Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Retribution ❯ Chapter 24
[ 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: 06.06.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 289 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.06.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 289 | 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: I was thinking about doing that but they'll probably just have a lemon together as far as Talim, Heero and Duo goes. Nope, its not bad you're getting attached to my OC. I was beginning to think that I was annoying people by putting him in every fic I do almost. No *stuffs voodoo doll under pillow* I have noting to do with your feelings/reactions towards my fic. *grins* Shai may be better than Heero...if not in the tough love department. I'm not going to say much being that I don't know how I want to approach the TalixShai relationship thing. Of course you don't have to wait. I like updating three times a day. You were premature? My mom told me I didn't want to come out when it was time for me to be born. lol. :-P thank you for the review!!
Chapter 24:
Quatre woke slowly feeling every inch of his abused midsection. The sound of his pained his filled the silence of the empty hut as he forced his bruised abdomen to pull him to a sitting position. Mentally, he cursed the cause of his pain in several different languages before taking in his surroundings.
Grudgingly he worked his body against the gravity and the protests of his body. Damn if he’d let this get the best of him. He staggered towards the door of his hut; the sun was coming ‘up’ giving away the beginnings of a new day in his new life. He scanned over his psych as he did everyday. Did he regret anything? Anything at all?
//Trusting the uni-banged asshole// He grumbled heatedly. This was the first time years since he regretted anything. It just wasn’t in his programming. He didn’t regret. He did everything without looking back but now…things were different. Everything had changed abruptly within less than twenty-four hours.
“Okay, boys! Rise and shine!!” Shaharra’s voice sounded over the intercom. Her strict tone echoed through the grounds of the prison waking the worst of criminals from their slumber.
Quatre watched as the inmates emerged from their small sheds. Every last one of them was covered in some kind of scars. Each had a strong back having been there far longer than he had. Warily he worked his way in the direction they were going. Hopefully, he’d run into a familiar face.
*
Chef was just leaving his hut when he spotted Quatre. The Arabian had obviously spotted him as well having stopped in the middle of the traffic of men. Surprisingly, none of them pushed or shoved the youth out of their way. Instead, they walked around him.
“How you holding up, Sandrock?” The taller man asked using the teen’s thief name. Quatre snorted and shrugged. “Yeah, at least we’re alive and all that bullshit.”
“Yeah, I guess we can’t complain much.”
With that, they walked in silence until they reached a large sector that formed a gigantic cafeteria. Strict bleach white bench tables sat in rows of nine by four. Each isle was perfectly spaced. In front of each column of tables were a service line and a less than welcoming server.
Lines were formed at each server’s station before bunching up into groups of conversers.
“Funny, this seems more like high school lunchtime.”
Quatre and Chef turned at the new voice. Both thieves’ hearts were slightly lifted as they took in the image of their leader, Duo Maxwell.
Duo stood in front of them dressed in a Hawaiian printed shirt that stopped just above his hips. The last button was left undone leaving his bellybutton exposed. Black shorts hung low on his hips.
“Nice outfit.” Chef commented.
”Well, my roomie’s very generous guy. Turns out that the orange jumpsuit makes him crazy…not that he isn’t already.”
“I heard that!” Howard walked up to stand beside the braided teen. “Next time a whippersnapper like you asks for anything, I’ll say no. What is the world coming to where a man can’t have an imperative conversation with his beer bottle?”
Duo laughed wholeheartedly at the old man’s antics. He sobered long enough to step forward as the line moved. “So guys how’s it been?”
“We’re alive.” Quatre muttered.
“And who are these young men? Your friends?” Howard asked.
“Yes, this is Quatre and Chef.”
“Nice meetin’ ya. I’m Howard.”
*
“Not that I care, but its lunchtime. Are you going to eat?” Wufei asked. The sunlight outside streamed in around his frame as he stood in the doorway.
Badunda only sat where he had been sitting since he arrived. For some reason he had no doubt that he’d been sitting there for far longer. “Nourishment is only wasted on the dying. Where I am going, there is no need for food.”
“How long have you been on deathrow?”
The condemned man smiled wistfully. “Tomorrow is my daughter’s birthday. It will mark the second anniversary of my sentencing.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I am not.
“Well, sorry I don’t see the beauty in this.”
“There is no beauty in ones death. Just beauty in death himself.”
“Duo would blush hearing you talk about him like that.” Wufei mumbled leaving the hut for lunch.
