Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Retribution ❯ Chapter 19
[ 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: 2.0K | Visits: 306 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.02.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | 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: Oh and to answer your question about Shai being Shaharra or vise versa. Nu-uh. You'll find out some things about Shai in this chapter but he doesn't come in for a while.
Chapter 19:
“Hey, Gabby, what about a pit break?” Talim asked miserably. His stomach had been doing flip flops ever since he stepped foot on the colony. Not to mention he was feeling lightheaded, too hot, and just downright sick.
Gabriel only spared him an impassive look as they stepped into a whitewashed building. It smelled of disinfectant, blood and sickness. Underneath it all was the subtle hint of death.
“I’m going to puke.” Talim grumbled. Being inside the building did feel better. The air conditioning was a blessing against his fevered skin.
”We only have a little ways to go.” Gabriel reported turning down another corner. The younger boy tried valiantly to keep his heavy limps moving quick enough to keep up but failed miserable. Gabriel grunted and lifted him by his one arm in frustration. “Don’t tell me you can’t even handle this.” He hissed glaring coldly down at the young thief. “How’ll you survive in 10g or 20?”
“It gets worse?” Talim asked staring blankly ahead of him. Why did everything seem so shaky? “I don’t feel good.” He groaned and tried to pull away from the other man.
“Gods, you’re pathetic.”
“Yo mama.” Talim retorted miserably.
Gabriel growled and lifted the boy clean off the ground by his arm. “You’re nothing but a runt.” He snarled in the youth’s face. Talim looked up at him then. His fevered green eyes almost glowed in the soft fluorescent light of the hall. “You don’t look too good.” He didn’t get a reaction or response to that remark. Just the same cold murderous glare. “Fine, you don’t have to walk the rest of the way. I’ll carry you.”
*
“Mind telling me your name?” Wufei called out to the room. His eyes were closed but every other sense was wide open to the presence of his roommate.
“Badunda.” The man answered. His voice was deep and rumbling filling the room and caressing over everything within range.
Wufei felt a shiver build in his chest and quickly quelled it. “My name is Wufei.”
“Ah, last of the Dragon Clan.”
Wufei’s eyes snapped open. He twisted quickly to look towards Badunda only to find the place he had been was empty.
“I know all about that.” Badunda’s voice sounded next to the Chinese teen’s ear causing the youth to tense. His breath was hot against the slighter man’s ear and neck. This time Wufei was unable to quell the shiver that ran through him. “Your colony, your family, all gone in a blink of an eye. What noble people they were to sacrifice themselves before letting their home be used by rebels.”
The shiver turned into a full body tremor running endlessly through Wufei’s body. His mouth opened to speak but no words would form.
“That is how I wish to die.” Badunda confessed before his presence was gone leaving that side of Wufei’s face icy cold.
Shakily, the young dragon turned to face the older man finding him in the exact same place and position he was before. Was that real or some kind of illusion?
*
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” The obviously male scream echoed down the desolate halls of what was called the infirmary. “You mother fuck-ass bitch! I hate you!!!”
“I’m sure you do, 0016, however these stitches must be changed and being that you had an allergic reaction to the pain medicine the other medical facility gave you and have no up-to-date medical records, I have to do this without the aid of them.” A woman’s voice, much older and calm, answered the profane cries.
“Just let me bleed to dead-SHIT!!! Why does it hurt so much! Dammit!!”
“You managed to damage a few nerves and the skin around the threads is irritated. Please be still.”
“Be still?! You’re trying to kill me!!”
“Nothing of the sort. Just dressing your wounds.”
“You’re not dressing them…you’re killing me.”
”Don’t pout it doesn’t become you.”
“And now you’re teasing me. What did you put in my IV?”
“A little medicine to make you sleep.”
“Oh….that’s nice……”
****
“So you put him in with Pebbles.” Cool blue eyes stared towards the redhead lounging in his office. She never showed any respect for his office and that’s exactly why he liked her.
Shaharra shrugged throwing her long legs on top of the desk before her. She crossed her combat boots at the ankle barely missing her commanding offer’s chin. Oh well, she’d have to try again later. “Yeah, Une wants him to learn a lesson, right?”
