Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Retribution ❯ Chapter 13
[ 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: 05.31.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 311 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.31.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 311 | 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.
Rose Fury: Exactly!! Actually it was Shadow's idea to hold Hediki's identity until later on. I was only gonna hold it up for two chapters at the most but meh, it worked out all the same. I like surprising people. Remember when Tally called Hediki 'Hee-babe'? There are also some feature descriptions that are Heero's but why point them out if no one picked up on them? Anywho, here's another chapter all because you reviewed!!
Chapter 13:
It had been snowing…….a very rare feat on L2 thanks to the lack of water and the fact that it was a colony.
You always read about how snow always made things seem so much more innocent and made people stop taking things for granted. Not on L2….
Bodies were turning up here and there forever frozen by death and temperatures below zero. Rape victims, druggies, gang members, you name it. They had all succumbed to the biting ache of winter. Some of them might have even survived but that would be too much of a miracle.
Miracles just didn’t happen, couldn’t happen for this colony or so that was the conclusion young Duo Maxwell had come up with. There was no salvation away from the ache of starvation and frostbite. It was a dog eat dog world he’d been born into and he was barely a pup. If it wasn’t for his caretaker, he’d be pimped out and buried before his sixth birthday. Not that living with the old drunkard was any better.
He was a veteran from some war twenty odd years ago. Had lost his eye and arm along with his family and compassion. If he had a real name Duo never found out about it. The only name the man would tolerate as ‘Sir’.
‘Yes, Sir’
‘No, Sir’
“Right away, Sir’
Was this what boot camp felt like in the 20th century?
“Duo, there’s some ice where the old lake used to be….go get some. It should last us a while.”
“Yes, Sir.” Duo answered grabbing up his meager winter clothes. He grimaced as he found yet another hole in his socks and an even bigger one in his shoe. He wouldn’t dare complain about it. Sir would have a field day with his scrawny hide.
He scampered out of the house within five minutes of his given mission. The cold was biting and stole his breath as soon as it whipped about his face. He pressed on. Failing a mission would result in Sir getting upset.
By time he reached the old lake, his nose was red and running. His skin ached from small bits of sweat freezing in his pores. His toes were numb and his joints hurt all over. But they needed water.
The lake had a great deal of water, more than it had all year given that it was filled to an eight of its full capacity. Was it ever truly full before?
Duo climbed quickly under the fence closing off the lake from everything else. He walked slowly to the edge squinting down the depth of the crater. How would he get down there?
“Hey kid!”
Duo turned only to have a snowball collide with his face. The ice stung his face. He recoiled quickly only to find that his footing was lacking drastically. He fell backwards, eyes wide and staring into mirroring shocked eyes. He tumbled and rolled blacking out from the impact of his head against the concrete lining of the lack until he came to rest on something hard and cold.
He didn’t move for some time, only listening to the desperate sounds of his heartbeat. His head hurt. His skin hurt. Everything hurt and the world spun when he moved.
“Kid, wake up, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. It was an accident. Something I always wanted to do ya know? Wake up, they’ll be closing off the lake soon. You’ll be stuck down here. Come on kid.”
Duo groaned as he was stirred by restless hands. Shakily, he raised himself onto his hands and knees and looked to the presence beside him. Worried sea green eyes stared worriedly into his.
“Come on. We don’t have much time.”
”Ice…I have to get the ice.”
The stranger shook his head. His messy blonde hair fell into his eyes as he did. “We don’t have time for that. Plus the ice is like five inches thick.”
“But…”
“Come on.”
Duo followed grudgingly. No ice meant Sir would be angry. He didn’t want Sir to be angry with him but wouldn’t he be angrier if he got stuck in a crater? He moved quickly behind the young stranger. “Wait, what’s your name?” He asked.
“Solo.”
“I’m Duo.”
“Aren’t we two birds of a feather? Hurry.” Solo turned and stuck his foot in a hole place conveniently low. He pushed up and stretched to grab for another hole placed a little too high for himself. He paused and offered Duo his hand. “This is a little high, c’mon, I’ll help you up.”
Duo took his hand. Solo lifted him carefully but effortlessly over his head. Somehow, they’re hands slipped sending Duo tumbling again. At least he didn’t hit his head again. He stood to go try again only to hear a distinct crack. Slowly, he looked down to see that the ice that he was standing on was beginning to give way.
“You’re on a thin patch, kid, move!” Solo shouted.
Duo moved to comply but it was too late. The crack moved deeper and wider faster than his muscles could bunch. In an instant the ice gave way.
Duo jolted from the memory at the feel of icy cold water pouring over his head. He gasped and flinched away from the liquid only to find that he couldn’t go anywhere. Instead, he was left shivering violently and blinking blurrily around him.
