Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Aftermath ❯ Chapter 3
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Spider_Queen 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / / Drama / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.23.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 667 | Visits: 356 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / / Drama / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.23.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 667 | Visits: 356 | Status: Completed
Quatre lay on the ground shivering from a cold that seeped into his bones; froze his very mind. It was a cold that made his injusries-both new and old-ache and the scars that criss-crossed his pale body stand out as though they'd been painted on. The cold and pain though was little compaired to the never-ending lonliness and desperation that had invaded the blond's soul. He felt so lost, so uncared for...questions that the Arabian had tried so hard to shove away once again invaded his mind. Why was he with the people he was with? Why did they cause him so much pain? Why hadn't people found him yet?
Stifling tears and whimpers, the Gundam pilot turned onto his side, curling himself into as small of a ball as possible. He had once again been shut in a stone room, bare skinned...the grimy dirt beneath him and the dark night skly visable above him-though a grate and several feet of harsh wall seperated him from that freedom*.
The ground seemed unusually harsh beneath Quatre's bare body-each little bump in the dirt seemed to be mountains; each grain of sand was like a nail against his skin. Had he grown more sensitive? Unlikely...but he had grown used to a certain amount of luxery, mixed in with the sheer pain of being Gabriel's toy.
That's what Quatre had become, the blond realized morosely. The plaything of a dark sadist, who hid his cruelty beneath a mask of elegance and caring eyes. Deceptive eyes.
Quatre shivered more violently as the dark eyes materilised themselves in his mind. Even in moments of solitude, with things such as cold and pain to distract him, Quatre couldn't escape those eyes. They had long ago replaced the face of his one time lover, the emerald eyes that had once held him captive. Emerald eyes that the blond could no longer picture, no matter how hard he tried.
Had the old Quatre died so soon? Was he really a different person, simply in denial of that fact? Had he truly been rebuilt so soon by Gabriel, or was he floating, oblivious, in a sea of non-existance? Was he clay that his master could mold and shape to his will? He had said the words, he had given in...He had shed tears of pain, shed tears for his own lost self...lost self. yes, Quatre was lost forever now-wasn't he?
"No...no..." the Arabian whispered into this chest, tears building in his eyes, shaking his head against the thoughts. "I'm still myself...I'm still myself...I have to be. I'm still myself..."
'Yes Master'....he'd said the words, though. He'd given up, surrendered himself in every form of the word. He didn't fight. He didn't argue. 'Yes Master'....yes Master....he could hear himself saying the words as dutifully as Gabriel's little goons did. Yes Master...his head was down when he spoke those words, like a puppy scolded for chewing a slipper. yes Master...like the dark eyes, Quatre could not escape those words. Like Gabriel's dark eyes, Quatre could not stand those words. 'Yes Master...'
~*~
"Quatre," A thin hand shook the blond's shoulder and Quatre shyed away instincitvly, his aqua-colored eyes opening with a shock. He wanted to shy from the bright light that blinded him, but it was there and he could not look away.
Concerned eyes replaced the light as warmth hit Quatre's body like a tidal wave. Green eyes. Trowa's eyes.
"Quatre, Heero and Wufei are back," Trowa said in a low voice, helping his lover sit up in the soft bed that Quatre had fellen asleep in. "Are you ready to face them?" Quatre nodded, his mind clearing rapidly in the lit room. "The come on,"
"Yes master," Quatre mumbled unconsciously as he swung out of bed and began following the stoic clown out of the lavish bedroom.
*this is the room that he was in for the first chapter of Yes Master, My Master.
Stifling tears and whimpers, the Gundam pilot turned onto his side, curling himself into as small of a ball as possible. He had once again been shut in a stone room, bare skinned...the grimy dirt beneath him and the dark night skly visable above him-though a grate and several feet of harsh wall seperated him from that freedom*.
The ground seemed unusually harsh beneath Quatre's bare body-each little bump in the dirt seemed to be mountains; each grain of sand was like a nail against his skin. Had he grown more sensitive? Unlikely...but he had grown used to a certain amount of luxery, mixed in with the sheer pain of being Gabriel's toy.
That's what Quatre had become, the blond realized morosely. The plaything of a dark sadist, who hid his cruelty beneath a mask of elegance and caring eyes. Deceptive eyes.
Quatre shivered more violently as the dark eyes materilised themselves in his mind. Even in moments of solitude, with things such as cold and pain to distract him, Quatre couldn't escape those eyes. They had long ago replaced the face of his one time lover, the emerald eyes that had once held him captive. Emerald eyes that the blond could no longer picture, no matter how hard he tried.
Had the old Quatre died so soon? Was he really a different person, simply in denial of that fact? Had he truly been rebuilt so soon by Gabriel, or was he floating, oblivious, in a sea of non-existance? Was he clay that his master could mold and shape to his will? He had said the words, he had given in...He had shed tears of pain, shed tears for his own lost self...lost self. yes, Quatre was lost forever now-wasn't he?
"No...no..." the Arabian whispered into this chest, tears building in his eyes, shaking his head against the thoughts. "I'm still myself...I'm still myself...I have to be. I'm still myself..."
'Yes Master'....he'd said the words, though. He'd given up, surrendered himself in every form of the word. He didn't fight. He didn't argue. 'Yes Master'....yes Master....he could hear himself saying the words as dutifully as Gabriel's little goons did. Yes Master...his head was down when he spoke those words, like a puppy scolded for chewing a slipper. yes Master...like the dark eyes, Quatre could not escape those words. Like Gabriel's dark eyes, Quatre could not stand those words. 'Yes Master...'
~*~
"Quatre," A thin hand shook the blond's shoulder and Quatre shyed away instincitvly, his aqua-colored eyes opening with a shock. He wanted to shy from the bright light that blinded him, but it was there and he could not look away.
Concerned eyes replaced the light as warmth hit Quatre's body like a tidal wave. Green eyes. Trowa's eyes.
"Quatre, Heero and Wufei are back," Trowa said in a low voice, helping his lover sit up in the soft bed that Quatre had fellen asleep in. "Are you ready to face them?" Quatre nodded, his mind clearing rapidly in the lit room. "The come on,"
"Yes master," Quatre mumbled unconsciously as he swung out of bed and began following the stoic clown out of the lavish bedroom.
*this is the room that he was in for the first chapter of Yes Master, My Master.