overall- 5x4, 3+4, 1+2 [implied], and others. this part- remembered 5x4, 5x2, 1x2; 3+4 notes: <<.....>> = flashback // italics // = inner thoughts warnings: YAOI *ANGST* LEMON NCS. Bastardized Wufei. {before you run though, he does have reasons, and is not made evil "just because". and this is not your average "he's raping him because he has nothing better to do on a Saturday night" type fic. He does have twisted reasoning, and demons, and I try to do him justice.} |
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"Well, I guess now's the time I'm supposed to tell you all my diabolical plans, right? Isn't that how it works? The good guys come in, and then the villain tells them every aspect of his scheme, including the reasons he did it." Wufei smiled to himself. "Why is that, do you think? Why the interest in the why's? They should just kill him. Bang." He looked right at Heero. "Bang, he's dead, all the loose ends are wrapped up." Heero's jaw was clenched. He was managing to control his anger, but his hard fought control was slipping. The only thing keeping the Japanese boy back was that Trowa seemed to have even less control than he did. The green eyed boy was visibly seething. Trowa was usually so calm, even when he was angry he hid it. His face was always neutral, never letting anyone see the emotions whirling under the surface. The taller boy stalked around the room, like a restless animal testing the confines of its cage. His eyes were pinned to Wufei, sizing up the Chinese boy like a beast scoping its prey. But Heero understood his anger. Trowa had finally found the one person who saw past the carefully constructed facade that he had built. And that person had almost been stolen from him, in fact part of him would always be different. Heero knew very well what Trowa was feeling. Only Trowa had another chance. And Heero vowed to do everything in his power to make that blessed chance work. "So you'd like to know why? Well.. why what? There are so many things I've done. Could you be more specific in your questions?" Wufei smiled at them, his black eyes dancing. Trowa couldn't restrain himself, the smug bastard was still mocking them. Taking their pain and twisting it cruelly. He strode over to Wufei and smacked him hard across the face. The Chinese boy's head snapped to the side, a loud crack ringing in the room. He turned back to Trowa, still smiling. "Did you enjoy that Trowa? I always did. Perhaps you're more able to handle Quatre than I gave you credit for. If I had known you liked to hit, maybe we could have shared him.." Trowa looked like he was going to be ill. He stared at the hand that had hit Wufei as if he had never seen it before. "I'm nothing like you. I would never raise my hand to Quatre!" "Oh, but it's ok to hit me?" Wufei raised his eyebrows, "I see, that makes perfect sense. I'm sure you won't mean to hit Quatre.. but one day he'll make you mad, say something that angers you, and then.. whap!" Trowa looked horrified, he backed away from Wufei shaking his head. "No.. NO!" Wufei shook his head. "It's no use trying to deny what's in you." His black eyes lit up, "Oh, gods, and do you know what that would do to him? That would destroy him. You, his dream, his salvation, hitting him, breaking him like that." He licked his lips. "Oh, that would be beautiful. His eyes, he has the most expressive eyes you know, his eyes would be so dead, so flat and dull. And he look up at you, and you'd see his world shatter in them." Trowa stumbled back, shaking his head in denial. No, he would never hit Quatre. Never. But.. but.. Wufei was right, he had enjoyed hitting him. Knowing he was causing pain to the raven haired boy had been satisfying. He could feel the bile rising in his throat. Was he no better than Wufei? Deriving pleasure from the pain of others? What if.. what if he did hurt Quatre? What if, accidentally he hit him? His heart constricted. He almost ran from the room, hardly making it outside before he became violently sick. Inside the house Wufei smirked. "That was too easy." Heero clenched his jaw tighter. "You've managed to almost destroy Quatre, and given time I'm sure you could do the same Trowa. But I won't let you." Wufei laughed loudly. "Yuy, the protector of the innocent. But Quatre's not that innocent anymore, now is he?" he winked. Heero's fist smashed into Wufei's face. Blood flowed from his broken nose, trailing down over his lips which were still curved into a smile. Heero left the room to check on Trowa. The taller boy was leaning against the cabin, his face ashen. Heero helped him inside, supporting most of Trowa's