Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Slavery Death And Rebirth ❯ Chapter 3
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By: GetsueiYaibaShiruba-hane 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.01.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 372 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.01.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 372 | Status: Work In Progress
I don’t own Gundam Wing.
Heero: baka Getsuei.
Getsuei: what?
Heero: I hate you.
Getsuei: you don’t even know what I plan on doing yet! How can you hate me?
Trowa: at least my Quatre is safe.
Getsuei: ::evil smirk:: for now Trowa, for now.
Wufei: you evil sadist.
Duo: n-nani?
Getsuei: don’t worry Duo. It’s none of your concern
Duo: umm… okay…
Quatre: you umm don’t plan on uhh doing anything particularly evil to me… do you? ::swallows::
Getsuei: not in this chapter. >.>
All: …
Heero: I hate you.
/thoughts/
‘what someone hears someone else say to themselves’
Lets see. Warnings, warnings, warnings. Do I need any warnings for this chapter? I don’t think I do… there might be strong language… might be mention of a violent past for a certain person, but I think that’s about it. Oh, and a nude boy…
Slavery Death and Rebirth
Chapter 3
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The doors to The Ragging Inferno exploded open, and a small naked body rushed through in a panic. “Heero!” it cried, “You have to leave! You can’t stay here anymore! It’s not safe.”
Heero’s eyes widened in shock at the bruised and bleeding boy rushing towards him. “Rath!?” he could smell the fear rolling of the boy in waves, and started trembling with a fear of his own.
“It’s not safe here!” the bleeding boy exclaimed again. His knees buckled and he fell against Heero.
A hand came down on his shoulder and Heero jumped visibly. Whipping his head around, he saw Jay beside him, a large towel in hand. Taking the towel quickly, Heero gently wrapped it around the naked boy’s waist. He looked back up at Jay, eye’s overwhelmed by fright. He couldn’t breath.
Trowa could smell the fear radiating off the two boys, as well as the black rage around the man who’d brought the towel. It had gone dead quiet inside the club with an air of waiting. Trowa stood and started moving around the table to the two, as Wufei did the same. Concern was evident in their eyes. Quatre was already reaching out to the injured boy in order to heal him.
Darkness filled the open door way as eleven men and a Neko entered.
“Heero, come out, come out were ever you are!” the Neko sang evilly.
Heero gasped out a sob and fell to his knees as Jay took up a fighting stance in front of them. He was shaking uncontrollably.
/What the hell is happening?/ Duo didn’t understand what was going on, but, whatever it was, he realized it was bad. Leaning forward to try and comfort a very distressed Heero, he heard the boy murmuring to himself through choked sobs., ‘No, please, no. I don’t want to go back, I don’t. Don’t let them take me. Please don’t let them take me. I’ll do anything if I can stay. I don’t want to go back…’
Duo’s blood ran cold through his veins, and he slowly looked up at the Neko who had spoken. He was about six foot six and had the same chocolate hair as Heero. That’s were the resemblance ended however. Huge muscles rippled over the mans arms and legs. His chest and abdomen were thick with the amount of muscle there. He wore a tight leather Speedo, and knee length leather boots. A whip hung easily from his waist. A whip that was still wet with blood.
Duo looked at the boy Quatre was gently healing in horror. /No. I-it can’t be… it’s just not possible./ he caught Quatre’s equally horrified expression.
“Heero, come out now or your blond friend dies.” the brown haired man held a tall bleeding Neko with long blond hair in the air by the throat.
Heero whimpered and struggled to his feet, his eyes overflowing with frightened tears. He took a shaky step forward, but stopped when a voice spoke from behind the man in the door way.
“You’re under arrest for disturbing the peace, violating a restraining order, and brutalizing a public servant. Now release my mate and step away.” a cold voice growled in displeasure. There was the distinct sound of a gun being cocked.
“I’ll be out within an hour.” the man with the whip pointed out calmly.
“I don’t give a fuck that you’ll be out with in an hour. I just want you out of my sight, and away from those I care about!” a tall Neko with Russet hair walked around the one with the whip, gun level with the man’s crotch. “Vice-commander, Une, please do the honors of arresting this man. Lieutenant Noin, escort this mans comrades to the precinct.”
“Sir!” two female voices chorused and set to work.
The blond Neko was put on his feet, but he promptly fell to the ground. The man with the whip was taken away moments later.
