Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Perfection Breakdown ❯ Nightmare ( Chapter 3 )

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

"Perfection Breakdown"- A GW fanfiction

Part 3- Nightmare- by Masamune

MasamuneEHS@hotmail.com

The cell was as pitch black as could possibly be. The guards had shut
off all the electricity going into Wufei's cell almost immediately
after he broke the nose of the first one that tried to touch him.

/That'll teach them not to try anything like that again/ Wufei
thought, grinning a little as he wiped a small bit of blood off his
shirt. /Dirty OZ bastards have no honor at all. I wonder if Treize
knows about this?/

Through the heavy metal door Wufei faintly heard a man shout and curse
and then some other voices laugh. The man whose nose he must have
broken was probably pretty pissed. His friend, a skinny Latino that
must've been in his 40's had made a beeline for the exit when the
first pedophile guard was dropped by Wufei's smashing blow.

/Now they're undoubtedly going to come back in force/ Wufei thought
grimly, surveying the dark, incredibly cold cell. He could see his
breath linger in the air as he breathed. /Cowards only have strength
in packs/ he mentally commented, as the sound of a keycard being
inserted into his door ended his meditation.

There were for of them, one nervous fellow that Wufei recognized as
the coward who had fled earlier. The two others were almost 6 feet
high but looked incredibly stupid. The one that approached him first
was the same he had knocked earlier. He had a huge wad of paper
stuffed up his nose now. Wufei remained motionless, standing near his
cot, back facing the four guards.

"Hey Chinaman!" one called out laughingly. Wufei decided he'd be the
first to go. "Yo little pun what the fuck's your fuckin problem beatin
the shit outta Riley over her? Just cause he can't get no girls he
still gotta get his nuts off one way or another."

Snickers, the kind large dopey, bakas make. Then suddenly Wufei felt
one come up behind him and his mind readied itself.

/Wait. Another step and sweep kick his ass. They have no guns but the
guy outside may so don't kill any of them. Go for the head and move.
Don't get into a war with one of them, they're just too strong...yeah
right/

"What's wrong sweetie?" another voice cooed. "Got nothing to say?"

The man close to him stepped forward. Wufei dropped to his knees and
swept his right leg around, completely catching the guard behind him
and dropping him like lightning. Wufei faced the other three who all
stood petrified. Meanwhile Wufei got to his feet and gave a sharp kick
to the head of the downed man. Then he leaped forward towards the next
closest, the one he'd already hit.

/His nose is injured, it wouldn't be fair to strike him there/ So
instead Wufei kicked the bewildered man in the gut and as the
stupefied guard let out a small cry brought his hand around and
smacked him in the back of the head.

"Shit! Get him!" the coward yelled out, but didn't move one bit. The
other guard stayed motionless too and eyed Wufei. It was obvious that
they'd underestimated him. "Well come on get him!" the coward
repeated.

"Why don't you come and get me yourself?" Wufei asked coldly, his
voice thick with scorn and disgust. What weaklings. "Cowards like
yourself shouldn't act so tough. It'll get you killed one of these
days."

A groan from behind told Wufei the first guard was getting back up but
he pretended to not notice. Instead he set his gaze on the cowardly
guard and then on the other man, who he'd not seen before.

"You're not in much of a place to talk," the guard spat and pulled
from his belt a pistol. "So try any more shit and I'll kill you, I
don't care if you're a special prisoner."

/Wufei no baka!/ Wufei scolded himself. /Should've known they wouldn't
all be unarmed. Shimatta, there's nothing I can do now/

Behind him Wufei heard the rustle as the first guard finally got to
his feet. Then with an angry shout rushed at Wufei and tried to break
his skull from behind. With unknown agility Wufei jumped back and
lowered his shoulder. He grabbed the guard's arm and easily flipped
the once again bewildered assailant to the floor. The man groaned and
cursed but made no move to get up.

"Hey!" the armed guard said angrily. Wufei looked up, the coward was
gone but the armed man still stood, his pistol defiantly pointed at
him.

/Amateurs/ Wufei thought to himself and grinned. "I won't make a
ruckus. Just leave me alone. Remember who started all this."

"Duo..."

"Wake up Duo...I know what you want..."

Duo's violet eyes fluttered open and he gazed about the dark, dimly
lit room. He sat on a small bed in a poorly furnished room. A small
desk and wooden chair across from the bed, a cluttered closet by the
door. His room from...but that was impossible.

