Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Revolution ❯ Chapter 9
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By: gundam06serenity 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Romance / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.12.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 310 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Romance / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.12.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 310 | Status: Completed
Silent Revolution – Chapter Nine – Arrival
Violet-indigo starred dully, gaze completely void of emotions, face blank, into the darkness of his small metal prison.
His new cell was not unlike his old. However, it’s inhabitant had changed, almost beyond recognition.
Flashback
“I’m so sorry to see you go, my lovely” A large, soft hand stroked a bruise mottled, cracked cheek. He pulled the needle from the soft flesh of his arm, wiping at the small trickle of blood that wound its way down his pale, limp arm.
They had been keeping him drugged for almost a week, locked away in the medbay, in a small, private room. Clinical, far too white, harshly light, and with that god-awful chemical smell that only doctors and hospitals seemed to be able to produce. Pure bliss, if not for one little thing; the good doctor, although the only one, had still been allowed access to him.
They needed to make sure that he was at least somewhat presentable. What could be healed in a week would have to make do, the rest, hidden, in case of an enquiry. Unlikely, but still a possibility. Better to cover one’s own tracks than to take unnecessary risks.
“But orders are orders” he let out a sigh, tracing the pale, plump lips with his fingertips. Placing the syringe down, he allowed his hands to fall, softly gliding over a half-covered chest, lightly tracing pebbled nipples with the tips of his nails. He pinched and plucked at them, watching with smug satisfaction as they turned from a milky, dusty pale to glowing cherry. He abandoned them with a mournful heart, pouting faintly at being denied the chance to play with his toy one last time.
Sharp eyes caught sight of a flint of silver, peeking out from beneath the loose fabric.
“A parting gift-to remember you by” He smirked softly, as he took the chain and cross from around the delicate neck, faint traces of bruising still healing. He pocked the well-worn, loved chain without a second thought.
Quickly, efficiently, methodically, he buttoned up the new white cotton shirt-new, as in new for his patient, not newly bought. Another ‘generous donation’ from the god doctor. Flimsy white shorts, barely resting at upper-mid thigh, clung to his hips. He had no underwear or shoes, and now, no jewellery.
His hair, still a filthy, tangled mess, hung in a half-hearted attempt at a braid, the end fastened with a rubber band. Yet another example of the good doctors work. He didn’t want them-any of them, looking at his little angel with his hair down.
Had he been able to think coherently, he may have preferred being nude to clothed, for all the god that those clothes did to cover him.
“Perhaps you will be fortunate enough to be in the care of someone, like myself, who will appreciate your beauty, and treat you as I have.”
End of Flashback
He had expected an attempt at rescue, or, most likely, a termination. Either would have been preferable to what had happened.
Boarding the shuttle had not been a problem; being sedated, strapped to a stretcher and under the watchful eyes of eight remotely competent soldiers assured that. He was vaguely aware of the conversations, the movements, the smells around him, he just could not more, not see more than a blur.
During launch, there had been no problems. The soldiers had quickly lost their interest in watching the unmoving teen, instead talking to each other rowdily.
During the twelve-hour shuttle flight, there were no problems. Not so much as a sighting of a mobile-suit, friend or foe, not even any notable, drifting debris from a long-past mobile suit battle.
Entry into the Earth’s atmosphere was as turbulent as to be expected, the most notable event being one of the soldiers-a colony born man in his mid twenties, on his first trip to Earth, forgetting to secure himself into his seat properly. From the sickening crack and the warm, sticky flecks that he could faintly feel on his exposed skin, Duo would hazard a guess that the young man’s first trip Earth side would also be his last.
Had this have happened weeks earlier, he would have winced uncomfortably at the easily made amateur mistake, before making a joke about pitying the poor sod who would have to fill out the young lad’s death certificate and the incident report. Had this have happened weeks earlier, he wouldn’t have been in the state, both physically and mentally, that he was in.
The landing went off without a hitch, the body, miraculously not knocking anyone out when it slid sharply across the cabin, becoming, thankfully, lodged towards one end of the cabin.
