Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Family Ties ❯ Chapter 13 ( Chapter 13 )

 

A/N Warning: attempted rape. Rating goes up for this chapter to R.

You're warned. Don't blame me if you don't like what's written.

 

Thank you.

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Weissangel24

 

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Chapter thirteen

 

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A.C. 195 Earth Somewhere in Russia

 

“Such a pretty boy. . .” The larger man purred, approaching the cornered blonde.

 

“I'm warning you.” Quatre hissed, his cuffed hands clenching behind his back. “Lay one finger on me and you're a dead man!”

 

“I'm sure.” He smirked smuggle, slowly unbuttoning his uniform jacket. “Who's going to kill me? You?”

 

“Slow and painful.” The blonde swore.

 

He nodded, chuckling low in his throat. “I doubt that.” He patronized, “You may be a Gundam Pilot, but you haven't killed anyone with your own hands. You're to pure. To innocent.” He reached out and ran his finger along the boy's cheek, “You won't hurt me.”

 

“You're so sure about that?” Quatre glared defiantly at his captor. His teeth clenched as his body tremmered with tension. “Go to Hell!”

 

“Hell?” He laughed. “Boy, you have no idea what hell is.”

 

“And you do?”

 

“I'm the creator of Hell.”

 

“What!?” Quatre flinched against the callous touch along his jaw line.

 

“Ever hear of the term `Newtype'?” the man stepped back, watching the boy carefully.

 

“I have.” Quatre whispered, his gaze never leaving the other's.

 

“What have you heard?”

 

“What does it matter?”

 

“Greatly. It matters greatly. You see, I'm one of the most powerful newtypes alive. I can turn the things in your mind into reality. The good. The bad. Your worst nightmares. All real. Your own personal Hell.”

 

“You're an illusionist.”

 

“So to speak.” He smirked, “Would you like a demonstration? Let's see. . . What do you fear?”

 

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AC 198 Earth, One of Quatre's estates

 

Trowa frowned as the blonde's slender fingers twisted into the sheets. “Quat?” He asked, reaching out to the smaller boy.

 

“S-Stop it! G-Get out of My Head!”

 

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A.C. 195 Earth Somewhere in Russia

 

Quatre staggered back until he hit the wall. He then slid to a crouch “S-Stop it! G-Get out of My Head!”

 

“You know, it's interesting. . . I don't actually know what you're seeing. I'm just manipulating different parts of your brain. Memory. . . Optical sensors. . .”

 

“Bastard!” The boy hissed.

 

“Such language! I wonder what you see to spark such a response.”

 

Quatre's body quaked as his expression pinched in panicked fright, as he stared forward with a cloudy glaze. “It's not real! It's not real!”

 

“Oh, it is real.” The man chuckled again, as he reached out and began to unbutton the teenager's shirt.

 

“No. . . No, No. . .” Quatre whimpered, “No-No. . .”

 

“What do you see?” He murmured huskily as he leaned in to lick at the now exposed column of alabaster throat, as his hands quested elsewhere.

 

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“You must choose. Your Father's life or that of the pilot 03?” The blonde girl sneered.

 

“Quatre, save your father! I'm a Nanashi. Don't worry about me. I won't be missed. . .”

 

“Damn it boy! Stop wasting time! We have work to do!”

 

“B-But. . .”

 

“You have one minute.”

 

“I can't choose!” He cried out in heartbreaking torment. “This isn't real!”

 

“Then I'll have to kill them both.” She raised her gun.

 

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

 

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“THIS ISN'T REAL!” Quatre screamed, his desperation lashing out at his tormentor, pushing him away with an invisible force.

 

“WHAT the-!?” the man stumbled back.

 

Clarity entered the angry azure eyes that glared hatefully at the older man. “It's not real. . .” the blonde repeated. “There's no emotion. Just an empty horror flic. . . it's not real!”

 

“Emotion!?” He shook his head in disbelief. “Shit! Another Newtype!”

 

Quatre shivered as he became aware of his bare chest and open fly. “I warned you!” He said in a dangerously low tone, “That I'd kill you if you so much as laid a finger on me. . .” He locked a challenging glare onto the man. “You had to test my word?”

 

“You won't kill me.” He sneered, his self-confidence slightly shaken. “You are bound. Helpless.”

 

With ease, the blonde pushed himself to his feet. “I don't do helpless.” He sneered as he held up the handcuffs he had escaped.

 

“YOU little shit!” He yelled, reaching for his gun.

 

 

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AC 198 Earth, One of Quatre's estates

 

Hiiro quietly crept into his room and shut the door behind him. He smiled softly as he noticed Duo curled up on their bed. Thinking the braided boy was asleep, the Japanese boy deposited his keys, wallet, and weapons onto his dresser before going into the adjoining bathroom for a quick shower.

 

“Hiiro. . .?” Duo's subdued voice whispered when the boy reentered the bedroom, clad in only a towel around his waist.

 

“Gomen ne, Duo. I didn't mean to wake you.”

 

“I wasn't sleeping.”

 

Hiiro frowned at the saddened tone from his usually hyper lover. “What's the matter?” He asked.

 

“I. . . I've just been thinking. . .” The braided boy whispered, his eyes stared at the floor as he shied away from his lover's concerned touch.

 

“About what?”

 

“Hiiro. . . T-The war is over. . . right?”

 

“Right.”

 

“No more jumping at the `Mad Five's every beckoning command?”

 

“I guess so?”

 

“No more missions?”

 

“Duo, what is this about?”

 

“Y-You know. . . my best friend- My brother. . . is sick. . .”

 

“Quatre's not doing any better?”

 

“T-Trowa. . . H-he won't tell me what's wrong with Quatre. . .” The braided boy looked up, finially meeting his love's eyes. “H-he said that you'd kill me if he did. . .”

 

“Duo. . .”

 

“Would you? Would you kill me, Hiiro?” Duo demanded, his violet orbs a storm of pain, “Would you kill Trowa, or Quatre?”

 

“The orders stand, Duo.”

 

“THE FUCKING WAR IS OVER, HIIRO!” the boy shouted, jumping from his seat on the bed. “THEY HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH US ANYMORE! THEY CAN GO FUCK THEMSELVES FOR ALL WE CARE!”

 

“Duo. . .”

 

“They're our friends, Hiiro. . .” Duo said, breaking down into tears. “They're our family. . . You don't go and shoot family members just because some moron tells you too. . . you stand by them and protect them. . .”

 

“The secret that Quatre has is a dangerous threat to everyone we know. It would seriously compromise us if it ever got out. Trowa isn't even supposed to know.”

 

“Compromise what, Hiiro?” Duo shook his head, “I'm confused. You admit the war is over, you admit that we don't have anymore missions, and that we don't have to listen to those shit-heads anymore. . . so what is being compromised?”

 

“. . .”

 

“I want to know what is wrong with my friend.” The braided boy insisted, heading for the bedroom door. “If that means you have to shoot me, then so be it, Hiiro! I wouldn't want to be with you anyway, knowing that you turned your back on your friends.”

 

“Duo!” He called out as the door opened and the boy disappeared behind it, as it slammed shut. “A mission is a mission. . .”

 

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To be continued. . .

 

A/N is anyone confused yet?