InuYasha Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Crossover With Non-anime Series Fan Fiction ❯ Go To Hell ❯ Of Trust and Love ( Chapter 6 )

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

He hadn't remembered waking up. Hell, he didn't honestly remember falling asleep. Yet, he certainly knew he had not lain down somewhere naked, bound, and, remembering the putrefaction of Muraki's hideout, in a soft comfortable bed with a billion pillows.

But he did indulge in the natural solace of his surroundings, the satin pillows and blankets, the perfect aroma of fruit and spice, the heady musk of natural sweat and sex. Of course, he refused to open his eyes- the place had a natural evil to it, a false haven, a delightful trick to pick at the wretched. Even with the seemingly rude ease, it felt like someone had died here, that maybe many have died here. Suckers they had been and died thus.

Milliardo ruined the good feelings. Overreacting could be a big part of it, but innate sense won over. He will not drive himself into a panic attack by opening his eyes and finding body pieces strewn on the thick carpets, which he surmised were there.

He could crawl, quite uncomfortably, around the bed, and would bet a hand he looked ridiculous sliding around like a worm. What would have been more humiliating was if he had succeeded in pissing himself when he heard the door open.

"Oh, you're up already," came a voice so heavy with sensuality, against the sheets a healthy erection burst to life. Thinking twice about getting up, the blonde decided to stay lying down. Thick, leaden steps- wooden floors- marched across to the bed and settled an equally heavy weight, the mass denting the bed and inducing Milliardo to slide down practically into the arms of his abductor. They swarmed over his body seductively, caressing the soft, firm muscles in his legs and shoulders. Warm feelings entered his body, but not his heart, and that realization brought his comfort to a halt.

"Open your eyes."

Milliardo thought the man would say that, and he expected his stomach to flip, but his eyes remained closed.

"Hm, I didn't think I would have to torture you, but that's the only way."

A suffocating blow came to his stomach- almost instantly giving rise to a coughing fit, his mouth starting to line with blood. It was such a hard punch, his spine hurt.

"Open your eyes."

"No," he answered; if this person wanted so badly for him to open his eyes, then there was some mysterious, dangerous reason to do so, and he wasn't going to be caught in a tight spot because of it. The second hit was harder than the first and made him fly off the bed and skid along the smooth wooden floor until he hit a wall.

This guy didn't want to kill him, but there could be plans of torture far worse than this. Plans he especially wouldn't be able to handle- like a whip, or brands, or knives. He wished Treize was here, even if he was a demon, and pretty sadistic, and the things he did hurt like Hellfire, but it was better than this. He didn't feel like he was going to die- well, not exactly.

"I guess I'm going to have to use a weapon? A sword, perhaps? I'll cut you from the bottom up to your pretty head." Yea, that's what he was afraid of.

"You must be the third party Cloud was talking about."

Treize! Treize, Treize- why was he coming at the nick of time? Milliardo hoped this won't become a habit of his.

A slight rush of energy washed over him as someone stood over his body. The blonde was sure it was Aizen; he thought first of the bad things that would happen, so he wouldn't be that surprised when it happened.

"Get up, my pretty little bitch." Well, that's wonderful, so the bitch groped for the wall and steadied himself as he stood up. "Thank you, Aizen, I've now convinced myself that more is not better- less ropes have a stronger effect than a full-body tie-up."

"You're welcome, Treize. May I ask how you come to find me here? The barriers should have held in my Aura and blocked the use of spells."

Milliardo could hear the grin in his demon's voice. "I'll give you one clue- Your barriers only blocked spells made by the spiritual Aura."

"Of course."

"Yea, of course."

His ropes were cut, wrists and ankles chafing, and he was picked up under the knees. Treize, as if he had all the time in the world, slowly ambled out the room- Milliardo could tell because of the way his master suddenly balanced him vertically to fit through the door, and the unpleasurable feeling of darkness faded away. The creak of a heavy ancient door sounded; a fresh breeze rippled over his flesh. They were outside.

"Milliardo."

The boy thought hard, extremely hard, migraine-pounding hard and he came to the conclusion that it has been a long time since Treize called him by his name!

"Yes, sir?"

"Why have you your eyes closed?"

"Do you want me to open them?" He didn't really feel safe to do so, even with Treize.

"No. Aizen has the ability to control a person just by looking at their eyes. If he had succeeded with you, we will in some very high water- matter-of-fact, I would be dead, surely."

A bizarre array of questions bombarded the blonde: "Why didn't it affect you?"

"I have a spell that wards against it." He let out a small chuckle. "I was blind for years because I did it wrong, but Aizen killed my mother that way, and Iason didn't want to take any chances. Of course, he told me to wait for him to do the spell correctly, but, as you know, I'm an impatient man."

Albeit nervously, Milliardo asked, "Did Satan tell Aizen to kill your mom?"

The bond between them passed a sad note from Treize to Milliardo. "He has always killed our mothers- right when we turn sixteen, my half-brothers and sisters."

