Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Power Game ❯ Chapter 4

Title: Power Game Part 4

Author: Aya Maxwell

Pairings: 1+2

Warnings: Angst, Spoilers for Episode Zero



Part 4

I stared at him in complete shock. "What did you just say to me?" I asked, just to be sure I had heard him right.

He gave me an annoyed look and glared up at me. "What I said was... 'are you fucking someone else?'"

For some reason... that set me off. So basically Trowa, drunk or not thought he could fuck me with or without my permission, and now Heero was implying that I was fucking other people. Gee it is good to finally know that these people who I considered my friends think of me as some kind of whore.

I clenched my hands into fists and glared at him angrily.

"So what if I was." The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them, and as soon as they were... he was on his feet with one strong hand gripping the front of my shirt.

"What. Did. You. Just. Say." He ground out each word through clenched teeth.

"What I said was 'So what if I was.' It's none of your goddamn business who I fuck Yuy. Outside missions you barely talk to me unless you are screwing my brains out. I am not your personal whore. I can do what I want when I want, and I don't owe you not one fucking explanation. So piss off."

That was the wrong thing to say.

He punched me so hard I flew backwards into the wall. Great, that was just what I needed. First Trowa rapes me and now Heero beats me up. Dandy.

I stared up at him, and I saw that he was shaking with anger. I decided it was time to high tail it before he decided to hit me again. So I scrambled out of the room and ran like the weakling that I am. And guess what I did? Don't wanna guess? Fine. I went and took a shower. You know why? I still feel dirty.

So I locked the door.. And took a shower, and started to cry. I don't know why I was acting like this; I had been raped before. When I was a kid I was raped several times. I lived on the streets, and I guess men found a kid with long hair and purple eyes irresistible. I guess they still do.. Seven months ago an OZ soldier made me give him a blowjob and if it wasn't for some intervention on 'Friend Trowas' part, the guy would have done a lot more.

Friend Trowa.

Friend.

That's what it was. Before I met the other Gundam pilots I only had one friend. Solo. My best friend in the whole world at the time. We were tight, and we helped each other survive. We were going to be friends forever... but he died in my arms. Then there was Father Maxwell and Sister Helen, the only family I had ever known. Sister Helen was the one who taught me how to braid my hair.... Father Maxwell gave me my crucifix. They both died.

Solo and Maxwell Church. So I named myself Duo Maxwell to honor these people, and ever since then I was alone.

Now I have the other Gundam Pilots. Trowa, Quatre, Heero, and even Wufei. Comrades. Friends.

Until last night...FUCK... He killed everything, destroyed all that hope and trust just so he can stick his dick in me. FUCK. He ruined everything. I can never trust him again. FUCK. What am I gonna do?

Once I was out of the shower I hurried to my room, and tried not to look at the bed. I should have looked. Heero was sitting on it. Fuck. Just what I needed.

"What?" I did my best to imitate his cold toneless voice and failed miserably. I am man enough to admit that I am afraid of Heero Yuy and after what happened last night I was not prepared for a repeat performance with this guy.

"What the fuck happened to you?"

Flinching under his stare, I did my best to cover myself with the towel. "N... Nothing. Just some old bruises." I lied. It seemed as though I was going to be doing a lot of that.

He strode over to me in two steps and yanked the towel off. I got a little hysterical at that point and began squirming in his grip. "Heero, come on man let me go. Please. Just leave me alone."

He gripped me harder as he examined the bruises. I was beginning to lose it, fuck... I did not need to have a panic attack. I was breathing so hard that it felt as though my lungs would burst. "H.. Heero.. Please.... Let... Me Go." I gasped out tearfully. So very pathetic...

He stared at me hard and let go. "What did you think I was going to do to you?" I leaned against the wall and tried to cover myself. "I.. I don't know. Just go away. Please." He ignored my request and turned me forcibly so that I was facing him. "Who did that to you? Who touched you? Was it Trowa?"

Blinking at the angry and - dare I say possessive - look in his eyes, I opened my mouth to say something but no words came out. "It was - a.... It was an accident." I lied miserably.

He tightened his grip, those blue eyes flashing angrily. "How the fuck could all those bruises come from an accident." He demanded, snarling like some kind of wild beast.

In the back of my mind I was idling wondering how he could hit me one minute, then get all hot and bothered about anyone else roughing me up. I guess he was the only one who could smash my face in.....

I winced and bit back a whimper. "N... no, we were sparring and... Things got out of hand and... It's nothing Heero, please. It's nothing." He knew I was lying. I know he knew. Am I really that much of a bad liar? I guess so, because next thing I know he was out the door and storming downstairs to find the Latin pilot.

Fuck. Nothing is ever easy.



TBC