Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Trowa Complex ❯ In and Out; Mission Failed ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Title: The Trowa Complex

Pairings: Brief 1x3 in this chapter.

Warnings: Alright, I don't actually remember the name of any men mentioned in Trowa's Zero episode, so I made up a guy. Forgive me. As well, there is rape in this chapter, and it's fairly graphic. If you want to skip it, just skip these next three paragraphs and get into it there.

Trowa was roughly picked up from where he was sitting on the ground, the large man, Cain, having picked him up by his shirt. From the look on the man's face, Trowa knew full well what was going to happen to him, and his feeling was only confirmed when he was suddenly shackled against the wall, his pants literally torn right off of him. Trowa closed his eyes and whimpered as he heard the sound of the man unzipping his pants, and he received a harsh blow across the face from his tormentor for the sound. Trowa suddenly just went lax, letting it happen, knowing he couldn't fight, and not making a sound.

Cain lifted Trowa's legs just enough to position himself at his hole, roughly pushing himself in without lube and letting out a growling moan, where Trowa only winced, feeling himself suddenly torn open from the inside. Cain thrust inside Trowa harshly, one hand wrapped around Trowa neck, the other one holding his hips tight enough to leave a hand-shaped bruise over it. The larger man kept saying things into Trowa's left ear, trying to provoke some sort of reaction from the young man, until he finally pulled back enough and swung, hitting Trowa's cheekbone, nearly shattering it, with Trowa's head smacking against the wall hard enough to daze the pilot.

Grinning wildly at the look on Trowa's face, Cain started punching and hitting him, even taking out a knife and starting to cut his skin up, finally managing to get another few whimpers out of him, but nothing more. Those sounds spurred him on until he finally came inside Trowa, pulling out and ignoring the blood following, crushing his lips to Trowa's and smirking as he zipped himself up and left, leaving Trowa hanging there, bleeding, his lower body exposed to any who looked through the barred opening in the door.

Heero, from where he was, on the other end of the receiver, heard everything. After hearing Trowa's almost childlike plea of protest to a man named Cain, he nearly trembled, knowing something terrible was about to happen. He'd heard everything, the sound of Trowa's pants being removed, and the other man's pants being opened. He heard the first whimper, and what Cain said to the other pilot, and the man's noises as he raped his friend.

Of course, all of this he heard while he was already in the base, having managed to get the plans for the ventilation system. Normally he wouldn't recommend it, but in a case this urgent, he had no choice but to use an idea normally shown on bad t.v.so he used it. He managed to get to the grate overtop of the room Trowa was in just in time to see Cain kiss Trowa like that, and he waited until he could see that no one was even looking into the room, finally coming down into along a lowered rope it silently.

He looked over to Trowa, having expected him to be watching Heero and waiting to be released. Instead, when he looked at the man, he saw a man that had been broken already. He didn't understand it; Heero had seen before just how much Trowa could take in the way of torture without breaking, but this man, apparently from his past, had broken him in mere minutes. The one visible emerald eye was dead, whatever had sparkled in it previously having died out after his rape. Heero then gave Trowa a quick once-over visually to see how badly he was injured.

Swollen cheek, probably broken cheekbone from what he'd heard through the earpiece, and above the neckline of his shirt, there was redness and bruising already visible. Trowa's shirt was in tatters and there was blood literally dripping from it. If Heero lifted it, he knew that he'd find bruising already developing there most likely. Trowa's legs were cut and bruised, and his hip was one large bruise. There was blood dripping down from between his thighs.

Heero couldn't hold back a gasp when he realized just how badly Trowa had been hurt by the man, and he quickly went forward, managing to get the shackles off of Trowa's wrists, propping him up against his own body. Heero then tied off the rope around Trowa's waist tightly, then climbed it. Once he was in the vent, he lifted Trowa slowly, gritting his teeth as he heard the otherwise-catatonic pilot let out a groan, though thankfully the guards didn't check up on him after what had happened. Apparently, they expected it from him. Heero then tied the rope around his waist as well, and literally had to drag Trowa through the base inside the vents, manouvering corners carefully the whole time.

He managed to get them out, though he had to lift Trowa over his shoulder and run from the base, barely making it to his gundam and flying off with Trowa in Wing's mechanical hand, heading to a safehouse. He wanted to see if Trowa could pilot his own gundam back home before he went there, and he figured that Trowa didn't want many people seeing him in the condition he was in.

