Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Untitled ❯ X ( Prologue )

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

'Untitled NC-17' by Niu Shiy-Ue
For the record, I'm having a somewhat bad day, so please excuse the
following. Actually don't, there is no good reason to write this.
I didn't intend for this to get so bad. I started of merely implying
what had happened and the reasoning behind it, but it just kept
getting worse and worse. By the end of it, I was feeling kind of sick
with myself.
This is very disturbing. Don't read if your sqeamish, if you like Duo
or Zechs or Trowa (really don't read this if you like Trowa). This
contains adult themes, disturbing material, rape, and general
insanity. And I'm not talking about the funny type of insanity.

THIS CONTAINS AN EXPLICIT RAPE AND MURDER SCENE.

Pairings: 3x4 main, sideline 2+4+2, 1+R, SN+4, MU+3, 6+3,
Warnings: ANGST, DEATHFIC (not Q or T), RAPE, LEMON, insanity, NCS,
bastard Zechs, bastard Trowa
I'll post a warning in the text for the worst scene.
You have been warned. If you choose to continue reading it is at your
own risk.
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"A name is just what other people call you."
"Yes, you will always be Trowa to me." Quatre, Duo and Trowa
turned away from the burning Gundams. "So are you going to do now
Trowa?"
"I think I'll go back to Catherine, let her know I'm OK. I may
stay at the cirus for a while to sort myself out, but I hope to see
both of you there once in a while." Duo smirked. "Can you get us
free tickets?" Trowa just gave him a look. "OK, OK, can't take a
joke canya? We'd be happy to go."
"Agreed." Quatre nodded to him. Having reached the road, he
waved to Rashid who had agreed to pick him up after they destroyed the
Gundams. "May I offer either of you a ride?"
Trowa shook his head. "No, I'll make my way back myself. But
thank you for the offer." Quatre turned to Duo. "How about you Duo?"
Duo looked nervous. "Actually Cat, before we go, may I ask you a
question?"
Quatre looked puzzled. "Go ahead."
"Ummm . . . wuldjagooutwitme?"
Blink. "Again, slower this time, please."
Duo took a deep breath. "I said, would you go out with me?"
placing deep emphasis on the words. "I've wanted to ask you that
since the end of the war, but there was never an opportunity to."
Smiling, Quatre's whole face lit up. "Of course, I'd love to!"
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FAMOUS GUNDAM PILOT FOUND DEAD IN HOME
Duo Maxwell, part-time Preventer and former pilot of the Gundam
Deathsythe Hell, was found dead this morning at 10:00 AM in his L2
home by his friend Hilde Schebeiker. Police are suspecting suicide.
Maxwell was found with a 9-mm bullet apparently fired by his own gun,
which was found beside the body . . .
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At the funeral, Quatre was sobbing his heart out on Dorothy's
shoulder. "I can't believe he did this to himself! He seemed so full
of life, I never suspected he was depressed! We had just had our
first date a week before he died; he had so much to live for! This is
all my fault, I should have known something was wrong!"
Dorothy quietly comforted him. "Shh, shh, it's not your fault.
There's no way you could have known what would happen." Hilde came up
to them, looking as though she hadn't had a decent night's sleep since
she had found the body. "Dorothy's right Quatre. Duo and I were like
brother and sister and even I didn't know that anything was wrong. If
I couldn't tell, seeing him everyday as I did, then how anyone expect
you to?"
A soft sound caused Dorothy and Hilde to look up. "Trowa!"
sighed Dorothy in a relieved manner. "Thank God! He hasn't stopped
crying since this morning . . . could you please talk to him?"
Wordlessly nodding, he slipped an arm around Quatre's shoulders, and
Dorothy carefully manuvered Quatre into his embrace.
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"Mr. Winner, Mr. Winner! Any comments on the recent rumors
linking you and Relena Darlian romantically?"
"I'm afraid those rumors are just rumors. Relena is merely a
close friend of mine. I haven't actually been involved with anyone
since the death of my close friend Duo last year."
"But sources close to the Vice-Minister do admit that we soon
should be hearing wedding bells for the Earthsphere's Darling. If not
for you, then who is Relena involved with?"
"As of this morning, Miss. Darlian has released a statement
confirming her engaement with an Odin Lowe Jr. a friend of hers from
the war. And yes, I will be attending, as the best man for Mr. Lowe,
who is a close friend of mine as well."
"Mr. Winner, over here! But aren't the other major share holders
of WE, your sisters, putting pressure on you to produce an heir?"
"I'm afraid I have no more time for questions ladies and
gentleman. Please excuse me but I really must be going if I plan to
attend the meeting with the Earthsphere Trade representatives."