weight, as the banged boy seemed to have gone limp. They made it back to the bedroom, Trowa taking note of Wufei's now blood covered face. The Chinese boy licked some of it off his face, and made a kissing noise in their direction. Trowa looked like he was going to be ill again, and dashed into the bathroom. Heero followed, glaring at an amused Wufei. Inside the small bathroom Trowa was standing before the mirror, staring at it blankly. He felt disgusted with himself. And angry that he had let Wufei see he was affecting him. He jerked the cabinet open and rustled through it, finally finding a toothbrush amidst the mess. His mind briefly registered that it was Quatre's. That small bit of information bolstered his spirit. Quatre. That's what he was here for. He would find out all he could in order to help the blonde. Feeling somewhat better he began to vigorously brush his teeth. Heero sat himself on the rim of the bathtub. Once Trowa finished brushing he washed his mouth out with water, and then he splashed some on his face. Heero fished a towel out of the shower, and handed it to the taller boy. "Did that help?" Trowa shook his head. He sat down on the floor, and hugged his knees to his chest. "A little," his voice was ragged, strained. Heero sighed. "Wufei is just trying to get under your skin. We all know that you would never hurt Quatre. And you're nothing like that bastard out there Trowa. *Nothing*." Trowa looked up at Heero, his eyes fear filled. "You don't understand. He was right Heero. He was *right*! I *did* enjoy hitting him.I liked knowing that I was causing him pain. It felt good. It still does. I want to hit him again. I want to hit him until his face breaks under my fist, and then I want to hit him more. I'm just as sick as he is." Heero jumped to his feet, his face angry. "You're *nothing* like him! Yes, you enjoyed hitting him. So did I. For what he's done he deserves far more than a slap on the face. But hitting him is far different from hitting Quatre. You know that Trowa. Just like you know that no matter what he said or did, you would never strike Quatre." "But.. I *liked* hitting him. That can't be right." Heero shook his head. "No, what isn't right is what he did to Quatre. Quatre never did anything, and still Wufei..," he trailed off, not wanting to bring up the details. "And still he hurt him. I hardly think you hitting that bastard once makes you a monster." He kneeled by Trowa, taking his chin in his hand. "He's playing with your head. Don't let him win." The tall boy gulped and nodded. Heero helped him to his feet. "Ready to go back in there?" The blue eyed boy started for the door, but Trowa grabbed his arm. "I promised Quatre that we would let him live." Heero's eyes held no surprise. "Then we'll just have to make him *wish* he was dead..." Wufei looked at them curiously as they entered. "Bathroom pep talk all done?" Heero took his gun from the waistband of his shorts. He clicked off the safety, and aimed it at Wufei. "We want answers, and we want them now. No more bullshit Wufei." The Chinese boy rolled his eyes. "Am I expected to believe you'd actually kill me? I know you won't. Because if I die you'll never understand, and it will eat at you. Everyone always wants to know why. Why this? Why that? And you know I'm the only one who can tell you." Heero nodded. "That's true. But I know you *want* to tell us. You're dying to. You can barely restrain yourself from telling us everything. Go ahead, Wufei, enlighten us." The raven haired boy snorted. "You could never understand." Trowa sat down on the bed. "Try us." Wufei frowned for a second, it was obvious he was debating. Heero was right, he *did* want to tell them everything. But he liked having the power of being the only to know the whole story. "You could never understand the beauty I see. To you, beauty has to be happy. Like Quatre's smiling face, perhaps. But you fail to see the other side of beauty. The dark side, the ugly side. The dark can be just as beautiful as the light. Maybe even more so, because few realize the beauty of the ugliness." Heero moved to sit on the bed next to Trowa. He clicked the safety back on the gun, and laid it down between them. Trowa was watching Wufei carefully, his mind working to understand the meaning of the Chinese boy's words. But he strove to keep his face neutral, to keep from letting Wufei know how deeply he was hurting. "What do you mean, the ugly side of beauty? How can anything ugly be beautiful?" Wufei looked thoughtful, as he tried to find the perfect way to answer. His voice became almost wistful, as he thought back upon all