Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Retribution ❯ Chapter 15
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By: Nita-sama 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.01.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 299 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.01.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 299 | 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: Yeah, someone has to be the bitch in this fic. It might as well be Une, ne? Yeah, I always manage to almost kill Tally. Don't know why. It's just convenient. *laughs at Talim as his face starts to turn blue from cuddling* Gypsy will turn up....somewhere. *puts away voodoo doll* I don't know what you're talking about. lol. Thank you for the super long review. Love it!!
Rose Fury: Yeah, Une is a psycho. But she provides for the plot when I need her to. Thank you for the review.
Chapter 15:
Lucrezia Noin here here reporting live from the Supreme Court of the Earth and Colonial sphere where a group of young mean are awaiting the verdict of thier trial.
Duo Maxwell
Chang Wufei
Talim Isogowa
Gypsianna Rodriguez
Chef
Quazie
Serpent
And an eighth member whose name has yet to be released are were all found at a notorious gundanium alloy export and are suspected to be in alliance with Malicious Mueller, one of the most wanted exporters in the ring. Mueller is still at large, however, it is suspected that one, maybe all, of these young outlaws know where he is.
At this very moment nine Supreme Earth and Colonial Sphere Justices are deliberating over this case. "Death is not an option in this sentencing" says head of SOPA, Lady Une. "These boys have no appreciation for their own lives. A sentence less than death will serve to teach these boys a lesson."
Oh and here comes one of the justices now. G, what can you tell us about what going on in this very room.
"I am not at liberty to say until the verdict is final. We are still short two votes so the verdict could go either way."
Oh...very well, be sure to let us know
"I will."
Well there you have it folks. The justices are deliberating as we speak. Who knows how long this may take--
"Who fucking knows?! I do bitch!" The angry words filled the quietness of the cell the hologram television had been playing in. Violet glittered from the darkness that now shrouded the small space.
It had been only a few hours. Serial killers got more deliberation than they had gotten.
"This is a bunch bullshit!" Duo shouted. He stalked silently perfectly one with the darkness around him. "Four fucking hours to sign our fucking lives away!" He kicked out with all his strength where he knew his strictly styled bed would be. The metal scratched noisily creating sparks momentarily illuminating the angry figure's path.
The lightweight frame flew crashing against the far wall no doubt in ruins. Didn't matter. They were being shipped off within the week. To L9 for the rest of their youthful lives.
"Prisoner 241556-95-655545-0002."
"Aw, just call me 002, you've known me long enough." Duo quipped jokingly. However the tone in his voice only served to a chill up the spine of the two security guards.
"Its time for you to go...." One of the braver ones reported.
Duo grinned pearly whites glinted dangerously in the blackness of his cell. No light, no sound...but they could supply them with a TV. to watch their lives being thrown away. He wanted to live life to fullest not end up like..........
//You listen up, boy. I made my grave. Seventy two years worth of my death has been poured into this house. I don't have no regrets 'cos I lived enough in my younger years. You just make sure you don't do what I did. This shit might sound righteous but its a load of bullshit. Live life all the way down to the last fucking minute. You understand me boy?//
"Yes, Sir." Duo mumbled. Bravely, he stepped towards the guards reveling in the way they flinched back. He'd find a way out of this....somehow.
*
The ride to L9 came in the form of a Preventer's shuttle craft located in a badly lit shuttle hold area.
"So this is the end..." Duo sighed heavily. Sure he wasn't going to die but there was no way he could live life to the fullest. None that he could see anyways.
Their feet echoed against the hard grey cement floor of the area setting a rhythmic grim beat. //Kind of like my own death percussion// Duo thought grimly. As they made their way further into the room, more footsteps could be heard adding to the echoing taps. Soon the other recently condemned, both known and unknown to Duo, came into view. One of the condemned in particular set his rage aflame.
Heero Yuy
"You look pretty good." Duo sneered eying the teen's blackened eye and still swollen jaw. Other bruises could be seen under the prison uniform they all had to wear, a neon orange one-piece of 21st century shit. Heero had his rolled down and tied around the waist leaving his torso only clad in a simple white tank top. Discoloration could be seen all down his arms and one that peeked from under the tank top. But still he looked just as strong and determined as before. The fact made the braided American that much more angry.
Across from Heero was Wufei. His uniform was also customized having the sleeves ripped off leaving a jagged edge. The guards had obviously refused to provide him a hair tie being that his hair was hanging down to his shoulders. Other than some paleness, he was left pretty much unscathed by their wonderful hosts.
Duo clenched his teeth. First the Chinese teen had lost his wife and now he was losing his freedom...all because of him. And what did he give him in return? More grief and trouble to add onto things.
The need to apologize weighed on his tongue. Before he could say anything, Wufei spoke.
"I don't blame you for anything, Maxwell, so don't you dare apologize." That simple sentence was enough. Duo nodded as did Wufei.
"Hol' on...slow down guys....I don't feel so good."