“I suppose.”
“Don’t tell me you’re feeling guilty for them, Knight.”
Knight shook his head and gave the woman a ‘do I look like a care’ glare. He received a low chuckle in return. He sighed and ran his long fingers through his short cut auburn hair. His broad shoulders flexed and relaxed under the thin layer of business suit that he wore. His middle age features looked tired and stressed. It had been a while since he had to work with new prisoners, new young prisoners at that.
“You do know what he’s at risk of.” Knight said slowly.
“Yes and I don’t plan on letting it go that far. Just enough to scare him.” Shaharra answered. Her eyes were downcast towards something on the floor. An action she often did when she was thinking about something. “But…”
“I know, I know. We’ll talk about this later.”
“Very well.” The young warden stood without another word and went towards the door. “Ya know, you weren’t this concerned when your son was in there, Knight.” She called over her shoulder. She didn’t turn to regard the man’s reaction feeling how he tensed without the aid of her eyes. “You should go visit him and let him know you’re sorry.”
“Me sorry,” Knight grumbled watching the youth finally leave. “Me sorry. It’s far too late for my apology.” He let his head roll back so that he could stare at the ceiling. His eyes automatically went to the tile in the ceiling that resembled his son when he connected them. Or maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him.
“Thinking again, I see.”
Knight looked towards his door sharply to find an elderly man standing inside his doorway. His eyes quickly analyzed said man’s short grey hair and wrinkled face. His hands were behind his back no doubt laced thoughtfully behind him. “J.” He said simply showing the man no forms of hospitality.
“Nice to see you too.” J answered completely undeterred. He strolled casually black shoes clicking sharply through the thin layer of carpet. “I’m here to inform you that we have lost thirty more men in our last assignment.”
”You were only investigating a cult suspected of sacrificing humans to some inane god.” Knight recited. He could already feel the headache building between his eyes. “How were you able to lose some many men?”
“One of the men blew his cover.” J reported simply letting his beady blue eyes trail to the diploma hanging on the wall. A ghost of a smile formed just above his lips, not quite there but not nonexistent either. “They were going to sacrifice a young woman, about fifteen, that night. He was the first to die. We had to move out ahead of schedule.”
“Were the members captured?”
“Yes, two out of the hundred-three were caught. The others are in the morgue.”
Knight took a deep breath through his nose and let it out through his mouth. Thirty men. They were all prisoners trying to get out of their sentences, but men regardless. “And what do you want me to do about this?”
“We need more men.”
“I’m sorry, no one has volunteer-“
“Duo Maxwell
Heero Yuy
Wufei Chang
Gypsyianna
Quazie
Talim Isogowa
Chef
Serpent……”
J listed each person carefully slowly drawing his gaze to Knight’s. “Are these not the youths you have currently taken under your wing?”
“They’re all underage, J. The minimum age requirement is at least 21 years of age.”
“Chef is 20.”
“One year too young.” Knight gave the old man a defiant smirk. He was not going to play this game. Bending the rules a little to send prisoners to their death. Never again would he play this game. “If I remember correctly, you have thirty more prisoners under your care. Use them.”
“Half of those men volunteered for some….experimentation…they incapacitated.”
Knight felt his rage boil. Slowly, he stood using his full six-four body to tower over the feeble old man. “Biological experimentation is illegal.” He growled low in his chest.
J only smirked. “Not if the subject knows of the consequences and is still willing to do it.”
“What did you bribe them with, J?”
“Simply offering a waver on their sentence. Death row prisoners and the like.”
“Get. Out.”
“Very well, but you will have to ask them before long. Maybe your son would like to volunteer.” J turned slowly and walked out the room.
“That son of a bitch!”
*
Clear icy blue eyes blinked open in the darkness of the space they became all too accustomed to. They glittered shades of baby blue, ice blue, white, and gold forming a watery illusion within their irises. They blinked against shifting about the room carefully. The darkness was always welcomed in those eyes. There was nothing else better than the darkness.
TBC......
A/N: There we go another chapter. Hope you enjoyed it. I'm trying to focus on each character equally. Let me know if I'm showing any favoritism that irritates you.