It's official, thought Heero as he carried the unconcious Heavyarms pilot into the safehouse, laying him on the lone bed there to examine his wounds, Mission failed...

When Trowa awoke, all he knew was pain. His body felt like it was on fire, save for most of his legs and arms. He couldn't move, and his right eye was swollen shut. He opened his left though and glanced around as best he could without moving his sore body. He could see, through his hair, that he was in some sort of place that wasn't a prison cell. He could only assume, upon recollection, that it was a safehouse, having remembered Heero's promise to go and get him. He then tensed, as other memories flooded his mind, and all he could see was Cain, remembering vividly the pain he felt as Cain-

No! he mentally cried out, trembling suddenly, his one good eye closed tightly. He shook his head violently, ignoring the pain it caused, trying to rid himself of the images in his head. Suddenly, someone was by his side, trying to get his attention and bring his mind back from where it was. Trowa suddenly gasped as he came back to himself, and opened his one eye, only to see Heero's apparent worry for him. Trowa stared up into those prussian eyes for a moment before suddenly going limp, his head falling to the side and staring off. His bangs fell back infront of his one good eye, and he stared.

Heero just froze as he saw Trowa's reaction, confused and unsure for once in his 'Perfect Soldier' life. If Trowa had kept thrashing, he'd have been able to deal with it, had he been catatonic from the start, Heero could've figured out how to deal with it. But..he seemed somewhere in-between the two states. And Heero was at a loss. He briefly considered calling the others, but knew that Trowa likely didn't want to see anyone at that point; not even him.

Trowa blinked a few times, then slowly sat up, leaning on his side against the headboard, facing away from Heero. When he spoke, his voice was soft and quiet, and the inflection sounded like that of a child speaking, and his voice wavered with each word.

"I'm hungry..Heero, can-...can I have something to eat?" At this, Heero just blanched, staring openly in shock at the other pilot. This was Trowa, the man who was more serious than the Perfect Soldier himself at times. This man at times seemed far more emotionless than Heero ever did. Heero then shook his head, resuming his stoic look, and responded in an affirmative before walking away, heading into the kitchen and coming out minutes later with a bowl of soup for the pilot. He looked Trowa over, unsure if the man realized that he'd actually torn a few stitches in the process of thrashing, and then getting up.

"We'll need to re-stitch your wounds, Trowa. And you're bleeding again." Heero was trying to sound gentle and comforting as he looked at the older pilot, suddenly very unsure of what to make of this whole thing, especially how Trowa was reacting to it.

Trowa looked down at the bandages on his chest, looking at the blood that had soaked through them, and then looking over Heero almost helplessly, "I'm sorry.." He went to take the bowl of soup, but his hands were shaking too badly and they both knew that he wouldn't be able to eat on his own. Heero replied to Trowa's apology after a moment of surprise, saying that it was alright and they'd fix it in a moment. Heero then just settled himself on the bed and fed the older pilot, almost enjoying it as he watched him. Trowa knew he was helpless, but still apparently had wanted to try to eat on his own.

When the soup was done, Heero was able to redo Trowa's stitches and rebandage his chest without incident, and made him go to sleep once more. He then started to think about what to do about getting them home, since there was absolutely no way that Trowa would be able to pilot Heavyarms in this condition, both physically and mentally.

Quatre woke up in the middle of the night from a knock on his door; it was Rashid. "Master Quatre, please hurry! It is Mr. Yuy, apparently something went wrong on the mission and he needs help!" Quatre could feel his body going numb; if Heero was calling, saying something went wrong, then that meant that something happened to Trowa.

It took Quatre a moment before he bolted upright and nearly ran to the phone, wearing still just a t-shirt and boxers, his blonde hair a mess from his sleep. "Heero, what happened?!" He saw Heero just shake his head on the other end and sigh softly, and knew something was terribly wrong. "What is it?!"

"I can't explain over the phone. I just need one of you down here to bring HeavyArms came there. I'll be taking Trowa, something happened to him, I don't want him out of my sight in this condition. I don't think he could handle too much right now." Quatre could see Heero frown and look over his shoulder, to where Trowa presumably was, and the concern was etched in his face. Quatre suddenly had his own revelation as he watched Heero's face, and put a hand over his mouth in surprise.

"You..you love him, don't you Heero?" Quatre's voice was a mere whisper, one that could barely be heard by Heero. When he did realize what Quatre had said though, he jerked his head back towards the vid screen, looking like a deer caught in headlights. "You do!" While shocked, Quatre couldn't hide the hurt from his face. He'd known that Trowa felt nothing for him more than friendship, but he'd had a feeling that this would happen. That someone else that Trowa might fall in love with would love him in return.

