Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Retribution ❯ Chapter 18
[ 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: 06.02.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 301 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.02.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 301 | 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 Rury: O.o wow, long review!! sweet!! Have fun reading Ai: Omega (X). You're the only one reviewing on that fic believe it or not. Kind of depressing. Anywho, Shaharra needed to be mean though she's not gonna be mean in Une's sense. She'll be more like...sadistic-like. Don't worry the guys won't become outrageously ripped. I like them lean. Anywho, if Kage wishes to play in 'retribution' she can. ^_~ There is the 'self insertions' warning in the chapters ya know. *grins* let me know, kay?
Scarletty: Hey, chica. Shaharra requested to be an evil warden so I complied. I didn't get to read your review before I went home and I'm just getting on computer for today. But being that I got two very very very very very long reviews I'll indulge you guys with two chapters, ne? Enjoy!!
Chapter 18:
The walk to their ‘quarters’ was far more grueling than the hardest heist imaginable. For every five steps they took Shaharra would take at least twenty strides. A less than twenty yard walk took more than half an hour before the first faltered.
Quatre’s knees buckled yet again sending tumbling to the ground in an effort to avoid contact with the grass again. Unlike before, he didn’t try to get back on. His legs were screaming with wonton agony.
“Nice of you to be the first to fall.” Shaharra declared with a false sweet tone. “Havoc, see to him.”
Havoc moved quickly. His short cut orange hair stuck out in all directions as he moved. He smiled nicely auburn eyes glittering happily. “yeah, I was the same way when I came here.” He started in a friendly tone. “Its gets better.”
“I does?” Quatre mumbled delirious with pain and fatigue.
Havoc laughed merrily before lifting the Arabian as if he were a child. “Yup, and not to mention you get to spar with whoever you want.” The tawny haired guard continued to talk adobe hut.
“Okay, Prisoner 435416-44-682516-0001.”
Heero didn’t bother looking up as his prisoner serial number was called. It wasn’t his name so why should he treat it as such?
“Heero Yuy?”
Heero looked up then at the person calling him. Another guard stood just outside one of the huts. She was petite in stature and would’ve looked much cuter in a nice white floral dress. Her hair was short and curly and she had wide baby blue eyes. Almost like a pixie.
“This is where you’ll be staying. Come here please.” She beckoned the Japanese youth with the clipboard in her hand.
Heero approached her feeling his body threaten to give out on him.
“Your roommate will be Prisoner 646464-97-617654-0004 once he gets out of the infirmary.” She said. She moved away from the hut to another. “Prisoner 241556-95-655545-0002."
Duo looked up slowly giving the girl an even slower blink. He was satisfied with the bright red blush that formed on her high cheekbones.
“You’ll be rooming with Prisoner 962863-65-286562-0123.”
“Mind telling me his real name?” Duo drawled giving yet another slow blink. This seemed to irk the woman.
“My name is Howard, kid.” An old man emerged from the darkened doorway of the hut. He was an old coot that moved just as easily in the gravity as the other guards despite his permanently bended kneed posture. He wore a pair of loose fitting black shorts and a pair of sandals. His shirt was a loud red color with Hawaiian flowers decorating all over. His eyes looked uninterestedly from behind his tinted sunglasses.
Duo didn’t say anything. He quickly straightened himself ignoring his body’s protests. He stuck his hands into his pockets and clenched them tightly. The sharp pain of his fingernails digging into his palms made him more focused than before. With renewed strength, he sauntered over to the old man. “Name’s Duo.” He introduced himself without sounding friendly or hostile. He brushed pass Howard and went into the room.
Inside the hut was a hardwood floor and whitewashed walls. There were no decorations or evidence that anyone had been there over a few weeks. There were two beds, one made and the other obviously used. A table sat in the middle of the one roomed living space in front of a large window that flooded the area with a warm golden light. A second door further inside the hut lead to a bathroom equipped with a shower, sink and toilet.
//Not as bad as I thought it would be.// Duo thought to himself. His eyes went to the beds. Upon sight, his body let him know just how tired and pissed it was at him. With the last of his willpower, he moved towards the bed that was made up and collapsed.
*
Heero dragged his feet as he entered his hut. It hadn’t been used and if the thin layer of dust was any indication, it hadn’t in some time. Too tired to care, he moved towards one of the beds closer to the window and fell onto it. He coughed feeling it ache all the way through his chest when the dust kicked up around him. He held his breath as the grey cloud slowly dissipated. Finally he let the air out of his lungs slowly. He’d slept in worst conditions. This would be any different.