Heero looked up at the sound of the familiar voice. Talim along with two other guards appeared. The redhead grinned mischievously at the group. The top of his uniform was completely cut off and held up by a makeshift rope of black material taken from somewhere. His wounded arm was placed in a sling across his chest wrapped in black bandages.
"Look, they gave me my favorite color." He said proudly.
"So I guess this is the last time we see this colony." Gypsy's voice sounded. She and Quazie walked calmly in with four more guards. Chef, Serpent, and Sally walked in moments later.
"Talim..." Heero called. He waited until the younger boy looked at him to speak. "Sally, Serpent....I'm sorry...gomen nasai." He lowered his head feeling somehow shamed. It was his mistake and they all were going to pay for it. "You should have to--"
"Shut up." Talim growled stepping forward. The guard to his right gripped his uninjured arm warningly. He looked at him sharply then back at the Japanese teen. "I'm not taking you fucking apology, Yuy."
"Nor will I." Sally spoke up.
Serpent remained silent. Glaring coldly around as he had done when Heero had first met him.
"But--"
"But fucking nothing. We got into this on our own so why the fuck are you apologizing?"
Heero was speechless. He looked from both Sally and Talim. Both glared back at him daring him to speak that five letter word again. Finally he chuckled mirthlessly and looked away. "Fine...I'm not sorry."
"Damn right you're not." The two said at the same time.
"Well, isn't this sweet." Duo chimed in glaring at Heero then to Talim. "Mind if I get an apology?"
"For what?" Heero asked slowly.
"For getting my team and myself caught." Duo answered as if it was the most obvious thing on earth. Heero only rolled his eyes.
"If I remember correctly, your informant was part of SOPA too, correct?" Heero asked raising a defiant eyebrow. Duo's jaw clench.
"And Zech and Trowa were part of *your* crew not mine."
"Your point? If I have to apologize, you have to apologize to me."
"What are we? In elementary?" Gypsy snorted. Her comment was ignored.
"I don't see how I have to --"
"Neither do I."
"I'm going to kill you."
"You can try."
"Alright! That's enough! On to the shuttle now!" One of the guards finally shouted. He was tall and had had a nice tan complexion before he listened to the casual tossing of death threats. Now he was pale and slightly shaken. He pushed his designated prisoner impatiently. Heero moved forward purposely taking his own steady paces not letting himself be rushed. He was going to enjoy his last seconds of freedom come hell or re-runs of 20th century talk shows.
TBC......
A/N: Oops! Character background development coming up soon!!
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: Yeah, someone has to be the bitch in this fic. It might as well be Une, ne? Yeah, I always manage to almost kill Tally. Don't know why. It's just convenient. *laughs at Talim as his face starts to turn blue from cuddling* Gypsy will turn up....somewhere. *puts away voodoo doll* I don't know what you're talking about. lol. Thank you for the super long review. Love it!!
Rose Fury: Yeah, Une is a psycho. But she provides for the plot when I need her to. Thank you for the review.
Chapter 15:
Lucrezia Noin here here reporting live from the Supreme Court of the Earth and Colonial sphere where a group of young mean are awaiting the verdict of thier trial.
Duo Maxwell
Chang Wufei
Talim Isogowa
Gypsianna Rodriguez
Chef
Quazie
Serpent
And an eighth member whose name has yet to be released are were all found at a notorious gundanium alloy export and are suspected to be in alliance with Malicious Mueller, one of the most wanted exporters in the ring. Mueller is still at large, however, it is suspected that one, maybe all, of these young outlaws know where he is.
At this very moment nine Supreme Earth and Colonial Sphere Justices are deliberating over this case. "Death is not an option in this sentencing" says head of SOPA, Lady Une. "These boys have no appreciation for their own lives. A sentence less than death will serve to teach these boys a lesson."
Oh and here comes one of the justices now. G, what can you tell us about what going on in this very room.
"I am not at liberty to say until the verdict is final. We are still short two votes so the verdict could go either way."
Oh...very well, be sure to let us know
"I will."
Well there you have it folks. The justices are deliberating as we speak. Who knows how long this may take--
"Who fucking knows?! I do bitch!" The angry words filled the quietness of the cell the hologram television had been playing in. Violet glittered from the darkness that now shrouded the small space.
It had been only a few hours. Serial killers got more deliberation than they had gotten.
"This is a bunch bullshit!" Duo shouted. He stalked silently perfectly one with the darkness around him. "Four fucking hours to sign our fucking lives away!" He kicked out with all his strength where he knew his strictly styled bed would be. The metal scratched noisily creating sparks momentarily illuminating the angry figure's path.
The lightweight frame flew crashing against the far wall no doubt in ruins. Didn't matter. They were being shipped off within the week. To L9 for the rest of their youthful lives.
"Prisoner 241556-95-655545-0002."
"Aw, just call me 002, you've known me long enough." Duo quipped jokingly. However the tone in his voice only served to a chill up the spine of the two security guards.
