Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Friends or More ❯ Chapter 3: Wakeful Torture ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Yume Maxwell-Yuy 
Heero wakes
slight 2+1
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.16.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 588 | Status: Work In Progress
Heero wakes
slight 2+1
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.16.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 588 | Status: Work In Progress
Wowies. Look at this...the third chapter. Thanks to all of you who have read and reviewed my story. Huggles for
all.
Warnings: - Shounen ai
- Relena Bashing
- Angst
- Cutting
Pairings: - 2+1
- In the future I might introduce 3+4
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but myself.........Do you really want that?
One more thing: THe ages in this fic will NOT be accurate. I know the boys, in the show, are the same age. That
will not apply here. ^.^
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Chapter 3
(Wakeful Torture)
Duo's POV.
Over the next few days I skipped school and cared for Heero, monitoring his temperature and holding his hands
when the nightmares struck. A day after I noticed Heero's fever he decided to enter the relm of wakefulness......
I was sitting by his bedside in the late evening, holding his hand and watching his calm, seemingly innocent, face.
The wash cloth had been removed since his fever only lasted over night, and had broken early this morning, thus
eliminating the need for a wash cloth. I had just re-entered the room after finishing my dinner and sat down in the
chair that was at Heero's bedside. I softly grabbed Heero's wrist and held is delicate hand between my own,
although, this time I got a reaction. Heero's eyes fluttered and finally opened; his eyes shifted slightly staring at
the ceiling then he turned his head slightly and his eyes came in contact with my own. The pained haze that was
covering his eyes yesterday had vanished and I could see many emotions drifting in his sea blue eyes.
"D...Duo?" he asked softly, with a hint of surprise. He mustn't remember yesterday, when he woke up to me
setting his arm.
"Hey Heero," I whispered softly, "How you feeling?"
He thought for a few moments before he finally answered..."Sore."
Heero shifted slightly and tried to raise his upper body from where it lay on the bed into a sitting position, I kept
my arms close to his body the whole time; just incase something happened.
"I need to relieve myself." He whispered, "Is that okay?" He asked timidly.
I nodded and helped him to stand from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He swung his legs over the
edge and turned his body around, slowly slipping off the large bed. Heero stood slowly, trying to regain his
balance before falling to the ground. I slipped my arm around his waist and waited until he stopped swaying and
was able to balance on his own two feet.
"I can do this." he whispered, whether it was to me or himself...I'm not sure. I think he was trying to encourage
himself rather than pursuade me.
The first few steps were shaky, but after a while, his legs grew accustomed to his weight and he was able to move
around freely. With speed almost close enough to match my own walking pace. Although, I noticed that
Heero held a slight limp, where he had twisted his ankle. Heero walked into the batheroom and a few minutes
later he came out again, heading for the bed. He was almost there, when his legs gave out and I had to catch
him, he leant heavily against my chest. Breath escaping in fast successions; trying to quickly refil his empty lungs.
I gathered him in my arms, walked the rest of the way to the bed and placed his smaller form onto the bed. His
upper body leant against the pile of pillows that I had accumulated and the comforter rested on his waist.
Sitting down on the bed, my eyes never broke the contact I held with his own stunning blue orbs; he squirmed in
embarressment, which I thought was gorgeous.
"So Heero," my voice serious, I was in charge, "are you going to tell me the reason for why I found you
unconscious in front of my school?" The tone of my voice informed him that I would settle for nothing less than the
true answer.
Heero bit his lip in trepidation and took a few breaths to calm himself before deciding to tell me the reason for his
current state of health.
"Doctor J wanted me to be killed." I waited for more but nothing else escaped his mouth, thus informing that he
didn't really want to speak. But, I would have none of that. Heero, my love, needed to get something off his chest
and he would only feel better after doing so. So I decided to push him from the answers I wanted.
"Naze Heero? Why did Doctor J want you dead?" I asked.
Heero tensed but spoke anyway. "He didn't want the public to be informed of his secret training methods. How he
prepared me for war."
"Hee..." I tried to speak but Heero continued.
"He also said I was useless now that the war's are over. That's why he wanted to kill me. The training methods
he used on me while I was young would be considered as child abuse." Heero took a deep breath and then tried
his hardest to continue. "He would order soldiers to beat me and...and......rape me......a..any forms of torture he
could i..imagine were used on me. After the first few years....the torture and rape ended.....I was reduced *snif*
to nothing, I had no mind of my own. When I was ten I started training to use Wing....I....I had to kill people and I...
even killed.......a young girl.....and.....her *snif* puppy."
Heero couldn't speak anymore, as tears were streaming down his ivory cheeks, from his shimmering colbalt
eyes. Similar harsh sobs to the ones he emitted yesterday when I fixed his arm, were escaping from his throat.
I moved over so that I was sitting next to Heero and wrapped my arms around his lithe waist and, using my hand, I
forced him to rest his head on my shoulder. I could easily feel the sobs wracking his small frame and his tears
soaking through my thin shirt. Slowly, the harsh sobs and choaking gasps drifted apart and the stream of tears
stopped altogether. After a while I moved so that I could easily see Heero's face, and I found him to be fast
asleep. I laid him down softly on the bed and covered him with the cover, and tucked him in.
Looking at the clock and realizing exactly how late it was, I quickly changed into my pajamas and got into the
opposite side of the bed. Just as I fell asleep, I felt the bed shift slightly, but due to my sleep hazed mind, I took
no notice of it.
I quickly surcummed to the peacefulness of dark oblivion. Hopeing that Heero would be well enough the next day,
I fell into a dreamful sleep, featuring the soul that I had promised to protect.
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tsuzuku..... ....if you think I should.