them time he had spent with Quatre. "To me beauty is seeing him after I've taken him. His body lying flat, broken. His skin covered in bruises, the marks a virtual kaleidoscope of colors. His blood flowing freely, covering his body. The red so bright you think it could blind you. The absolute desecration of perfection. To be trite, a fallen angel." He was almost breathless as he recalled seeing Quatre that way. So broken, so perfect. "Taking something that was once pure, and making it dirty. The filth is beautiful. The first time I saw him like that; it wasn't our first time, we were too rushed then. But the first time I saw him that way, I think that was the first time I truly *saw* him." Wufei dark eyes shone. "His innocence, his fight, his entire self stripped away. It was like his soul was bare before my eyes. And it was breathtaking. And it was mine. I knew I was the only one who ever see him like that. " Trowa shook his head, his green eyes fierce. "You're wrong. I'm going to make him happy. I'm going to be able to look at his beautiful face everyday for the rest of our lives. And if we.. when we.. then *that* will be beautiful. It will be a beauty you'll never see." Wufei chuckled, and shook his head. "Oh, you might make love to him. You might see the happy side of his beauty. But I was the only one to see his dark side. To him broken, and bleeding, cut, and beaten. Taking his body was pleasurable, but that was only half of it." He caught Trowa's eyes, staring down the taller boy as he continued. "To see the pain twisting his face as I hurt him. Hearing him scream, and beg as he tore. His blood mixing with my essence inside his body; that was ugly. That was beautiful. And afterwards, as he lay there, that was the first time I witnessed his beauty. The anguish that clouded his eyes, as he cried. His naked body bruised all over. The blood that dripped from him, his -life- dripping from him. The physical pain that was evident as he tried to move. The betrayal, the defeat, the horror of everything. And knowing that if I wanted to do it all over again, he'd let me. And it was in that instant that I knew I loved him." Trowa stared at the boy they had called friend. He was taken aback by the way Wufei spoke so eloquently of his abusive treatment of Quatre. It was like the Chinese boy viewed what he had done as some sort of spiritual enlightenment. And not only that, but Wufei seemed to actually believe that he loved Quatre. That the abuse was his way of showing his love, and Quatre's acceptance of it was the blonde's way of reciprocating it.. He couldn't even form a reply. He was still trying to make sense of it all. Part of him was finally seeing how deep Wufei's sickness ran, but another part of him was consumed with all out rage. How could Wufei see torturing Quatre as beautiful? How could he take something that was already so precious and find enjoyment in breaking it down to nothing? What was beautiful about Quatre beaten into submission? What was beautiful about his blood, and his tears? How could he call that love?! Trowa snapped. "You sick bastard." He lunged forward, noting the surprise in Wufei's eyes right before his fist smashed into his face. Over and over his trembling hands pounded into the caramel skin. His knuckles grew red with blood. He could hear Heero yelling, feel the Japanese boy trying to move him, but he stood firm. He could hear himself talking, though his voice seemed dim, like he was hearing it through a wall. "I'm going to kill you. I'm going to beat you like you did him, but I'm going to finish the job." And through his haze he could hear Wufei's voice. "You think that you're guilt free? That you had nothing to do with it? Your hands are as bloodstained as mine. I never would have been able to touch him if it wasn't for you. You held him there as I raped him. You held him down, and let me have my way. Every tearing thrust, every bruising blow, every little cut was all made possible by you. You distracted him while I tortured him. Without you none of this would have been possible. He did to save everyone, but most of all to save you, Barton. Your precious little angel gave his soul to the devil in exchange for yours. You tied him to me with a force stronger than any I could have used. And for that I thank you." Trowa cried out, his voice strangled. His hands stopped their motions and moved instead to wind around Wufei's throat. His long fingers curled into the tender flesh, squeezing the life out of the dark haired boy. "No! I would never have let it happen! Don't try to blame this on me! If I could have been there I