Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A Small Piece of Heaven ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

A Small Piece of Heaven - Part 2

The moment the door to the secure holding area opened Treize could hear hoarse sounds of pain that made his stomach twist. The sounds seemed to be originating from a cell on the other side of the long corridor.

The duke raced toward that cell and froze at the sight of three officers tormenting the young blond slave with their shock-rods. The young man was shaking and convulsing on the floor as his muscles reacted with spasms to the electroshocks. His hands, still cuffed behind his back, were clenched. His long blond hair spilled around his body.

I promised him that he wasn't going to be hurt. How dare they? How dares anybody to treat another human being like this?

Furious, Treize grabbed the first man he could get his hands on by the shoulders and jerked him away from the young man. He yanked the officer's shock-rod out of his hand; tempted to give them man a little taste of it. But he managed to control his rage and instead tossed the baton across the room. By that time Rasid too had reached the cell.

"What the hell is going on here?"

His men, startled by Treize's attack as well as by the captain's angry outburst, snapped to attention and moved away from the curled up figure on the ground.

The ex-colonel decided to let the Rasid deal with his officers. He crouched down next to the young man, turning him onto his back carefully. As he reached out to brush a few strands of long platinum blond hair out of the young man's face Milliardo flinched away and closed his eyes in anticipation of more pain.

"Shh…shh," the ginger-blond man whispered soothingly. "It's okay now. I'm not going to hurt you."

"What's your explanation for this, Commander?" The captain's usually calm voice was trembling with rage.

Phillips only shrugged as if it was nothing. "We just thought that he deserved some kind of punishment for what he did."

"Commander," Rasid addressed the man in a dangerous low voice. "I'm not sure how things were handled here before, but now that I'm in charge I'll be the one who decides if and when punishment is due. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Sir, but…"

"No buts! Consider yourselves on unpaid leave pending the investigation of this incident."

"Investigation?" Phillips echoed in disbelieve. "You can't seriously consider…"

"Would you rather have me fire you on the spot?" the captain snapped.

The commander realized that it was better to keep his mouth shut. Rasid dismissed him and his two goons and called for the warden. He told the man unlock Milliardo's handcuffs and then go and get Dr Po.

"How is he?" the captain asked, stepping over to Treize who was still kneeling next to the blond.
"He seems in a great deal of pain," the ex-colonel answered quietly.
He touched the beautiful face gingerly, afraid to cause any more pain, and gently wiped away salty tracks of tears.
The young man's body was still trembling, his muscles twitching involuntarily every once in a while. A thin film of sweat covered Milliardo's face and his breathing was quick and shallow.

Rasid walked over to a small sink in the corner, soaked a washcloth with cold water and handed it to Treize.
"The doctor should be here soon."
Treize nodded as he dabbed a trickle of blood from the corner of the young man's mouth, then carefully wiped more blood from his bitten through lips before placing the wet cloth on his forehead. Milliardo's eyelids fluttered, crystal-blue eyes opened, still clouded with pain, and unfocused.

***

Sally Po had been working for the S.A.U. for nearly two years now. This was something many of her friends and even her family had a hard time understanding. The young woman had finished medical school at the head of her class and had gotten job offers from some of the most renowned medical facilities in Europe. She had declined every single one, opting instead to work somewhere where she could really do some good and help those who really needed help. Her transfer to the field office in Luxembourg was a rude awakening for the young doctor. The conditions she found here had been hair-raising and her complaints had fallen on deaf ears. Captain Kluge couldn't have cared less about what was going on at the station. Or worst - in some cases, even participated in the mistreatment of the slaves in his care. But that didn't stop her from taking her complaints somewhere else, until she found somebody who listened. After a rather short investigation Kluge was removed from his position and a few days ago a new Captain had taken over the job. Although Sally had only met the man once her first impression of him has been a positive one. Maybe things were finally going to change around here. God knew it was about time.
The young woman was ripped from her thoughts by a knock at the door to her small office. She turned away from the computer she was working on and walked over to open the door, revealing a man in guard uniform.
"Dr Sally, the Captain sends me. You are needed down below." He told her.
"Milliardo?" she asked with a sigh. She had heard what had happened earlier when she had patched up the warden who had been taken hostage.
The guard nodded. "Phillips worked him over pretty good. But I think he might have finally overdone it."
"How so?" Sally looked at the man questioningly.
"The captain sounded like he was about to kill Phillips and put him on unpaid leave. He also said something about a investigation."
"You weren't eavesdropping were you?" she asked, her eyes narrowing in disapproval.

"Not intentionally," the man defended himself. "It's not my fault the captain's voice carries like thunder over an open field."
Sally gave him a tiny smile. "I'll be there in a minute."

She retrieved her medical bag from the treatment room and made sure that she had everything she might need before she went downstairs. At the security gate she slipped her ID card through the scanner and after a moment the heavy door opened. Milliardo's cell was on the other end of the long corridor. She knew the way only too well.
To her surprise she found not only the captain but also another man with the blond slave. She wasn't sure why but something about the ginger-blond man looked very familiar.
"What happened?" she asked matter of fact as she settled down next to Milliardo and opened her bag, while the stranger rose to his feet and stepped aside to let her do her job.