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: Oh and to answer your question about Shai being Shaharra or vise versa. Nu-uh. You'll find out some things about Shai in this chapter but he doesn't come in for a while.
Chapter 19:
“Hey, Gabby, what about a pit break?” Talim asked miserably. His stomach had been doing flip flops ever since he stepped foot on the colony. Not to mention he was feeling lightheaded, too hot, and just downright sick.
Gabriel only spared him an impassive look as they stepped into a whitewashed building. It smelled of disinfectant, blood and sickness. Underneath it all was the subtle hint of death.
“I’m going to puke.” Talim grumbled. Being inside the building did feel better. The air conditioning was a blessing against his fevered skin.
”We only have a little ways to go.” Gabriel reported turning down another corner. The younger boy tried valiantly to keep his heavy limps moving quick enough to keep up but failed miserable. Gabriel grunted and lifted him by his one arm in frustration. “Don’t tell me you can’t even handle this.” He hissed glaring coldly down at the young thief. “How’ll you survive in 10g or 20?”
“It gets worse?” Talim asked staring blankly ahead of him. Why did everything seem so shaky? “I don’t feel good.” He groaned and tried to pull away from the other man.
“Gods, you’re pathetic.”
“Yo mama.” Talim retorted miserably.
Gabriel growled and lifted the boy clean off the ground by his arm. “You’re nothing but a runt.” He snarled in the youth’s face. Talim looked up at him then. His fevered green eyes almost glowed in the soft fluorescent light of the hall. “You don’t look too good.” He didn’t get a reaction or response to that remark. Just the same cold murderous glare. “Fine, you don’t have to walk the rest of the way. I’ll carry you.”
*
“Mind telling me your name?” Wufei called out to the room. His eyes were closed but every other sense was wide open to the presence of his roommate.
“Badunda.” The man answered. His voice was deep and rumbling filling the room and caressing over everything within range.
Wufei felt a shiver build in his chest and quickly quelled it. “My name is Wufei.”
“Ah, last of the Dragon Clan.”
Wufei’s eyes snapped open. He twisted quickly to look towards Badunda only to find the place he had been was empty.
“I know all about that.” Badunda’s voice sounded next to the Chinese teen’s ear causing the youth to tense. His breath was hot against the slighter man’s ear and neck. This time Wufei was unable to quell the shiver that ran through him. “Your colony, your family, all gone in a blink of an eye. What noble people they were to sacrifice themselves before letting their home be used by rebels.”
The shiver turned into a full body tremor running endlessly through Wufei’s body. His mouth opened to speak but no words would form.
“That is how I wish to die.” Badunda confessed before his presence was gone leaving that side of Wufei’s face icy cold.
Shakily, the young dragon turned to face the older man finding him in the exact same place and position he was before. Was that real or some kind of illusion?
*
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” The obviously male scream echoed down the desolate halls of what was called the infirmary. “You mother fuck-ass bitch! I hate you!!!”
“I’m sure you do, 0016, however these stitches must be changed and being that you had an allergic reaction to the pain medicine the other medical facility gave you and have no up-to-date medical records, I have to do this without the aid of them.” A woman’s voice, much older and calm, answered the profane cries.
“Just let me bleed to dead-SHIT!!! Why does it hurt so much! Dammit!!”
“You managed to damage a few nerves and the skin around the threads is irritated. Please be still.”
“Be still?! You’re trying to kill me!!”
“Nothing of the sort. Just dressing your wounds.”
“You’re not dressing them…you’re killing me.”
”Don’t pout it doesn’t become you.”
“And now you’re teasing me. What did you put in my IV?”
“A little medicine to make you sleep.”
“Oh….that’s nice……”
****
“So you put him in with Pebbles.” Cool blue eyes stared towards the redhead lounging in his office. She never showed any respect for his office and that’s exactly why he liked her.
Shaharra shrugged throwing her long legs on top of the desk before her. She crossed her combat boots at the ankle barely missing her commanding offer’s chin. Oh well, she’d have to try again later. “Yeah, Une wants him to learn a lesson, right?”
