Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sufferance ❯ Prologue
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Arigatomina 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Hentai / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.08.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 628 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Hentai / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.08.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 628 | Status: Work In Progress
Category: AU, Gundam Wing, Yaoi
Pairings: will be 1x2, 5x2, 1x5x2, 3x4
Warnings: minor angst at best
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
Complete Archive: www.geocities.com/arigatomina
Sufferance
Prologue
***date???***
"You are certain of this?" The man's voice was low, his dark eyes darting again to the door through which he could hear low moans and the sound of someone moving.
"I know he *believes* he is possessed by something," the priest said softly, his wide eyes damp. "We've done everything we can for him, we tried to convince him he was deluded. That's when the marks appeared."
"Let me see them. If it *is* a case, I'll begin immediately."
The priest nodded quickly, but he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket when he reached for the doorknob. "The temperature fluctuates. It was so hot I had to undress him earlier, then it dropped to below freezing. In a matter of seconds."
"That's a sign," the other man said, his hands curling around his bible as he straightened his dark sash. "Open the door, Father."
"Yes..."
As soon as the door opened, the sounds inside the room stopped, and the tall man's eyes widened when candles suddenly burst into flames around the room. They were everywhere, but the only occupant was still on the bed, his face an expression of misery. A glance at the priest showed that this was nothing out of the normal, and he raised an eyebrow at him.
"He kept saying it wanted out. That he has to keep it in, but it wants out." The man's face was pale, and he stared at the floor, making no move to enter the room. "I cannot go in."
"Stay, then." The tall man took three steps forward, and he couldn't stop himself from jumping lightly when the door slammed shut behind him. Then the figure on the bed let out a scream and he stared at him. He'd seen pictures of the boy, knew he was not more than nine years old, but the mass of hair on the bed was abnormally long. And the boy's muscles were tensed so much that the cloths tying him down seemed to be straining from the tension in them.
"NO! I won't let go! I won't let you--"
The man swallowed sharply as the boy's scream was cut off, his thin body clenching as he moaned from what sounded like horrible pain. "Duo..." The name came to him easily as he'd heard much about the case before he'd decided to check on it for himself. At his whisper, the boy stilled, and he opened his eyes. They glowed with a violet light that made him want to run for the door.
"Please...don't let it out..." The boy choked, and then his expression changed suddenly, his eyes dimming as a small smile curved his lips. "I don't know what's wrong with me," the boy said, his voice completely changed as he sighed. "The Father told me I have a split personality, but I can't seem to help myself. Please, you could help me, couldn't you?"
Blinking at the abrupt change, the man walked to the edge of the bed, noting the clear gaze as the boy turned his head to look at him. "You want me to do this, then? And how would it help? If it isn't a demon, then why would you need this?"
"Because nothing else has worked," Duo remarked, his smile sad as he closed his eyes. "And I scare myself."
It was lying. This much was obvious, and the man found himself focusing on the boy's hands, those thin wrists tied securely to the bedposts. His hands were clenched so tightly that the knuckles had turned white. "Who are you?"
"You're quick, I'll give you that." The formerly cheerful voice grew soft, and Duo's smile was evil. "You don't need to know my name, he hasn't given me one yet. But he will. Once you free him, of course."
"Free him...the boy..."
Duo gasped suddenly, his body shaking and he blinked rapidly before gazing at the man standing beside him. Violet eyes widened. "Oh no...please no...." The man's gaze was dim, but his movements were fluid as he slowly opened the book he held. "Wake up! Stop!" The man's soft voice made his body burn, and Duo screamed as he pulled uselessly at the straps holding him down. "You don't know what you're doing! Stop! I won't let you *do* this!" The man didn't so much as blink, then the boy felt it, lifting from him, that presence. "NO! I won't let you go!!!"
It was the unearthly scream that made the priest enter the room, and he had to leap back as the door was blown off its hinges. Then he gave a cry of terror as he stared at the boy. His face was ashen, his expression one of extreme effort, and his hands were curled in front of him, the straps hanging limp from his wrists. Palms facing his neck, Duo's head was tilted back so his closed eyes were raised to the ceiling, and he was shaking. But he wasn't breathing.
"Duo!?" The priest ran forward, bypassing the tall man, whose words still flowed out, echoing in the room. The screeches somehow quieter than them, and they weren't coming from the boy. He didn't think as he reached the boy who sat on the bed, and he slapped him with all the strength in his body. The sound was like a thunderclap, then the ceiling blew outward and two males cowered from the deafening laughter, the third dead when he hit the floor.
"Oh God...I tried...so...hard...I'm sorry..." The light blue sky visible through the gaping hole grew dark, purplish black storm clouds churning suddenly. "Forgive me...? Please..."
***6yrs, 6mnths, 6days later--actual date?--don't know yet...***
The wars had started with a suddenness that was uncanny, but those left alive afterward were too stricken to wonder what had gone wrong. No nation was spared as even those who refused to choose sides were cleared with the growing chaos. Atomic bombs did most of the damage, as it seemed even the smaller seemingly weak countries suddenly found themselves with the weapons. In the beginning, it was as if a madness had come over the people, those few who were left with the ability to think rationally were either snuffed or sent into hiding. The rest were bloodthirsty, and they annihilated their enemies.
Then, six and a half years later, the war was suddenly over. No one knew what had ended it any more than why it had started in the first place, but the ravaged remains of the world's cities were searched slowly by the survivors. And slowly, the remaining population was gathered together. So few, and without their technology, even these died as people were lost to simple sickness and accidents. But there were survivors, and some were leaders. Some...were the ones who'd driven the war on...and these were the ones who came to rule what was left of the world.