The transfer was simple, a new doctor, this time with short, pitch black hair, tanned, caramel skin and eyes like jade, roughly but professionally inserted yet another needle into the damaged vein in his upper arm, those of his lower arm having been too badly damaged to be used for quite some time, injecting him with a dose of sedatives.
In a blur of lights, endless metal corridors, low harsh voices and faint, muffled boots, he was in his cell.
The door closed with a resounding clang.
It stayed that way for near-one six hours.
New guards came to introduce themselves.
They were not interrupted.
It wasn’t until the early hours of the next morning, or so he would assume, having no way to tell what time of the day it was in his windowless prison, that he thought about it.
Nothing. They had not even tried, not even attempted anything. No rescue attempt, no assassination attempt. Nothing.
The faint, last clinging spark of hope in those expressive violet eyes flickered and died that morning.
Another month passed.
The guards revealed themselves, unbelievably, to be even rougher and more brutal than before. It didn’t matter to him anymore. He had begun his retreat.
As his hope had died, he clung to his few happy memories, mainly of his time with the other pilots, the early days. But all too soon they too faded, leaving the horror of the present, and the nightmares the guards left him with.
Faint memories drifted across his semi-conscious mind, the pain and the drugs constantly affecting him.
A boy with long, dirty, shaggy blond hair and deep green eyes, giving him a name, protection, love...so? Sol? Slow?.... A pretty lady, dressed like a penguin...something about hair...her hair? His hair?...a silver...something...he couldn’t...quite...remember...
Soon, soon it would be too late. Soon he would pass the point of no return.
Luckily for him, fate was having an off day, and, in a way, decided to give him a break, in one of the most unusual, unsuspected ways.
To Be Continued
Authors Notes – Short and late. Apologies. It’s a quarter past midnight here. I haven’t started the next chapter of Somewhere I belong yet. Its due in a few hours. Gah. Any gaiaonline users who want to talk (I’m bored xD) feel free to pm me at: Ladyshi
Anyone got a good fic recommendation? Pref. Naruto, Harry Potter (without HBP or DH spoilers), GDW, LotR (Figwit!), BtVS/AtS, or anything really that’s long xD ._. my brain is melting from the boredom. Help?
Violet-indigo starred dully, gaze completely void of emotions, face blank, into the darkness of his small metal prison.
His new cell was not unlike his old. However, it’s inhabitant had changed, almost beyond recognition.
Flashback
“I’m so sorry to see you go, my lovely” A large, soft hand stroked a bruise mottled, cracked cheek. He pulled the needle from the soft flesh of his arm, wiping at the small trickle of blood that wound its way down his pale, limp arm.
They had been keeping him drugged for almost a week, locked away in the medbay, in a small, private room. Clinical, far too white, harshly light, and with that god-awful chemical smell that only doctors and hospitals seemed to be able to produce. Pure bliss, if not for one little thing; the good doctor, although the only one, had still been allowed access to him.
They needed to make sure that he was at least somewhat presentable. What could be healed in a week would have to make do, the rest, hidden, in case of an enquiry. Unlikely, but still a possibility. Better to cover one’s own tracks than to take unnecessary risks.
“But orders are orders” he let out a sigh, tracing the pale, plump lips with his fingertips. Placing the syringe down, he allowed his hands to fall, softly gliding over a half-covered chest, lightly tracing pebbled nipples with the tips of his nails. He pinched and plucked at them, watching with smug satisfaction as they turned from a milky, dusty pale to glowing cherry. He abandoned them with a mournful heart, pouting faintly at being denied the chance to play with his toy one last time.
Sharp eyes caught sight of a flint of silver, peeking out from beneath the loose fabric.
“A parting gift-to remember you by” He smirked softly, as he took the chain and cross from around the delicate neck, faint traces of bruising still healing. He pocked the well-worn, loved chain without a second thought.
Quickly, efficiently, methodically, he buttoned up the new white cotton shirt-new, as in new for his patient, not newly bought. Another ‘generous donation’ from the god doctor. Flimsy white shorts, barely resting at upper-mid thigh, clung to his hips. He had no underwear or shoes, and now, no jewellery.
