Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Lovely Electric ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

AN: HOLY CRAP!! I COULD NOT FIND ONE PICTURE OF ALEX NOR MUELLER.. XD In other words.. I probably have them mixed up.. I found some things describing them.. but yea..

I truly believe that if Alex or Mueller had a party in this universe or the regular, it would be ugly like this.



Lovely Electric- Chapter 4


"Waaaah!" Duo complained, leaning over a messy array of foreign outfits he'd acquired since his first day as Leading Merchant of Foreign Devices- Duo had always addressed himself as just a merchant. He was having trouble choosing something for Trowa to wear. He'd been able to narrow the selection down to Asian dresses and primary sexy outfits like French maid suits or nursewear but no further. His much more essential-to-state friends lounged on his lofty couch, Treize rather patiently, Heero not so.

The older man had taken all night last night choosing Milliardo's skintight sky blue silk pants and vest. Barefoot and hair tied in a high braid, he looked every bit like an A-class doll as he was said to be- this pissed him off to no end. He'd rather wear Treize's gold-rimmed gentleman's suit, even with the bright red carnation in the pocket, and the cape. Ridiculously much, but too much was better than a lot less.

Wufei gained a pair of haughty flared jeans, no shirt, and a spike-studded collar, an appearance of a wild pet, which excited Heero to no end, however, Quatre was the exact opposite. A docile collar embedded with small diamonds encircled his throat; he wore pretty sapphire bracelets, small shorts with an equally tiny shirt, a heart in the middle of it. The smaller pet sat on his usual seat, soft thighs brushing the rough threadwork of Heero's coarse black pants, sleeping on his silk black shirt.

Duo donned all leather; after hearing word that Alex's party was as raunchy as they come, he decided to go all out, including the violently gleaming mauve ribbons he had Trowa interweave into his braid.

"Someone help me out!" Duo cried. Trowa stood there silently in a light shirt and some shorts; he had no idea what his master wanted- not like he's ever had a choice on anything like this, but something deeper disallowed him to speak anymore than he should.

When Lady Une had tuned him with the blackbox what seemed like yesterday, he said he wanted Duo. She then spiked the voltage and began to choke him to asphyxiation, saying another comment like that will have him killed. Not scrapped, killed. Next, she just blabbered on and on about Treize, completely out of her mind, then back to saying that he had no desires and should never, ever speak of such again. He tried not to....

But, after she left, Duo made him a bowl of ice-cream. They shared the same spoon, and, eventually, he began to talk again.

Said master smiled gently at him. "Which one do you want?" Creases of a frown marked his face as Trowa stood there silent, eyes to their original glassy doll look. Scratching the back of his head sheepishly, Duo said, "He's been doin' that on and off, since that bitch came. It's been really depressing."

"I'm sorry."

"The maid outfit," Treize offered,"though, I would like to know, why are these all women's clothes? It's altogether rare for a Special to have a doll of the opposite sex."

"Maybe he wears them." Heero gestured to the outfits. "He has the look for them."

"For one thing, no. I just like the look of them, don't you? Plus, I have a collection of menwear as well, I just don't think they'll look right on him."

"The maid outfit..." Trowa whispered, not looking anyone directly in the eyes.

"Alright, I'll help you put it on," and Duo grabbed Trowa's small, shy hand.

While they were in the main room, Quatre burrowed deeper into Heero, a bit awake and a bit grumpy.

"If I have to see Une again so she can electrocute me, I'm going to.... hurt her."

Heero smiled, sort of, quirking the corners of his mouth. "We can't do anything about that...," he frowned, thinking of that plan he informed Sally about, much to her dismay as they talked over the phone. "Not yet. That witch could frame us with anything. It's not worth it."

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They drove a long drive to Alex's mansion; the crowded entrance had men and women Specials dragging along their dolls, all dressed up in the spiffiest, tightest, and tantalizing clothes their owners could find. A few pets had the new models of mechanical remote collars that triggered electric shocks or inbred commands on the whim of the masters. If they hadn't known the truth, the masters would have thought these devices would be cool.

Tall, ghastly, overly beefy robot guards stood plainly and still at the top of the marble staircase, holding open the gigantic doors releasing deafening music and blinding lights, even from where they were.

