn't even look to Kira like the sort that went outside much even in the PLANTs. "Normally the thought of making out with a Natural would be abhorrent, and it still is...I cannot understand how Mr. Yamato deals with such filth on an intimate basis...but I suppose I can swallow my disgust this one time." The soldier leaned towards Yumi from the side. "She's almost cute from this angle...look at her sweat and twitch...mmm, Pink Passion is so much fun, isn't it, Mrs. Yamato?" The soldier cupped her chin and turned her face to meet his, covering her lips with his.
Yumi's eyes flew wide open, and Kira shivered, because of the stark fury that he saw in them. He smiled a private, hard smile...these stupid bastards weren't thinking at all. He began gathering himself to move, rolling his shoulders back and forth to loosen his arms in their sockets. This was going to hurt, but pain was no longer a physical consideration of his. Just because the drug was forcing Yumi to enjoy the forced kiss didn't mean it was paralyzing her at the same time, or preventing her from taking actions of her own, and Kira knew better than anyone else alive that even the most overwhelming of pleasure sometimes couldn't stop Yumi from doing whatever the hell she wanted, whenever the hell she felt like it! She was just stubborn like that. Kira smirked as his keenly listening ears heard the sound of teeth biting into a soft, protruding flap of muscle and chewing their way through.
"FRUAAGGHHH! AGGHHHRA!" The soldier stumbled backwards, screaming incoherently and violently, with blood geysering from his mouth every time he opened his jaws. Yumi's mouth was stained with blood from the nose to the chin, and she continued to chew for several seconds before she swallowed the raw muscle. She couldn't help herself...despite the horror in her mind, it just tasted SO GOOD! She sincerely hoped nothing else would come into contact with her mouth...in her pleasure inebriated state, she was sure she'd eat just about anything and like it, despite how she wanted to faint and vomit. "Well...they were right...it did feel good..." Yumi mumbled distractedly.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" The soldier with the knife staggered away from his compatriot, wiping bright, hot blood from his face shield. "She bit off his tongue and ate it!" Another soldier was making vomiting noises inside his helmet, and the rest, including the ones which had kept Kira restrained, were backing away, staring with shock and disgust at Yumi and their flailing, gagging, choking and especially bleeding companion. No one was paying the slightest bit of attention to Kira, at least at the moment, and it was then that he acted. The glowing purple seed dropped through his mind like a blazing amethyst gemstone, before detonating with the sound of five billion thunderbolts. Kira leapt to his feet in the same instant, throwing both shoulders back violently in a rolling motion that disloacted both arms at the shoulder. Tucking his feet up, he somersaulted forwards onto the desk, landing as his arms painfully slid back into their sockets, his bound wrists now in front of him.
Kira didn't waste a second, as the soldiers were already starting to react. He spun around like a top and round kicked the two closest soldiers right in the head, knocking one down to the floor and sending the other reeling back into the glass windows, spiderwebbing them with cracks. Kira then dived on the tongueless soldier, who was too busy screaming and bleeding to death from the mouth to resist as Kira stole his knife, reversed his grip and sliced his bonds apart. Dropping the blade for the moment, as it was useless against the soldier's armor, Kira instead grabbed up a set aside hand-held beam cannon, which he did not hesitate to turn on the still scrambling to react soldiers. It was over in a matter of seconds, sizzling purple plasma blasts, the same color as the molten rage in his eyes blasting off heads and scorching charred holes through torsos. Kira blasted the tongueless man in the head once he had a chance, ending his miserable cries. He had seriously considered turning the beam cannon on the vials of Pink Passion that had fallen onto the floor, but instead, he snatched them up and pocketed them, they might be useful at a later date.
Still racing against time, Kira snatched up the dropped knife and sliced it through the armrests underneath Yumi's arms, the leather bindings on her wrists being too risky a target given how much she was twitching and jerking, still fighting against her drugged mind with all her willpower. She was losing the battle, but then again, it wasn't really a battle that someone could win, unless they could manipulate their own mind and force themselves not to feel any pleasure at all, and Yumi could definitely not do that. Kira debated grabbing one of the assault rifles as he slung the beam cannon over his shoulders, the power pack at his waist and gathered Yumi up into his arms as gently as he could manage, before then sprinting for the hallway...it was high time that he showed these bastards just what sort of hornet's nest they'd kicked!