"Its time for you to go...." One of the braver ones reported.
Duo grinned pearly whites glinted dangerously in the blackness of his cell. No light, no sound...but they could supply them with a TV. to watch their lives being thrown away. He wanted to live life to fullest not end up like..........
//You listen up, boy. I made my grave. Seventy two years worth of my death has been poured into this house. I don't have no regrets 'cos I lived enough in my younger years. You just make sure you don't do what I did. This shit might sound righteous but its a load of bullshit. Live life all the way down to the last fucking minute. You understand me boy?//
"Yes, Sir." Duo mumbled. Bravely, he stepped towards the guards reveling in the way they flinched back. He'd find a way out of this....somehow.
*
The ride to L9 came in the form of a Preventer's shuttle craft located in a badly lit shuttle hold area.
"So this is the end..." Duo sighed heavily. Sure he wasn't going to die but there was no way he could live life to the fullest. None that he could see anyways.
Their feet echoed against the hard grey cement floor of the area setting a rhythmic grim beat. //Kind of like my own death percussion// Duo thought grimly. As they made their way further into the room, more footsteps could be heard adding to the echoing taps. Soon the other recently condemned, both known and unknown to Duo, came into view. One of the condemned in particular set his rage aflame.
Heero Yuy
"You look pretty good." Duo sneered eying the teen's blackened eye and still swollen jaw. Other bruises could be seen under the prison uniform they all had to wear, a neon orange one-piece of 21st century shit. Heero had his rolled down and tied around the waist leaving his torso only clad in a simple white tank top. Discoloration could be seen all down his arms and one that peeked from under the tank top. But still he looked just as strong and determined as before. The fact made the braided American that much more angry.
Across from Heero was Wufei. His uniform was also customized having the sleeves ripped off leaving a jagged edge. The guards had obviously refused to provide him a hair tie being that his hair was hanging down to his shoulders. Other than some paleness, he was left pretty much unscathed by their wonderful hosts.
Duo clenched his teeth. First the Chinese teen had lost his wife and now he was losing his freedom...all because of him. And what did he give him in return? More grief and trouble to add onto things.
The need to apologize weighed on his tongue. Before he could say anything, Wufei spoke.
"I don't blame you for anything, Maxwell, so don't you dare apologize." That simple sentence was enough. Duo nodded as did Wufei.
"Hol' on...slow down guys....I don't feel so good."
Heero looked up at the sound of the familiar voice. Talim along with two other guards appeared. The redhead grinned mischievously at the group. The top of his uniform was completely cut off and held up by a makeshift rope of black material taken from somewhere. His wounded arm was placed in a sling across his chest wrapped in black bandages.
"Look, they gave me my favorite color." He said proudly.
"So I guess this is the last time we see this colony." Gypsy's voice sounded. She and Quazie walked calmly in with four more guards. Chef, Serpent, and Sally walked in moments later.
"Talim..." Heero called. He waited until the younger boy looked at him to speak. "Sally, Serpent....I'm sorry...gomen nasai." He lowered his head feeling somehow shamed. It was his mistake and they all were going to pay for it. "You should have to--"
"Shut up." Talim growled stepping forward. The guard to his right gripped his uninjured arm warningly. He looked at him sharply then back at the Japanese teen. "I'm not taking you fucking apology, Yuy."
"Nor will I." Sally spoke up.
Serpent remained silent. Glaring coldly around as he had done when Heero had first met him.
"But--"
"But fucking nothing. We got into this on our own so why the fuck are you apologizing?"
Heero was speechless. He looked from both Sally and Talim. Both glared back at him daring him to speak that five letter word again. Finally he chuckled mirthlessly and looked away. "Fine...I'm not sorry."
"Damn right you're not." The two said at the same time.
"Well, isn't this sweet." Duo chimed in glaring at Heero then to Talim. "Mind if I get an apology?"
"For what?" Heero asked slowly.
"For getting my team and myself caught." Duo answered as if it was the most obvious thing on earth. Heero only rolled his eyes.
"If I remember correctly, your informant was part of SOPA too, correct?" Heero asked raising a defiant eyebrow. Duo's jaw clench.
"And Zech and Trowa were part of *your* crew not mine."
"Your point? If I have to apologize, you have to apologize to me."
"What are we? In elementary?" Gypsy snorted. Her comment was ignored.
"I don't see how I have to --"
"Neither do I."
"I'm going to kill you."
"You can try."
"Alright! That's enough! On to the shuttle now!" One of the guards finally shouted. He was tall and had had a nice tan complexion before he listened to the casual tossing of death threats. Now he was pale and slightly shaken. He pushed his designated prisoner impatiently. Heero moved forward purposely taking his own steady paces not letting himself be rushed. He was going to enjoy his last seconds of freedom come hell or re-runs of 20th century talk shows.
TBC......
A/N: Oops! Character background development coming up soon!!