"Why sixteen?" Treize shrugged in response, so he changed the subject. "So Aizen works from him?"

"Ha. Not anymore, not since Aizen had been assigned to Soul Society work. I'm putting you down, and you can open your eyes now- but I wouldn't suggest it." His slave kept his eyes shut and felt himself feeling on the warm hood of a rusty idle car. He maneuvered his way inside to the back seat.

"Treize, what's wrong? I thought he died with the feelings you sent me." Wufei was in the back with him. "Stop being a wuss! Open your eyes!"

Now, if it was something to be wussy about, then it was definitely something he didn't want to see.

"Wufei, you only say that because you've become used to it. Don't make him go through the same panic you went through."

"I didn't panic...So why were you sad earlier?"

"Aw, I didn't know you cared, Wufei," teased Treize, starting the car out of or in wherever they were going.

The Chinese boy huffed. "Never mind. I don't care."

"I was talking about my mothers and my stepmothers after my mother and how they all got killed by Satan."

"Oh." Milliardo could feel the guilt radiating from his slavemate.

"Why don't you call Satan your father, master?"

Wufei chided him with a severe tongue: "Would you call the devil your father?"

"...If he was my father.. Yes, I would. Just because he's evil doesn't make him any less than a father- He's just not what you would have in mind for a patriarchal figure."

"Ah, the truth hurts," Treize murmured.

"What's Soul Society?"

"Do you plan on changing topics or do they just pop inside your head?"

"Why can't you just answer a question directly?" That was Wufei.

"Because,"- the demon son grinned in the rear view mirror- "I don't have to, but anyways, before I was so rudely interrupted," -Wufei snarled at him- "Soul Society is another realm, like Earth, Heaven, and Hell, where a group of souls with neither affiliation with God or Satan reside and take over the job of sending souls to Heaven or Hell.

"Soul Society also holds the Great Gates to Earth, blahblah. The gate of Earth is weak; Hell is a bit stronger; and of course Heaven has those unbreakable golden gates. Humans can never cross any of these gates unless they have the Seal of Approval. Demons can chip the gate of Earth or slip through the cracks, if they are too lazy to do it by spells and would like to risk their lives going against the soul guardians. Angels never have reason to go to Soul Society- their spells alone can get them to Earth as guardian angels or whatever."

"Wow."

"Yea, wow."

"Why doesn't God just do all the stuff that Soul Society is doing?"

Treize scoffed. "Why doesn't God get rid of Satan? Why doesn't he destroy all humans so that no one would worry about anything anymore? Hell if I know. All I do know is that there are many people after you just so they can open the Gates in Soul Society, have a big war that they think will win, bring on the Apocalypse and Heaven only knows what happens after that."

Wufei jumped in, "What about the Antichrist? Isn't someone like that supposed to show up before the Apocalypse?"

"That's Satan," Treize said, "Eventually, after a few years of no progress on his side, he'll come up and get Milliardo himself. Take over the world, turn the world against religion, bring you and a lot of other people out into the spotlight and voila. Well, if we let him."

"So the Bible stuff is right... I feel sorry for the atheists." Milliardo really did feel bad though; he didn't like the fact that innocent people with good hearts going to Hell because of their free minds.

"Not exactly. The Christians got it mostly right-from the beginning they sort of had it wrong, but they got it all down in the end." Treize began to laugh and explained, "I feel such heavy anticipation from you two. Are you actually interested in what I'm saying? Learning this in school was such a bore. Making bonds was much more interesting."

Milliardo found himself leaning forward as his master talked; he was never interested in creationism or evolution or anything like that but to conversate on on one with a demon himself- who knew straight what was right and wrong.

"You went to school?"

"I was granted to go to school. It is seriously good to even set foot in Hogwarts School of Supernaturals. Best years of my life, anyway."

"Never heard of that school," Wufei said and added,"It's absolutely rancid here, Treize."

"Where are we, master?" Milliardo was starting the get anxious. The air smelled like piles of shriveled corpses, you could practically taste the metallic air of dried blood. Plus, he could hear the roar of thousands of doomed moans. A shriek of terrifying volume literally rattled the windows.

"If you opened your eyes, you will see. But," he trailed a bit, "if you can't bother to see it, I won't bother to tell you. It'll be another hour before we get to the border of this place."

"I don't think I can stand another hour of this. Can't you use a spell to get us out of here?"

"Umm... I used all of it as a spell to get us here to rescue the damsel in distress."

The Chinese demon grunted. "And you forgot the materia."

"Forgot completely."

"How long was I gone?" Milliardo interrupted, still unsure if he really wanted to see his surroundings or not.

"About a week or so; Cloud nearly strangled me. Cloud's an angel working for Gabriel; they are good friends, even before I was alive."

The car bumped something so suddenly then, the blonde's blue eyes sprang open, and he immediately shouted, "Are we in Hell again?!"