Duo looked down, he was no longer dressed in his black priest's robe
but only in a pair of black boxers with white zigzag patterns, and
they'd been his favorite until they burnt down in the fire.

He slowly walked towards the small open window that was letting in a
sharp gust of cold air. Pulling it down he sighed softly and then the
lights went out.

"Dark. Maybe you'll be safe in the dark. Maybe they won't find you in
the dark. Run! Run through the dark. Nothing else can save you. Hide,
ride, hide, kill." It sounded like a child, a lost lonely child,
crying in the night, scared.

/Nani? What's going on? Who's there?/ Duo wondered to himself, a
feeling of dread and terror running through him as a cold chill did.

"But what will protect you from the dark?" Another voice this time and
it made Duo jump as he realized that the speaker was all too close to
him. "In the dark you can satisfy all your wants and needs. I know
what you want."

Suddenly two icy frigid hands seemed to materialize from the darkness
behind him. Duo yelped in fright and tried to turn around but one of
the hands roughly grabbed his jaw, holding his face forward. The other
pressed him backwards and Duo felt himself press against the cold hard
naked flesh of a figure behind him.

A cold, seductive voice whispered in his ear, "You want this."

/Iie! This isn't what I want!/ Duo's mind screamed but the hands held
him tightly pressed against his naked assailant. /Not this way/ His
mind scrambled to call for help, anybody to help him.

The cold icy hands gently played with his body. One slowly traced the
delicate features of his face; his cheek, his lips, his chin. The
wandering probe gently caressed Duo's warm flesh, leaving goosebumps
wherever it did so. Its partner scanned Duo's boyish chest. Running up
and down his rib cage and every once and again moving upward and
roughly pinching Duo's hardened nipples. Each time was sending a jolt
of pleasure through Duo's body.

Then a pair of lips gently fell on the back of his neck. Losing
himself in the ecstasy of this unknown lover Duo urgently pushed back
against the naked flesh. Wanton lips responded and sucked and licked
along the back of his neck and gently across his shoulder blades.

"You like it don't you?"

The whisper was more of a hiss then a human voice and was accompanied
by one of the hands pinching hard on Duo's left nipple. Duo slightly
yelped in pain but the other hand quickly covered his mouth and
stopped him. The other hand drifted down, glided past Duo's navel and
under the waistband of the black boxers. There it teased and tickled
Duo's erection. At first gently and then faster and more deliberately
it covered Duo's cock and pumped up and down sending waves of pleasure
through him.

Duo moaned aloud as the mysterious hand worked its magic on him and he
heard the voice again. Laughing this time and with spite and anger in
its words.

"Hehehe, you're such a dirty, sweet, little whore. Play around a small
bit and you'll let yourself be fucked by anyone under the sun."

Without warning the caressing mouth opened and bit down hard on Duo's
shoulder. Blood began to run from the small wound and was licked away
by the tongue of the unknown.

"Itai!" Duo shouted, panic and fear pushing past the pure high of
ecstasy and lust he felt.

The cold voice laughed and continued to fiercely jack Duo off. Duo
looked down as his boxers fell around his ankles and he became all too
aware of the large mass of flesh that suddenly seemed to appear from
nowhere and press firmly into Duo's butt.

The hand that had kept his mouth clamped released its grip only to
scratch animally at Duo's face, drawing blood from his cheek. It then
wiped the small trickle away and brought it to Duo's mouth. The
Deathscythe pilot was now more scared then anything else and was
sickly horrified as the finger slipped into his mouth and he
instinctively felt his tongue lick his own blood off the intruding
finger.

"Yamero! Stop! Iie! Hanase! I don't want this!" he suddenly shouted,
realizing what was going on. Brought off his pleasure high by the
pain.

"But you love blood, that's why you're forever bathed in it."

And suddenly Duo looked down nearly shrieked as he saw that his chest
and penis was soaked in blood. The cold fingers were no longer gently
caressing him. They'd turned into white bony protrusions, roughly
grabbing and cutting him.

"Itai! What the hell? Yamero! What the fuck? Let go of me!" Duo yelled
struggling fiercely, against the skeleton hands that tormented his
flesh. "Help! Help me, oh God help me!"

"God? The only place of safety is in the dark, the only one that can
help you is Death."