*
“Prisoner 621644-85-141617-0005 will room with Prisoner 461356-85-964624-5615 until his execution date.”
Wufei only raised an eyebrow. Leave it to him to get the roommate whose getting executed. He only hoped that man planned on going into the afterlife honorably and not like a blubbering idiot. He walked into the hut silently sitting on at the table in the middle of the room.
On one of the beds sat a man of dark complexion with burgundy marks and symbols along his skin. His head completely bald and long in structure. His limbs were long and all he wore was a brown toga around his body. He looked like a man at peace with himself as well as having lived a life he was proud of. (1)
He sat Indian style on the bed meditating silently.
“I will not plague you with tales of my life or burden you with useless claims of not wanting to die.” The man said without opening his eyes. The movement of his lips was the only thing that gave away the fact that he was neither a statue nor dead.
Wufei didn’t reply. He simply turned to face ahead of himself slipping into his own meditative state.
Outside, the hut assignments continued. “Prisoner 645655-20-536285-9251, Sally, will be roomed with Prisoner 645655-20-536285-9251, Quazie, in this hut.” The blonde guard nodded to Shaharra who nodded back.
Quazie moved to the designated hut grudgingly. Where was his Gypsy? He wanted his Gypsy.
They moved on.
“Prisoner 422561-12-153189-9116 will be roomed with Prisoner 199227-71-257095-1988, call her Nita.” The guard gave Serpent an almost apologetic look, almost. No one came out of the hut to greet the glaring silent man.
Serpent didn’t wait. He slunk into the hut immediately taking in his new surroundings.
“Prisoner 976457-01-987465-0016 wi-“
“Will be placed in Prisoner 748654-45-561524-4759’s hut.” Shaharra spoke up ignoring the shock looks she received. “Make a note of that.” She ordered continuing to walk.
The woman recovered quickly following after the other to the next hut. “Prisoner 346464-46-674461-9646 will be roomed with Prisoner 614819-76-714661-2656.”
Being the last one present, Chef went into the hut without question. Gypsy wouldn’t be back from the infirmary for a while. That would give him time to relax before having to listen to her complain.
“Get some sleep kiddies. You’ll need it.”
TBC....
(1) Think of the guy in Street Fighter….I forgot his name…..
A/N: Here's the first chapter. How was it? Two reviews being that there will be another chapter after this one. ^_~ Love ya lots!
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 Rury: O.o wow, long review!! sweet!! Have fun reading Ai: Omega (X). You're the only one reviewing on that fic believe it or not. Kind of depressing. Anywho, Shaharra needed to be mean though she's not gonna be mean in Une's sense. She'll be more like...sadistic-like. Don't worry the guys won't become outrageously ripped. I like them lean. Anywho, if Kage wishes to play in 'retribution' she can. ^_~ There is the 'self insertions' warning in the chapters ya know. *grins* let me know, kay?
Scarletty: Hey, chica. Shaharra requested to be an evil warden so I complied. I didn't get to read your review before I went home and I'm just getting on computer for today. But being that I got two very very very very very long reviews I'll indulge you guys with two chapters, ne? Enjoy!!
Chapter 18:
The walk to their ‘quarters’ was far more grueling than the hardest heist imaginable. For every five steps they took Shaharra would take at least twenty strides. A less than twenty yard walk took more than half an hour before the first faltered.
Quatre’s knees buckled yet again sending tumbling to the ground in an effort to avoid contact with the grass again. Unlike before, he didn’t try to get back on. His legs were screaming with wonton agony.
“Nice of you to be the first to fall.” Shaharra declared with a false sweet tone. “Havoc, see to him.”
Havoc moved quickly. His short cut orange hair stuck out in all directions as he moved. He smiled nicely auburn eyes glittering happily. “yeah, I was the same way when I came here.” He started in a friendly tone. “Its gets better.”
“I does?” Quatre mumbled delirious with pain and fatigue.
Havoc laughed merrily before lifting the Arabian as if he were a child. “Yup, and not to mention you get to spar with whoever you want.” The tawny haired guard continued to talk adobe hut.
“Okay, Prisoner 435416-44-682516-0001.”
Heero didn’t bother looking up as his prisoner serial number was called. It wasn’t his name so why should he treat it as such?
“Heero Yuy?”
Heero looked up then at the person calling him. Another guard stood just outside one of the huts. She was petite in stature and would’ve looked much cuter in a nice white floral dress. Her hair was short and curly and she had wide baby blue eyes. Almost like a pixie.
“This is where you’ll be staying. Come here please.” She beckoned the Japanese youth with the clipboard in her hand.
