Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Retribution ❯ Chapter 11
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Nita-sama 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.25.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 317 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.25.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 317 | Status: Completed
Title: Retribution
Genre: violence, abuse, mention of abuse, language, death (none of the guys….I don’t think), attempted/mentioned NCS, gore, graphic, supernatural, on-going-ness, crossdressing, lemons, and limes (for other parts), yaoi, yuri, politics, self insertions, angst, etc
Summary: Two groups of thieves find themselves drawn together through betrayal and lies.
Rating: R
Disclaimers: Give me a break. The friggin title isn’t even mine. Its ShadowKano (THANK YOU CHICA!!!). So how in the hell would you think that GW’s well created characters are mine? Yeah, you feel smart don’t ya? Just read the damn fic. :-P
Pairing: 1x1, 2x2, 3x3, 4x4, 5x5, 6x6…you get the idea…1x2/2x1, 3x4, 5x6(x13), Talim x Shai x (maybe a third bishie), SxN, HxR, 1xR (one sided)…..the guys are gonna sleep around until they get to their respective partners.
Scarletty: Here's another chapter just for you. Hope you get better. Hediki's first name will be revealed in the next chapter along with Heero's whereabouts. Maybe I'll get access to a computer today and update before I go to sleep tonight. Prom prepping awaits *cringes*. And what doesn't kill you does make you stronger. *swings double scythe and squeals*hands scythe to Duo* he'll put that to good use. *grins*
Chapter 11:
"Well, it could've been worse." Gypsy drawled. Their 'quarters' was a single room with ten beds lined on either side of the room. While the large number of beds didn't add any sense of being closed in, it lacked in the décor seen throughout the vicinity. The walls were off white and stained here and there from an obviously leaking pipe of some kind. The floor was covered by a worn thin layer of stained black carpet. The floor panel underneath creaked under even the most skilled feet.
“Bastard is cheap as hell.” Chef growled though he wasn’t truly upset. After all he’d slept in worse places. He moved, in what would normally be stealth but was ruined by creaks and moans of the floor, and sat on a bed in the corner of the room. Surprisingly, the bed was soft and comfortable.
“Can’t wait till we kill him.” Quatre mumbled taking a bed near the center of the wall. He crossed his long legs comfortably and took out a dagger. “He’s just asking for it.” He added absently as he began to pick under his nail with the dangerous object.
Talim snorted at the blonde’s comment before taking a bed near the corner by the door.
“Well, I see you’re not as reckless I you perceive yourself.” Chef observed. When the redhead teen raised an eyebrow, he elaborated. “You took the bed that gives you full view of the entire room and keeps your back guarded.”
“Why didn’t you take it?”
The taller man didn’t answer only crossing his arms gingerly resting his hook on his bicep. Talim shrugged at the silent dismissal crossing his hands behind his head.
“Well,” Sally said taking a bed opposite to Chef. “I hope our missions turn out to be more interesting.”
“My sentiments exactly.” Gypsy agreed taking the bed beside Chef. Naturally, Quazie followed behind the hazel eyed killer sitting obediently on the bed beside her.
Wufei, Zech and Serpent silently took their beds on the same wall as Talim. Wordlessly, with a silent agreement not to kill each other…yet, each assassin slowly went to sleep.
****
It was 1:30 am when Zech was jolted from his slumber at the sound of footsteps outside the room. He moved groggily against his covers. Once free of the irritating bedspread, he rolled gracefully out of bed. Quickly and silently, he moved across the room in completely darkness. His light feet made no sound as if the floors held their breath under the pressure of his body. The door, however, didn’t show that compassion. It creaked ever so lightly effectively earning the blonde man a dagger placed at his jugular.
“Where are you going?” Wufei whispered. His hot breath washed over the side of the taller man’s head.
Zech only swallowed once to get himself under control. He spoke calmly and professionally though his heart hammered in his throat. “I heard noises outside.” He reported. “I was going to investigate.”
”I will go with you.” Wufei stated removing the dagger slowly. “Lead the way.”
“Very well.”
The two moved in skilled silence out of the room. There was a narrow hallway in a cross shape. One could follow or turn down either hall and walk for hours in sustained darkness thanks to the lack of lights and windows.
“I don’t hear anything.” Wufei said carefully. He stood frozen listening, readying himself.
“Zech, my cover was blown, we’re moving early.” Zech and Wufei both jumped at the hissing staticky voice coming through the taller man’s intercom. Wufei had enough time to narrow his eyes dangerously before Zech moved forward giving the youth a clean knife chop to the neck.
Zech caught the boy carefully as he sagged. “Are they already on the move?”
“Yes, Mueller’s nowhere to be found and there’s some guys on their way now.”
“Okay, I’m moving out. Be careful.”
“Roger that.”
Zech killed his connection quickly and waited patiently. Within a few minutes, there was the flicker of lights and the sound of footsteps only he could hear. He flinched under the pale glare of a flashlight that turned the corner and instantly locked on him. Just like the flashlight, several other guns ranging from pistols to double barrel shot guns aimed at him. //A little overboard, people.// Zech thought but said nothing.
