Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Plight of the Unicorn - Sidestory ❯ Sidestory Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

~Well everyone the dark muse has struck yet again. >_< So there are a lot of warnings that go along with this part. First off I would like to point out that the views of the characters involved are definitely not my own beliefs on homosexuality. However there are simple-minded people out there whom share the views of several of the characters below. The second thing to point out is a major rating change. The Side story is now
NC-17. This part contains attempted NCS and incest. This was so not my idea. Blame the dark muse over there! I believe that's all the warnings I need but I knew I had to put them here so that everyone knew what they were getting into when they read this part.
~Cloudy daze
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Plight of the Unicorn -- Side Story

Part Two

The faint jingle alerted the short man of a new customer. He wiped his forehead with his long sleeved shirt before glancing up from the bar top. He nodded at the familiar figure who entered. Mister Peacecraft was a regular to the small pub, visiting whenever the need for a drink arose. The man always carried himself with an air of arrogance around him, ignoring the flock of trades women hoping to gain his money for 'personal' favors.

"Barkeep, I need a gallon of whiskey and I need it now," the rich gentlemen announced.

"I'm sensing a major problem in your life, my lord. You feel up to talking about it?" the bartender asked as he picked up a clean glass, filing it with ice and liquor.

The wealthy man grunted nonchalantly, collapsing onto the chair in front of him.

"Hey Cavin! Get your hands out of my waitress's shirt and get over here. We have someone here who needs some of your psychological know-all!" the man hollered as he slid around the counter and walked over to the table, placing the drink down.

The individual being spoken to pulled away from the women's mouth. His face was flushed from the enjoyment of the female's company. The speaker rolled his brown eyes as he noticed the position of the man's hands on the waitress. His left hand was pressed firmly against one of her breasts, the other at work trying to get the clasp of the bar undone.

"Do I have to? You know how much I love this little lady here!" Cavin exclaimed.

"And what about your wife?" the bartender inquired.

"She's had five kids already. She's no fun anymore."

"And who's fault is that? You're the one that can't keep your bits and pieces to yourself," the other man snorted.

Cavin shrugged and rolled his eyes before lifting the petite woman off his lap and setting her on the ground. He patted down his shirt and brushed the black locks that had fallen in his face out of the way.

"I'll see you later, sweet cheeks," he promised before giving her a slap on the rear. He then made his way to the two men, plopping down between them.

"Ok so what's the big problem here? Tell the doctor all about it," he stated.

"Doctor my butt. You've helped a few people with emotional problems and you think you're a doctor," the bartender exclaimed.

"Well I'm more qualified than you are. Besides who's the one that asked me to come over to help? Now what's the problem?" Cavin asked, getting back to the task at hand.

"This can not go farther then you two, understand?" the rich individual warned.

"We got it, my lord. So spill already," the barkeeper remarked.

"I just found out that my son is fucking gay. He's been screwing around with the butler's son," he snapped, downing the drink in one quick swallow.

Both listeners turned to face each other as if communicating silently. Cavin finally sighed, his gaze going back to the frustrated fathers.

"You didn't know?" he asked quietly.

"You did!" he practically screamed, throwing the glass against the wall. The object shattered into tiny fragments. The crowd that scattered the bar all glanced over at the table.

"Nothing to see here folks. Just go back to your drinking," the bartender ordered.

"Calm down, Sir. We don't have any real evidence, but we just assumed by the way he acted. Your son never and I mean never goes after any of the lovely women here, he does magic, which we all know is a rather weak way for a man to make a living, he's polite, and is always hanging out with the young men at your household. I mean just look at him. The long hair adds to the suspicion."

"I just figured those were cause my wife keeps babying him," the rich man said sourly.

"Well obviously you were mistaken," Cavin said shortly.

"I'll fucking kill him! I will not have a fag for a son. I'd rather he be dead," the father growled.

"My lord, let's not go to the extremes here. He's still your son," the bartender commented.

"I don't care! You know how wealthy I am. People of my elevated status look down on homosexuals. Do you know how ridiculed by my peers I would be if they discovered my only boy was a pansy who wanted to sleep with their sons?"

The frustrated father stood up suddenly, snatching one of the drinks a passing waitress had in her hands. She prepared to protest but the bartender stopped her with a faint shake of his head.

"You have to calm down. Think long and hard about this. You don't really want your son dead. No matter what he does, he's still your child. You have to remember that," the man said firmly.

Milliardo's father sighed as he dropped back down on the chair.

"There is a way," Cavin murmured. Both men turned to look at him in surprise.

"What do you mean?"

"You have to consider the fact that being homosexual is a conscious decision by the individual. You son decided that he wants to be with other men. Maybe he's just shy around women and can't form attachments to them and therefore turns to men, I'm not sure. However he chose to be this way," the black haired man stated. He quickly held up his hand to indicate the father should remain silent.