would have saved him! If I had known.. if I had only known.." Wufei's words slashed to his very core. They hit every sore spot deep inside. His fingers slipped from Wufei's now bruised throat as he slumped to the ground. Trowa collapsed, his legs simply giving out. He was too worn out to deal with all this. Everything that was happening was all too consuming. All of Wufei's words worked themselves under his skin, and into his mind. He just felt tired. All he wanted to do was take Quatre away and snuggle down for a long rest. And maybe when he woke this would all be over. He was tired of this cabin, with it's stench of blood, and death. He was tired of Wufei, and all his mind games. He was tired of this aching guilt. He just didn't want to deal with any of this anymore. A few short weeks ago he had rushed back here, intent on making his feelings known to Quatre. And here in this very room he had seen his entire dream shattered. His entire *self* shattered. And all the crazy whims of traitorous friend. He felt a hand rest on his shoulder. Heero was behind him, trying to give him support. The Japanese boy could sense he was close to giving up. But in his own quiet way Heero was telling him to stay strong. Wufei looked down at Trowa. He could tell the brunette was close to losing it. Just one more push.. His dark eyes narrowed, as he lost himself to thought. "I would have given anything too see you after one of those times. To see you kneeling beside his violated body. Maybe you'd brush his hair back, touch his face lightly. Maybe you'd hold his hand, or whisper to him. Try to convince yourself it would all be ok, even though you knew it wouldn't. Try to deny what had happened, to still think of him as untouched, unsullied. Pure...," he paused for a second, studying Trowa, before continuing. "I rarely touched his face, save for a few black eyes, and maybe a bruise or two. Would that be all you focused on? Or would you force yourself to see the rest? To look at his naked body, and see the signs of abuse. To know that you were the one who held him down while it occurred. Would you cradle him close and weep for what you couldn't change? For what you had been the cause of? For what you hadn't stopped? Would it have broken your heart? Or do you even have one? To let your best friend, not to mention the one you love, and the one who loves you, suffer like that... I wonder how you can stand it. Would you still stand by and watch as I killed him? Would you offer comfort as his life ebbed away? You would be the last thing he saw. The last thing he focused on. And as his eyes slid shut forever, would you even mourn the loss?" Wufei's voice turned harsh, accusing. "Or would you dismiss it as another casualty, and move on? Leaving him there all alone, forgotten. Like his life meant less than nothing, and the sins against him were forgivable, or at the very least, to be expected..." Trowa looked up, studying the face of the boy who had wrecked such havoc on his life. "Why do you even care? What the fuck do you want from me?!" Trowa stood up, his hands shaking and his mind reeling. Heero moved back. Trowa's anger had finally broken through, and he knew there was no stopping it. He stood to the side, and watched as the taller boy let go. "Why are you doing this?! What do you want me to say Wufei? Do you want me to agree? Yes! Quatre looks fucking stunning after you beat him to a bloody pulp! And if I saw him as you were doing it to him, I'd cheer you on! And then maybe I'd have a go at him. Is that what you want to hear?!" He leaned over Wufei, his green eyes burning with a frenzied light. "Is it?" Wufei swallowed, and tried to lean away, but his position didn't allow for that. Trowa seeing his discomfort moved even closer. His voice dropped to a deadly whisper. "You know the answer to every single question you're asking. So why bother asking them? Do you expect a different answer? You *know* that when I saw what you had done I'd kill you. You know I feel guilty for not saving him, for being unable to protect him. You know you've broken me as well with what you've done. You know that if he never recovers then neither will I. You know all this, and yet still you try and question me. And for what purpose?" "To make you suffer." Trowa gasped. "What have I ever done to you?" "Sometimes he would look at me, but it was as if he couldn't see me. Like, if his eyes refused to focus he could deny what was happening. If he couldn't see such a cruel world he didn't have to remember it. He could remember the pain, and dismiss it. But to have to actually *see* it, it would have been