“S---“ One of the men started to speak, obviously a rookie. The look in Zech’s eyes shut him up. No words were to be spoken until after the mission.
Quickly and swiftly, Zech moved his hands signaling seven men to go into the room behind him. He signaled another two to take Wufei. As they moved, he made another sign for them to use gundanium handcuffs. Each man nodded and moved to comply without question.
****
Talim tossed restlessly in bed. He could feel eyes on him, feel people drawing closer to him. Unfortunately, the dream/flashback he was caught in refused to let him go.
He was handcuffed to The Bed again with nothing on other than a cock ring and choker of pooka-shells. Over him, was some nameless man using him as many had done before. No matter what he did, he couldn’t get free. He was helpless and there was nothing he could do.
A whimper escaped the distressed teen as he fought against the dream.
“What the fuck!”
Talim froze at the shout trembling only for a brief second before his eyes snapped open. Just like the dream, a dark ominous presence was hovering over him. Without thinking or realizing he was awake, he lashed out hitting the figure in the throat and twisting. The force of the blow was enough to send whoever it was’s adams-apple to the back of their throat. The figure reeled back grabbing at his neck.
Quickly Talim rolled out of the bed and pressed his back to the wall.
Across the room Chef was grappling with three people. His hook glistened with blood obviously from the person sprawled on the floor.
Quatre was handcuffed. Strange enough Trowa stood behind him not helping at all. From the betrayed look on the blonde’s face there was something they missed.
“What the he-“ Talim started to say only to be cut off as the butt of someone’s gun collided with his temple. He slumped noiselessly to the floor. Vaguely he felt someone pulling his injured arm causing his stitches to tear wide open.
“You fucking traitor.” Quatre hissed angrily. He glared at the taller youth over his shoulder. Trowa didn’t answer. He wished it could’ve been different but there was no other way. He didn’t spend four years undercover to just throw it away. He had a family to get back to. Surely, Seeing Catherine would be enough to soothe his guilt.
“I have my reasons.” Trowa said simply. //I would be rotting in a cell with the rest of them if I hadn’t taken this offer. You’ll do the same.// He thought.
Quatre did nothing but sneer more at the green eyed teen.
“You have a right to remain silent. Any and Everything you say could be used against you-“
“Don’t give me that old Miranda rights bullshit! That shit stop having any meaning back in the 21st century!” The young Arabian interrupted. Trowa left it at that forcefully moving the teen towards the door. Behind them, Chef, Gypsy, Quazie, and the others began to fight.
TBC......
A/N: Did you see that coming? I didn't and I'm the one writing this. *grins* review!! I want to update!!!
Genre: violence, abuse, mention of abuse, language, death (none of the guys….I don’t think), attempted/mentioned NCS, gore, graphic, supernatural, on-going-ness, crossdressing, lemons, and limes (for other parts), yaoi, yuri, politics, self insertions, angst, etc
Summary: Two groups of thieves find themselves drawn together through betrayal and lies.
Rating: R
Disclaimers: Give me a break. The friggin title isn’t even mine. Its ShadowKano (THANK YOU CHICA!!!). So how in the hell would you think that GW’s well created characters are mine? Yeah, you feel smart don’t ya? Just read the damn fic. :-P
Pairing: 1x1, 2x2, 3x3, 4x4, 5x5, 6x6…you get the idea…1x2/2x1, 3x4, 5x6(x13), Talim x Shai x (maybe a third bishie), SxN, HxR, 1xR (one sided)…..the guys are gonna sleep around until they get to their respective partners.
Scarletty: Here's another chapter just for you. Hope you get better. Hediki's first name will be revealed in the next chapter along with Heero's whereabouts. Maybe I'll get access to a computer today and update before I go to sleep tonight. Prom prepping awaits *cringes*. And what doesn't kill you does make you stronger. *swings double scythe and squeals*hands scythe to Duo* he'll put that to good use. *grins*
Chapter 11:
"Well, it could've been worse." Gypsy drawled. Their 'quarters' was a single room with ten beds lined on either side of the room. While the large number of beds didn't add any sense of being closed in, it lacked in the décor seen throughout the vicinity. The walls were off white and stained here and there from an obviously leaking pipe of some kind. The floor was covered by a worn thin layer of stained black carpet. The floor panel underneath creaked under even the most skilled feet.
“Bastard is cheap as hell.” Chef growled though he wasn’t truly upset. After all he’d slept in worse places. He moved, in what would normally be stealth but was ruined by creaks and moans of the floor, and sat on a bed in the corner of the room. Surprisingly, the bed was soft and comfortable.
“Can’t wait till we kill him.” Quatre mumbled taking a bed near the center of the wall. He crossed his long legs comfortably and took out a dagger. “He’s just asking for it.” He added absently as he began to pick under his nail with the dangerous object.
Talim snorted at the blonde’s comment before taking a bed near the corner by the door.
“Well, I see you’re not as reckless I you perceive yourself.” Chef observed. When the redhead teen raised an eyebrow, he elaborated. “You took the bed that gives you full view of the entire room and keeps your back guarded.”