“Glad to see that you’ve joined the living once again, Mr. Maxwell.” Someone greeted him.
Duo blinked away the haze of the memory quickly and looked towards the man. He was five-six with broad shoulders and an aristocratic air about him. He had slightly narrow blue eyes, strong angular features, and tawny hair sleeked back out of his face.
“Now as you know, you’ve been taken into SOPA custody and obviously have some charges bought against you. Would you like to know what they are?”
Duo kept quiet.
“Glad to find out you’re so enthused about this. My name is Trieze Kushrenada by the way.” Trieze moved around so that Duo didn’t have to turn his head to look at him. The braided teen watched the older man’s movements carefully ignoring the pain the rocketed through his skull as he did. “You have been bought on charges for exporting and importing gundanium alloy, sixty counts of murder, and acting as an accessory.”
Duo blinked at most of the charges. How did you get charged for stealing from the bad guy? And where did all those murder counts come from. He’d only killed three people since he started conning Mueller.
“You could be facing up to ninety-two years in L9’s prison. However, you can get out of a majority of this time if you give us the whereabouts of Mueller.”
So the rat had skipped out on them after all. The bastard.
“You’ll only face ten years, reasonable, ne? You-what?- nineteen? You’ll be twenty one when you get probation and twenty-nine when you go scotch free.” Trieze continued to coax. “Tell me where he is.”
No answer.
Trieze blinked slowly. His calm diplomatic persona turned grim. “If you don’t tell me, we have other ways of making you talk.”
Nothing, not even a twitch.
With a sigh, the tawny haired man snapped his fingers. Two men came in-one carrying a large bucket of water and the other with nothing in hand. Duo watched them carefully.
“Give the word and I’ll tell them to stop.” Trieze stated calmly. With that, he went to stand off to the side.
The two men went to work setting up the equipment. The first placed the large bucket of water before Duo. It was filled to the brim with at least ten gallons of water and the guy had carried it without a struggle.
Trieze must’ve seen the amazed look in Duo’s face. “These men are inmates of the infamous L9. The colony is rigged specially to be able to control the gravity within it. These men have had to go through life in up to 10G at month’s intervals. They opted out though settling to do some field work in exchange for prison time.” He trailed off in his speech watching as the other man took his place behind Duo.
Duo tensed as the man behind him placed his hands on either of his shoulders. He could feel the strength behind them as they flexed. A thrill of fear ran up his back-something he wasn’t used to feeling since his childhood.
“Begin.” Trieze ordered.
Duo didn’t have time to protest against the sudden movement of the man. He was doubled over, face dunked into the water completely. His hamstrings protested the movement but he even with leverage he couldn’t push back. He thrashed anyways fighting to hold his breath.
He was pulled up just as his vision began to blur around the edges. He gasped loudly drinking in air greedily only to be pushed back down.
For hours this form of torture went on until Duo could no longer hold his breath or fight anymore. Somewhere along the line, he lost consciousness. When he came to, he was in his cell alone and in complete darkness.
****
Zech watched calmly down the corridors of HQ. It had been a long mission and the satisfaction of it being over was sorely misplaced. Something didn’t feel right. He pushed the feeling to the side as he neared the cell he’d been looking for.
“Where is he?!”
“….”
“Where is he?!”
“….”
“You son of a-“
Grunts could be heard within the cell. Zech frowned. That type of torture was banned over thirty years ago. Silently, he pushed the door opened.
Heero stood chained to the opposite wall from the entrance. The tank top he’d come in was torn and bloodied. His face was swollen and bruised along with other parts of his body.
“This can end real quick if you tell us what we want to know.” One of the guards sneered leaning in close to the teen’s face.
Heero only glared with one eyes-the other was swollen-and remained stubbornly silent. This only served to irk the guard further. The man reared his fist back preparing for another blow.
“I wouldn’t lay another hand on him again. He can already have you arrested for cruel and unusual punishment.” Zech drawled. It was stupid to use the old amendments but effective. Cruel and unusual could range between many things-beating was definitely one of them.
The guard turned with an expression similar to one of a deer caught in the headlights. “Uh…Zech, sir.” He said saluting clumsily. The other guard present followed his example quickly.
“Get out.” Zech barked. He didn’t have to repeat himself or wait long. Both guards left in a hurry tripping over each other in the process. Alone with the youth, he stepped closer. “I apologize for their lack of hospitality.”
Heero said nothing.
“Your friend….Talim, was it? He almost bled to death, you know. Seems like a few guards looked over his condition purposely. Luckily, one of the higher ups came around to have a little look around the cells at the prisoners. He’s in the infirmary.”
If Heero had tensed, Zech hadn’t noticed but he did note the way the youth’s shoulders sagged at the information.
“Now, this is the only question I’ll ask you. Where is Mueller?”
TBC......