"Help me! Heero!" Duo cried out the name in a desperate plea, wanting
the pain to end. "Heero!"

"What makes you think he'll come? Do you think he'll help you? It's
only you and me." A dark, vile tongue coated in blood licked Duo's
face, wiping away the blood that ran from the small cut. The dark
enemy laughed cruelly and Duo felt the sharp bony hands begin to shake
him as the monster laughed and continued to scratch him and smear the
blood on his chest.

"Heero! Oh God help me Heero!"

"You're a slut and you love it. Don't fear me; you're a monster too."

"No! Shimatta, leave me alone! Heero help!"

"Baka. Stop eluding yourself...wake up Duo!"

"Heero! Please, Heero, anyone?" Duo's voice had become a soft plea, a
sob of a helpless child.

"Wake up Duo!"

And suddenly Duo awoke to find himself still shrouded in darkness,
still being shaken by a pair of strong hands. Fiercely and in complete
fear he lashed out and struck Maxim, knocking his sunglasses to the
floor.

"Duo snap of it! You were just dreaming! There's nothing here! Noone
will hurt you," Maxim pleaded, still shaking the frightened boy.

"Heero! Onegai Heero help me!" Duo mumbled, still fighting and
flailing against the dark foe.

With a frown Maxim picked up the delirious boy up and tried to
restrain him. Duo's cries eventually faded into an incoherent mass of
pleas. Maxim looked down and for a minute felt something like sympathy
and a bond with Duo. But worse he felt something more...

"No, never, never. Above all else never develop feelings for the
enemy," Maxim repeated to himself, like recalling a lesson. "Keep it
on a professional level, don't let your emotions rule you."

Trying to compose himself he looked down into Duo's face and stared at
the marvelous beauty of the handsome Deathscythe pilot. He gently
brushed Duo's hair off his sweaty forehead and held it there for just
a second longer, relishing in the feeling of delicate flesh.

"Ch'. Look at me. Like a weak baka," Maxim snorted, shaking his head
and moving towards the door. He couldn't just leave Duo here in this
condition. He thought carefully for a minute.

/Commander Treize allowed me to be placed on special assignment/ Maxim
though. /I'm sworn to protect him and I'm responsible for the
subject's safety and health/ Thinking of Duo as a mission was much
easier, much safer for a soldier of OZ. He couldn't stand such a
distraction.

Trowa barely slept at all that night. It wasn't that he didn't need
sleep. Caring for Heero and simply getting through the day had become
an excruciating task. Thankfully Heero had slept most of the day,
mentally exhausted from his tantrums and the nightmares that
constantly seemed to haunt him. In fact Trowa had spent most of the
day sitting with Heero.

This was Quatre's kind of thing. Although Trowa had taken care of
Heero after the botched Siberia mission it was different now. Heero
then had been more of a vegetable then human. Feed, water and empty
the bedpan and redress the bandages a few times a day and Trowa hadn't
really needed to pay any more attention to the battered Wing pilot.

But now, Heero was more human then ever, more human then he normally
was. He was vulnerable, weak, scared. Words like that hardly ever fit
in a sentence with Heero Yuy... unless you were discussing how scared
OZ soldiers could get.

But it was something more now. Trowa had sat by Heero's bedside for
countless hours today and ever since escaping the OZ factory. Other
then making food for himself and Heero, which had to be very soft so
the Wing pilot wouldn't choke, and going to the bathroom Trowa had
stood his watch. But that wasn't what was keeping him awake now was
it?

In general Trowa seldom spoke to Heero. But when Heero was ravaged by
the demons of dreams Trowa would always strongly take the powerful,
slightly callused hand of Heero and hold it tightly, gently trying to
cokes Heero from his nightmare, whispering soft and comforting words
that often surprised Trowa.

/Nani? What was that noise?/ Trowa thought glancing at the doorway
that led to Heero's. /Is Heero alright?/ he wondered, not making a
move to get up but listening for anything else.

/Baka, you're just imagining it/ a part of him snapped, the more
"sensible" and "realistic" part of him. /You just want an excuse to
run in there and hold his hand or even just look at him/

/What if I do? I can't control my emotions, I can't control how I
feel/ Trowa answered in his head, slightly surprised that he'd even
allowed such a thought to be confirmed in his mind.