“Why didn’t you take it?”
The taller man didn’t answer only crossing his arms gingerly resting his hook on his bicep. Talim shrugged at the silent dismissal crossing his hands behind his head.
“Well,” Sally said taking a bed opposite to Chef. “I hope our missions turn out to be more interesting.”
“My sentiments exactly.” Gypsy agreed taking the bed beside Chef. Naturally, Quazie followed behind the hazel eyed killer sitting obediently on the bed beside her.
Wufei, Zech and Serpent silently took their beds on the same wall as Talim. Wordlessly, with a silent agreement not to kill each other…yet, each assassin slowly went to sleep.
****
It was 1:30 am when Zech was jolted from his slumber at the sound of footsteps outside the room. He moved groggily against his covers. Once free of the irritating bedspread, he rolled gracefully out of bed. Quickly and silently, he moved across the room in completely darkness. His light feet made no sound as if the floors held their breath under the pressure of his body. The door, however, didn’t show that compassion. It creaked ever so lightly effectively earning the blonde man a dagger placed at his jugular.
“Where are you going?” Wufei whispered. His hot breath washed over the side of the taller man’s head.
Zech only swallowed once to get himself under control. He spoke calmly and professionally though his heart hammered in his throat. “I heard noises outside.” He reported. “I was going to investigate.”
”I will go with you.” Wufei stated removing the dagger slowly. “Lead the way.”
“Very well.”
The two moved in skilled silence out of the room. There was a narrow hallway in a cross shape. One could follow or turn down either hall and walk for hours in sustained darkness thanks to the lack of lights and windows.
“I don’t hear anything.” Wufei said carefully. He stood frozen listening, readying himself.
“Zech, my cover was blown, we’re moving early.” Zech and Wufei both jumped at the hissing staticky voice coming through the taller man’s intercom. Wufei had enough time to narrow his eyes dangerously before Zech moved forward giving the youth a clean knife chop to the neck.
Zech caught the boy carefully as he sagged. “Are they already on the move?”
“Yes, Mueller’s nowhere to be found and there’s some guys on their way now.”
“Okay, I’m moving out. Be careful.”
“Roger that.”
Zech killed his connection quickly and waited patiently. Within a few minutes, there was the flicker of lights and the sound of footsteps only he could hear. He flinched under the pale glare of a flashlight that turned the corner and instantly locked on him. Just like the flashlight, several other guns ranging from pistols to double barrel shot guns aimed at him. //A little overboard, people.// Zech thought but said nothing.
“S---“ One of the men started to speak, obviously a rookie. The look in Zech’s eyes shut him up. No words were to be spoken until after the mission.
Quickly and swiftly, Zech moved his hands signaling seven men to go into the room behind him. He signaled another two to take Wufei. As they moved, he made another sign for them to use gundanium handcuffs. Each man nodded and moved to comply without question.
****
Talim tossed restlessly in bed. He could feel eyes on him, feel people drawing closer to him. Unfortunately, the dream/flashback he was caught in refused to let him go.
He was handcuffed to The Bed again with nothing on other than a cock ring and choker of pooka-shells. Over him, was some nameless man using him as many had done before. No matter what he did, he couldn’t get free. He was helpless and there was nothing he could do.
A whimper escaped the distressed teen as he fought against the dream.
“What the fuck!”
Talim froze at the shout trembling only for a brief second before his eyes snapped open. Just like the dream, a dark ominous presence was hovering over him. Without thinking or realizing he was awake, he lashed out hitting the figure in the throat and twisting. The force of the blow was enough to send whoever it was’s adams-apple to the back of their throat. The figure reeled back grabbing at his neck.
Quickly Talim rolled out of the bed and pressed his back to the wall.
Across the room Chef was grappling with three people. His hook glistened with blood obviously from the person sprawled on the floor.
Quatre was handcuffed. Strange enough Trowa stood behind him not helping at all. From the betrayed look on the blonde’s face there was something they missed.
“What the he-“ Talim started to say only to be cut off as the butt of someone’s gun collided with his temple. He slumped noiselessly to the floor. Vaguely he felt someone pulling his injured arm causing his stitches to tear wide open.
“You fucking traitor.” Quatre hissed angrily. He glared at the taller youth over his shoulder. Trowa didn’t answer. He wished it could’ve been different but there was no other way. He didn’t spend four years undercover to just throw it away. He had a family to get back to. Surely, Seeing Catherine would be enough to soothe his guilt.
“I have my reasons.” Trowa said simply. //I would be rotting in a cell with the rest of them if I hadn’t taken this offer. You’ll do the same.// He thought.
Quatre did nothing but sneer more at the green eyed teen.
“You have a right to remain silent. Any and Everything you say could be used against you-“
“Don’t give me that old Miranda rights bullshit! That shit stop having any meaning back in the 21st century!” The young Arabian interrupted. Trowa left it at that forcefully moving the teen towards the door. Behind them, Chef, Gypsy, Quazie, and the others began to fight.
TBC......
A/N: Did you see that coming? I didn't and I'm the one writing this. *grins* review!! I want to update!!!