Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Tier ❯ Mann ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Zilent1 
Wufei's POV. The morning after a particular night, the morning before Quatre's lunch. 2x5.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Hentai / Angst | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.25.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 903 | Visits: 403 | Status: Completed
Wufei's POV. The morning after a particular night, the morning before Quatre's lunch. 2x5.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Hentai / Angst | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.25.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 903 | Visits: 403 | Status: Completed
Title: Tier
Author: Zilent1
Warnings: Yaoi (2x5; minor 3+4; later 1+5), death, angst, language, abuse, OOC.
Notes: This is a song-fic that is separated into chapters. An extended version (which would be on FF.net if they still had NC-17) can be found on my website once I've finished. Lyric translation at the end. Chapter in Wufei's POV. Part 1/6.
'thinking'
"speaking"
Disclaimers: What are you? Stupid? Of course I own the G-Boys and the song, Tier. Rammstein falsely claim that the song is theirs, along with the company (ies) that think Gundam Wing is theirs. No, really…T.T
Was macht ein Mann
Was macht ein Mann
Der zwischen Mensch und Tier
Nicht unterscheiden kann
Was
I awoke that morning, annoying sunlight glaring at me through the half-opened curtains. I wished it would rain on mornings like this. The smell of sex and blood lingered in the air, which made me scrunch my nose in disgust. The actions of last night haunted me throughout the entire period I was unconscious, or trying to fall back into unconsciousness. I shudder involuntarily. I am too used to mornings like this. The calm before and after the storm.
My whole body ached and I knew it was going to be another pain-bearing day. The wounds inflicted last night, and old bruises that covered my body like eternal dirt, were as painful as ever, but the pain doesn't get to me as much as it used to. I have grown used to it. But I was having enough. Enough of nights like last night.
I tried to shift onto my back as painlessly as I could, but to no avail as a muscular arm clamped around my waist like a handcuff on a wrist. I knew at that moment that I would only be free from his clasp if someone came along with the key. I sighed. Who'd want me now? I'll always be broken; being constantly used as Duo Maxwell's rag doll. I laughed quietly in spite of myself. The justice-speaking Chang Wufei as baka Maxwell's rag doll? I didn't think I'd live to see the day. But where, exactly, is the justice in this relationship?
I feel his gaze burn into the back of my dark head, and I try to ignore it, considering that I do have my back to him. Maybe I could pretend to be asleep…
"I know you're awake, Wu," he says, his arm tightening a little around my waist.
I cringe inwards at the name and bit my tongue to stop me from retorting. Doing so would only end up in a harsher repeat of last night. I roll over onto my other side, so that I'm looking straight into his amethyst eyes. The movement also brings be a lot closer to him. A very vulnerable position, in my opinion. I plaster on a fake half-smile, which may have been convincing if my eyes weren't saying otherwise.
"And how could you have possibly known? I had my back to you," I counter.
His eyes flash dangerously for a second but, I must have withdrawn a little, they suddenly look apologetic.
"I just know," he says, grinning slightly, tapping the side of his nose with his index finger.
I hate it when he does that; acting like his old self. I sigh.
"Might as well make breakfast then," I said, pushing away from him, only to be abruptly rolled onto my back, with Duo pinning me down, his face inches from mine.
'Oh God, not now!'
"I love you, y'know," he says as he brushes away a few strands of my black hair with his nose. That movement makes his words tickle my cheek and I purr slightly to my horror. I follow his face with my own dark eyes until they are looking straight into his own. Those same eyes that once flooded with extreme anger, now flow with too many emotions to count. He then presses his mouth against mine, in a hard and passionate kiss. I know that he's holding back on his assertiveness, but I also know that my spirit isn't into the kiss. He may think that this is his way of apologising, but my forgiveness is lacking depth.
'It's just another diversion,' I tell myself.
He pulls away and smiles tenderly at me before getting off both me and the bed, and heading towards the bathroom. I know that that is my cue to get up and ready breakfast. I gingerly get up and shrug into a robe, hurriedly tying my hair back in a lose ponytail. I'll have to have a shower once he's done. I sigh once more as I head towards the kitchen.
'Lunch at Quatre's. Oh joy.'
End chapter one…
To be continued…
Translation
What does a man do
What does a man do
Who can't tell the difference
Between human and animal
What
A/N: So, what was it like? Hate it? Like it? Want more? Actually, scratch that last comment. More is coming anyway ^__^. Constructive criticism is accepted, but flames are not! Actually, me and fires are best friends, but nonetheless. Take note that lime and song fics are not my forte at present. That was only my second lime and this is my first SF ^^;. Oh boy. R&R…or you can wait until the end ^___^.