They finally reached the top platform of marble, organized into lines for a different guard, besides the ones holding the doors, and these robots had target laser guns. These weapons could lock on a victim and the resulting lasers could last up to thirty seconds following.

Treize went first, with the most ill composure Duo's ever seen on him, as if he was absolutely mortified to be there. He set his hands on the scanner and got a happy tune. Then it was Heero, who sighed a long one after he got the same results, but when Duo pressed his fingers down he got an ominous buzz. Mechanic muzzles automatically shoved into his face.

A man called out, "Wait! I wanna see his face before you splatter it to pieces." He came in between the guards, a diminutive tanned guy with glasses, quirky smirk making Duo extremely nervous. "A girl?"
The merchant imagined those glasses breaking and the shards slicing opening pupils so that the murky liquid can run down his cheeks. Such a crisis wouldn't happen so he just said, "I'm a man."

The other rolled his eyes, which shifted to Trowa behind him. "Is this yours?" he asked unnecessarily and raped him with his lewd gaze all the same.

"He's mine," came the stiff answer.

The man swirled around. "I am Mueller, Alex's best friend! And he's the Third Leader of Head Office's grandfather, so you better watch it, you faggoty, purple-eyed freak!" He turned around, grabbing Trowa by the hips, who silently let himself be grabbed. "You better be glad this one's pretty, or I would've killed you."

On that note, another man called upon the Buzz of Doom. Mueller turned around once, escorted Trowa to see, then waved a dismissive hand. This gesture had the robots firing the buzzed gentleman, allowing bystanders to circle around to safety without losing their positions in the line. The lasers dissipated into the disintegrated flesh and all that was left was bits of charred flesh hanging from clean bones. A mild-looking female doll fell to her knees, a position of abandonment. Guards lifted her from the marble and carried her away.

"She's going to the private room," Mueller spoke to Trowa. "I'll get my full of her later, but, you, I wanna do now."

"I'll only copulate with whom my master wants me to copulate," sensuous, reddened (make-up), lips moved discreetly in that regular robotic way. Red ruby knobs twinkled in his lobes, and a not-overly-frilly black and white maid shirt and skirt adorned his lithe body. Knee-high stockings, white, fell into low-heeled shoes. He was a delicious combination.

Duo, though he absolutely adored the outfit, now regretted his pet's gorgeous look. He regretted coming to this party, too, but that was pretty much a given.

"He'll make you mine for the night."

Like hell I will.

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As they went deeper inside, into the hall of wine, sweat, and sex, they gravitated to an obscure part of the party. Cushions and chairs lounged in a circle, inviting anyone who was wise enough to not meddle with the general rank. One by one each sat into a chair or cushion, Quatre jumping into Heero's lap as another round of fire obliterated some poor man or woman. He didn't look up until he was sure Mueller went away.

"Wow... So.. Alex.. Being the grandson of the Third... He can just do whatever the hell he wants?" Duo reiterated.

"Basically," Treize said, not moving to get a drink nor ordering Milliardo to get him any. He still looked like death.

"And you," the merchant glared at Heero, "invited to me here? Have you been to one of these?" In response to his nod: "What the FUCK!? I just nearly got my head blown off because I wasn't on the guest list!"

"That wasn't a guest list, Duo..." his friend murmured. "It was a lottery."

A quiet passed before Quatre whispered, "To see whether you'll die or not?"

"Hn," -that is, yes, it was. "It's a sick little game they play- I need to use the restroom," and he left, the reason for his hasty retreat unknown, unless it was because of none other than Mueller and the host himself.

Mueller, bordered on one side by none other than Lucreiza Noin and a brownish-blond woman with bell earrings, who could only be Sally Po, importantly made his way to Trowa and tugged him imprudently to his feet until he was standing before another male. He brandished him like a prize saying, "This is the one I was talking about, Alex." This man was an almost-foot taller than Mueller, blonde hair, and skin pale from lack of important work. His gaze of disgusting lust was as obvious as the sun shining on Earth, and if two guards weren't standing bulwark, Duo would have smacked the look straight from his face and hoped to Head Office that it hurt.

Alex snapped his fingers at him. "Lend him to me!" he ordered.