burned into his mind. A picture of the true events, that couldn't be denied. Maybe.. maybe if I had been gentle he could have pictured it as you. As the one he *really* wanted. So I was rough. I made sure he knew it was me. *Me* who was touching him, *me* who was taking him. If I couldn't have his love, then I at least wanted that! I wanted some part of him to call my own. And I had it. Maybe it wasn't his happy side, but it's something! It's something, and you can't take that away from me!" "But he did love you, that's what makes me sick. You were his friend and he cared for you. He would have laid down his life for you. Maybe he wasn't *in* love with you, but you know he cared. And you destroyed that. Does that make you strong? Does that make you feel powerful?" "I *am* strong!" Trowa laughed. "Rape doesn't make you strong, it makes you a coward. You couldn't have him willingly so you forced him. And you didn't even do it physically. You used us against him. You knew he would never submit to you." "Damn you! I *am* strong! I AM! You don't understand what it was like! He would cry and beg, and bleed. I did that!" "You're bleeding right now.. so that makes me stronger than you." "NO! I'm tied down, I can't fight back!" "Neither could he. You tied him down with his emotions. You used us to make him compliant. You know you never would have had him any other way." Wufei's voice was deathly quiet. "I am strong. You'll never know the extent of my strength." Trowa looked at him skeptically. "Could you really have killed him? I doubt it. I think you talk big, but don't back it up with your actions." "I've killed before!" Trowa shrugged. "So have I. So has Quatre, for that matter. We all have in battle." Wufei's eyes glittered manic excitement. "Yes, but could you kill one of your friends? Could you look him right in the eye, and pull the trigger that ended his life? And could you enjoy it? And afterwards could you rape another of your friends in the blood of the first? Could you steal life, and then virginity?" "What are you talking about?" "I'm talking about Duo, you idiots! I'm talking about killing Duo, and then raping Quatre as we watched him die." Silence overtook the room, filling it until it became thick enough to choke. Heero, who had been observing the goings-on, leapt to his feet. Trowa stood rooted to the spot, the information refusing to process in his mind. Wufei smiled, his power at last confirmed. Heero slowly moved towards Wufei. "Duo killed himself.." Wufei nodded happily. "With *your* gun! That was genius, if I do say so." His face darkened. "After I saw the two of you in bed together I could have killed you both right there. But this way was far more satisfying." Cobalt eyes darkened to an almost midnight blue. Their gleaming depths shone with pure bloodlust. "So.. what you're saying is that *you* killed Duo. You killed him with my gun, and let us all believe that he killed himself. And this entire time Quatre has known all this because he was there." Wufei nodded. "He was mine. *Mine*. And you stole him! Just like Barton," he motioned his head in Trowa's direction, "tried to steal Quatre. They knew what would happen if they disobeyed me. Duo paid the price, and soon Quatre will share his fate." Heero silently walked back to the bed, his eyes never meeting Trowa's. He picked up his gun, and clicked off the safety. He strode back over to Wufei, and placed it against his head, right at his temple. "The only one who will meet that same fate is you." His voice was harsh, deadly. "You wanted death in this room? So be it. Here you shall die. In the same way you killed Duo." Trowa moved forward a step. "Heero..," he was planning to try and calm the Japanese boy down, but he paused. Wasn't this what he wanted? Didn't Wufei deserve to be executed for what he had done? Not only for what he had done to Quatre.. but now Duo as well. Wufei spared Trowa a glance, and saw the boy was mentally warring with himself. He smirked. He knew Trowa wanted him dead, but he also knew he was too weak to be the one to kill him. He looked back at Heero. The boy's eyes were burning with hate. "Do it, Yuy. You know you want to. Take my life, because you know I would take yours." Heero's finger tightened on the trigger. How easy it would be to pull just a little harder, and kill this monster. To take his life, as he had so cruelly taken Duo's. Duo.. what would he have wanted? A sound escaped Heero's throat, a semi-strangled sob. They would never know what Duo would have wanted. His hand trembled. Wufei felt Heero's hesitation, felt the gun trembling against his head. "I bet