Author: Zilent1
Warnings: Yaoi (2x5; minor 3+4; later 1+5), death, angst, language, abuse, OOC.
Notes: This is a song-fic that is separated into chapters. An extended version (which would be on FF.net if they still had NC-17) can be found on my website once I've finished. Lyric translation at the end. Chapter in Wufei's POV. Part 1/6.
'thinking'
"speaking"
Disclaimers: What are you? Stupid? Of course I own the G-Boys and the song, Tier. Rammstein falsely claim that the song is theirs, along with the company (ies) that think Gundam Wing is theirs. No, really…T.T
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Chapter One: Mann
Was macht ein Mann
Was macht ein Mann
Der zwischen Mensch und Tier
Nicht unterscheiden kann
Was
I awoke that morning, annoying sunlight glaring at me through the half-opened curtains. I wished it would rain on mornings like this. The smell of sex and blood lingered in the air, which made me scrunch my nose in disgust. The actions of last night haunted me throughout the entire period I was unconscious, or trying to fall back into unconsciousness. I shudder involuntarily. I am too used to mornings like this. The calm before and after the storm.
My whole body ached and I knew it was going to be another pain-bearing day. The wounds inflicted last night, and old bruises that covered my body like eternal dirt, were as painful as ever, but the pain doesn't get to me as much as it used to. I have grown used to it. But I was having enough. Enough of nights like last night.
I tried to shift onto my back as painlessly as I could, but to no avail as a muscular arm clamped around my waist like a handcuff on a wrist. I knew at that moment that I would only be free from his clasp if someone came along with the key. I sighed. Who'd want me now? I'll always be broken; being constantly used as Duo Maxwell's rag doll. I laughed quietly in spite of myself. The justice-speaking Chang Wufei as baka Maxwell's rag doll? I didn't think I'd live to see the day. But where, exactly, is the justice in this relationship?
I feel his gaze burn into the back of my dark head, and I try to ignore it, considering that I do have my back to him. Maybe I could pretend to be asleep…
"I know you're awake, Wu," he says, his arm tightening a little around my waist.
I cringe inwards at the name and bit my tongue to stop me from retorting. Doing so would only end up in a harsher repeat of last night. I roll over onto my other side, so that I'm looking straight into his amethyst eyes. The movement also brings be a lot closer to him. A very vulnerable position, in my opinion. I plaster on a fake half-smile, which may have been convincing if my eyes weren't saying otherwise.
"And how could you have possibly known? I had my back to you," I counter.
His eyes flash dangerously for a second but, I must have withdrawn a little, they suddenly look apologetic.
"I just know," he says, grinning slightly, tapping the side of his nose with his index finger.
I hate it when he does that; acting like his old self. I sigh.
"Might as well make breakfast then," I said, pushing away from him, only to be abruptly rolled onto my back, with Duo pinning me down, his face inches from mine.
'Oh God, not now!'
"I love you, y'know," he says as he brushes away a few strands of my black hair with his nose. That movement makes his words tickle my cheek and I purr slightly to my horror. I follow his face with my own dark eyes until they are looking straight into his own. Those same eyes that once flooded with extreme anger, now flow with too many emotions to count. He then presses his mouth against mine, in a hard and passionate kiss. I know that he's holding back on his assertiveness, but I also know that my spirit isn't into the kiss. He may think that this is his way of apologising, but my forgiveness is lacking depth.
'It's just another diversion,' I tell myself.
He pulls away and smiles tenderly at me before getting off both me and the bed, and heading towards the bathroom. I know that that is my cue to get up and ready breakfast. I gingerly get up and shrug into a robe, hurriedly tying my hair back in a lose ponytail. I'll have to have a shower once he's done. I sigh once more as I head towards the kitchen.
'Lunch at Quatre's. Oh joy.'
End chapter one…
To be continued…
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Translation
What does a man do
What does a man do
Who can't tell the difference
Between human and animal
What
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A/N: So, what was it like? Hate it? Like it? Want more? Actually, scratch that last comment. More is coming anyway ^__^. Constructive criticism is accepted, but flames are not! Actually, me and fires are best friends, but nonetheless. Take note that lime and song fics are not my forte at present. That was only my second lime and this is my first SF ^^;. Oh boy. R&R…or you can wait until the end ^___^.