His hair, still a filthy, tangled mess, hung in a half-hearted attempt at a braid, the end fastened with a rubber band. Yet another example of the good doctors work. He didn’t want them-any of them, looking at his little angel with his hair down.
Had he been able to think coherently, he may have preferred being nude to clothed, for all the god that those clothes did to cover him.
“Perhaps you will be fortunate enough to be in the care of someone, like myself, who will appreciate your beauty, and treat you as I have.”
End of Flashback
He had expected an attempt at rescue, or, most likely, a termination. Either would have been preferable to what had happened.
Boarding the shuttle had not been a problem; being sedated, strapped to a stretcher and under the watchful eyes of eight remotely competent soldiers assured that. He was vaguely aware of the conversations, the movements, the smells around him, he just could not more, not see more than a blur.
During launch, there had been no problems. The soldiers had quickly lost their interest in watching the unmoving teen, instead talking to each other rowdily.
During the twelve-hour shuttle flight, there were no problems. Not so much as a sighting of a mobile-suit, friend or foe, not even any notable, drifting debris from a long-past mobile suit battle.
Entry into the Earth’s atmosphere was as turbulent as to be expected, the most notable event being one of the soldiers-a colony born man in his mid twenties, on his first trip to Earth, forgetting to secure himself into his seat properly. From the sickening crack and the warm, sticky flecks that he could faintly feel on his exposed skin, Duo would hazard a guess that the young man’s first trip Earth side would also be his last.
Had this have happened weeks earlier, he would have winced uncomfortably at the easily made amateur mistake, before making a joke about pitying the poor sod who would have to fill out the young lad’s death certificate and the incident report. Had this have happened weeks earlier, he wouldn’t have been in the state, both physically and mentally, that he was in.
The landing went off without a hitch, the body, miraculously not knocking anyone out when it slid sharply across the cabin, becoming, thankfully, lodged towards one end of the cabin.
The transfer was simple, a new doctor, this time with short, pitch black hair, tanned, caramel skin and eyes like jade, roughly but professionally inserted yet another needle into the damaged vein in his upper arm, those of his lower arm having been too badly damaged to be used for quite some time, injecting him with a dose of sedatives.
In a blur of lights, endless metal corridors, low harsh voices and faint, muffled boots, he was in his cell.
The door closed with a resounding clang.
It stayed that way for near-one six hours.
New guards came to introduce themselves.
They were not interrupted.
It wasn’t until the early hours of the next morning, or so he would assume, having no way to tell what time of the day it was in his windowless prison, that he thought about it.
Nothing. They had not even tried, not even attempted anything. No rescue attempt, no assassination attempt. Nothing.
The faint, last clinging spark of hope in those expressive violet eyes flickered and died that morning.
Another month passed.
The guards revealed themselves, unbelievably, to be even rougher and more brutal than before. It didn’t matter to him anymore. He had begun his retreat.
As his hope had died, he clung to his few happy memories, mainly of his time with the other pilots, the early days. But all too soon they too faded, leaving the horror of the present, and the nightmares the guards left him with.
Faint memories drifted across his semi-conscious mind, the pain and the drugs constantly affecting him.
A boy with long, dirty, shaggy blond hair and deep green eyes, giving him a name, protection, love...so? Sol? Slow?.... A pretty lady, dressed like a penguin...something about hair...her hair? His hair?...a silver...something...he couldn’t...quite...remember...
Soon, soon it would be too late. Soon he would pass the point of no return.
Luckily for him, fate was having an off day, and, in a way, decided to give him a break, in one of the most unusual, unsuspected ways.
To Be Continued
Authors Notes – Short and late. Apologies. It’s a quarter past midnight here. I haven’t started the next chapter of Somewhere I belong yet. Its due in a few hours. Gah. Any gaiaonline users who want to talk (I’m bored xD) feel free to pm me at: Ladyshi
Anyone got a good fic recommendation? Pref. Naruto, Harry Potter (without HBP or DH spoilers), GDW, LotR (Figwit!), BtVS/AtS, or anything really that’s long xD ._. my brain is melting from the boredom. Help?