Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Retribution ❯ Chapter 14
[ 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: 3 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 306 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.31.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 306 | 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: *puts away reviewer voodoo doll* O.o play with ya? lol I love it! Heero was a girl in my head for a while and then....he wasn't. *snickers*
Chapter 14:
Bright lights.
Strict rectangular table.
May be good for a card game.
Hmm…..why does this feel more like a tea party than an interrogation?
Quatre looked passively from his end of a blue-grey table to the other. Leave it to his father to take it easy on him even after all he’d done.
Similar aquamarine eyes looked back at the young Arabian. Those eyes had seen far more years than the others but not even half of what those younger more expressive eyes had seen. “Quatre Rebarbra Winner, I expect a reasonable explanation as to why you called upon yourself to go gamboling off with the likes of those hoodlums.” The owner of the eyes spoke in calm even breaths.
Quatre took that as his father’s diplomatic way of saying ‘what the hell were you thinking when you left?!’ He gave the older man a slow blink. What could he tell his father? That he was tired of being pampered and spoiled because he was the youngest of twenty-nine female siblings. That he didn’t want the large Winner Corp that would go to him upon his father’s retirement or death, whichever came first. That he liked strategizing and stealing for a living. It was a lifestyle that suited him the best. “I needed a change, father.”
Mr. Winner snorted. “Most teens dye their hair if they want a change.”
Quatre returned the snort with his own. “I doubt I’d look good with a flaming red Mohawk.” He drawled. He watched carefully for the signs that he was pissing the older man off. It was so easy to do too. “I wanted to struggle for a change, work for what I needed to live for instead of having it given to me.” He elaborated.
“So you banned together with the colonies’ and earth’s most formidable outlaws to get what you wanted.”
“Yes.”
”You could’ve been killed.”
“Such is life, father. You take risks. You’re either killed or rewarded for your hardships. I’ve been rewarded thus far.”
“Well, this is where it stops Quatre. You’ve managed to dig your own grave. Not even my name can get you out of this situation. Are you happy?!”
“Deliriously so.” Quatre answered feeling a slow grin form on his face. He watched as his father’s face paled in shock. Yes, he’d planned this out. Getting into so much trouble that his father couldn’t help him, the family name couldn’t help. Now everything was falling into place.
“You could face execution.”
“Everyone dies.”
“Years in prison.”
“Not much will change.”
“You are a fool.”
“In your eyes, I am. But I am only my father’s son.”
****
Talim struggled through the cotton filled haze inside his head as consciousness grudgingly came back. He knew he was in a room for the most part….in a bed………what was that beeping?
Heavy lids lifted enough to provide a thin strip of vision. He wasn’t alone.
“I see you’re awake.”
“Tro…?”
“Yes, it’s me.””Wha’ hap’ned?”
“There was a raid on Mueller’s hideout. All of his items were seized and placed under custody of SOPA. However, Mueller has yet to be found.”
“Bas’ard…ran a’ay, huh?”
“Do you know where he went?”
“Nu-uh…”
“Are you sure?”
“Yup….why?”
“Nothing . It’s not important. You lost a lot of blood, you should rest.”
“M’kay…”
Trowa watched carefully as the teen fell back under peacefully. He didn’t feel guilty for what he’d done. He’d done the right thing…… //If this is true, why does my chest ache so much?// He asked himself rubbing at the pain at the center of his chest. He’d betrayed yet another family, yet another group of people that trusted him with their lives. You’re a bad man. //Yes, I am//
Silently, he left the room without looking back. It was too late to have regrets. What was done was done.
****
Wufei sat silently in the cell he shared with Sally. The woman had not wakened since they put her in there with him. To his distress, he felt a little worried about the woman. For all he knew she was a part of the SOPA as well.
He frowned thoughtfully rubbing at the sore spoke just at the base of his skull. The migraine he’d woken up to was all he needed to remember what had happened earlier. Betrayal lashed angrily at his insides wounding his pride as it did. He had trusted the blonde man as well as Hilde only to find that the two were wolves in sheep’s clothing. He’d seek vengeance as he always did.
The sound of the doors of the cell opening turned his attention away from the darkness of his thoughts.
Hilde stood in the door casually. She had changed out of the secretary business suit in favor of a pair of baggy black jeans and a fitted ruby red tank top. Her once bubbly vibrant eyes were dull. So this was the real thing, huh?
"Chang Wufei." She greeted.
Wufei gritted his teeth. Could he take her out before she could call for help? Hell, he didn't even know where he was in this compound.
"Where is Mueller, Wufei? I know you don't have any loyalties to the man. Tell us where he is and you'll get less time than intended."
