InuYasha Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Crossover With Non-anime Series Fan Fiction ❯ Go To Hell ❯ Of Traps and Trials ( Chapter 5 )

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

AN: Gosh, it's been such good weather this week.. And he I am updating Go To Hell XD I find that really hilarious... Though, I feel like I'm talking to myself..

Warnings: A bit o' lime.. A bit gorish.. A little punishment for Milliardo.

Summary: Treize receives a new mission from his dear friend... They must go to Earth, heehee!

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or any of its characters.. I don't really want to, either...However, unfortunately, I also don't own any of Final Fantasy's characters *sigh* They belong to Rumiko Takahashi and Square Co., Ltd., Nintendo of America, respectively! ...What does Ltd mean?




Of Traps and Trials




Milliardo, having only been in the inside of Quatre's mansion, and had gone through the thick forest and atop the hill at the cabin for a short time, really had no idea how awful life was in Hell. The ruined mansion was the cream of the crop compared to the messily conjoined groups of buildings and huts. Like on Earth, the higher up you were in status or wealth was proportionate to how well you lived. However, not only that made up the better people, but their appearance and power also separated them from the commoners- who stood weakly with scrawny scarred limbs and their skeletal wires seen through red flesh.

As Wufei drove them through the dark city, lit by a bleeding sun and unreliable lamps, Treize slept and his new slave watched the city as he drove besides the masses of faceless demons and zombies. On slippery walls hung the digital Wanted photos of of Treize, Quatre and Heero in their most advanced demon forms, another juxtaposed image showed them more relaxed. The flyers read that if they were found dead, hunters would gain higher status, maybe even seat themselves on one of Satan's thrones, which were reserved for his children and closest demonic alliances.

They made it too Kikyo's gorgeous Asian, yet primarily gothic, house surrounded by a gate, where then Treize woke up as if by alarm. It was held in seclusion from the rest of the city by that gate. The part they stood before bordered another great forest of willows. Oddly, engraved with the stone walls' architecture of the barricade was a large fireplace. The blonde climbed out of the car as the other two did and to the furnace. Treize knocked once, signaling the wood to fire itself.

"Collateral," it groaned, stilling into a wait.

Treize pulled a knife from his coat, automatically slicing off his right hand and flinging it into the fire; the arm gradually renewed a new hand. The flames promptly devoured the appendage to ashes.

"Go to Earth," came a woman's voice from the furnace, the fire flickering with the words.

Confused for but a second, Treize asked. "Where is Dorothy?"

"You know I do not condone wishes made by Satan. Obviously, she is not here."

"Then, was she ever here?"

"O, yes." The flames flashed to her broken laugh. "You recall the paintings of the Son?"

"Of course," Treize answered gruffly.

"They seem to be both communication and transportation spells, placed by the Ancient Ones. Satan controls them all." The flames began to move angrily. "They are irremovable. When I found some of my sacred scrolls lost, I found her, but the woman escaped through the picture. Somehow she has received Satan's favor..

"But time is short, as there are others ready to attack at Satan's order. Under the nearest willow is buried a box of materia. I'm sure you used the majority of your magic reserves fighting against Naraku's armies and Sesshomaru. Use them to go to Earth."

Already, the great demon lifted a dirty chest filled with purple orbs. He took them and shoved each into his arm, the crystals sliding in cleanly. Out of the some remaining, he gave two to Wufei and Milliardo, who shivered as the warm energy flowed through his body.

"Do you have an idea what you should do up there?"

"How long do you suggest I stay?" asked Treize, resting on the side of the fireplace.

The fire calmed completely before Kikyo answered, "Until the wars begin. Like Gabriel's prophecy."

"So soon?"

"It's been nearly a century since the prophecy."

"And I've been alive for how many of them?"

"That's not the case-"

"Whatever the case is," Treize interrupted, "it'd be a rather long time, wouldn't it? I'm going to impersonate a regular senior in high school."

"And the others?"

Treize digressed, "I'll have Muraki's hideout at my disposal. You know of the Demonic Half-breed Ryo McClain?"

"Ah, the one who has enamored the Heavenly Half-breed Dee Laytner, the two of the police force... What of them? Do you want me to make contact?"

"Yes, send them to Muraki's warehouse around three in the morning to find us in the basement. They'll find his dolls he had replicated to the minute detail of his victims and the other corpses he had left to rot. The force will figure everything else out eventually."

Milliardo blinked at this information. So, Treize was not the serial killer ravaging the town.

"Where are you going to live?"

"Lady Une has already reserved a spot on Earth for me, probably some apartments. She's going to act as my aunt or something. The others are going back to their families."

"...Are you sure?"

"I've had a month to think about it; yes, I'm sure."

A month? He had been asleep for a month?

"Watch out for Muraki, for he is working silently with Sephiroth. So then, take care of Gabriel's flesh, and yourself, I guess."

"That was unnecessary, but likewise, fare thee well."

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Now they made their way back to the cabin. Treize idly studied his slave's face, who pretended not to notice. After a time he brought himself into his fervid imaginings. There was no way he was going to be welcomed back, not by his mom, nor dad, and definitelynot his sister. He was better off in Hell; anything weird happenings could be explained here, even accepted, and not measured against the moral and plain standards up there. Then there was the sex; sex kept him from drugs.

Disallowed from such actions at his home, he would have to return to his tepid life at the highest of society, to nothing.

"Stop that," commanded Treize, face-to-face, forcibly scrutinizing. Hands gently covered his knee and thigh, opposite the passionate gaze.

Breath quickened, Milliardo forced out, "Stop what?"

