Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Retribution ❯ Chapter 30

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.

 

 

 

Chapter 30:

 

“So what are you really in for?” Quatre asked. He eyed his browned eyed cellmate lazily as she stared off into space.

 

“Set a fire, killed some guys that killed a friend of mine, stole over a thousand dollars worth of museum artifact, which they can't find might I add, and driving on a suspended license.” Amber ticked each offense off carefully. When the list was complete she grinned over at Quatre. “So tell me something about yourself.” She prompted.

 

“Nothing much to tell.” Quatre said returning the grin. “Suspended license huh?” He raised an eyebrow and chuckled lightly to himself. “You're…different, I'll give you that.”

 

“Thanks. So what made you want to go into the illegal gig type thing?”

 

“Nothing, just realized what jip the government was and how they only helped the people with money.”

 

“Oh, you sound kind of like Jason.”

 

“Who's that?”

 

“That was my friend that died. He was…always talking about how the government was supposed to be for the people but in reality it's only for those who have enough money and power to control it who are worth giving a shit about.”

 

“How'd he die?”

 

“He got real sick while we were staying on earthside. I think the place used to be called Manhattan before all this colony shit started. Well, anyways, he got sick and we went to a clinic to get him cured. There were military people there for whatever reason and a few government officials promoting some vaccine.

 

We went in thinking they'd help us out. Never mind the fact we didn't have any money. We still went. We…we asked them for the vaccine and you know the first thing they asked for? Money. They asked for money and we told them we didn't have any. Then they laughed.

 

They told us that without money you have no life so there was no point in curing a worthless youth. They were wrong, ya know. Jason could draw, paint, write, do taxes…he'd started a novel when he was thirteen. Said it was gonna be done by time he reached his nineteenth year.”

 

Amber paused there glaring sadly but just as angrily at the ceiling. Tears had gathered at the corners of her eyes but she took no heed to them.

”The novel was called Transpiring Redemption. It was all about his illness and how the doctors in the story helped the main character get better without even a thought of getting anything in return. So fucking ironic.

 

Those pigs turned us away. Then the soldiers that had been there found us for some more laughs. They told Jason if he'd give one of the guys a blowjob they'd sneak him the vaccine. Jason was….he was too proud for that so they said they'd settle for me. He wouldn't let them have me so they beat him. Pretty bad too. I hardly recognized him by time it was all over. He didn't even survive long enough for me to take him back to our dump of a home. He died and I had to leave him to rot on the sidewalk.”

 

“I'm sorry.” Quatre said when he figured the girl wouldn't continue.

 

“Don't be. Later on that night, I set that clinic on fire with the doctors and nurses inside. They cried for help but why should I have helped them? They didn't want to help Jason. They had laughed and turned him away. I killed the soldiers and I killed the officials that were there too. They all died. Just like Jason did only I don't think they went through nearly enough pain.”

 

“That's often the problem. Death is too wonderful of a gift to give to people who have taken a loved one away.”

 

“You speaking from experience?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“So, you're that Quatre guy from Winner Corp?”

 

The Arabian tensed at the sudden question. His eyes unconsciously went to the hazel eyed girl.

 

“Don't act so surprised.”

 

“Other people wouldn't know about that.”

 

“I've got connections.”

 

“How so?”

 

“Well, do you remember a CEO by the name of Dekim Barton?”

 

“Umm…yeah but he passed away when I was about fifteen.”

 

“Well, he was killed….by Nita. Trowa killed his son.”

 

At the mention of Trowa's name Quatre bulked. “How do you know him?”

 

“He was part of a mercenary team that got betrayed by one of its members. As a result they all were sentenced to life on L9 in the red zone. No human contact, in a cell like this for twenty-four hours a day.”

 

“Wait…you mean…but…”

 

“I know. They gave each mercenary an option to become an agent after four years. Trowa was about sixteen when he agreed to it.”

 

“You mean he was twelve when he was killing people?”

 

“Yup, Trowa's not even his real name either but I don't know why I'm telling you his personal information like this.”

 

“Keep going.”

 

Amber yawned and stretched before resuming her position. “Hn. Nita was ten when she joined up with them. Her guardian was pissing her off to no end trying to marry her off to some asshole almost twice her age or something. Fucking psycho. Anyways, they came across this informant who wanted to off Barton so they gave the mission to the `pipsqueaks'. And boy did they do a good job.”

 

“But that's not enough to get life is it?”

 

“Hmm…They took out the Noventa family too. They were supposed to be some big shot peacekeeping thingy from what I was told. They got caught when they went to the next targets, the Peacecrafts. Oh well, ya know.”

 

“This all sounds really vague. Why aren't any of you an agent?”

 

“Because I just now turned 18, so has Nita, and the age you can volunteer has gone up to 20 since then. Besides fighting here is kinda fun anyways.”

 

“So how long did it take you to get used to the gravity here?”

 

“Three months only because they had it on 25g when I first came. I'd only been trained in up to 10g.”

 

“Damn.”

”I know.”

 

****

 

“No point in glaring.” Duo drawled watching Heero from where he sat on his bed.

 

Heero's scowl only deepened. “I can't believe they threw us in here. Talim has claustrophobia and this place is like a fucking tomb…”

 

“You're more concerned about him than yourself from what I'm hearing.”

 

“Someone has to.” The Japanese teen countered moving to lie in his bed. “He's reckless and suicidal despite what everyone thinks. Something's….broke inside him and he's not in any rush to fix it…”

 

“Speaking from experience?”

 

Blue met red in thick darkness. Heero was the first to look away shaking his head ruefully. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

 

“I've seen the same look in your eyes as your friend. Don't try to hide it. You're just as bad off as he is so you focus yourself on his problems rather than your own.”

 

“And how do you know all of this?” Heero sneered. What the violet eyed man was saying was so close to being true in some vague way it was scary. Because of this, he was getting irritated. How could he not know why he was getting upset about something he didn't understand.

 

“He woke you up from something.” Duo continued undeterred. “He woke you up because that's the only thing you remember. You said the first thing you remember is a redhead covered in blood having just killed his father.” Slowly, the thief locked eyes with his roommate. “You're hiding from something whether it's consciously or unconsciously.”

 

“Urasai!” Heero finally snapped resisting the urge to cover his ears. //Kaa-san, nani ga okotteiru no?// Otchisuke, chibi// He shuddered violently hearing the melodious voice of a woman he didn't know. He bit his lip to stifle what felt like a whimper from sounding.

 

“You okay?”

 

“Just leave me alone.”

 

 

 

 

TBC……

 

A/N: Oookay. Should I translate? Ummmm……nah, not until I get the whole of Heero's past out there. Right now you'll get snippets. Enjoy!!