The russet haired man bent down and scooped the blond Neko into his arms. Walking over to the boys he sat in a chair and opened his arm to Heero for a hug.
Heero threw himself into the russet haired man’s embrace. Burying his face against the mans chest, he wept out his fear and relief.
Finished healing the frightened boy still on the ground, Quatre moved to the blond Neko.
Calmly, Jay stood upon the nearest table and spoke in a clear steady voice, “We the proprietors of The Ragging Inferno regret to announce that, due to unusual circumstances, we will be closing in ten minutes. During the intervening time we ask that you settle your bills and gather your things. Thank you.” he climbed down from the table, and, scooping the boy off the ground, strode over to the bar.
Soothing warmth seeped through his flesh and the blond Neko moaned as the fiery pain in his body subsided and disappeared. Slowly opening his eyes, he looked into kind blue eyes surrounded by blond hair. “Thank you, Demon-child.” he whispered, smiling gently.
“You’re welcome.” Quatre replied.
Sensing that Heero had cried himself dry, Treise squeezed his shoulders lightly, and said, “Heero, don’t you have something to say to this boy?”
Reluctantly, Heero raised his head and turned his puffy red eyes to the blond boy. “Thank you… for healing Rath and Zechs. It-it means a lot to me.”
Gently, Quatre reached out and ran the back of his fingers over Heero’s damp cheek. “I am Quatre Raberba Winner, and you are most welcome Heero Yuy.”
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Getsuei: see, it wasn’t that bad!
Heero: that’s from your stand point. ::sniffles::
Duo: Hee-chan? ::looks at Heero worried::
Wufei: O.O Heero? You okay?
Heero: no! I’m not okay! ::a tear escapes::
Quatre: Getsuei! What did you do to him?
Getsuei: nothing.
Trowa: yeah sure! Like making him cry is nothing?
Heero: I-I’m not crying!
Duo: O.o looks like you’re crying to me, Hee-chan.
Treise: come here Heero. I’ll protect you from her. :: hugs Heero tightly::
Getsuei: you forget I’m the writer Treise. I can do whatever I want to all of you.
Heero: I hate you Getsuei. I really do.
Getsuei: oh, but you’ll love me by the end.
All: I highly doubt it.
Getsuei: well, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Please review. ^_^ ( I really am evil)
Heero: baka Getsuei.
Getsuei: what?
Heero: I hate you.
Getsuei: you don’t even know what I plan on doing yet! How can you hate me?
Trowa: at least my Quatre is safe.
Getsuei: ::evil smirk:: for now Trowa, for now.
Wufei: you evil sadist.
Duo: n-nani?
Getsuei: don’t worry Duo. It’s none of your concern
Duo: umm… okay…
Quatre: you umm don’t plan on uhh doing anything particularly evil to me… do you? ::swallows::
Getsuei: not in this chapter. >.>
All: …
Heero: I hate you.
/thoughts/
‘what someone hears someone else say to themselves’
Lets see. Warnings, warnings, warnings. Do I need any warnings for this chapter? I don’t think I do… there might be strong language… might be mention of a violent past for a certain person, but I think that’s about it. Oh, and a nude boy…
Slavery Death and Rebirth
Chapter 3
________________________________________________________________ ________
The doors to The Ragging Inferno exploded open, and a small naked body rushed through in a panic. “Heero!” it cried, “You have to leave! You can’t stay here anymore! It’s not safe.”
Heero’s eyes widened in shock at the bruised and bleeding boy rushing towards him. “Rath!?” he could smell the fear rolling of the boy in waves, and started trembling with a fear of his own.
“It’s not safe here!” the bleeding boy exclaimed again. His knees buckled and he fell against Heero.
A hand came down on his shoulder and Heero jumped visibly. Whipping his head around, he saw Jay beside him, a large towel in hand. Taking the towel quickly, Heero gently wrapped it around the naked boy’s waist. He looked back up at Jay, eye’s overwhelmed by fright. He couldn’t breath.
Trowa could smell the fear radiating off the two boys, as well as the black rage around the man who’d brought the towel. It had gone dead quiet inside the club with an air of waiting. Trowa stood and started moving around the table to the two, as Wufei did the same. Concern was evident in their eyes. Quatre was already reaching out to the injured boy in order to heal him.
Darkness filled the open door way as eleven men and a Neko entered.
“Heero, come out, come out were ever you are!” the Neko sang evilly.