"Ignoring me. Our bond loosens if you don't try to guess at what I am feeling. You can't guess if you don't look at me."

A feeling, a presence similar to that courageous push he felt from before, swept over him as he watched the emotions pass through the demon's eyes. The man grinned at his slave's effort.

"Are you pleased with me?" Milliardo asked, sure that he was, as the hand groped closer to the tent in his robes.

As Treize squeezed him to almost unbearable pleasure, his legs opened, vulnerable to more of that rough touch. Besides the curling thrill in his groin, heated tendrils of... jealously wrapped around his mind, but Treize's smile went broader.

"Ah, Wufei is envious, though he is keen on opposing me, was from the very beginning." Hot, fleshy lips pressed against his, a slow kiss, a wet tongue seeking entrance before brutally plundering between his teeth. His robe already open, Treize squeezed his arousal again, held the shaft taut by the crown, stroking the rest gingerly, yanking once and again. Such ministrations gave reason for Milliardo to lose all control, fumbling with his master's coat buttons, then pants button, and finally holding that heavy erection in his palm. The purple eyes locked on his turned a darker shade.

"Don't hold it in, let it out like before; I want to hear your voice as I pleasure you." A hand crept beneath his heavy sac and caressed his anxious entrance.

Milliardo went against the mandate, biting his lower lip to stop a groan. Somehow, being in a car made him nervous. A silly thought that was, since they were in Hell and all, but still. Treize changed their positions, so he straddled.

Only a slight press was warning before the demon plunged not one, but three fingers. He felt alone drowning in the pain. Sure, it must be Treize's doing, having that bond sheared for punishment, to endure by himself the abruptness of being split in two. He could scarcely breathe, only held on dearly to the masculine shoulders of his master.

"A-ahn...I'm sorry, sir." Milliardo caught himself nearly screaming as those fingers spread wide inside him; he let the tears flow, though, hiccups trailing free when the fingers slid out in their stretch.

"How quickly you forget, I care not for apologies. Do you remember what I do care for, my pretty bitch?" He emphasized the last word with a quick, severe thrust, eyes blazing with lust and control.

"Please, master, p-please stop." The fingers left him, a gentle hand petting again. The other waved in front of his master's lips, blood giving them a dark sheen before disappearing into that fanged mouth, coming out clean. A ripple of pleasure coursed through him, whether his or his master's, he had no idea, but it kept the soreness in his ass away.

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That session ended there, as they arrived to the path through the forest. Treize had already contacted his demon companions and ordered them to come to the forest; bring his Carrion Spear, his sword, along with them was another command. Of course, they would have to carry some belongings with them, as in some spellbooks.

They had to plant themselves in a black, largely pronged tree high above the mindless cannibals below. Its heavy branches from thousands of years of growth supported all seven of them on one branch when everyone came together.

Having had materia stuffed into his biceps, Heero now fueled seals of transport, a gate to earth, with his blood, drawing them accurately from memory. When three large circles were drawn around the limbs, he began taking off his clothes, and the others began to get naked as well.

Milliardo had no idea why, but he removed his robe just in case. He watched Heero stand before Treize, the first slide of the finely decorated steel through his arm caused the seals to glow tremendously, the smaller demon's spirit shimmering in and out of his demonic body Shell. No words left him as the rest of the ordeal was accomplished. With his spirit left, a blue covering for his white soul, Treize molded his hands to black flames, face contorted in concentration as he formed a human Shell for Heero. As soon as he was done, he raised a hand to the high sky, which opened up. The new Shell flew straight through.

"Fuck, I hate how much this hurts," Quatre said timidly, whining throughout the whole procedure. Next was Trowa, then Duo, and lastly Wufei. Milliardo had not the courage to go ahead before any of them, good thing too, for it felt as horrible as before. Before that though, he asked how was Mr. Treize going to make it. He only shrugged his shoulders in response.

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"Treize, shit, how weak is this Shell? I feel like I'm gonna burst into a thousand pieces," Quatre complained, lying flat on the ground, not paying a single heed to the rotting corpse beside the hand he leaned on.

Treize did not give his friend an answer, taken to a mysterious cell phone. His smaller restrained human body gave him a completely different look, as well as Heero and Quatre. Three new seventeen-year-old bodies hid their ancient ones, having to flex their muscles to get their power flowing.

A clammy cold hand clutched Milliardo's knee, Trowa's; his eyes were closed from the grotesque mutilated bodies frothing with mold and decay.

"What's wrong with you?" Heero asked Duo, who's clean, heart-shaped face had turned to mucus green, then he passed out. Heero eyed him passively then asked Treize what the message was about.

"Ryo says they'll be coming in a couple of hours to 'rescue' us."

"I don't get it," voiced Quatre, "How exactly are we gonna convince them that they,"-He jerked a thumb to Milliardo and them-"are fine and dandy when they just saw their bodies all cut up and everything?"

"Ryo says he's going to brainwash the force into thinking the killer, with help from a cohort from inside the force, burned the bodies before an advanced autopsy could be performed. Then no one will be sure that any of them were really the victims," Treize explained. "And that this has been happening for all the victims."

"I thought they do the DNA stuff first before saying anything?"

"No, I think first it is family and friend recognition, then they get the idea of actually confirming everything with all that."

"Humans are so retarded, just get the DNA outta the way- Well, I digress, what next?"

"What else?" said Heero grumpily. "We're going to wait." He closed his striking dark-blue eyes to rest, just as Trowa had fallen asleep.

Milliardo did the same, dreaming of Heaven in Hell, and waking to some Hell on Earth.