Quatre quickly escaped from the hounding reporters, behind the obvious
black limousine into the grey Lexus behind it. "Whew!" he said to the
two occupants. "It's a virtual feeding frenzy out there!"
"With you as the main course." Sylvia Noventa smiled at him.
"Are you alright?" Trowa asked, deadpan in voice.
Quatre smiled at both of them. "I'm fine Trowa, thanks for
asking. I don't know how Relena puts up with all of this, of course,
having Yuy for a bodyguard might be usefull in convincing these sharks
to bother someone else." He leaned back. "That last question really
struck a nerve though."
Trowa glanced in the rear view mirror as he pulled out of the
parking lot, intending to escape unnoticed with the reporters. "Are
they pressuring you to marry? Your not even twenty yet, you should be
allowed to wait."
Quatre shook his head. "No, it just seems that I'll never find
anyone. Frankly after the shock of Duo's death last year, I've not
let myself have the time to find anyone new. I wonder if I missed my
last chance at loving someone."
Sylvia patted his hand. "Don't think like that! I'm sure
there's someone perfect out there for you. In the meantime, I have an
idea how to get those vultures of your back . . ."
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"Have you heard the news?"
Trowa glanced up at Wufei. Wufei tossed a paper onto his desk.
The headline was 'Winner Heir to wed Sylvia Noventa, grandchild of
prominent pascifist General Leo Noventa'. "No I didn't. In fact, I
knew nothing about this."
Wufei arched a sceptical eyebrow. "Really? Whenever they took a
bodyguard with them, you were the one assigned, being closest to both
of them. I can't imagine how you could have not known about this."
"I knew they were going out, but they have only been seeing each
other for three months. It doesn't seem like nearly enough time for
them to know each other enough to wed."
"Hmph." Wufei crossed his arms and gave him an arrogant look.
He might have been going for commanding, but the fact that Trowa
topped his 5'10" by about half a foot, and was completely
expressionless to boot, stole the majesty that Wufei was trying to put
into it. "Winner is coming by today to talk to Lady Une about
security for the conference next week. Find out how this happened."
Trowa nodded.
At that moment, Quatre walked out of the elevator. He waved to
the secretary, while Wufei shot Trowa a significant look, then glided
out of the room. Wufei waved a greeting to Quatre, while Trowa got up
to show Quatre to Une's office. "Can I ask you a question?"
Quatre nodded. "Of course. What is it?"
Trowa showed him the headline of that day's newspaper. "Is this
true?"
Quatre smiled blissfully, like the sun dawning. "Of course it
is. I love Sylvia. I proposed to Sylvia last night and she said
yes." Trowa hadn't seen Quatre this love-struck since he went on that
date with Duo. "I knew you were going out, but I thought that was
just a ploy for the media."
"It was. Or at least it started out as that. But over time, we
found that we had a lot in common. We got closer and closer, but it
was still quite a shock when we realized that we loved each other."
"Don't you think that you're rushing this a bit. You've only
known each other for 6 months, counting the time that you were dating
each other."
"No, we know that we're in love. I'm certain that we're meant
for each other."
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SYLVIA NOVENTA KILLED IN ACCIDENTAL FIRE
Sylvia Noventa, whose engagement to Quatre Winner was recently
reported, died yesterday in a fire in her grandfather's country
estate. She leaves behind her mother Alicia Noventa nee Sparriere,
her younger brother Patrick Noventa and her fiancee Quatre Raberba
Winner Preliminary reports indicate that faulty wiring was to blame
and . . .
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Trowa casually shrugged his jacket onto weary shoulders and
sighed. Filling out the paperwork for the recent death of Sylvia
Noventa had been more time consuming than he had originally thought,
so he was the last of the agents to leave Preventers HQ, disregarding
the team led by Preventer Wind. They had been away on Mars until
yesterday, cleaning up a messy accident in the new industrial
sections, and were being kept in the Medical Wing under the
obeservation of Doctor Sally Po until she declared them fit to leave.
Trowa was only a reserve Preventer, but he had insisted on
handling the Noventa fire, as a favor to Quatre. Given the temporary
lacuna of agents, both working on the fire, and out of action from the
Martian accident, he might remain on duty for quite a bit longer than
expected. He would have to inform Catherine that his return would be
delayed another week.
He was looking forward to going home and calling Quatre, who was
devestated over the new tragedy. Quatre needed someone to talk to,
and no one was closer to him than Trowa, not even Dorothy. He was
walking in the parking lot, about to open the car he had rented while
woring with the Preventers, when he heard a voice call out to him.
"Nanashi!"
