Disclaimers: Gundam Wing is not mine, nor do I claim to own it. It belongs to
Sunrise/Sotsu and Bandai. This fic is for entertainment purposes only. Adult Content is
protrayed within. If you're underage or not allowed to read, do not. This is your
Warnings: Language, Angst, Lemon,Yaoi
Pairings:3+4, will lead to 1X2X1, ??
Notes: Minna-san, this fic was inspired by the most wonderful fanart godess,
Fablespinner~D~. All credit goes to her for drawing such a damn good hentai pic. After
looking the idea just kinda hit me, and the muses took over from there.
~~~*~~~ dream beginning/ending
The Weather Outside is Frightful
Another man screamed into the beaten boy's ear
before another punch connected with his bruised,
bleeding face. Heero had been in their 'care' for
four days now. He had yet to say a word, silently
taking the physical abuse. His tank top had long ago
been ripped off, the pale light shining down on the
blossoming bruises. Another blow to his ribs, and
unprotected abdomen, the Japanese boy wouldn't give
them the pleasure of hearing him in pain. His mind
was focused inward, trying to deny their words.
'You belong to the colonies. You belong to us, boy'
Every day they returned, three men would surround
him and take turns beating his body while a fourth
stayed in the shadows.
Heero thought back to his capture, somehow they knew
the right sedative that would work on him. Very few
people knew his weakness, and the revelation shook the
boy to the core.
'You're worthless outside this war. You belong to
us, and only us.'
Heero fought the words, he didn't belong to them.
Not anymore, he was a person not a machine. Duo,
where are you. Help me. He thought before falling
Heero looked around, the familiar darkness
surrounding him once more. He called out for the
Perfect Soldier once again, but was answered with
unwavering silence. Slowly realization dawned on him;
he was alone.
The Japanese boy stumbled to the cold, barren ground;
curling up in a ball. Nobody was there; no one would
drive away the virulent darkness as it slowly crept
along his body; devouring the boy, slowly. Tendrils
of despair crawled over his unprotected body;
thousands of spider legs pricking his flesh. Venomous
words echoed in the choking darkness.
'You belong to us'
'A machine to serve our purposes'
'No one wants you'
Heero tried to deny them, the words weren't true. He
didn't belong to anyone, no one owned him. He wasn't
heartless or a machine.
"But you are, because we belong to them. They made us
who we are." The Perfect Solider said while walking
from the darkness; standing before the boy on the
ground. "They own us; we serve them and betrayed them
by loving him."
"Face it boy, you're alone" The man responsible for
everything appear before Heero's eyes; he glared at
the pitiful excuse for a pilot. "He failed you, and
you failed him." The man spat at him.
"It's not true.."
"It is, if he loved you wouldn't he have saved you?
But he hasn't, face it boy he doesn't love you."
"He loves me, Duo does.."
"How could he? Who would want a thing like you?
Broken, cold and made to die for this war. You belong
to me, not him"
Heero woke to the sound of ripping fabric, the
Japanese boy finally figured out what was about to
happen. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ignore
his abusers hands over his body. "Duo.." he whispered,
brokenly as a tear rolled down his cheek.
'What the hell..' The man standing in the shadows
thought as the other three began tearing the boy's
clothes off. Sanders took three steps towards them,
he wouldn't allow it.
"Back off," he almost yelled.
"Why? The boss said to break him.."
"I will not allow this.."
"And you're going to stop us, Pops?"
"Yeah, what are you going to do?
Sanders' blue eyes shifted from the three men in
front of him to the nonmoving form on the table. He
couldn't allow them to do that to the boy, it was
sheer torture watching them beat him, but this was
crossing the line. Anger washed over him, visions of
his son and Heero flashed in his mind. The happiness
in the violets eyes, joy that he couldn't put there.
He watched as the other three slowly back away, an
unholy fire lit his eyes; the fury and anger identical
to the God of Death.
Jonathon Sanders became his employer's top man because
of his advanced martial arts skill, speed and a whole
slew of other qualifications. In the last minutes of
their lives, Jacobs, Smith, and Rovh learned the true
fury of hell.
"Heero, wake up..please.." Duo pleaded with other boy.
They were in their room, Heero lying on the bed.
Three hours had passed since they found the Japanese
boy in the abandoned where house. The braided boy's
eyes were red, puffy and the twin rivers of tears
continued to flow down his cheeks. He was too late,
he couldn't protect his lover. "I'm sorry.."