Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Grace This Earth ❯ Revenge ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: The Gundam guys aren't mine, much the pity. I own Endless Waltz on DVD, and that's only half mine because my brother paid for the other half. No money made, sadly enough.

Rating: This one's a PG, Kiddies!

Warnings: Language, Duo's POV, OOC, yaoi, AU, screwed ages - I am not sure how old everyone is now (best advice is to ignore it), Sexual references, Hilde is a bitch in this, (so sorry to anyone who likes her).

Pairings: Previous 2+H , H+R, 1x2/2x1 ( \/\/_^\/ ), 5x6x13, R+D, 3x4 ( ///_^ )

Dedication: This is for Ber, who STILL won't let me read her stuff, though I am sure they are FANTASTIC, just like her drawings.

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The seat I was sitting on was cold as ice and I was hard pressed suppressing the shudders threatening to wrack my body. I had been sitting in the metal chair that refused to warm up for a few hours now, getting colder and colder but refusing to sleep or show any signs of weakness. I knew that once I did, they would move in for the kill.

The door opened again and the plate of food that had been sitting just inside the door was removed to be replaced by another, steaming hot plate of delicious smelling food. They changed the plate every fifteen minutes, which was slowly driving me to desperation. I hadn't eaten since before I left Hilde's, I soon realised, and my stomach was protesting loudly to this treatment. She knew every way possible to get to me.

"So, Duo, how are you feeling?" A voice asked over the intercom.

I was hard pressed to repress a shudder, simply at the sound of the self-centered voice. /What was I THINKING when I was going out with her?/ I thought to myself. I didn't reply to the question, partly to show defiance, partly to hide the fact that my teeth were chattering.

"Hm, not broken down enough then? Ah well, I can't put this off any longer. They have been very patient, don't you think?"

I just sat, trying come up with a way to show defiance that didn't involve opening my mouth.

"Well, I am going to release the locks that are keeping you on the seat. However, you will still be chained and it will be to heavy for you to lift your arms. You can go and eat what's on that plate, if you wish. I'll send someone for you in five minutes."

There was a light breeze around my hands and then I could feel the pressure that was keeping them stuck to the freezing chair release. I stood on shaky legs, unsure of what I would be capable of after being stuck in the same position for so long.

My knees immediately cramped, causing me to fall down hard of the metal floor. I pushed aside the pain as I shuffled across the floor on my knees, occasionally slipping and landing on my face. Once I had reached where the food was placed I fell upon it like a man starved, which I was. It tasted awful, but the glorious smell made up for that and I couldn't pick up any traces of poison in my hurried mouthfuls. Before I had eaten half of the, what appeared to be, chicken curry my `escort' arrived.

"Get up, 02." The low, detesting tones of the obvious soldier made my blood freeze. No one but ex-OZ soldiers called me `02' anymore. That past had been laid to rest. So what was Hilde doing with an OZ soldier in her midst?

"I said, GET UP, 02!" He grabbed my braid and jerked sharply, almost causing me to cry out. The OZ bastards had always enjoyed using my braid against me. As a result of being hauled upwards by my hair, the frantic attempts I was making at cramming more food into my system was interrupted.

The soldier turned my face so that I was looking directly into his eyes. His teeth looked like they were rotting out of his skull, the whites of his eyes a yellow colour and his skin the pallor of solidified bacon fat. I was tempted to let him know this fact, when he spoke to me again, his breath - smelling like an old dumpster - rolled over me in waves, making me gag.

"We're going to be having some /fun/ with you. Or the highest bid will. . ." He grinned at his own joke, which went right over my head. "Shame I can't mess your pretty face up a bit more, but I can't go against the Mistress' wishes."

He grabbed my jaw tightly, preventing me from voicing the smartarse comments I had waiting on my lips. Another three men walked in, stopping at various places around my room. They were the type of inexperienced soldiers that I could have taken down without a second thought, however, in my weakened condition from lack of nourishment and movement, I was unable to do much of anything.

"Now, 02, we're having some ladies come in here," the soldier with the hygiene problem told me, tapping at an already forming bruise forming on the cheekbone with his index finger. "You have better behave, or we'll just be forced to beat you, then drug you." The look in his eyes told me that he wouldn't need much by way of encouragement to beat me senseless. My instincts told me to sit tight and wait for a better opportunity for escape.

The ladies walked in, each carrying what looked to be a pile of unrelated objects. There was some makeup, cleaning equipment, soap, clothes. All were things that one would need if they were planning on going out of a date. . . and were a chick, if you included the makeup. An Asian girl with very pretty eyes - green, which was unusual - sat in front of me and began taking my clothes off. I fought the urge to fight it, as even though the guards had backed off, they were still standing in the corners, leering at me and pretending that they weren't all homophobic gay men anyway.

