Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Victims Anonymous ❯ The Whole Gang ( Chapter 4 )

Victims Anonymous

 

A plot bunny that came to me in the shower (good thing, cause it made me feel awfully dirty!)

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of the characters from the show. I will have some OC's in here, though, and I do own them. Don't sue me - my money goes to tuition and anime.

 

Warnings: AU, Duo POV (usually). NCS, sexual, emotional and physical abuse of many people (at the very least in the past), yaoi (eventual 1x2, 3x4, maybe others, language, angst. The boys and others are victims, murder (future - basically murder for hire for the government), death (not any of the GW people). If I think of more, I'll add them, but the point is it will be bad and if you don't like bad stuff, don't read. I probably won't describe most of this in detail, but…it's still bad stuff and there will be a lot of mention of it.

 

Also - this will have a happy ending! Don't let the pain and suffering make you think it will all be miserable and it will never get better! Also, not everything listed in the warnings happens every chapter - I just put it at the beginning of every chapter so ya can't say I didn't warn ya!

 

1-7-05 update - mostly changes to the end - clarifications and changes

 

Chapter 4: The Whole Gang

 

While I bent down to feel the bedspread, the letter to Heero from Malone falls out. I bend over to pick it up and I hear Heero make a kind of choked sound.

 

“Anything wrong?” I say, turning around. I'm surprised to see that Heero is blushing…like he was thinking inappropriate thoughts about my person (Hey! A guy can dream!)

 

He mumbles a response, then says “hn.” I hope he doesn't make a habit out of that - it annoys me when people can't use their language skills properly and talk for pete's sake!

 

“OK. Whatever. Can I take a shower? It's been a while…” I ask, kinda blushing…I guess…

 

“Yes. The bathroom is down the hall - first door to the left. Help yourself.” He said in a kind of monotone voice. Covering for his earlier odd sounds?

 

“Can I…use a towel? I don't have any other clothes or anything, so I need to wash these before I wear them again.”

 

He doesn't even blink. “No problem. There are towels and anything else you would need in the bathroom. Use whatever you need. There is an extra toothbrush and deodorant and other necessities that you can have. Don't worry - they're provided by the Department.” Heero added the last bit just as I was about to protest. I don't have any money to pay anyone back for using their things, but it's OK if it's at the expense of the state. Hehe…

 

“Thanks a bunch, man! See ya!” I toss over my shoulder as I walk out of the door on the way to the shower. Mmm…hot water…

 

After his shower…(sorry - no descriptions of 2x2 while he's in the shower thinking about Heero yet…but if you ask, maybe…)

 

After I feel clean again (about an hour later…), I went back to our bedroom (sounds more perverted than it is, ne?)

 

I was wrapped in my * coughs * rather small * coughs * towel. My wet hair was down and fell down my back like the cascade of a waterfall. It just reached my knees. It smelled like cinnamon. The soap I'd used was amazing. A very sweet-smelling vanilla. I walked into the room…

 

It was empty (sorry!). I shrugged and went to bed.

 

[(Sorry for the teasing hehehe!) * giggles * The hentai parts don't come until the next chapter…]

 

I woke up around nine. I heard the sounds of people moving downstairs and the heavenly smell of frying bacon, cooking eggs and cinnamon toast (yum!) I walked (OK…ran) down the stairs, clutching my little towel to me and stopped at the door to the kitchen, embarassed. There were four other guys besides Heero in there. Guys I didn't know. I think I growled. I know I got into a semi-fighting stance, still holding my towel and mentally prepared myself for a fight. Heero snapped me out of it.

 

“Duo. Sorry. These are the others. Don't worry. They will not hurt us.” He pointed to a guy with an intense green eye and a long piece of brown hair covering the other one. Heero called him Trowa and the guy nodded, expression well…expressionless. Heero next pointed to a small blond who was currently sitting on Trowa's lap. Heero said his name was Quatre and the boy blushed cutely, half-heartedly trying to get off of Trowa's lap. It wasn't working. Trowa just wrapped his arms tighter around the little blond's waist. Quatre didn't seem to mind too much.