"I heard you can't have a doll for another week," Duo answered, casually. "I don't know the exact details though."

"That's why I told you to lend him to me! Isn't that fuckin' obvious, you faggot?"

"I don't get it. You callin' me a faggot while at the same time you ask for my male doll?"

Alex was quiet for a moment, then he asked in an increasingly whining tone, "Are you saying no?"

"I ain't sayin' yes, am I?"

Treize choked on pure air, throwing the rest of them off as he stood in front of Duo, an apologetic mask on his face. His friends believed this must be a Red Crisis caution alert; their friend has never shown an apologetic face to anyone, especially to someone either smaller in stature or height, and both referred to Alex. But his face was pale, and he had to swallow before saying anything in Duo's defense: "Mr. Alex-" If he had drunken anything, both Duo and Heero would have sworn on their dead mothers that there must have been something in his wine. "-he's new to this part of your humble society,"-He was kissing ass, the world was ending-" and doesn't know how to act. Also, this is his first that he has decided to keep his pet. As you already know, Trowa is a fine specimen, and, maybe, next time you could... have him."

Then Duo realized the reason why the commander was groveling; as he looked bad, he made Treize and his reputation look horrible; he could even lose status as it was.

"No, I want him now," came the retort, shitting on everything Treize had used to reason, and he sat back down, looking weary and even more sick. "Now, before I was so rudely interrupted by that crap-"

"Only you, Alex," Treize muttered, ruefully.

"What?!"

"I said, 'it was, Alex'."

"Thought that was what you said!"

Quatre spoke up, confused, "Then why did you ask?" and Treize very nearly fainted in his seat.

It was so quiet, one could hear the blonde sexdoll scratch his chin. With this silence he asked again, "Why would you ask him 'what' if you already knew what he said- oh, right, you said that you thought he said it, so I guess that's pretty much still inconclusive, and you would want evidence from Mr. Treize, right?" Again, there was only stares, Sally and Noin so blatantly that Quatre withered a bit, and some a bit angry, like Alex's, thinking the doll must be 'broken' and should be fixed quite quickly.

Then Mueller began to whisper into Alex's ear.

"Now?" he asked and received a nod, a smug smile, and a microphone earpiece. He turned to the accumulated audience, gathering the sight of everyone there and their absolute attention. Clearing his throat, he made look ready to speak, but he cleared his throat again, clearing invisible lint from his blue suit.

Noin rolled her eyes, then made a sick face when Mueller put his arm around her and spoke in her ear.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" He yelled loudly though he had on the earpiece. "We live in the Romefeller Foundation, do we not? The greatest country in the world, only one befitting to rule this awry world with good sense, correct?"

Enthusiastic roars of approval filled the hall, and he continued when it died down, "There are those poor, poor countries which need our help, our knowledge, and our perfect rule- to which we have helped, taught and ruled! However, since they could not do such on their own, should they be regarded higher than us, the Specials chosen by the grand and beautiful Head Office?!"

Dissension to this opinion turned the crowd to an angry mob, and they wondered where Alex was going with this.

"Of course not!" He paused for effect. "The thing is, there is a rumor that's been passed down since forty or so years ago, that we waste precious scientific elements to mold what- clones? And make them sex-dolls? Is death proper for the people who go against our advices to advance their cultures? Is that all that should be done?!"

When the next wave of disapproval fell, a brave man asked, "So, the sex dolls are really humans?"

This seemed to be the question Alex most dearly wanted to be brought up because he smiled, dramatically hung his head and turned on heel, then answered finally in a conceited tone, "Of course, and rightfully so! Do you know what they could do to us if we didn't control them? What would happen to our nation? Disasters and tragedies will befall us since before the Great War, which none of us have lived through, but have heard enough to know that people like Milliardo Peacecraft and Chang Wufei of the Red Dragons are those who have to be wittled to the positions they are in now! Look how much more peaceful the world is!"

"All dolls," Mueller intervened, microphone in ear, "are just the same as property of land. They are tapered to be the perfect beings they are, to serve us and learn from us what they need to learn, so everything is all perfect, right?" Various forms of agreement aroused, except from the exclusive knowledgeable beings who felt sick in their souls with every new word and its slew of support. "But some fight against fate! Such as Quatre, Heero's doll who just questioned the words of his superior, a Special!