The pretty eyed girl undressed me then another few came up to me and cleaned me off with some of the equipment they had brought. The room was still very cold and I was having a hard time trying to fight off the shudders that threatened to wrack my body. After they had finished bathing me, another girl walked up to me and placed salve on all the bruises that would not be seen while wearing clothing. Once that was complete, two of the girls who had bathed me brought over some clothes, silently comparing them with my body to see which would fit. I didn't like the look of the clothes they were looking at as they were all extremely revealing and, once on, would make me look like a cheap whore on for sale. A male whore, but still a whore.

They decided on one of the more revealing, less material containing, articles of clothing. I looked in disgust at the flimsy, see through top that could have been used as a fishing net to catch medium-sized fish. The pants looked like they should be painted on, they were so small. I had no idea how they were going to get me into leather that tight. I had been clubbing before but never in my life had I ever even looked twice at the mostly no-cloth clothing that they appeared to find appropriate for me.

This got me wondering; exactly what was Hilde planning to do to me? I couldn't think of anything that she would need me to dress up in this type of clothing for. Hse didn't find me that attractive, and from out last encounter I had gathered just from her voice that she thought me one of the most disgusting life-forms now that I had rejected her. She was just a sore loser, but what the hell did she have planned?

The two girls looked at the slim Asian with pretty eyes. She nodded and then, with surprising strength, lifted me while the other two tried to pull the pants onto my form. I felt very uncomfortable at the fact that they were planning on putting the pants on me, and that I now wasn't wearing any underwear so they would have to be touching some very private areas in order to get them on properley.

One the pants were mostly on I reached down and took control of putting on my own pants. The guards around me made a move to restrain me when I reached down bur relaxed and smirked at me when they saw me trying to keep even a little dignity.

The pretty eyed girl put me down, and I wondered slightly if she might be a relation to Heero. They were certainly very similar. The unusual eye colour, extraordinary strength. Once I was out of this mess, I would make sure to try and find her and perhaps find out more about her.

They pulled the fishing-net top over my head and then took out my braid. I winced at this. I hated anyone touching my braid. They were gentle and brushed it out. I was expecting them to pull it up into some other style but they left it out and went about doing my makeup. They put eyeliner on, and various other forms of face makeup - the type that I would wear if I was going to go and hang out at a gay bar.

By the time they had finished, I could barely recognise myself. The bruises were gone, carefully concealed underneath a think layer of makeup. My face looked completely different, as well. All of my features were enhanced, and my eyes appeared to glow ethereally.

The guards stood to the side, grinning stupidly. They appeared to be enjoying the transformation. The women left, leaving me alone with the men. I was about to put into action a plan which would enable me to escape when a voice crackled over the loud speaker.

"Ah, I see that you are done. Hmm. . . now, they /did/ do a nice job. Gentlemen, lead him to me. It shall begin shortly."

Hilde's voice cut off and my brow furrowed. What was going to begin shortly? I was jerked out of my brief contemplation quite literally. One of the guards had grabbed my hair to lead me out the door. The other followed me from behind, smacking my arse with the end of his gun and occasionally pinching it. I was had pressed to fight back the urge to get rid of my meagre meal and empty my stomach. It was almost as disgusting as the thought of Hilde touching me - almost but not quite.

I was lead up stairs, through halls, across a training ground that was completely enclosed. That lead me to the conclusion that this was an underground base of some sort. Some doors were locked and I had to pause while the door was opened, allowing the guards a chance to cop a quick feel before we had to be moving again. After about five minutes of this I was lead to a wooden door. The rest of the doors had been steel, so this struck me as strange. One of the guards, the one with the hygiene problem, knocked five times, paused then knocked again twice.

Hilde opened the door, a smile gracing her face. The smile didn't reach her eyes and I could see the obvious hate burning in their depths.

"My, Duo, it is about time." She said with false happiness. "We were just about ready to start without you." She directed the last comment to her left, which was blocked from my view by the door. Laughter reached my ears and I wondered once again what Hilde had planned.

"Come in, come in!" She said as she ushered me inside.

Once inside I stopped. Before me was a /huge/ audience, all of whom were obviously ex-OZ soldiers, judging by their uniforms. I was screwed if I thought that I was going to escape from this.

"Well, Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to present to you. . . Duo Maxwell. He's an ex-gundam pilot, pilot 02 to be exact. I am sure some of you out there would like to pay him back, ne?"

Hilde had gone and stood behind a podium to address the audience and I was left feeling exposed at the front of the stage, lights blaring down upon me. All eyes were uncomfortably upon me, none of them filled with sympathy.

"His hair is completely natural, eyes a gorgeous violet and, as you can see, he has one /hell/ of a body. Let's say, should we start the bidding at Ten Thousand?"

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MUAHAH!! How'd you like THAT one??!! Damn that Hilde! Heh, Sorry to the Hilde lovers out there. I needed a character to play with.

Anastasia

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