He whirled around, a slight bit of astonishment showing on his
face. Stepping out from the shadows, a few feet away from him was a
young woman, with shoulder-lenghth ash blonde hair, an innocent
expression and calculating green eyes. Despite the long years apart,
he immediatly recognized her. "Midii"
She approached. "Nanashi . . . I've been searching for you for
the longest time."
"Why would you bother with that? And the name's Trowa Barton
now."
"I know. You're a Gundam pilot." She twisted her hands
together, looking down. "I've wanted to tell you something for the
longest time."
"What?"
"Do you remember what I told you when we parted ways?"
"That I was empty? What about it?"
She looked up at him again, determination filled her eyes, and
she shook her head. "No, I mean the part about loving you!" She took
a deep breath to calm herself. "I wanted to tell you that I still
love you! And that I want you, that I need you!" She stepped closer
to him, embracing his stiff form. "Ever since that day . . . I
couldn't forget you! Please, please say that you love me!"
He looked down at her, expressionless. She tightened her
embrace. "I love you! I can't live without you!" she murmured. "In
my dreams, you would come like a White Knight to rescue me!" This
would not do.
"Why don't we discuss this elsewhere? Someplace a little more
private." With that he opened the door of his rented car for her.
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POLICE REPORT
The body of a prostitute was found this morning at 6:55 AM on the
corner of Moulin Ave. and Galileo St. Ash blonde, green eyes, about
5'8". No identification was found on her and the local officers do
not recogmize her as being one of the usual pickups. M.E. indicates
that the body victim exhibited rape trauma and had probably been raped
before being strangled to death by with a cord, but no seminal fluid
or other evidence was found (did perpetrator use a condom?). Victim
also had severe bruising over body. Three broken ribs, a broken
wrist, both femurs were broken as well. No blood or useable
fingerprints were found. No witnesses found.
ADDENDUM
Victim's fingerprints were run through computer. Profile follows.
Name: Midii Une
Alias: Sihn Nomt Bree, Docey T. Elf, Nancy Asher
Age: 21
Hair: Ash blonde
Eyes: Green
Height: 5' 7 1/2"
Weight: 137 lb.
Record: War crimes, prostitution, drug trafficing.
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THIS IS THE EXPLICIT RAPE AND MURDER SCENE. THIS IS WHERE YOU SHOULD
STOP READING.
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Trowa knocked on the door of apartment of Zechs Merquise. On
being let in, he quickly sat down on the couch. "You wanted to see me
about something?"
Zechs sat next to him. "Yes, I wanted to talk to you about an
event that occured last month."
" . . . "
"Last month, when you were doing the report on the Noventa fire."
He licked his lips and leaned closer to Trowa. "Y'see I've been
noticing something lately. It started with Duo's suicide. Then it
went on with that Noventa fire. And it all finally came together when
that prostitute showed up dead last month."
"If you've found a pattern, what is it? Why haven't you gone to
the police about this?"
He smirked. "Because then I would never get what I want then,
would I?" He placed an arm around Trowa's shoulders. "It's you isn't
it? You killed Duo, Noventa and that Midii chick."
"And why would I do that?"
"Because they were getting in your way." He buried his face in
the crook of Trowa's neck and nibbled on the skin there. "I've been
watching you. You spent a year trying to convince Quatre that Duo was
too flirtacious for him and you were there when Quatre finally
accepted Duo's offer for a date. Only Quatre, Hiiro and you had
access to the house that Sylvia died in. And each time, you insisted
on handling the investigation by yourself, instead of having
Preventers Water or Sand do them. You're the one that claimed that
they were too emotionally involved to lead the investigations, but you
also didn't allow any other senior officers to lead either. It was
you who concluded that the deaths were suicides and accidents." He
began to grope Trowa, noticing that the boy had yet to pull away.
"And finally, I saw you talk to that prostitute the night before they
found her body. My room in the medical wing was the only one
overlooking the parking lot. I saw you talk with her and I did a
little bit of talking with Yuy, and trust me I know all about your
little secrets."
"So why haven't you turned me in then?"
"Like I said, I would never get what I want if I did that. And I
want you. I've been watching you lust over that _kid_ ever since the
war, and trust me, you can do better." He inhaled deeply then growled
, "If you want to stay free, you'd better submit to me now. All my
neighbors are out, and no one knows that you're here. Securities off,
no cameras are working outside. No one will ever know what happens
here. Otherwise, I'll tell everything I know to Une first thing in
the morning." Trowa then turned his head and kissed him fully. Zechs
stuck his tounge down his throat.