“Such youth.” Badunda commented to himself. His all white unseeing eyes opened for a moment. “I will always remember you, Dragon.” With that he closed his eyes once again.
**
“Wu!!” Duo called seeing his comrade walk into the mess hall. He grinned as the Chinese teen locked eyes with him. “How ya been?” He asked.
“Do you have to ask?” The ebony eyed youth grumbled. He bypassed all the other inmates without a second thought. He finally stopped when he was toe to toe with the American. “honestly, for a place known as hell, this place is very juvenile.”
“Just wait till after breakfast.” All thieves tensed at the unexpected voice. A girl standing at five foot with wide brown eyes with hazel, caramel, and chocolate flecks. She blinked him innocently behind the unruly strands of her chocolate brown hair. The rest was pulled back in a curly ponytail. She grinned and waved a fishnet fingerless glove clad hand at them. She was dressed in a pair of cut off camouflaged combat pants and a black spaghetti strapped top that stopped at the middle of her hips. Over the top she wore a fitted charcoal hoody. “Hi.”
“Hey, Amby.” Howard greeted.
The girl winced at the nickname and offered a strained smile. “Hi, Howy-kins.” She countered earning a wince of her own. She smirked in satisfaction before turning to the others. “Name’s Amber but you can call me Scarletty.”
“Duo.”
“Quatre.” ;
“Chef.”
“Wufei”
Each teen introduced himself offering a nod each.
“So what cha in for?” Amber asked curiously.
“Murder…thievery…I think…” Quatre listed looking to Duo for verification.
“All we know is that we’ll be dead by time we’re free.” The braided teen said rolling his eyes. He turned slowly realizing he was up next.
“That’s kinda like me, Kage, Maree and Nita. We’re the first females under twenty to be condemned here.”
“Hmmm?”
“You’ll meet them eventually.”
”So what are you convicted for?” Quatre asked. He watched as some type of opaque white soup with chunks of meat and vegetables was scooped into Duo’s bowl. It didn’t look half bad and it was steaming so it wasn’t hot. Maybe it wasn’t that bad. He moved up next.
“Arson, reeking havoc, thievery…ummm…I think that’s it…” Amber listed grabbing a bowl before Wufei could go up. The Chinese man only glared before taking his own bowl and moving on.
“No murder?” Chef asked as he took his own bowl.
"Maaaybe. You’d be looking for Nita for stuff like that though. Speaking of which that’s her over there. Looks like she got herself a table alone again. C’mon.” She waved them over as she walked towards the table.
Nita wasn’t too intimidating. Her hair was done up in braids going straight back on her head leaving her youthful face exposed. She wore a plain white beater that left her arms bare and the tattoo on her upper right arm exposed. It was a heart with a rose through it in full color. A banner went across the rose with her real name in it. Her lower half was clad in tattered jean cut offs. “Hey.” She greeted the other girl.
“Hey, these are the newbies.”
“Welcome to hell boys. I’m the hellraiser o’mega and this is one of my many partners in crime.” She pointed to Amber then looked around the room. “You'll meet the others later.” She shrugged and went back to staring down at her bowl.
“Got a lot on your mind, Nita?”
“Why, yes, Scarletty, I do.” Nita blinked and reached for her fork. “Ever wonder what it’d be like havin’ a normal life?” She asked. “If my mom hadn’t killed that guy and got exiled or whatever.”
“Hmm…I thought you didn’t like to look at the past.”
”I don’t. I’d rather live for the future but what future do I have now?” The girl shook her head suddenly. “Don’t mind me, I’m just…maybe a little morbidly depressed.” She blinked sluggishly at her bowl the looked up at the newcomers at her table. “Hey, Howwy.”
“Hey, Ne-ne, killed any guards lately?”
“No…they gave me this weird ass roommate though…”
”Serpent?” Duo ventured. Nita nodded. “He’s with the guy that came with us.” He explained. “I don’t trust him but that’s just me.”
“I hope he tries something. Can’t kill if I don’t have a reason.”
“You’re demonic.” Quatre stated. Again, the girl nodded.
“Shinigami’s shiryuu…that’s me. And I take it you’re Shinigami.” Nita said sitting back. Her catlike gaze was settled on Duo.
The braided boy only shrugged.
“So they bought death in with us. How fun it’ll be. Hmm…I wonder where Pebbles is.”
“He’s probably tried to rape another inmate.” Howard grumbled.
“I believe it.”
“Better eat up. The fun’s about to start.”
TBC.......
A/N: Woot! Fighting ahead and Pebble's reappearance. Maybe a few more fights too. And insertions....later.