Heero approached her feeling his body threaten to give out on him.
“Your roommate will be Prisoner 646464-97-617654-0004 once he gets out of the infirmary.” She said. She moved away from the hut to another. “Prisoner 241556-95-655545-0002."
Duo looked up slowly giving the girl an even slower blink. He was satisfied with the bright red blush that formed on her high cheekbones.
“You’ll be rooming with Prisoner 962863-65-286562-0123.”
“Mind telling me his real name?” Duo drawled giving yet another slow blink. This seemed to irk the woman.
“My name is Howard, kid.” An old man emerged from the darkened doorway of the hut. He was an old coot that moved just as easily in the gravity as the other guards despite his permanently bended kneed posture. He wore a pair of loose fitting black shorts and a pair of sandals. His shirt was a loud red color with Hawaiian flowers decorating all over. His eyes looked uninterestedly from behind his tinted sunglasses.
Duo didn’t say anything. He quickly straightened himself ignoring his body’s protests. He stuck his hands into his pockets and clenched them tightly. The sharp pain of his fingernails digging into his palms made him more focused than before. With renewed strength, he sauntered over to the old man. “Name’s Duo.” He introduced himself without sounding friendly or hostile. He brushed pass Howard and went into the room.
Inside the hut was a hardwood floor and whitewashed walls. There were no decorations or evidence that anyone had been there over a few weeks. There were two beds, one made and the other obviously used. A table sat in the middle of the one roomed living space in front of a large window that flooded the area with a warm golden light. A second door further inside the hut lead to a bathroom equipped with a shower, sink and toilet.
//Not as bad as I thought it would be.// Duo thought to himself. His eyes went to the beds. Upon sight, his body let him know just how tired and pissed it was at him. With the last of his willpower, he moved towards the bed that was made up and collapsed.
*
Heero dragged his feet as he entered his hut. It hadn’t been used and if the thin layer of dust was any indication, it hadn’t in some time. Too tired to care, he moved towards one of the beds closer to the window and fell onto it. He coughed feeling it ache all the way through his chest when the dust kicked up around him. He held his breath as the grey cloud slowly dissipated. Finally he let the air out of his lungs slowly. He’d slept in worst conditions. This would be any different.
*
“Prisoner 621644-85-141617-0005 will room with Prisoner 461356-85-964624-5615 until his execution date.”
Wufei only raised an eyebrow. Leave it to him to get the roommate whose getting executed. He only hoped that man planned on going into the afterlife honorably and not like a blubbering idiot. He walked into the hut silently sitting on at the table in the middle of the room.
On one of the beds sat a man of dark complexion with burgundy marks and symbols along his skin. His head completely bald and long in structure. His limbs were long and all he wore was a brown toga around his body. He looked like a man at peace with himself as well as having lived a life he was proud of. (1)
He sat Indian style on the bed meditating silently.
“I will not plague you with tales of my life or burden you with useless claims of not wanting to die.” The man said without opening his eyes. The movement of his lips was the only thing that gave away the fact that he was neither a statue nor dead.
Wufei didn’t reply. He simply turned to face ahead of himself slipping into his own meditative state.
Outside, the hut assignments continued. “Prisoner 645655-20-536285-9251, Sally, will be roomed with Prisoner 645655-20-536285-9251, Quazie, in this hut.” The blonde guard nodded to Shaharra who nodded back.
Quazie moved to the designated hut grudgingly. Where was his Gypsy? He wanted his Gypsy.
They moved on.
“Prisoner 422561-12-153189-9116 will be roomed with Prisoner 199227-71-257095-1988, call her Nita.” The guard gave Serpent an almost apologetic look, almost. No one came out of the hut to greet the glaring silent man.
Serpent didn’t wait. He slunk into the hut immediately taking in his new surroundings.
“Prisoner 976457-01-987465-0016 wi-“
“Will be placed in Prisoner 748654-45-561524-4759’s hut.” Shaharra spoke up ignoring the shock looks she received. “Make a note of that.” She ordered continuing to walk.
The woman recovered quickly following after the other to the next hut. “Prisoner 346464-46-674461-9646 will be roomed with Prisoner 614819-76-714661-2656.”
Being the last one present, Chef went into the hut without question. Gypsy wouldn’t be back from the infirmary for a while. That would give him time to relax before having to listen to her complain.
“Get some sleep kiddies. You’ll need it.”
TBC....
(1) Think of the guy in Street Fighter….I forgot his name…..
A/N: Here's the first chapter. How was it? Two reviews being that there will be another chapter after this one. ^_~ Love ya lots!