"I don't know where that dishonorable cur is." Wufei spat angrily. He glared heatedly from his spot in the darkness. His black and white suit was ruined beyond repair having been torn and stained with enough blood to last forever.
"And I to believe this?"
"Why would I lie? I'm far more honorable than that." //Why would be like you// He added wordlessly. To his satisfaction, the young woman flinched ever so slightly.
"Then I'm sorry, we can't do anything for you."
"You've already done enough."
****
"How are we going to get them to talk...." Trieze mumbled. He paced the small confines of the cell a certain braided prisoner had been held in moments ago.
"They obviously don't know anything." Zech said watching the tawny haired man walk.
"Or they're just THAT loyal to them." Trieze mumbled in response.
"No one's that loyal, Trieze."
"We'll just have to see what Une's verdict is."
Zech nodded turning towards the compact box sitting on the other man's desk. He pressed a few buttons and the device flickered to life. A thin rod extended from within the box going up at least three feet before branching out at ninety degree angles on either side. The two branches then branched out again going upwards before repeating the process again coming together to form a square.
"Une." Trieze ordered.
A white screen flickered through the hollow box. As quickly as it was there, it was gone and replaced by a full color image of a woman with mahogany hair pulled back into two tight French braids pulled into a loop. Her icy blue eyes gazed out at the agents. "Yes?" She asked curtly.
"The raid was successful, Lady Une." Trieze began offering a formal bow. "However, Mueller escaped."
"Any casualties?”
“Three men are in intensive care. There were no casualties.”
Une nodded slowly. “And...”
“We were able to capture a few of Mueller’s men however they don’t know or claim no to know where he ran off to.”
“And you’ve tried to interrogate the information out of them?”
“Yes.”
“Their ages?”
“The youngest just turned seventeen.”
“Well....are there any family looking for these people?”
“One, Quatre Winner.”
Une’s eyes widened. “You have got to be kidding me.”
Trieze shook his head. “I wish I was.”
“Send them to L9.”
“Lady, one is a minor....”
“I am aware, Mr. Kushrenada. Send them to L9. Obviously, these boys have no appreciation for their own lives. We can teach them a lesson and get information out of them at the same time.”
“We could face come controversy. That hasn't been exercised in years.”
“We’re saving lives, remember that.”
“Yes, Lady.”
“Lady Une out.”
TBC.....
A/N: *cackles*
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: *puts away reviewer voodoo doll* O.o play with ya? lol I love it! Heero was a girl in my head for a while and then....he wasn't. *snickers*
Chapter 14:
Bright lights.
Strict rectangular table.
May be good for a card game.
Hmm…..why does this feel more like a tea party than an interrogation?
Quatre looked passively from his end of a blue-grey table to the other. Leave it to his father to take it easy on him even after all he’d done.
Similar aquamarine eyes looked back at the young Arabian. Those eyes had seen far more years than the others but not even half of what those younger more expressive eyes had seen. “Quatre Rebarbra Winner, I expect a reasonable explanation as to why you called upon yourself to go gamboling off with the likes of those hoodlums.” The owner of the eyes spoke in calm even breaths.
Quatre took that as his father’s diplomatic way of saying ‘what the hell were you thinking when you left?!’ He gave the older man a slow blink. What could he tell his father? That he was tired of being pampered and spoiled because he was the youngest of twenty-nine female siblings. That he didn’t want the large Winner Corp that would go to him upon his father’s retirement or death, whichever came first. That he liked strategizing and stealing for a living. It was a lifestyle that suited him the best. “I needed a change, father.”
Mr. Winner snorted. “Most teens dye their hair if they want a change.”
Quatre returned the snort with his own. “I doubt I’d look good with a flaming red Mohawk.” He drawled. He watched carefully for the signs that he was pissing the older man off. It was so easy to do too. “I wanted to struggle for a change, work for what I needed to live for instead of having it given to me.” He elaborated.
“So you banned together with the colonies’ and earth’s most formidable outlaws to get what you wanted.”
“Yes.”
”You could’ve been killed.”
“Such is life, father. You take risks. You’re either killed or rewarded for your hardships. I’ve been rewarded thus far.”
“Well, this is where it stops Quatre. You’ve managed to dig your own grave. Not even my name can get you out of this situation. Are you happy?!”
“Deliriously so.” Quatre answered feeling a slow grin form on his face. He watched as his father’s face paled in shock. Yes, he’d planned this out. Getting into so much trouble that his father couldn’t help him, the family name couldn’t help. Now everything was falling into place.
“You could face execution.”
“Everyone dies.”
“Years in prison.”
“Not much will change.”
“You are a fool.”