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: I was thinking about doing that but they'll probably just have a lemon together as far as Talim, Heero and Duo goes. Nope, its not bad you're getting attached to my OC. I was beginning to think that I was annoying people by putting him in every fic I do almost. No *stuffs voodoo doll under pillow* I have noting to do with your feelings/reactions towards my fic. *grins* Shai may be better than Heero...if not in the tough love department. I'm not going to say much being that I don't know how I want to approach the TalixShai relationship thing. Of course you don't have to wait. I like updating three times a day. You were premature? My mom told me I didn't want to come out when it was time for me to be born. lol. :-P thank you for the review!!
Chapter 24:
Quatre woke slowly feeling every inch of his abused midsection. The sound of his pained his filled the silence of the empty hut as he forced his bruised abdomen to pull him to a sitting position. Mentally, he cursed the cause of his pain in several different languages before taking in his surroundings.
Grudgingly he worked his body against the gravity and the protests of his body. Damn if he’d let this get the best of him. He staggered towards the door of his hut; the sun was coming ‘up’ giving away the beginnings of a new day in his new life. He scanned over his psych as he did everyday. Did he regret anything? Anything at all?
//Trusting the uni-banged asshole// He grumbled heatedly. This was the first time years since he regretted anything. It just wasn’t in his programming. He didn’t regret. He did everything without looking back but now…things were different. Everything had changed abruptly within less than twenty-four hours.
“Okay, boys! Rise and shine!!” Shaharra’s voice sounded over the intercom. Her strict tone echoed through the grounds of the prison waking the worst of criminals from their slumber.
Quatre watched as the inmates emerged from their small sheds. Every last one of them was covered in some kind of scars. Each had a strong back having been there far longer than he had. Warily he worked his way in the direction they were going. Hopefully, he’d run into a familiar face.
*
Chef was just leaving his hut when he spotted Quatre. The Arabian had obviously spotted him as well having stopped in the middle of the traffic of men. Surprisingly, none of them pushed or shoved the youth out of their way. Instead, they walked around him.
“How you holding up, Sandrock?” The taller man asked using the teen’s thief name. Quatre snorted and shrugged. “Yeah, at least we’re alive and all that bullshit.”
“Yeah, I guess we can’t complain much.”
With that, they walked in silence until they reached a large sector that formed a gigantic cafeteria. Strict bleach white bench tables sat in rows of nine by four. Each isle was perfectly spaced. In front of each column of tables were a service line and a less than welcoming server.
Lines were formed at each server’s station before bunching up into groups of conversers.
“Funny, this seems more like high school lunchtime.”
Quatre and Chef turned at the new voice. Both thieves’ hearts were slightly lifted as they took in the image of their leader, Duo Maxwell.
Duo stood in front of them dressed in a Hawaiian printed shirt that stopped just above his hips. The last button was left undone leaving his bellybutton exposed. Black shorts hung low on his hips.
“Nice outfit.” Chef commented.
”Well, my roomie’s very generous guy. Turns out that the orange jumpsuit makes him crazy…not that he isn’t already.”
“I heard that!” Howard walked up to stand beside the braided teen. “Next time a whippersnapper like you asks for anything, I’ll say no. What is the world coming to where a man can’t have an imperative conversation with his beer bottle?”
Duo laughed wholeheartedly at the old man’s antics. He sobered long enough to step forward as the line moved. “So guys how’s it been?”
“We’re alive.” Quatre muttered.
“And who are these young men? Your friends?” Howard asked.
“Yes, this is Quatre and Chef.”
“Nice meetin’ ya. I’m Howard.”
*
“Not that I care, but its lunchtime. Are you going to eat?” Wufei asked. The sunlight outside streamed in around his frame as he stood in the doorway.
Badunda only sat where he had been sitting since he arrived. For some reason he had no doubt that he’d been sitting there for far longer. “Nourishment is only wasted on the dying. Where I am going, there is no need for food.”
“How long have you been on deathrow?”
The condemned man smiled wistfully. “Tomorrow is my daughter’s birthday. It will mark the second anniversary of my sentencing.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I am not.
“Well, sorry I don’t see the beauty in this.”
“There is no beauty in ones death. Just beauty in death himself.”
“Duo would blush hearing you talk about him like that.” Wufei mumbled leaving the hut for lunch.
“Such youth.” Badunda commented to himself. His all white unseeing eyes opened for a moment. “I will always remember you, Dragon.” With that he closed his eyes once again.