you thought you were his first, right? I'm sure he never told you about us. You thought you were getting a pristine little virgin." He laughed. "Nothing could be further from the truth. He was quite the used goods by the time you were with him." Pain slashed Heero's heart like a dozen flaming swords. But he wouldn't show that to Wufei, he wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he had hurt him. "Why are you so anxious to die?" "If I must die, to die for revenge at least has honor. My father died the same way. Nothing has more strength than vengeance. If I am to be overcome it must be by the strongest force possible." //Duo.. help me. I want nothing more than to kill him, right here, right now. But will his death make anything better? Will it bring you back? Will it save you, and Quatre from the terror you faced?// Heero suddenly felt a strange sense of calm. He could almost feel Duo next to him. He could almost see shining violet eyes looking into his own. And he knew that he couldn't do this. To kill an enemy in battle was one thing. They were both armed, and the fight was fair. But this.. to kill Wufei while he was helpless to fight back, there was no honor in that. His soul wasn't going to be burdened with Wufei's death. He didn't want to be *anything* like this monster. "No.," he dropped the gun to the floor. Trowa's eyes went wide, as did Wufei's. "What?" the Chinese boy looked angered beyond belief. Heero shook his head. "I said no. I'm not going to kill you. You can spend the rest of your life wasting away in some jail cell." His eyes narrowed, "And believe me, I'll find one that makes death look like a blessing." Wufei sputtered. "You.. You can't do this!" fury transformed his face into a mask of rage. "I knew you were weak!" Heero looked away. "Maybe I am weak, Wufei. But maybe after a few years in jail you'll understand what's it's like. You may be well trained, but can even you fight off all those men, all the time? Maybe a few years experiencing what Duo and Quatre did will change your outlook." "I'll die first!" Trowa walked over to the raven haired boy, and leaned close so he could whisper in his ear. "It scares you doesn't it? The thought of being so helpless, so.. *weak*. Knowing that fighting is pointless, because you're going to lose anyway..." Wufei struggled against the ropes that held him. "God damn you!! When will you learn that I AM NOT WEAK!", desperation was evident in his words. He panted as he unsuccessfully tried to free himself. Wufei looked at Trowa with crazed eyes. "Please, Barton.. Trowa. Show me mercy. Kill me now." Trowa shook his head. "I'll show you the same mercy you showed Quatre, and Duo." Wufei screamed, and thrashed around in his chair frantically. "You bastard! I hope you know that every time you fuck Quatre, it's *my* face he'll be seeing, *my* name he'll be screaming! And every time you see his scarred body you'll know that *my* hands were there first!", he turned to Heero. "And every time you visit Duo's grave, you'll know that *I* was the one who put him there, and that *I* was the first to have him!" Trowa closed his eyes in pain, and moved away from Wufei. "Heero.. see if there's a phone we can use to call the police." Heero nodded and left the room. Wufei glared at Trowa, his ebony eyes promising fates worse than death if he got free. The Japanese by returned a few minutes later. Trowa tilted his head in question. Heero nodded once. "It's done. A certain ex-Queen of the World was most helpful." Heero's voice was calm, the way it always was, but Trowa knew better. He had spent too much time with his friend to think he was unaffected by this. The brunette's heart went out to him. Not only did Heero have to deal with his lover's death, but now he also had to contend with knowing Duo was tortured. And Trowa himself knew how unbearable that was. He moved to Heero's side, and placed a hand on his arm. He didn't say anything, but his eyes spoke volumes. Aching blue eyes met his own, and Heero silently thanked him. Trowa moved back a bit, knowing this wasn't the time or place for them to talk. "What did you tell her?" "Only that one of us had turned traitor, and nearly taken Quatre's life. She was more than happy to help. She's quite fond of Quatre." "Nearly taken?" Wufei snarled. "I *did* take his life. He'll never be the same. That stupid little whore! At least now maybe he'll put out for you Barton, maybe you should thank me.." The Chinese boy didn't see the fist that plowed into his face. He slumped over, unconscious from the blow. * * *
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