/Disappointing/ the voice coldly replied. /And you'd been killing your
emotions for so long...Do you really think you can ever be as human as
you were? Do you really want to be? Don't forget what happened when
YOU were vulnerable and helpless. If you have emotions it just gives
other people an edge to step on you/

/I can't stop my heart, and I really don't want to. I don't care if I
fall in love, I don't care if I'm vulnerable again. Anything's better
then being soulless/ Trowa shuddered and stayed in deep self-thought,
not noticing the soft steps approaching him.

/Listen to me/ the other part of him that Trowa hoped to be free of
answered. /What makes you think Heero'd ever want you? A scarred, used
piece of trash. You're used goods, nobody wants somebody else's
seconds/

It hurts. It really does hurt to not be at peace with yourself. It
hurts to live as a soulless killer that nobody could possibly love.
It's painful to gaze onto yourself and see what you really are. It
hurts a lot.

"Trowa?" a soft, dry voice came from the doorway. Trowa quickly pulled
his pistol from under his pillow and aimed it at the dark figure
standing in his doorway, silently cursing himself for getting so
unaware in his thoughts.

It was only Heero though. Trowa lowered his gun; Heero walked into the
room, limping a small bit as he made his way to the side of Trowa's
bed.

"What's wrong Heero?" Trowa asked, concern making his voice thick
along with the realization that both he and his comrade were shirtless
and in what would normally be a very bizarre situation if any passerby
looked in the room.

"Well...if," Heero's voice was quaking and Heero looked down at the
floor, seemingly embarrased.

"Come on Heero," Trowa asked, starting to get out from under the
covers and then thinking better of it. "Just tell me."

"Well if you don't mind I'd..." Heero's voice trailed off and he still
could not make his eyes meet Trowa's. "I'd like to stay in here with
you tonight, if you don't mind."

Sirens, firecrackers, champagne and warheads couldn't properly
simulate the blur of emotions and reactions in Trowa's head. Part of
him wanted to cry out, "Oh boy, it's gonna be a hot time in the old
town tonight!" While others were much less sure and couldn't imagine
why Heero'd ever say such a thing.

/Why's he saying this?/ Trowa asked himself. /He doesn't look
delirious or anything. Good God is this actually what he wants? Is he
coming on to me? Iie...impossible/

But Trowa only nodded and moved over in the not-made-for-two bed. But
Heero didn't move, he stood, still looking away, looking anywhere but
into Trowa's eyes.

"I feel so weak," he finally said after more then a minute had passed.
"I was trained my whole life to never need anyone, never need any
help. I was supposed to be the perfect, self-sufficient soldier. And
now look at me. I think if I watched one of those life insurance
commercials I'd break down and cry in no time."

"Heero..." Trowa whispered, not really sure what to say. Wanting to
heal his companions pain, but so very unsure of what to say, of his
own feelings.

Heero looked up and looked into Trowa's face. And Trowa swore that
Prussian sparkle was the most beautiful color in the world. Finally
Heero walked over, his feet falling noiselessly on the bare wooden
floor. He climbed in under the soft blue blankets and remained
motionless, allowing a silence that seemed to linger for eternity to
fall on them. But it was really only a few minutes before Heero turned
slightly.

"I want to thank you Trowa," he said, his voice filled with a delicate
blend of gratitude, embarrassment and maybe something more. "You've
taken such good care of me. I can't think of anybody that's ever done
so much and went out of their way so much for me."

"Heero..." Trowa said softly, his voice dry and his mind racing and
scrambling but coming up empty for words.

"Trowa," Heero said, still struggling somewhat to keep the emotion in
his voice subdued. "You ease my nightmares."

/Me? A heartless, scarred boy with no name?/ Trowa wistfully reflected
inside.

"I don't know what it is but I can always tell when you're by my side
that everything will be ok somehow," Heero continued. "When my
nightmares come and you hold my hand or whisper to me...I always feel
better. I always feel that I'm safe...as long as I'm with you."

The Heavyarms pilot lay still, not wanting to move lest he break the
delicate mood that was bringing so much joy to his heart. He only
stared back, his shimmering emerald eyes open and vulnerable.

/Does he know how much I want to kiss him right now?/ Trowa wondered.
/Does he know what he does to me? The way he makes me feel.../

"And I just want to thank you for that Trowa, with all my heart."

-end part 3