What is in a name
I dont play the sue me game
If it is me you want to blame
Remember I dont have money cus I'm lame
This a fic I wrote years ago. Self-torture warning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NCS, Torture, Angst, and Violence
NC-17
1x2, 1x3, 1x4, 3x4 1x?
Plot: This is a really dark fic about Heero raping Quatre while he was drunk.
What will Trowa and Duo do when or if they find out?
“Talk”
‘Thoughts’
//Flashbacks//
So Innocent Part 3
by Markanovanlink
Heero woke up in a cold sweat. He clutched his head with both of his hands. 'What happened last night? I can't remember anything. Duo, I remember Duo saying to let go of his arm. Did I? Oh God no. Not again.' When Heero got up and saw Duo hadn't slept in his bed, he began to search the cabin for Duo. He could never forgive himself if he had did something to Duo.
This wasn't the first time he blacked out after drinking. The first time was when he was staying with Trowa at the circus. Trowa had taken care of him after he self-detonated. The circus was having a party and Heero and Trowa were drinking. The next day Heero woke up naked in the bed on top of Trowa. Heero couldn't remembered what happened and Trowa pretended like nothing did happen. Heero kept asking Trowa what had happen because he couldn't remember, but Trowa kept telling him nothing. Heero stopped asking but knew he had did something to Trowa.
Heero had looked everywhere except for one room. As he was about to open the door, the front door to the cabin opened. Heero ran to the front door to see who it was. It was Duo. Heero walked towards Duo placing his hands on each of Duo's shoulders. "Duo, what happened last night?"
Duo was going to say how much of a jerk he acted like until he looked into Heero's eyes. Heero's eyes were eyes of a confused and scared child. Duo didn't know what to say. Duo was about to talk when he felt Heero's finger touch his busted lip. "Did I do that?" Duo was in shock to hear Heero's voice with such strong emotion in it.
"Nothing happened last night. You were a little drunk and smacked me, other than that, nothing happened."
"I'm sorry, it won't happen again." Before Duo could say another word, Heero's laptop started beeping. Heero ran over to it and brought up the data that was being sent. When he was done, he closed the laptop and turned to Duo. "We have a mission." With that said Heero walked out of the door.
'He's back in perfect solider mode.' Duo thought as he ran after Heero. Duo got in the jeep with him and they were off. Duo talked about nothing for an hour until Heero say something.
"If nothing happened last night, why didn't you sleep in your bed?"
"I slept outside in this jeep so you could cool off. Don't you know how uncomfortable these things are? I couldn't even have good dreams. You know I had a nightmare. But it was weird. I didn't see anything but I could hear Quatre screaming no in the background. By the way, we should have let Quatre know we were leaving. We just got up and...Heero look out!!!" Heero had run the jeep off the side of the road and almost hit a tree. "Heero are you okay?'
"Did you say Quatre was home?"
"Yeah don't you remember when he walked in?"
"Um Yeah." Heero drove the jeep out of the ditch and back on the road. Heero knew Duo was talking again, but he wasn't paying him any attention. 'Did I hurt Quatre? I can't remember anything. //Dont do anything you will regret.// Not now. I will remember later. I have a mission to think about. Sorry Quatre, I hope nothing happened.'
Back at the cabin, a small boy laid on the floor staring up at the ceiling. His mind screamed at him to get up. He finally gave in to the screaming and slowly rose to his feet. He held on to the wall for support as he slowly moved his bloody bruised body. Each step he took seem to cause more blood to run down his legs. He kept on walking until he found himself in the bathroom. He closed the door and walked slowly to the sink. He looked up at the mirror that hung over the sink. The sides of his face were purple and blue and the whites of his eyes were a bloody red color. Then he looked down at his wrists. They were cut and still bleeding. He watched as a river of blood poured from his wrists. As he brought one of his hands to mirror, he started to laugh. His laughing soon turned into loud crying. He fell upon the floor crying.
Quatre finally decided to get up again. He walked toward the bathtub and climbed in. 'I must atone for my sins. I try everyday to atone for them. I don't know how anymore. I deserved this. I deserved what ever happens to me. Who am I to judge how you punish us. Oh Allah. I cant even talk to you until I have cleansed myself.' Quatre got out of the tub and walked back towards the sink. Under the sink was a bucket with an old scrub brush in it. He picked up the scrub brush and got back in the tub pulling the shower curtain closed. He turned on the hot water for the shower and stood still as the water burned his skin. Must cleanse myself. Quatre took the old scrub brush and began to rub his skin with it. The scrub brush torn tiny scratches into his skin. 'Must get all the dirt off.' Quatre scrubbed harder and harder. The water turned red as it went down the drain. Quatre was being scolded by the water, but he kept on scrubbing harder and harder. 'Must get all the dirt off.'
Outside of the cabin, were two figures getting out of a big pick up truck. "I am so glad that mission is over. I couldn't stand watching weak soldiers beg for their lives. I hope Maxwell isn't here. I don't have the energy to tolerate him." Wufei opened the door to the cabin to see how quiet it was. "No Duo." Wufei went for the couch and laid down. Trowa walked in behind Wufei and noted the silence too.
'No Quatre.' He went to the room he and Quatre shared and opened the door. He walked into the room and noticed the unmade bed. 'Quatre is here.' He walked closer to the bed until one of his emerald green eyes picked up something. Blood! He ran over to the bed and moved the sheet only to see blood all over the bed. He turned toward the door only to see blood against the wall and on the floor. His heart seem to stop as he imaged what could have happened to his angel. "Quatre!" He heard himself scream out. He followed what seem to be an endless blood trail. As he came in front of the bathroom door, he could hear the shower going on. 'Maybe he got hurt on his last mission.' Trowa held his gun in his hand. Just to be on the safe side. He turned the knob and slowly walked in. "Quatre?" Blood was all over the floor and on the sink. It was hard to breath in the bathroom because of the hot steam coming from the shower. Trowa walked towards the shower curtain. He dropped his gun on the floor and said Quatre's name one more time before he opened the curtain. Trowa quickly turned off the water to the shower. The steam in the bathroom made his long brown bangs stick to his face temporarily blinding him. Using his hands he felt around until he found Quatre. Scooping Quatre in his arms, the Heavyarms pilot walked back to his bed room blind folded by his bangs.
He made it all the way to his bed without incident and laid Quatre on it. He used one of his hands to wipe the sticky bangs out of his face. Trowa fell to his knees next to the bed when he got a good look at Quatre. Quatre's body looked like someone had scarped all his skin off. Blood was every where. "Wu, Wufei!!!"
Wufei woke up to the sound of his name. 'Trowa, why the hell is he screaming.' Wufei drew his sword and ran toward Trowa's voice. Wufei stop cold and dropped his sword when he saw Quatre. "What happened?"
"I don't know. Quatre can you hear me? Quatre!?!"
"We have to get him to a hospital. Wrap him in a sheet and bring him to the truck." Wufei ran out of the room to go start the truck. Trowa wrapped Quatre in a sheet and carried him outside to the truck. Once in the truck, Wufei took off pushing the truck to its limit. Trowa held Quatre in his arms.
'Quatre, please don't die like this. There are things I haven't told you yet. Please don't leave me. I need you.' After two hours of driving in silence, Trowa screamed for Wufei to pull over. Wufei watch as Trowa got out of the truck and laid Quatre on the ground. Quatre had stopped breathing and Trowa was giving him CPR.
Wufei looked up at the sky with tear filled almond shaped eyes. 'Oh Nataku, please help us. Don't let Quatre die like this. Not like this. There is no justice in this.'