Demons were eating other demons here, and there were far stretches of buildings and castles in Oriental style dotting the lands, which were guarded by giant demons

"Yep... And we are far, far, far away from where we had been."

"To put it abstractly," Wufei spoke nonchalantly, "where we were was somewhere in California, now we are, in a flat plane, in Japan."

"Flat plane?"

"Hell, Heaven, and Soul Society are flat. At the ends of Hell there are flames, Soul Society barriers, and the pretty clouds of Heaven. Earth used to be flat until the easy rips to Soul Society gave reason for God to close it and make Earth round."

"Wait, so what border were you talking about?"

"The border out of Aizen's land. Soul Society sometimes have to come to Hell to get back souls. Soul Reapers, the beings that look over the society, have different opinions on who goes to Heaven or Hell, even though there is the Book of Knowledge that explains that on lengthy terms. Anyway, if a soul is given the wrong punishment, such as being sent to a level of Hell, they'll have to get it back. "

"Can't I do a spell to get us out of here?"

"He forgot Tallgeese, his sword, which is the only safe way to cut your Shell to get to Earth. There are other ways to get out... but... they are dangerous and are used usually only for one person."

Milliardo, disappointed, dejectedly stared outside and watched as half-formed demons made their way across the barren wasteland, slithering through the dreary ghost streets of ghouls.

"What's wrong with these demons?" came the double question, as it seemed that both Wufei and Milliardo were thinking the same thing. Treize laughed at them.

"Those aren't demons; they're Pieces. Large pieces of demon energy materialized in some sort of Shell. Zombies are an advanced form of Pieces, called forth from either dead demons or dead Pieces." Treize then rode over a particularly slow Piece." They don't ever come out as beautiful as human Partials. Ugh, I sound like Iason when he was teaching me in Hell Life class."

"Partials are...?"

"Oh, they are humans with a very small amount of demon energy or celestial energy, like only significant enough to change their DNA- vampires, werewolves, witches, and exorcists, Japanese mikos, Mayan ritualists- all humans with a specific power and too many weaknesses.

"You both recall what I had said before about how Christians 'got it right in the end'?" They nodded, absorbed in his talk and caused him to smile smugly. "No religion on Earth is entirely correct, and all of them are partly true."

"But the Christians are mostly right?" Wufei sounded like a student and Treize was his teacher.

"Actually, the Asian religions are mostly right. They are the only ones that have transcended the thought of man into what they believed would be right in God's eyes, beyond what humans would call wicked, and that was through Enlightenment. They are also right about reincarnation and never-ending karma, the non-sinful-ness of polygamy, and the presence of spiritual deities besides God, angels, and demons.

"So... humans are arguing over nothing. God, I believe, made every human to follow his or her heart, and, since every human thinks differently, no one person is right or wrong. Not even atheists; though some are accidentally sent to Hell, their correct punishment is to go through reincarnation until their souls wear out."

"What about those who mock God or refuses him outright?"

"Like Satan?"

"Yes, master."

"It depends.. Like, if someone compares God to Santa Claus on occasion, that's not so bad. But if they say he's just some sadistic being who enjoys playing with human lives then they'll go straight to Hellfire or get hanged by their tongues in another layer of Hell until their soul gets a demon Shell. Another thing Christians are wrong about; why send so many souls for eternity in fire when they'll ask for forgiveness? It isn't fair if some people die before they correct their wrongdoings so that's why most souls sent to Hell are reincarnated in Hell."

Milliardo and his slavemate now leaned on one another listening to Treize. The former slave asked, "Do all souls get reincarnated?"

"Heaven's no. Some really do get sent to Hell for eternity. But those are the people who are really, really evil."

"What about homosexuals?" Wufei murmured.

"I knew one of you were going to ask that. As I said before, God made everyone to follow their own heart, and if his heart says he should marry a boy and he himself is a boy, then it is alright."

"What about bestality and pedophiles?"

"Both of those are forms of sexual attraction, which is in the mind, not romantic attraction, which is from the heart."

"We need someone like you on Earth, master."

"Oh, please, I learned most of what I know from my teacher Iason. He was my guardian after my mother died and gave me all the lessons he wanted to me to learn."

After that they drove on in silence, and just when the two in the back were starting to fall asleep, having had habituation against the Pieces outside, Milliardo veered on another question.

"Even though you are a demon, how did you meet the angel Gabriel?"

Quiet answered him, sort of a sad and lonely quiet, before Treize said, "It was after my mother died. Many years before she had given me a Soul Capsule, which was used by Soul Society to capture souls. I have no idea how she got it, but she told me to capture her soul and bury it somewhere on Earth. Later, after roaming the human world if search of a proper place to give her soul peace, Gabriel saw me and put me on Oath, in which we were to promise each other something in order to get something in return. He would put my mother in Heaven, and I would have to look, find, and protect you, Milliardo, for the rest of my life. He also gave the prophecy that the Apocalypse was to come soon, like, in my freakin' lifetime, and it would be unlike anything I've ever heard or read or thought of."