“In your eyes, I am. But I am only my father’s son.”
****
Talim struggled through the cotton filled haze inside his head as consciousness grudgingly came back. He knew he was in a room for the most part….in a bed………what was that beeping?
Heavy lids lifted enough to provide a thin strip of vision. He wasn’t alone.
“I see you’re awake.”
“Tro…?”
“Yes, it’s me.””Wha’ hap’ned?”
“There was a raid on Mueller’s hideout. All of his items were seized and placed under custody of SOPA. However, Mueller has yet to be found.”
“Bas’ard…ran a’ay, huh?”
“Do you know where he went?”
“Nu-uh…”
“Are you sure?”
“Yup….why?”
“Nothing . It’s not important. You lost a lot of blood, you should rest.”
“M’kay…”
Trowa watched carefully as the teen fell back under peacefully. He didn’t feel guilty for what he’d done. He’d done the right thing…… //If this is true, why does my chest ache so much?// He asked himself rubbing at the pain at the center of his chest. He’d betrayed yet another family, yet another group of people that trusted him with their lives. You’re a bad man. //Yes, I am//
Silently, he left the room without looking back. It was too late to have regrets. What was done was done.
****
Wufei sat silently in the cell he shared with Sally. The woman had not wakened since they put her in there with him. To his distress, he felt a little worried about the woman. For all he knew she was a part of the SOPA as well.
He frowned thoughtfully rubbing at the sore spoke just at the base of his skull. The migraine he’d woken up to was all he needed to remember what had happened earlier. Betrayal lashed angrily at his insides wounding his pride as it did. He had trusted the blonde man as well as Hilde only to find that the two were wolves in sheep’s clothing. He’d seek vengeance as he always did.
The sound of the doors of the cell opening turned his attention away from the darkness of his thoughts.
Hilde stood in the door casually. She had changed out of the secretary business suit in favor of a pair of baggy black jeans and a fitted ruby red tank top. Her once bubbly vibrant eyes were dull. So this was the real thing, huh?
"Chang Wufei." She greeted.
Wufei gritted his teeth. Could he take her out before she could call for help? Hell, he didn't even know where he was in this compound.
"Where is Mueller, Wufei? I know you don't have any loyalties to the man. Tell us where he is and you'll get less time than intended."
"I don't know where that dishonorable cur is." Wufei spat angrily. He glared heatedly from his spot in the darkness. His black and white suit was ruined beyond repair having been torn and stained with enough blood to last forever.
"And I to believe this?"
"Why would I lie? I'm far more honorable than that." //Why would be like you// He added wordlessly. To his satisfaction, the young woman flinched ever so slightly.
"Then I'm sorry, we can't do anything for you."
"You've already done enough."
****
"How are we going to get them to talk...." Trieze mumbled. He paced the small confines of the cell a certain braided prisoner had been held in moments ago.
"They obviously don't know anything." Zech said watching the tawny haired man walk.
"Or they're just THAT loyal to them." Trieze mumbled in response.
"No one's that loyal, Trieze."
"We'll just have to see what Une's verdict is."
Zech nodded turning towards the compact box sitting on the other man's desk. He pressed a few buttons and the device flickered to life. A thin rod extended from within the box going up at least three feet before branching out at ninety degree angles on either side. The two branches then branched out again going upwards before repeating the process again coming together to form a square.
"Une." Trieze ordered.
A white screen flickered through the hollow box. As quickly as it was there, it was gone and replaced by a full color image of a woman with mahogany hair pulled back into two tight French braids pulled into a loop. Her icy blue eyes gazed out at the agents. "Yes?" She asked curtly.
"The raid was successful, Lady Une." Trieze began offering a formal bow. "However, Mueller escaped."
"Any casualties?”
“Three men are in intensive care. There were no casualties.”
Une nodded slowly. “And...”
“We were able to capture a few of Mueller’s men however they don’t know or claim no to know where he ran off to.”
“And you’ve tried to interrogate the information out of them?”
“Yes.”
“Their ages?”
“The youngest just turned seventeen.”
“Well....are there any family looking for these people?”
“One, Quatre Winner.”
Une’s eyes widened. “You have got to be kidding me.”
Trieze shook his head. “I wish I was.”
“Send them to L9.”
“Lady, one is a minor....”
“I am aware, Mr. Kushrenada. Send them to L9. Obviously, these boys have no appreciation for their own lives. We can teach them a lesson and get information out of them at the same time.”
“We could face come controversy. That hasn't been exercised in years.”
“We’re saving lives, remember that.”
“Yes, Lady.”
“Lady Une out.”
TBC.....
A/N: *cackles*