 

On the other side of the table was a boy who looked Chinese. He had long hair pulled into a painfully tight ponytail and dark brown eyes - nearly black. His name was Wufei. Next to him, looking somewhat less anal (hehehe) was another blond. This one was tall and had hair nearly as long as mine. Heero pointed to him and said Zechs. He was the first one other than Heero to talk.

 

“Welcome to our humble abode.” He purred in a deep, husky voice. Wufei hit him. Zechs looked only slightly offended and swatted Wufei on the butt. Wufei twitched and glared at him. Zechs smiled brightly.

 

“This little piece of wild-fire is mine. As you can see, Quatre and Trowa over there are a couple as well.” Quatre blushed again (cute!) “So…have you and Heero done it yet?”

 

If there were still crickets in the city, they would be chirping. Since there were not, there was silence (except for the resounding slap of Wufei's open palm against poor Zechs' face).

 

“Well he did just come down in only a towel. A very little one at that!” He said with a leer. I tensed and increased my readiness to fight.

 

“No.” The little blond, Quatre said. “Leave them alone. They did no such thing.” I was confused.

 

“I'm confused. About a lot of things. How do you know what we did or didn't do? Why aren't you guys more nervous about a strange person in the house if y'all have gone through the same things I have? And how can you people just…be together? Aren't you…I don't know…scared that it will happen again or something? How can you just trust these people? How well do you know them? Do you love each other or something?” I might have thought of more questions, but Trowa interupted me.

 

“Quatre's empathic. He can sense what other people are thinking and he's really good at reading people. What exactly happened to you?”

 

“Umm…” I said. Articulate, aren't I?

 

“Worse than the rest of us.” Heero answered for me.

 

“Umm…” I tried to think of something to say.

 

“Worse than you?” Wufei asked.

 

“Yes. More than one person.” Heero again answered.

 

“I…” Why couldn't I say anything?

 

“You mean…more than once, more than one person?” Zechs asked, no mirth at all in his voice.

 

“Yes.” Heero answered. “Bad.”

 

“How bad?” Trowa asked.

 

I'd noticed that Quatre had been looking at me with this odd look on his face. It was like he was trying to concentrate on me and see into my mind…oh shit!

 

I saw his eyes grow wide and tried to stop the images of past abusers from coming to mind. I couldn't. It was like I was a book he was reading and I couldn't stop my pages from turning. I lost myself in the pictures of the book of my mind. I wanted it to stop, but it wouldn't. All those people. All of them hurting me at once.

 

I stood in a stupor while he picked my brain. I didn't realize it at the time, but he was probably just as lost and unable to stop it as I was. We were both crying. I started falling as the images got to be too much. Heero caught me and I snapped out of it. Quatre was leaning heavily on Trowa and sobbing.

 

“I'm…so…so very…sorry…” I rasped out between painful breaths.

 

Trowa started kissing Quatre all over his face, especially his lips. He was whispering something that I couldn't hear. Quatre didn't respond. Heero just set me back on my feet and stepped away quickly. Probably a good idea right now. Meanwhile, Trowa and Quatre were getting kinda hot and heavy.

 

After a few minutes of me looking on in confusion, Trowa suddenly picked Quatre up and brought him upstairs. The rest of us were silent. After a few minutes, we could hear sounds coming from upstairs. They seemed to be coming from the room that Heero had told me was Trowa and Quatre's. It sounded like Trowa was moaning.

 

“I'm going to kill him.” I said in a deadly voice, beginning to walk up the stairs.

 

TBC…

 

Author's Note: Please review…I kinda like writing this one and I hope y'all like reading it. It will have a happy ending, but there will be more angst and violence before that happens. I think it was Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr. who said, “No result is easy which is worth having.” And having Duo and Heero get together in the end is worth it…in my humble opinion…