Then he pulled his head back, spitting blood. "No one else is
here, hmmm?" Trowa purred, flicking open a large switchblade. "You
really should no better than to blackmail someone whose already
commited three murders."
Zechs leapt to his feet and ran for the door. Trowa grabbed his
hair, and slammed his head into the coffee table in front of the
couch. Dazed, Zechs came to after Trowa had finished tying him spread
eagle to the coffee table. Pulling at his wrists he realized they
were tied with electrical wiring to the table. Looking about, he
realized Trowa had locked the door, turned off the lights and closed
the windows. He was alone, with no one to even hear him screaming.
He looked down at the cord. "That's the same one I used on Midii
incidently." Trowa examined him. "I won't kill you in the same way,
but I think I'll give you both what you wanted." He leaned in closer.
"I suspected this is what you wanted to talk about so I came prepared
to deal with you."
"Are you going to rape me?" asked the terror-filled Zechs.
"Why not? Isn't that what you wanted?" Trowa responded
sarcastically. He gagged Zechs then ripped his clothes off. When
Zechs struggled he hit him, giving him a concussion strong enough to
daze him. "You and Midii are unlucky. Duo was drunk and I made it
quick and easy for him. Sylvia was also so inebriated, she didn't
feel a thing." He fondled Zechs blonde hair and began to strip.
"Blue eyes. If I try hard enough, I could pretend your Quatre. I had
to do that before I could get off with Midii." By the time he was
done taking off his Preventer uniform, he was already hard.
He began passing his gloved hands over Zechs body. Ruthlessly
pincing his nipples and stroking his penis. Despite the
circumstances, Zechs soon became hard. Trowa quickly applied a condom
and some KY jelly. Although applying some to the outside of Zechs
hole, he didn't bother to prepare him before ramming in. The pain was
intense, bringing tears to Zechs eyes. He would have screamed if he
could, but all he could do was bite down hard on the gag. Trowa
didn't notice, as he shut his eyes and thrusted hard into his body.
Zechs started to feel more aroused as he continued, and tears of
humiliation rolled down his face. Finally Trowa climaxed thrusting
painfully deep into Zechs, and screaming "Quatre!". He pulled out,
leaving Zechs still writhing below him, next tieing off the condom,
and placing it in a plastic bag he had with him. Picking up the
knife, he began carving into Zechs body, switching ambidextrously to
get both sides of evenly.
"I fucking hate you!" he snarled, cutting deeply. "All I want is
to be with Quatre, and people like you keep getting in the way!"
Reaching down with his free hand he broke one of Zechs' wrists. He
then made deep slashes on Zechs inner thighs, before making three
parallel slashes into his thorax. He made several stabs into Zechs
feet, then carved away part of his calf muscles. "I think I'll leave
your fucking face intact, just for the contrast!" He cut chunks away
from Zechs arms and made parallel suicide cuts in his arms. He drove
his knife deeply into his abdomen twisting is. At this point Zechs
was finally dead, but he cut his throat to be sure. Cleaning up, he
tucked the bloody gloves into the same plastic bag as the condom and
put on a new pair. Reaching into his bag he snapped off a few
instant Polaroids. He dressed and went out. Going outside, he
climbed up to the balcony and broke in. He locked the door into the
apartment, broke up the furniture, smashed the TV in. He rifled
through Zechs possesions, stealing his money, and all the portable
valuables. Then he left.
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PREVENTORS CASE FILE
Agent: Preventor Ares (Trowa Barton)
Type: Homicide
Victim-
Name: Zechs Merquise (Milliard Peacecraft)
Age: 23
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6'
Weight: 215 lb.
ToD: Between 10 PM and 2 AM --/--/----
M.E.: Sally Po
Victim member of Preventors, Agent Wind. Found in home around 6 AM by
neighbors, who were coming back from a fraternity drinking party.
Signs of break-in, smashed glass and furniture, money and valuables
missing. Security system of building was off(?), no tapes, alarms or
any other recording. ME declares victim suffered from rape trauma,
but no semen or other fluid collected. Bruising, concussion, broken
wrist and ribs. Death due to massive blood loss and trauma. Sharp
instrument, knife, used. No fingerprints or DNA found at scene other
than victims or friends. Security system indicates inside job,
physical evidence of crime scene points to failed robbery attempt.
Pending further investigation.