A/N: Can't have a GW fic without the guys being interrogated, ne?
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.
Rose Fury: Exactly!! Actually it was Shadow's idea to hold Hediki's identity until later on. I was only gonna hold it up for two chapters at the most but meh, it worked out all the same. I like surprising people. Remember when Tally called Hediki 'Hee-babe'? There are also some feature descriptions that are Heero's but why point them out if no one picked up on them? Anywho, here's another chapter all because you reviewed!!
Chapter 13:
It had been snowing…….a very rare feat on L2 thanks to the lack of water and the fact that it was a colony.
You always read about how snow always made things seem so much more innocent and made people stop taking things for granted. Not on L2….
Bodies were turning up here and there forever frozen by death and temperatures below zero. Rape victims, druggies, gang members, you name it. They had all succumbed to the biting ache of winter. Some of them might have even survived but that would be too much of a miracle.
Miracles just didn’t happen, couldn’t happen for this colony or so that was the conclusion young Duo Maxwell had come up with. There was no salvation away from the ache of starvation and frostbite. It was a dog eat dog world he’d been born into and he was barely a pup. If it wasn’t for his caretaker, he’d be pimped out and buried before his sixth birthday. Not that living with the old drunkard was any better.
He was a veteran from some war twenty odd years ago. Had lost his eye and arm along with his family and compassion. If he had a real name Duo never found out about it. The only name the man would tolerate as ‘Sir’.
‘Yes, Sir’
‘No, Sir’
“Right away, Sir’
Was this what boot camp felt like in the 20th century?
“Duo, there’s some ice where the old lake used to be….go get some. It should last us a while.”
“Yes, Sir.” Duo answered grabbing up his meager winter clothes. He grimaced as he found yet another hole in his socks and an even bigger one in his shoe. He wouldn’t dare complain about it. Sir would have a field day with his scrawny hide.
He scampered out of the house within five minutes of his given mission. The cold was biting and stole his breath as soon as it whipped about his face. He pressed on. Failing a mission would result in Sir getting upset.
By time he reached the old lake, his nose was red and running. His skin ached from small bits of sweat freezing in his pores. His toes were numb and his joints hurt all over. But they needed water.
The lake had a great deal of water, more than it had all year given that it was filled to an eight of its full capacity. Was it ever truly full before?
Duo climbed quickly under the fence closing off the lake from everything else. He walked slowly to the edge squinting down the depth of the crater. How would he get down there?
“Hey kid!”
Duo turned only to have a snowball collide with his face. The ice stung his face. He recoiled quickly only to find that his footing was lacking drastically. He fell backwards, eyes wide and staring into mirroring shocked eyes. He tumbled and rolled blacking out from the impact of his head against the concrete lining of the lack until he came to rest on something hard and cold.
He didn’t move for some time, only listening to the desperate sounds of his heartbeat. His head hurt. His skin hurt. Everything hurt and the world spun when he moved.
“Kid, wake up, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. It was an accident. Something I always wanted to do ya know? Wake up, they’ll be closing off the lake soon. You’ll be stuck down here. Come on kid.”
Duo groaned as he was stirred by restless hands. Shakily, he raised himself onto his hands and knees and looked to the presence beside him. Worried sea green eyes stared worriedly into his.
“Come on. We don’t have much time.”
”Ice…I have to get the ice.”
The stranger shook his head. His messy blonde hair fell into his eyes as he did. “We don’t have time for that. Plus the ice is like five inches thick.”
“But…”
“Come on.”
Duo followed grudgingly. No ice meant Sir would be angry. He didn’t want Sir to be angry with him but wouldn’t he be angrier if he got stuck in a crater? He moved quickly behind the young stranger. “Wait, what’s your name?” He asked.
“Solo.”
“I’m Duo.”
“Aren’t we two birds of a feather? Hurry.” Solo turned and stuck his foot in a hole place conveniently low. He pushed up and stretched to grab for another hole placed a little too high for himself. He paused and offered Duo his hand. “This is a little high, c’mon, I’ll help you up.”
Duo took his hand. Solo lifted him carefully but effortlessly over his head. Somehow, they’re hands slipped sending Duo tumbling again. At least he didn’t hit his head again. He stood to go try again only to hear a distinct crack. Slowly, he looked down to see that the ice that he was standing on was beginning to give way.
“You’re on a thin patch, kid, move!” Solo shouted.
Duo moved to comply but it was too late. The crack moved deeper and wider faster than his muscles could bunch. In an instant the ice gave way.
Duo jolted from the memory at the feel of icy cold water pouring over his head. He gasped and flinched away from the liquid only to find that he couldn’t go anywhere. Instead, he was left shivering violently and blinking blurrily around him.
“Glad to see that you’ve joined the living once again, Mr. Maxwell.” Someone greeted him.