“I suppose.”
“Don’t tell me you’re feeling guilty for them, Knight.”
Knight shook his head and gave the woman a ‘do I look like a care’ glare. He received a low chuckle in return. He sighed and ran his long fingers through his short cut auburn hair. His broad shoulders flexed and relaxed under the thin layer of business suit that he wore. His middle age features looked tired and stressed. It had been a while since he had to work with new prisoners, new young prisoners at that.
“You do know what he’s at risk of.” Knight said slowly.
“Yes and I don’t plan on letting it go that far. Just enough to scare him.” Shaharra answered. Her eyes were downcast towards something on the floor. An action she often did when she was thinking about something. “But…”
“I know, I know. We’ll talk about this later.”
“Very well.” The young warden stood without another word and went towards the door. “Ya know, you weren’t this concerned when your son was in there, Knight.” She called over her shoulder. She didn’t turn to regard the man’s reaction feeling how he tensed without the aid of her eyes. “You should go visit him and let him know you’re sorry.”
“Me sorry,” Knight grumbled watching the youth finally leave. “Me sorry. It’s far too late for my apology.” He let his head roll back so that he could stare at the ceiling. His eyes automatically went to the tile in the ceiling that resembled his son when he connected them. Or maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him.
“Thinking again, I see.”
Knight looked towards his door sharply to find an elderly man standing inside his doorway. His eyes quickly analyzed said man’s short grey hair and wrinkled face. His hands were behind his back no doubt laced thoughtfully behind him. “J.” He said simply showing the man no forms of hospitality.
“Nice to see you too.” J answered completely undeterred. He strolled casually black shoes clicking sharply through the thin layer of carpet. “I’m here to inform you that we have lost thirty more men in our last assignment.”
”You were only investigating a cult suspected of sacrificing humans to some inane god.” Knight recited. He could already feel the headache building between his eyes. “How were you able to lose some many men?”
“One of the men blew his cover.” J reported simply letting his beady blue eyes trail to the diploma hanging on the wall. A ghost of a smile formed just above his lips, not quite there but not nonexistent either. “They were going to sacrifice a young woman, about fifteen, that night. He was the first to die. We had to move out ahead of schedule.”
“Were the members captured?”
“Yes, two out of the hundred-three were caught. The others are in the morgue.”
Knight took a deep breath through his nose and let it out through his mouth. Thirty men. They were all prisoners trying to get out of their sentences, but men regardless. “And what do you want me to do about this?”
“We need more men.”
“I’m sorry, no one has volunteer-“
“Duo Maxwell
Heero Yuy
Wufei Chang
Gypsyianna
Quazie
Talim Isogowa
Chef
Serpent……”
J listed each person carefully slowly drawing his gaze to Knight’s. “Are these not the youths you have currently taken under your wing?”
“They’re all underage, J. The minimum age requirement is at least 21 years of age.”
“Chef is 20.”
“One year too young.” Knight gave the old man a defiant smirk. He was not going to play this game. Bending the rules a little to send prisoners to their death. Never again would he play this game. “If I remember correctly, you have thirty more prisoners under your care. Use them.”
“Half of those men volunteered for some….experimentation…they incapacitated.”
Knight felt his rage boil. Slowly, he stood using his full six-four body to tower over the feeble old man. “Biological experimentation is illegal.” He growled low in his chest.
J only smirked. “Not if the subject knows of the consequences and is still willing to do it.”
“What did you bribe them with, J?”
“Simply offering a waver on their sentence. Death row prisoners and the like.”
“Get. Out.”
“Very well, but you will have to ask them before long. Maybe your son would like to volunteer.” J turned slowly and walked out the room.
“That son of a bitch!”
*
Clear icy blue eyes blinked open in the darkness of the space they became all too accustomed to. They glittered shades of baby blue, ice blue, white, and gold forming a watery illusion within their irises. They blinked against shifting about the room carefully. The darkness was always welcomed in those eyes. There was nothing else better than the darkness.
TBC......
A/N: There we go another chapter. Hope you enjoyed it. I'm trying to focus on each character equally. Let me know if I'm showing any favoritism that irritates you.