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END OF SCENE
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Catherine huffed wearily. Trowa had come back last week after
investigating the death of Zechs Merquise, but Une had made him pull
extra duty, covering for missing personal. Several members of Zechs
team had gone on personal leave, which left her with Hilde and Noin,
both of whom were needed on Mars, Sally, who was already pulling
double duty as counselor due to the recent tragedies, Wufei, who was
officially guarding the Vice-Minister and her husband and Trowa. Une
couldn't even call in Lowe or Quatre, who were dealing with the death
of Sylvia Noventa on top of this. Catherine couldn't join the
Preventors but she could make life easier for her brother, by cooking
and cleaning, and right now, doing his laundry. She inserted her key
into the lock of his trailer and staggered in. She had cleaned up
before and knew where everything was. She considered her options,
either leaving the laundry here in the living room, or bringing it
into his room. She had never actually been in his room after he got
his own trailer, but she quickly shunted aside any thought of his
privacy, he was her brother after all. Shifting to get the laundry to
balance better, she walked over to the door of his room, and opened it
blindly.
Inside it was pitch black and she almost tripped on something.
Feeling her way to the bed, she dropped his clothes off, then turned
and made her way over to the door. "Honestly, how can one see
anything in this gloom? I'll put his clothes away, then I'm going to
bed. He's a big boy, he can heat up a microwave dinner by himself."
She turned on the light and looked about the room. The first thing
she noticed was that she had tripped over an erant pillow, and she put
it back on the bed. The next thing she noticed gave her pause.
The room was a shrine. The walls were plastered with pictures of
Trowa's friend Quatre. A small painting, appearently made by Trowa
himself of Quatre was hung in a small corner. Unlit candles were
everywhere, and now she noticed the hint of incence and sandlewood in
the air. Books on angels were piled on the nighstand next to the bed,
next to a small tube of lubricant. The decorations were done in the
exact shade of Quatre's eyes. Along one wall was a collection of
recordings. Closer examination revealed them to be dates and
locations. On the desk she saw a small statuette of an angel that
looked like Quatre. When she wandered over to the desk, it got worse.
There was a scrap book, filled with articles about Quatre. There
were also photos there, disturbing photos of bloody scenes that she
dare not even imagine. A journal lay open. She barely glanced at it,
and even it disturbed her.

~Feeling the blood on my hands
As I dream
Of caressing your skin
Perfect skin
White, creamy, smooth
Hearing the screams
While thinking only of your
Perfect voice
I feel them struggle against me
Trying to escape
And I imagine you
Under me
Writhing in ecstasy
Thier screams
Become yours, become mine
And I spill my pleasure alone
In the still of the night
Pain into pleasure
I love you
I love you Quatre~

She backed away in horror. As she was about to escape someone
grabbed her from behind. She was whirled around and found herself
facing Trowa, his eyes blazing with fury.
"What are you doing here?" he hissed. She was reminded of the
first time she had seen him. He had reminded her of the circus lions,
the ones she had grown up with, who knew her as she knew them. She
had thought him gentle then, despite the soldier's mask he wore. Now
he was still a lion, but an untamed one, a raging beast about to
devour her.
"I-I c-came to deliver your laundry . . ." her voice trailed off.
She could no more escape than she could breathe underwater, his eyes
held her captive. Knowing this was the last of her time on earth, for
he would never let her leave knowing what she did now, she rallied her
courage for one last stand. "How could you do this to him? He
deserves so much better than you! It would break his heart to know
what you have done?"
His eyes flashed. "But he'll never know. Because you won't ever
get to tell him." The last thing she saw was his hands reaching out
to her.
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OBITUARY
CATHERINE BLOOM
June 26 A.C. 178-December 12 A.C. 200
Born of a gypsy family on earth, she was adopted by a traveling circus
at age five when her parents and brother were killed in a fire. She
died this December from a fall near the camp of the circus in the old
state of Russia. She leaves behind her adopted brother, Trowa Barton,
the ex-Gundam pilot . . .
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Quatre made his way over to the silent figure standing beside the
grave. "Trowa?" he asked softly. "I'm sorry. I'd like you to know
that I'm always here for you. If you need me . . ." His voice
trailed off. "Trowa?" he asked again. Receiving no response he
reached out and grasped Trowa's hand.
Suddenly Trowa turned around and looked at him . . . he couldn't
describe how, but he immediatly apologized letting go of his hand. He
felt foolish, he was only trying to help but he knew how much Trowa
hated to be touched. "I'm sorry" he whispered. "I'll go."
But Trowa grabbed his arm, pulling him into a strong embrace.
"Please don't. Don't go." Trowa buried his face in the soft hair
below his chin. "I need you now."
Quatre wrapped his arms around Trowa's waist and rested his head
on his chest. "I'm here for you. I'm always here for you. Whatever
you need, Trowa."
Above his bowed head, Trowa's dry eyes gleamed with a possesive
light.

OWARI

respond, Ill answer or something. Niu Shiy-Ue