"Commander Phillips," the captain growled.
She turned toward him. "Can you help me get him onto his bed? I don't think he is in any condition to walk yet."
The tall, broad-shouldered man nodded. He scooped Milliardo up like he was weighing nothing at all and placed him onto the cot on the other side of the cell.

The two men watched for a little while as she began checking the blond for injuries. She found an ugly bluish purple swelling on the right side of his chest, but the rips were only bruised not broken.
"Not much I can do," she shrugged as she pulled out a syringe, filled it and gave the needle a practiced flick. "I'll give him painkillers and a sedative and he will just sleep it off. I'll check on him again tomorrow morning. I suppose he was lucky this time."

"This time?" the familiar looking stranger snapped. "Something like this happened before?"
The young woman smiled sadly. "I'm afraid so."

Behind her the captain let out an angry growl.

"Is there any way that I can take him with me right away?" the ginger-blond man asked seriously

The captain shrugged. "I don't see why not. If that's what you really want Treize?"
Treize, as in Treize Khushrenada? Of course! Sally slapped herself mentally. No wonder he looked so familiar. The man had only been the most decorated soldier during the last war and his face had been on the news vids more often than that of the president himself. After the war, however, he had all but disappeared and she had even heard that he might have died. Well, obviously those rumors weren't true.

"We can get the paperwork done right now." The captain suggested and the ex-colonel nodded. Before he left however he turned, giving the blond slave a concerned look.
"Are you sure he's going to be safe now?" he asked, worried that perhaps Phillips would come back to let his anger out on the young man.
"I'll stay with him till you get back." Sally volunteered.

"Thank you doctor." Giving her a curt nod the two men left and Sally turned her attention back to her patient. She noticed that he was awake, his open eyes, still a little hazy but much more alert now.

"How do you feel?"

"Been better," he croaked, throat raw from screaming.
"This will help," she told him as she injected the sedative into his arm. It was a very potent drug and she could watch it taking affect almost immediately. His eyes glazed over and his eyelids began to droop.
"Doctor…" Milliardo slurred.
"Yes?"
"Thank you."

"You're welcome." She gave him a thin smile. "Now go to sleep."

***

Less than an hour later Treize set his signature under the contract that made him officially the new owner of the blond slave.

Strangely enough the thought of buying a slave for himself had never even occurred to him until today. But the moment he had laid eyes on Milliardo for the first time he had been spellbound by his magnificence. And seeing the young man in distress had aroused an urge in him to protect the lovely creature, and to never let anything happen to him again.

Milliardo, in his deep, drug introduced sleep, didn't even stir when the duke, cradling his new possession in his arms, carried him to his limousine. The chauffeur helped him to settle the young man down onto one of the wide backseats. When the ex-colonel covered the blond with a blanket he stirred slightly. Crystal blue eyes opened drowsily.

"Relax. Go back to sleep!" Treize told him softly as he seated himself across from Milliardo. In his drugged out state the young man's body and mind reacted immediately to the simple command. His eyes closed and his breathing became deep and steady as he fell asleep again.

Treize let his eyes roam over the body stretched out on the soft leather seat across from him, marveling about something that had struck him the moment he had laid eyes on Milliardo for the first time. The young man was stunningly beautiful. With his long, silky, pale blond hair, those radiant blue eyes and delicate features he was the personification of beauty. Leaning forward Treize reached out to gently caress the young man's face.

After another few moments of watching the lovely blond, he pulled out his phone and called home to inform his butler that he was bringing a slave.

If Evans was surprised he didn't let it show in any way when he asked.
"Would you like me to have somebody prepare a room in the servant quarter for him, your Excellency?"

"Actually, he will stay in the mansion. Please see to it that one of the guestrooms is ready for him when we arrive."
The servant quarters were located in a separate building, but Treize wanted to keep Milliardo as close as possible.
I really would like to move him into my bedroom, but I don't think he will be ready for that for a while.
"As you wish, Sir. Is there anything else you would like me to do?"

"No, that will be it," the ginger-blond man told him.

About an hour later the limousine pulled up at the entrance to his large Victorian style mansion. Owen, the chauffeur, offered to carry blond inside, but the ex-colonel politely refused. Treize's personal servant, a grey-haired man in his autumn years, was waiting at the entrance.

"Welcome home, your Excellency," he greeted the ex-colonel and with a look at the blond slave Treize was carrying he added. "Would you like me to help him get settled in, Sir?"

The ginger-blond man shook his head.

"Thank you, Evans, but I think I'll take care of him myself."

He carried his charge upstairs into the guestroom that had been prepared, placing him onto the queen-sized bed. For a moment he just stood there, watching the blond sleep, then he walked into the adjacent bathroom to draw a bath. He went through the cabinet opening several bottles filled with bath crystals until he found a fragrance that he liked. Dumping a generous amount of the crystals into the large marble tub he watched as they dissolved. Making sure the water wasn't too hot he turned it off once the tub was about three-quarter filled and walked back into the bedroom.

Milliardo was still peacefully asleep. Treize gazed at the young man, his eyes focusing at the black letters on the front of Milliardo's shirt and he frowned. It was time to get rid of that. The lovely blond creature was his property now.

Mine! Treize thought with a feeling of possessiveness that almost frightened him. Mine to do with whatever I desire!