* * *
TBC
Pairings: will be 1x2, 5x2, 1x5x2, 3x4
Warnings: minor angst at best
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
Complete Archive: www.geocities.com/arigatomina
Sufferance
Prologue
***date???***
"You are certain of this?" The man's voice was low, his dark eyes darting again to the door through which he could hear low moans and the sound of someone moving.
"I know he *believes* he is possessed by something," the priest said softly, his wide eyes damp. "We've done everything we can for him, we tried to convince him he was deluded. That's when the marks appeared."
"Let me see them. If it *is* a case, I'll begin immediately."
The priest nodded quickly, but he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket when he reached for the doorknob. "The temperature fluctuates. It was so hot I had to undress him earlier, then it dropped to below freezing. In a matter of seconds."
"That's a sign," the other man said, his hands curling around his bible as he straightened his dark sash. "Open the door, Father."
"Yes..."
As soon as the door opened, the sounds inside the room stopped, and the tall man's eyes widened when candles suddenly burst into flames around the room. They were everywhere, but the only occupant was still on the bed, his face an expression of misery. A glance at the priest showed that this was nothing out of the normal, and he raised an eyebrow at him.
"He kept saying it wanted out. That he has to keep it in, but it wants out." The man's face was pale, and he stared at the floor, making no move to enter the room. "I cannot go in."
"Stay, then." The tall man took three steps forward, and he couldn't stop himself from jumping lightly when the door slammed shut behind him. Then the figure on the bed let out a scream and he stared at him. He'd seen pictures of the boy, knew he was not more than nine years old, but the mass of hair on the bed was abnormally long. And the boy's muscles were tensed so much that the cloths tying him down seemed to be straining from the tension in them.
"NO! I won't let go! I won't let you--"
The man swallowed sharply as the boy's scream was cut off, his thin body clenching as he moaned from what sounded like horrible pain. "Duo..." The name came to him easily as he'd heard much about the case before he'd decided to check on it for himself. At his whisper, the boy stilled, and he opened his eyes. They glowed with a violet light that made him want to run for the door.
"Please...don't let it out..." The boy choked, and then his expression changed suddenly, his eyes dimming as a small smile curved his lips. "I don't know what's wrong with me," the boy said, his voice completely changed as he sighed. "The Father told me I have a split personality, but I can't seem to help myself. Please, you could help me, couldn't you?"
Blinking at the abrupt change, the man walked to the edge of the bed, noting the clear gaze as the boy turned his head to look at him. "You want me to do this, then? And how would it help? If it isn't a demon, then why would you need this?"
"Because nothing else has worked," Duo remarked, his smile sad as he closed his eyes. "And I scare myself."
It was lying. This much was obvious, and the man found himself focusing on the boy's hands, those thin wrists tied securely to the bedposts. His hands were clenched so tightly that the knuckles had turned white. "Who are you?"
"You're quick, I'll give you that." The formerly cheerful voice grew soft, and Duo's smile was evil. "You don't need to know my name, he hasn't given me one yet. But he will. Once you free him, of course."
"Free him...the boy..."
Duo gasped suddenly, his body shaking and he blinked rapidly before gazing at the man standing beside him. Violet eyes widened. "Oh no...please no...." The man's gaze was dim, but his movements were fluid as he slowly opened the book he held. "Wake up! Stop!" The man's soft voice made his body burn, and Duo screamed as he pulled uselessly at the straps holding him down. "You don't know what you're doing! Stop! I won't let you *do* this!" The man didn't so much as blink, then the boy felt it, lifting from him, that presence. "NO! I won't let you go!!!"
It was the unearthly scream that made the priest enter the room, and he had to leap back as the door was blown off its hinges. Then he gave a cry of terror as he stared at the boy. His face was ashen, his expression one of extreme effort, and his hands were curled in front of him, the straps hanging limp from his wrists. Palms facing his neck, Duo's head was tilted back so his closed eyes were raised to the ceiling, and he was shaking. But he wasn't breathing.
"Duo!?" The priest ran forward, bypassing the tall man, whose words still flowed out, echoing in the room. The screeches somehow quieter than them, and they weren't coming from the boy. He didn't think as he reached the boy who sat on the bed, and he slapped him with all the strength in his body. The sound was like a thunderclap, then the ceiling blew outward and two males cowered from the deafening laughter, the third dead when he hit the floor.
"Oh God...I tried...so...hard...I'm sorry..." The light blue sky visible through the gaping hole grew dark, purplish black storm clouds churning suddenly. "Forgive me...? Please..."
***6yrs, 6mnths, 6days later--actual date?--don't know yet...***
The wars had started with a suddenness that was uncanny, but those left alive afterward were too stricken to wonder what had gone wrong. No nation was spared as even those who refused to choose sides were cleared with the growing chaos. Atomic bombs did most of the damage, as it seemed even the smaller seemingly weak countries suddenly found themselves with the weapons. In the beginning, it was as if a madness had come over the people, those few who were left with the ability to think rationally were either snuffed or sent into hiding. The rest were bloodthirsty, and they annihilated their enemies.
Then, six and a half years later, the war was suddenly over. No one knew what had ended it any more than why it had started in the first place, but the ravaged remains of the world's cities were searched slowly by the survivors. And slowly, the remaining population was gathered together. So few, and without their technology, even these died as people were lost to simple sickness and accidents. But there were survivors, and some were leaders. Some...were the ones who'd driven the war on...and these were the ones who came to rule what was left of the world.
* * *
TBC