Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Violence plus Sex equals Love ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Violence + Sex = Love

Warnings: AU, OOC, bastardized Quatre and Heero, NCS, violence, bondage, S+M, voyeurism, lemon, school fic, squick, strange, toys.

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: 1x2, 4x2, references to past 1x6, 4x6, 1x5, 4x5, 1x3, 4x3, slight R+1 (unrequited).

Note: This idea came to me after reading a very disturbing chapter of Scar Tissue and a “willing rape” discussion I had with my friends. This fir is pretty weird, in case you didn't notice by the title. I got the idea a couple of years ago, but just started writing it now. It's one of those `not really a happy ending by conventional terms, but happy for the characters' type stories. C'mon, people, have you never seen `The Descent'?! Anyway, the plan is that I put up all of the fics I've already written, so it's gonna take me a while to update fics I've already posted, but I will get to them.

“No Bounce, No Play.”

 

 

Prologue

 

“Bye, Sister!” Duo called out as he ran out the church door, long cinnamon braid trailing behind him. Sister Helen, the nun in charge of the Maxwell Church's orphanage and the twenty-two orphans that lived in the orphanage, waved at him from the hallway, her crystal-blue eyes twinkling with happiness and pride, seeing the fruits of nine years of mothering and hard work, literally walk out the door. The nun balanced a sleeping five-year-old on her shoulder, smiling.

“Have a good day at school, Duo!”

“I will!” The fifteen-year-old boy called back.

Nine years ago, in the middle of the night during a thunderstorm, the worst one in many years, a young blonde boy showed up at the church's doorstep carrying a small, brown-haired child wrapped in his jean jacket, both boys were heavily soaked by the rain. The blonde boy, his blue t-shirt covered in blood, handed his shivering bundle to Helen.

“Please, take care of him,” he begged before he collapsed, dead, having lost too much blood from a single gunshot would in his stomach. Father Maxwell carried the body into the church and covered it with a blanket, then called the police. Sister Helen looked down to see scared amethyst eyes staring at her. The young child clung to her, shaking.

“It's okay, honey,” she soothed, running her hand over the boy's long, tangled hair. She brought him upstairs to a bathroom and drew him a bath. As she undressed him, revealing both old and new bruises on his fair skin, he didn't resist. It was only when he was in the hot water that he relaxed. She began to wash his hair, gently, so he wouldn't be startled. His hair was actually not nearly as tangled as it had looked, she noted with relief.

“What's your name, baby?”

“Duo. Solo said he'd stay with me. So'm Duo.” Helen smiled at the cute boy's loyalty to his now-dead friend.

“And how old are you?” He held up his hands.

“Six.” Helen used a washcloth to rinse the shampoo and soap off of him.

“Do you have any parents?” He shook his head.

“Nu-uh. Daddy did a bad thing an' Solo punished him.” Helen froze as she felt a chill drift up her spine.

“What bad thing did your daddy do, Duo?”

“He hit mommy until she couldn't get up no more.” Helen picked up a hairbrush with a shaky hand.

“Is Solo your brother?”

“Nu-uh. He lived outside. He di'n't have parents like me. I'd make sandwiches for him, though my parents never knew that. Does that make me a bad person?” She smiled and shook her head, tears in her eyes as she begun to braid his hair.

“No, honey. You did a good thing. You helped out someone who needed your help and I'm sure he appreciated it. But, Duo, what did Solo do to your Daddy?”

“He came through my window'n tried to take me with him, but Daddy shot him. So he took my bat and hit him until he was bleeding a lot. Daddy didn't come after us. I think he's dead like Solo and Mommy. I miss Solo more than him. Does that make me bad?”

“Of course not,” she murmured, helping him out of the tub and wrapped a towel around him. She dressed him in pajamas and handed him over to the police. He told his story to them and he was handed back to her. For nine years, she took care of Duo. At first, she worried how the traumatized boy would be as he grew older, but her worries were unfounded. As Duo grew, he became a healthy, energetic teenager. He did not anger easily, he always helped with the younger children. In nine years, Helen had grown to love him like a mother. And now, on his very first day of school, she couldn't help but feel a burst of pride.

Duo hummed `Time to Say Goodbye' under his breath as he walked briskly through the town towards the high school. He swung his black book bag over his shoulder and tried to bury his anxiety deep down inside of him. In his nine years living at the church, he had never gone to school. Instead, Sister Helen had home schooled him. He had sensed that Helen worried about how he would react to other people. He didn't blame her, though. As a child, he had been constantly afraid of everything. He couldn't trust people. Whenever he had met someone new, he would flinch away from them, expecting to be yelled at or hit. He didn't remember much about his childhood, just enough to understand that that fear stemmed from his father's abuse. Because of his timid ness and distrust, on one had wanted to adopt him. Whenever he was brought back to the orphanage, Sister Helen looked so mad. He learned early on that this anger was not directed at him, but at those who had brought him back. She was angry at the people that didn't want a child like Duo simply because they didn't want to put in any extra effort.

Despite Duo's childhood anxieties, in his teens, being surrounded by kind, patient people, those anxieties slowly disappeared and now he felt that he was finally ready to take that extra step into the world of public school. He loved his family at the church, but he missed Solo terribly. He wanted friends, he wanted to be a part of the world. There was an alien feeling deep inside of him. A longing for… something. He didn't know yet what that feeling was, but he felt that this was a step in the right direction.

Duo stood in front of the large, red-brick structure, just staring at it. He sighed, rubbing one of the straps of his bag in a nervous gesture. He took a deep breath and entered the school.

 

 

End Prologue