Duo blinked away the haze of the memory quickly and looked towards the man. He was five-six with broad shoulders and an aristocratic air about him. He had slightly narrow blue eyes, strong angular features, and tawny hair sleeked back out of his face.
“Now as you know, you’ve been taken into SOPA custody and obviously have some charges bought against you. Would you like to know what they are?”
Duo kept quiet.
“Glad to find out you’re so enthused about this. My name is Trieze Kushrenada by the way.” Trieze moved around so that Duo didn’t have to turn his head to look at him. The braided teen watched the older man’s movements carefully ignoring the pain the rocketed through his skull as he did. “You have been bought on charges for exporting and importing gundanium alloy, sixty counts of murder, and acting as an accessory.”
Duo blinked at most of the charges. How did you get charged for stealing from the bad guy? And where did all those murder counts come from. He’d only killed three people since he started conning Mueller.
“You could be facing up to ninety-two years in L9’s prison. However, you can get out of a majority of this time if you give us the whereabouts of Mueller.”
So the rat had skipped out on them after all. The bastard.
“You’ll only face ten years, reasonable, ne? You-what?- nineteen? You’ll be twenty one when you get probation and twenty-nine when you go scotch free.” Trieze continued to coax. “Tell me where he is.”
No answer.
Trieze blinked slowly. His calm diplomatic persona turned grim. “If you don’t tell me, we have other ways of making you talk.”
Nothing, not even a twitch.
With a sigh, the tawny haired man snapped his fingers. Two men came in-one carrying a large bucket of water and the other with nothing in hand. Duo watched them carefully.
“Give the word and I’ll tell them to stop.” Trieze stated calmly. With that, he went to stand off to the side.
The two men went to work setting up the equipment. The first placed the large bucket of water before Duo. It was filled to the brim with at least ten gallons of water and the guy had carried it without a struggle.
Trieze must’ve seen the amazed look in Duo’s face. “These men are inmates of the infamous L9. The colony is rigged specially to be able to control the gravity within it. These men have had to go through life in up to 10G at month’s intervals. They opted out though settling to do some field work in exchange for prison time.” He trailed off in his speech watching as the other man took his place behind Duo.
Duo tensed as the man behind him placed his hands on either of his shoulders. He could feel the strength behind them as they flexed. A thrill of fear ran up his back-something he wasn’t used to feeling since his childhood.
“Begin.” Trieze ordered.
Duo didn’t have time to protest against the sudden movement of the man. He was doubled over, face dunked into the water completely. His hamstrings protested the movement but he even with leverage he couldn’t push back. He thrashed anyways fighting to hold his breath.
He was pulled up just as his vision began to blur around the edges. He gasped loudly drinking in air greedily only to be pushed back down.
For hours this form of torture went on until Duo could no longer hold his breath or fight anymore. Somewhere along the line, he lost consciousness. When he came to, he was in his cell alone and in complete darkness.
****
Zech watched calmly down the corridors of HQ. It had been a long mission and the satisfaction of it being over was sorely misplaced. Something didn’t feel right. He pushed the feeling to the side as he neared the cell he’d been looking for.
“Where is he?!”
“….”
“Where is he?!”
“….”
“You son of a-“
Grunts could be heard within the cell. Zech frowned. That type of torture was banned over thirty years ago. Silently, he pushed the door opened.
Heero stood chained to the opposite wall from the entrance. The tank top he’d come in was torn and bloodied. His face was swollen and bruised along with other parts of his body.
“This can end real quick if you tell us what we want to know.” One of the guards sneered leaning in close to the teen’s face.
Heero only glared with one eyes-the other was swollen-and remained stubbornly silent. This only served to irk the guard further. The man reared his fist back preparing for another blow.
“I wouldn’t lay another hand on him again. He can already have you arrested for cruel and unusual punishment.” Zech drawled. It was stupid to use the old amendments but effective. Cruel and unusual could range between many things-beating was definitely one of them.
The guard turned with an expression similar to one of a deer caught in the headlights. “Uh…Zech, sir.” He said saluting clumsily. The other guard present followed his example quickly.
“Get out.” Zech barked. He didn’t have to repeat himself or wait long. Both guards left in a hurry tripping over each other in the process. Alone with the youth, he stepped closer. “I apologize for their lack of hospitality.”
Heero said nothing.
“Your friend….Talim, was it? He almost bled to death, you know. Seems like a few guards looked over his condition purposely. Luckily, one of the higher ups came around to have a little look around the cells at the prisoners. He’s in the infirmary.”
If Heero had tensed, Zech hadn’t noticed but he did note the way the youth’s shoulders sagged at the information.
“Now, this is the only question I’ll ask you. Where is Mueller?”
TBC......
A/N: Can't have a GW fic without the guys being interrogated, ne?