"In saying that you have to realize that Milliardo can change his mind. My main question is how far are you willing to go to save your son?"

"I'll do anything. I don't think simply yelling at him with change his mind though," the wealthy man pointed out.

"I don't believe so either. My idea is a bit more…. drastic," Cavin announced as he slid closer to the other man, whispering rapidly into his ear.
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The platinum haired young man sighed contently as he sat on the edge of his huge king sized bed. The brush slid slowly through silver locks, long since untangled. Milliardo continued the steady rhythm however, enjoying the feeling of the bristles against his scalp. His mother and Relena had left earlier to see a play, leaving him alone in the house with the few servants that actually remained in the house at night. His father was out again, although he didn't have any idea where.

He smiled softly, the notion of visiting Deckin tonight sounded very promising. He knew the two women wouldn't be back for several hours. Milliardo finally decided against the idea sense his father could show up any minute.

"You thinking about that little slut boy of yours?" a harsh voice asked, breaking the stillness of the room.

The brush slipped from the blonde's hand as his gaze bolted up to stare in shock at the man standing in the doorway. His father looked furious, the air of hatred hanging off him in waves. Milliardo shivered, the fear creeping through his body.

"Father?" he whispered, his voice shaking.

"Why son? That's all I want to know, why? Why when you knew how wealthy and important we were? Why? Why? Why!"

The shivering turned violent as his child pulled his knees up to his chest, hugging them tightly. "I… This is just the way I am… I can't help but…"

"Liar! You chose to be this way! You chose to be gay cause you knew it would hurt the family! You ungrateful child! Everything I've done for you and this is how you repay me?" His father snapped, interrupting him.

The towering figure stalked into the room, his eyes burning in fury. Those harsh blue eyes racked down his son's body. "I should have realized it. Everyone else had some idea about it except for me. This ends here and now though, son. You hear me! You will change right now. You'll give up on this stupid little gay notion and get with some nice attractive girl. Do you understand?!"

"I… I…. I can't. This is who I am father. I don't care about women like that. I was going to tell you eventually. I was just too afraid and I guess I had a reason to be," the silver haired young man whispered.

The older individual frowned, before lowering his head and shaking it slowly. "Oh, Milliardo. I didn't want it to come to this, I really didn't. But I will not have a gay son. You understand that don't you?"

The figure on the bed stilled slightly, noting the calm in the man's voice yet fearful of what he might do. His father stepped over to him, setting one hand on the bed beside his son, before staring into his child's eyes.

"There is only one thing I can do. I have to stop your physical attraction to men," he stated firmly.

Confusion over the idea gave way to panic as his father shoved him down to the bed, straddling his waist.

"Father! What are you doing?" he asked in shock, pupils dilating quickly. He struggled to control his breathing, the terror rising has the man on top of him ripped the shirt from his chest.

"I'm doing this for you son. I'm doing this so you can be normal. I know it's wrong but I'm willing to do anything to help you see the truth," the man vowed as he crushed his lips to the scared blonde's, harshly scrapping the inside of his mouth to the point of bleeding. He racked his hands down his son's chest, digging fingernails into tender flesh.

Milliardo managed to pull away from his father's face, groaning at the pain that shot through his ravaged body. The figure above his dropped his mouth, biting into the nape of his neck.

"Stop it! Please, Father stop!" he pleaded, the tears spilling from his eyes and trailing down his cheeks. His assaulter ignored the cries, sinking teeth into random parts of the trapped individual's chest.

The sobs increased in volume and intensity as hands continued to draw lower. His eyes shot wide open as a hand slipped into the back of his pants and boxers, a loud gasp of terror following the action.

"No…. You can't… Please…" Milliardo murmured, trying desperately to pull air into his lungs.

"Don't you understand? This wouldn't happen if you were with a woman. You're the one that wants to be with men and therefore wanted this to occur," the man informed, his hand crawling further still. "You're the one who wanted this pain!" he snarled and with one sudden action thrust two fingers deep inside the young body.

Milliardo screamed, the stinging hurt ripping through him. The instinct to survive rushed over him in full force and he shoved his hands to his father's chest, sparks of blinding white energy pouring from his fingertips to strike the man. He grunted as the force of the attack flung him off the bed and hard against the wall, where he slumped to the floor motionless.

The blonde stumbled off the bed, sobbing and rocking his curled form in a steady rhythm. His mind struggled with little success to repress the violent act that had just transpired. The desire to flee from the room was overwhelming and he finally rose to his feet, still shaking rapidly. He took one last sweep of the room before his gaze landed on his father.

"You can't change something that's nature, father. I guess you'll never understand that though," he whispered, wiping the tears from his cheeks. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to halt the shivers.

"Well you won't have to worry about me anymore. As far as I'm concerned you no longer have a son."

With those final words spoken the blonde bolted from the room, leaving the 'safe' haven of his home forever.
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TBC….