"By this time, there is only one way to go, for those who fight against fate will fight against Common, and those in Common will be provocative in jail. The only option for this fool of a doll is for him to die." Mueller took out a handgun, and Alex did the same.

Quatre blinked, a recognizably remembrance blink of something impertinent. He closed his eyes, a pout played on his lips before they began to move. "I believe I know of this fight against fate you speak of, but why don't you just kill me, I don't remember... There's something, I'm sure."

Completely captivated, completely moved, completely brainwashed, the people nodded their heads and shook their fists, handed him bigger guns from the guards and waved him on, and spoke in a mad rush to see Quatre Raberba Winner, once sole heir of his country, now a muddled doll, shot and killed by the lowest man anyone on Earth can conjure.

"However," Alex again spoke suspensefully, "not only were they engineered for your pleasures, but also, as some of you may also know, for some of the more dirty missions.

"The correct term for these dolls aren't robots with human senses built in, but the opposite, so defeating him in this ballroom would be just inefficient." The people didn't understand. "The dolls... some could be stronger and more accurate than my A-1 Cybertrons." His reasoning disheartened the audience. "But no worry, my dear friends. Treize Kushrenada! I know you have reign over your friend's dolls."

Treize laced his fingers together.

"So tell him to accept his fate and do not fight back, even if his master is not here."

The man in question pried his fingers apart, placing them over his face. "I want just a few questions answered..."

"Sure!" Alex crowed, decidedly believing that everything went much more smoothly than he thought.

"Is he," he patted Milliardo's blonde head, "the true prince of the Sanc Kingdom you destroyed?"

"Yes, that is the traitor that went against his own country as it tried to better itself!"

Unfazed, Treize went on, "That's odd. I was given the impression all operations went smoothly."

"W-well, that's..." Alex hesitated, then more confidently replied, "He was still such a small rebel."

"Hn," came a sardonic grumble from Heero, strolling past Alex at such a leisurely pace one wouldn't tell that he even knew what was going on, and he sat with Quatre back in his lap; a surprised look then came to his face, before it fell to its usual monotonous demeanour.

"What was that for, Heero Yuy?"

"What was what for?" was the reply in its usual dry humor.

"Your sarcastic grunt, Heero Yuy."

"Oh, that... Well, it just seems that Milliardo must have been more than a small rebel if six elite assassins, including me, had to reserve well over a year just to capture him, and only then it was because we held his already dead sister hostage."

Irritated, Alex changed the subject. "Anymore questions?"

"What happened to the people of Sanq?" Duo asked, finally speaking again, worried for Trowa for he had gone deathly pale and a light sheen covered his skin.

"Oh," Mueller laughed, "they have long ago become many of our dolls, and the others are probably in Common."

"What's Common?" Quatre inquired.

Before Alex or Mueller could say anything, Heero said, "That's where the rest of the public is, like the news reporters and the cooks you see on television."
"You mean the people beyond the gates? And the ones in chains? And the ones in the TV program Executions of Public Support?"

His master nodded in agreement just as Alex threw his gun at him. Catching it, a rueful smile came to his face as he examined the weapon. "What do you want me to do?"

"Kill your nosy doll."

The doll started, grasping a clump of Heero's shirt, before letting it go so he could frown petulantly. "I could kill you with one punch, you know."

The audience broke out in excited whispers, wondering if this was true.

"No good if your head is blown off. On the chance you do kill me, the alarms would ring Red Crisis and the whole country of Romefeller would come after you." Blandly, he took his other gun from his hidden pocket in his jeans, holding both level to Quatre's forehead. "Now, I have doubled my chances. You can't escape."

To those who didn't know Heero, including Sally, Noin, and the dolls, it looked as if he had trapped Quatre. However, to his friends Duo and Treize he had just shown them that he had no intention of firing. Having two guns in his hands was at first a showy habit of indecision, but now they knew he had a plan of some sorts.

That theory must have been true because when Wufei swiped a gun from the nearest A-1 Cybertron, Heero smiled.

"I think it's time Sally."