**
“Wu!!” Duo called seeing his comrade walk into the mess hall. He grinned as the Chinese teen locked eyes with him. “How ya been?” He asked.
“Do you have to ask?” The ebony eyed youth grumbled. He bypassed all the other inmates without a second thought. He finally stopped when he was toe to toe with the American. “honestly, for a place known as hell, this place is very juvenile.”
“Just wait till after breakfast.” All thieves tensed at the unexpected voice. A girl standing at five foot with wide brown eyes with hazel, caramel, and chocolate flecks. She blinked him innocently behind the unruly strands of her chocolate brown hair. The rest was pulled back in a curly ponytail. She grinned and waved a fishnet fingerless glove clad hand at them. She was dressed in a pair of cut off camouflaged combat pants and a black spaghetti strapped top that stopped at the middle of her hips. Over the top she wore a fitted charcoal hoody. “Hi.”
“Hey, Amby.” Howard greeted.
The girl winced at the nickname and offered a strained smile. “Hi, Howy-kins.” She countered earning a wince of her own. She smirked in satisfaction before turning to the others. “Name’s Amber but you can call me Scarletty.”
“Duo.”
“Quatre.” ;
“Chef.”
“Wufei”
Each teen introduced himself offering a nod each.
“So what cha in for?” Amber asked curiously.
“Murder…thievery…I think…” Quatre listed looking to Duo for verification.
“All we know is that we’ll be dead by time we’re free.” The braided teen said rolling his eyes. He turned slowly realizing he was up next.
“That’s kinda like me, Kage, Maree and Nita. We’re the first females under twenty to be condemned here.”
“Hmmm?”
“You’ll meet them eventually.”
”So what are you convicted for?” Quatre asked. He watched as some type of opaque white soup with chunks of meat and vegetables was scooped into Duo’s bowl. It didn’t look half bad and it was steaming so it wasn’t hot. Maybe it wasn’t that bad. He moved up next.
“Arson, reeking havoc, thievery…ummm…I think that’s it…” Amber listed grabbing a bowl before Wufei could go up. The Chinese man only glared before taking his own bowl and moving on.
“No murder?” Chef asked as he took his own bowl.
"Maaaybe. You’d be looking for Nita for stuff like that though. Speaking of which that’s her over there. Looks like she got herself a table alone again. C’mon.” She waved them over as she walked towards the table.
Nita wasn’t too intimidating. Her hair was done up in braids going straight back on her head leaving her youthful face exposed. She wore a plain white beater that left her arms bare and the tattoo on her upper right arm exposed. It was a heart with a rose through it in full color. A banner went across the rose with her real name in it. Her lower half was clad in tattered jean cut offs. “Hey.” She greeted the other girl.
“Hey, these are the newbies.”
“Welcome to hell boys. I’m the hellraiser o’mega and this is one of my many partners in crime.” She pointed to Amber then looked around the room. “You'll meet the others later.” She shrugged and went back to staring down at her bowl.
“Got a lot on your mind, Nita?”
“Why, yes, Scarletty, I do.” Nita blinked and reached for her fork. “Ever wonder what it’d be like havin’ a normal life?” She asked. “If my mom hadn’t killed that guy and got exiled or whatever.”
“Hmm…I thought you didn’t like to look at the past.”
”I don’t. I’d rather live for the future but what future do I have now?” The girl shook her head suddenly. “Don’t mind me, I’m just…maybe a little morbidly depressed.” She blinked sluggishly at her bowl the looked up at the newcomers at her table. “Hey, Howwy.”
“Hey, Ne-ne, killed any guards lately?”
“No…they gave me this weird ass roommate though…”
”Serpent?” Duo ventured. Nita nodded. “He’s with the guy that came with us.” He explained. “I don’t trust him but that’s just me.”
“I hope he tries something. Can’t kill if I don’t have a reason.”
“You’re demonic.” Quatre stated. Again, the girl nodded.
“Shinigami’s shiryuu…that’s me. And I take it you’re Shinigami.” Nita said sitting back. Her catlike gaze was settled on Duo.
The braided boy only shrugged.
“So they bought death in with us. How fun it’ll be. Hmm…I wonder where Pebbles is.”
“He’s probably tried to rape another inmate.” Howard grumbled.
“I believe it.”
“Better eat up. The fun’s about to start.”
TBC.......
A/N: Woot! Fighting ahead and Pebble's reappearance. Maybe a few more fights too. And insertions....later.