"No. I..I can't love him Quatre. You know that as well as I do. He is..unstable. Especially right now. So can you come and help me bring him there? I don't want to risk keeping him here, we're too close to the base and he's in no condition to run if they come back."

"But..the base should have been destroyed. You mean it wasn't?" The look of surprise on Quatre's face caused Heero to hang his head.

"I had to get him out of there Quatre. I didn't have a chance to even plant the bombs, nevermind to detonate them. Mission failed, Quatre. The first one.." He sounded so ashamed of himself. After a moment of silence, he heard a pained groan and Heero quickly turned around, then just turned off the phone and hurried to Trowa's side, leaving Quatre to wonder what really had happened to his friend during that mission.

"Where's Trowa?" Wufei, who had come to take HeavyArms back to the mansion they were staying in at the time, demanded the moment he walked into the safehouse. Heero motioned for Wufei to follow him, after putting a finger against his lips to signal silence, and Wufei eagerly did, his steps nearly perfectly silent on the ground. As he looked at the bruised and battered form there laying on the bed, obviously asleep, Wufei was amazed that Trowa was even alive at the extent of the injuries that he could see, knowing that there were going to be plenty more that he couldn't. If it weren't for the hair, he didn't think he'd recognize this swollen, beaten face.

"What..happened to him?" Wufei's voice was soft, and angry, his eyes glittering with fury that this had happened to another gundam pilot, to one of his friends. His gaze slowly moved from Trowa to Heero and he looked him square in the eye, "Who did this to him?"

Heero deadpanned, "He was captured, I heard through the earpiece that a man named Cain came in the room, shackled him to a wall, and raped and beat him. That's all I know right now." Heero looked into Wufei's eyes for a moment, then turned around, heading to his laptop, mumbling something about needing to check something there. Wufei frowned, having seen the sadness and shame in Heero's eyes after talking about what happened to Trowa.

"We need to get Trowa taken care of, then we'll deal with this Cain person." Wufei just nodded to himself, liking that plan, and headed into another room after a glance to the body on the bed there, not wanting to look at it. After a bit, Heero joined him, and they started to talk about how they would get back and when they would leave exactly.

It took a few days before they figured out exactly what they were going to do. Heero was going to have Trowa in his cockpit, on his lap as he flew back, but he needed Wufei to help get him there and to help strap the two of them in so they wouldn't get hurt by anything too easily. Wufei would then fly back HeavyArms, take a transport back to the planet, and fly back Nataku. It wasn't the best plan, but it was what they had.

They were just about to leave, having just finished securing Trowa in his place in Wing's cockpit when Trowa opened his eyes and started to outright shake, feeling someone behind him that he didn't recognize, and he started struggling. Heero had to put his hands firmly on Trowa's shoulders, then make Trowa look him in the eyes before Trowa would believe that it wasn't someone out to rape him again. The fear and desperation that Heero saw in Trowa's eyes nearly broke his heart and he couldn't help himself, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the emerald-eyed pilot, who tensed even as he moaned unconciously against Heero's lips.

When Heero pulled away, he looked into Trowa's eyes, which were confused but no longer afraid, and he looked at Trowa's lips and the faint colour to his bruised cheeks, and he kissed him again, harder and more persistantly. Trowa completely tensed up, but Heero barely noticed. He kissed him deeply and thrust his tongue into the older pilot's mouth, unaware of the fear nearly rolling off of Trowa at that point. Finally, when Trowa whimpered after a bit, Heero clued in and pulled back with a gasp, his eyes wide as he took in the afraid look on the bruised pilot's face.

"Oh God...Trowa I'm so sorry I..I didn't mean to do that.." Gritting his teeth, Heero closed his eyes, then just stroked the man's hair a bit to try and relax him before turning on Wing, "Let's just get you home. I'm sorry.."

A/N: Oh wow I'm so sorry it took so long to get this out to you guys. I've had an...interesting past four weeks; I haven't had my computer for them at all. I had meant to get this out before my week-long trip to visit my girlfriend but that just never seemed to happen and I apologize for that, but thank you all very much for your reviews! What's this, seven reviews for one chapter? I think that's more reviews than I got for any of my other fics put together. But yeah, thanks once again everyone and I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as you seemed to enjoy the last. If you have any suggestions, please let me know.

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