Heero gasped out a sob and fell to his knees as Jay took up a fighting stance in front of them. He was shaking uncontrollably.
/What the hell is happening?/ Duo didn’t understand what was going on, but, whatever it was, he realized it was bad. Leaning forward to try and comfort a very distressed Heero, he heard the boy murmuring to himself through choked sobs., ‘No, please, no. I don’t want to go back, I don’t. Don’t let them take me. Please don’t let them take me. I’ll do anything if I can stay. I don’t want to go back…’
Duo’s blood ran cold through his veins, and he slowly looked up at the Neko who had spoken. He was about six foot six and had the same chocolate hair as Heero. That’s were the resemblance ended however. Huge muscles rippled over the mans arms and legs. His chest and abdomen were thick with the amount of muscle there. He wore a tight leather Speedo, and knee length leather boots. A whip hung easily from his waist. A whip that was still wet with blood.
Duo looked at the boy Quatre was gently healing in horror. /No. I-it can’t be… it’s just not possible./ he caught Quatre’s equally horrified expression.
“Heero, come out now or your blond friend dies.” the brown haired man held a tall bleeding Neko with long blond hair in the air by the throat.
Heero whimpered and struggled to his feet, his eyes overflowing with frightened tears. He took a shaky step forward, but stopped when a voice spoke from behind the man in the door way.
“You’re under arrest for disturbing the peace, violating a restraining order, and brutalizing a public servant. Now release my mate and step away.” a cold voice growled in displeasure. There was the distinct sound of a gun being cocked.
“I’ll be out within an hour.” the man with the whip pointed out calmly.
“I don’t give a fuck that you’ll be out with in an hour. I just want you out of my sight, and away from those I care about!” a tall Neko with Russet hair walked around the one with the whip, gun level with the man’s crotch. “Vice-commander, Une, please do the honors of arresting this man. Lieutenant Noin, escort this mans comrades to the precinct.”
“Sir!” two female voices chorused and set to work.
The blond Neko was put on his feet, but he promptly fell to the ground. The man with the whip was taken away moments later.
The russet haired man bent down and scooped the blond Neko into his arms. Walking over to the boys he sat in a chair and opened his arm to Heero for a hug.
Heero threw himself into the russet haired man’s embrace. Burying his face against the mans chest, he wept out his fear and relief.
Finished healing the frightened boy still on the ground, Quatre moved to the blond Neko.
Calmly, Jay stood upon the nearest table and spoke in a clear steady voice, “We the proprietors of The Ragging Inferno regret to announce that, due to unusual circumstances, we will be closing in ten minutes. During the intervening time we ask that you settle your bills and gather your things. Thank you.” he climbed down from the table, and, scooping the boy off the ground, strode over to the bar.
Soothing warmth seeped through his flesh and the blond Neko moaned as the fiery pain in his body subsided and disappeared. Slowly opening his eyes, he looked into kind blue eyes surrounded by blond hair. “Thank you, Demon-child.” he whispered, smiling gently.
“You’re welcome.” Quatre replied.
Sensing that Heero had cried himself dry, Treise squeezed his shoulders lightly, and said, “Heero, don’t you have something to say to this boy?”
Reluctantly, Heero raised his head and turned his puffy red eyes to the blond boy. “Thank you… for healing Rath and Zechs. It-it means a lot to me.”
Gently, Quatre reached out and ran the back of his fingers over Heero’s damp cheek. “I am Quatre Raberba Winner, and you are most welcome Heero Yuy.”
______________________________________________________ __________________
Getsuei: see, it wasn’t that bad!
Heero: that’s from your stand point. ::sniffles::
Duo: Hee-chan? ::looks at Heero worried::
Wufei: O.O Heero? You okay?
Heero: no! I’m not okay! ::a tear escapes::
Quatre: Getsuei! What did you do to him?
Getsuei: nothing.
Trowa: yeah sure! Like making him cry is nothing?
Heero: I-I’m not crying!
Duo: O.o looks like you’re crying to me, Hee-chan.
Treise: come here Heero. I’ll protect you from her. :: hugs Heero tightly::
Getsuei: you forget I’m the writer Treise. I can do whatever I want to all of you.
Heero: I hate you Getsuei. I really do.
Getsuei: oh, but you’ll love me by the end.
All: I highly doubt it.
Getsuei: well, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Please review. ^_^ ( I really am evil)