If ya getting board, don't worry cause they are acutally going to be leaving the bedroom in the next chapter and
there will be a lot more action in the approaching chapters. Like angst, attempted murder and love.
Please R&R, minna-chan.
Yume Maxwell-yuy
all.
Warnings: - Shounen ai
- Relena Bashing
- Angst
- Cutting
Pairings: - 2+1
- In the future I might introduce 3+4
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but myself.........Do you really want that?
One more thing: THe ages in this fic will NOT be accurate. I know the boys, in the show, are the same age. That
will not apply here. ^.^
-------------------------------------------------------------- -
Chapter 3
(Wakeful Torture)
Duo's POV.
Over the next few days I skipped school and cared for Heero, monitoring his temperature and holding his hands
when the nightmares struck. A day after I noticed Heero's fever he decided to enter the relm of wakefulness......
I was sitting by his bedside in the late evening, holding his hand and watching his calm, seemingly innocent, face.
The wash cloth had been removed since his fever only lasted over night, and had broken early this morning, thus
eliminating the need for a wash cloth. I had just re-entered the room after finishing my dinner and sat down in the
chair that was at Heero's bedside. I softly grabbed Heero's wrist and held is delicate hand between my own,
although, this time I got a reaction. Heero's eyes fluttered and finally opened; his eyes shifted slightly staring at
the ceiling then he turned his head slightly and his eyes came in contact with my own. The pained haze that was
covering his eyes yesterday had vanished and I could see many emotions drifting in his sea blue eyes.
"D...Duo?" he asked softly, with a hint of surprise. He mustn't remember yesterday, when he woke up to me
setting his arm.
"Hey Heero," I whispered softly, "How you feeling?"
He thought for a few moments before he finally answered..."Sore."
Heero shifted slightly and tried to raise his upper body from where it lay on the bed into a sitting position, I kept
my arms close to his body the whole time; just incase something happened.
"I need to relieve myself." He whispered, "Is that okay?" He asked timidly.
I nodded and helped him to stand from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He swung his legs over the
edge and turned his body around, slowly slipping off the large bed. Heero stood slowly, trying to regain his
balance before falling to the ground. I slipped my arm around his waist and waited until he stopped swaying and
was able to balance on his own two feet.
"I can do this." he whispered, whether it was to me or himself...I'm not sure. I think he was trying to encourage
himself rather than pursuade me.
The first few steps were shaky, but after a while, his legs grew accustomed to his weight and he was able to move
around freely. With speed almost close enough to match my own walking pace. Although, I noticed that
Heero held a slight limp, where he had twisted his ankle. Heero walked into the batheroom and a few minutes
later he came out again, heading for the bed. He was almost there, when his legs gave out and I had to catch
him, he leant heavily against my chest. Breath escaping in fast successions; trying to quickly refil his empty lungs.
I gathered him in my arms, walked the rest of the way to the bed and placed his smaller form onto the bed. His
upper body leant against the pile of pillows that I had accumulated and the comforter rested on his waist.
Sitting down on the bed, my eyes never broke the contact I held with his own stunning blue orbs; he squirmed in
embarressment, which I thought was gorgeous.
"So Heero," my voice serious, I was in charge, "are you going to tell me the reason for why I found you
unconscious in front of my school?" The tone of my voice informed him that I would settle for nothing less than the
true answer.
Heero bit his lip in trepidation and took a few breaths to calm himself before deciding to tell me the reason for his
current state of health.
"Doctor J wanted me to be killed." I waited for more but nothing else escaped his mouth, thus informing that he
didn't really want to speak. But, I would have none of that. Heero, my love, needed to get something off his chest
and he would only feel better after doing so. So I decided to push him from the answers I wanted.
"Naze Heero? Why did Doctor J want you dead?" I asked.
Heero tensed but spoke anyway. "He didn't want the public to be informed of his secret training methods. How he
prepared me for war."
"Hee..." I tried to speak but Heero continued.
"He also said I was useless now that the war's are over. That's why he wanted to kill me. The training methods
he used on me while I was young would be considered as child abuse." Heero took a deep breath and then tried
his hardest to continue. "He would order soldiers to beat me and...and......rape me......a..any forms of torture he
could i..imagine were used on me. After the first few years....the torture and rape ended.....I was reduced *snif*
to nothing, I had no mind of my own. When I was ten I started training to use Wing....I....I had to kill people and I...
even killed.......a young girl.....and.....her *snif* puppy."
Heero couldn't speak anymore, as tears were streaming down his ivory cheeks, from his shimmering colbalt
eyes. Similar harsh sobs to the ones he emitted yesterday when I fixed his arm, were escaping from his throat.
I moved over so that I was sitting next to Heero and wrapped my arms around his lithe waist and, using my hand, I
forced him to rest his head on my shoulder. I could easily feel the sobs wracking his small frame and his tears
soaking through my thin shirt. Slowly, the harsh sobs and choaking gasps drifted apart and the stream of tears
stopped altogether. After a while I moved so that I could easily see Heero's face, and I found him to be fast
asleep. I laid him down softly on the bed and covered him with the cover, and tucked him in.
Looking at the clock and realizing exactly how late it was, I quickly changed into my pajamas and got into the
opposite side of the bed. Just as I fell asleep, I felt the bed shift slightly, but due to my sleep hazed mind, I took
no notice of it.
I quickly surcummed to the peacefulness of dark oblivion. Hopeing that Heero would be well enough the next day,
I fell into a dreamful sleep, featuring the soul that I had promised to protect.
----------------------------------------
tsuzuku..... ....if you think I should.
If ya getting board, don't worry cause they are acutally going to be leaving the bedroom in the next chapter and
there will be a lot more action in the approaching chapters. Like angst, attempted murder and love.
Please R&R, minna-chan.
Yume Maxwell-yuy