September 16, 2000
Hum di da dada...previous parts of the ficcy can be found at our webby sitey http://www.sundayschoolriot.com/fics.htm or at Tyr's lovely site GW Addiction http://www.geocities.com/fenris_wolf0/...
*snicker* Relena is so evil. I love her.
bclw
Warnings:
AU, OOC, yaoi, angst, fluff, cybergeeks.
This is...different from our usual writing style. ;_; Sorry.
For Melissa Maxwell. ^_~
Pairings: 2x1-centric
The first thing he sees is two splendid crystals of blue, multi-faceted like the tiny teardrops from chandeliers. Then the eyes pull back and he can see the slightly pointy chin, the jewelry and Renaissance-style dress.
He recognizes her immediately: Relena Darlian, a younger in the form below him. Reputed a snob, he finds her taste in friends less than admirable. "What's going on?"
"Don't you remember?" she asks, eyes guileless, wide. "I brought you here," she adds with a solemn whisper, head dropping until her chin touches her chest.
"Where is 'here'?"
"Panacea. This is my castle, in the center." Crazy, he thinks, and tries to get up. In a movement so swift it defies logic, time, the speed of sound, she ties his wrists with a rope that burns red claws into his wrists.
"What's Panacea?" asks Heero patiently. Damn crazy girls! He will not sit by and be privy to some little fourth form's medieval erotic BDSM fantasy.
"I could rape you if I wanted to," she says suddenly, her eyes lighting up at the thought. "I could be rough. I could make you bleed." On cue, two perpendicular slashes, too much like a cross for his liking, appear on his upper arm, bleeding crimson. Her tongue is rough like a pleased cat's on his body, lapping eagerly at the blood like the Countess Bathory.
"You're a girl," he says flatly, the conflict between the outside calm and the inside fear surfacing in a soft sheen of sweat coating tanned skin.
"I can be anything I want to," she whispers, her voice acidic. "I control this game."
"Then what's the point of bringing me into this...game?" Confusion etches her face, and then it returns to the same oval mask. "I don't know anything about Panacea."
"You're beautiful," she says simply. "And mine."
"You have other possessions."
"None like you," says Relena, moving closer. "None of the others fight. They're no fun anymore. And..." She holds out a school photo of a boy grinning insanely at the camera. Heero knows who the boy is, has seen him in his most wild of fantasies and most erotic of dreams, always with a bare body and white gloved hands, drawing the most amazing pleasure from his pliant figure.
"He wants you."
"Liar." The response is automatic; the force of her blow causes his head to twist around painfully. Rage suffuses every pore of her being, her face growing red with fury.
And just as abruptly, she smiles, color fading back to a flesh tone. Now that he examines her more closely, Heero compares her mentally to a wax doll. Too perfect. Devoid of life, of the spark of life, she might as well be a rusted automaton.
"Are you comfortable?" Her voice flows, smooth like honey, dripping with sugary sweetness, in strange contrast to the ropes binding his hands. Large pools of green veiled by thick lashes narrow as he turns his head away, mouth set into a firm line.
The room is small, but not too, a cell without looking like one. He sits on the bed, dark blue eyes staring into space, out the window that opens to nowhere. A digital bird chirps in the distance.
"Answer me," she snaps, and for a moment, he swears he can see her eyes glowing red. But that's absurd, so he pushes the notion away, disregarding the fact that being forcibly sucked into a computer is also impossible.
Then he feels a tightness around his throat, a hand constricting his breath. But he will not yield, and eventually, her hold on him relaxes a bit. Heero draws a strangled breath, the harsh dotted sound loud in the silence. The lack of noise shifted and moved, breathing, possessing a life of its own.
"It would be a lot easier if you would just agree to become my consort," she sniffs, drawing one sparkling, bejeweled hand across the smooth planes of his face, the metal cold against his skin. "He'll fail the first obstacle for certain."
A sharp dread cuts deep into the cold of his stoicism. Taking a deep breath, he smiles at her as best as he can. Yet the light is bouncing from the gem on the gold chain of her necklace, red and bloody, in a way almost entrancing. Folding the deep red velvet of her skirt neatly, she sits on the bed beside him and begins to finger-comb his hair. Ignoring the shivers of disgust that trail in spider steps down his neck, Heero asks, "What obstacle is that?"
She smirks. "Wouldn't you like to know, my little prince?"
"I'm just curious as to how you're going to get rid of that little nuisance," he lies swiftly, the words rolling off in a soft patter like rain. Almost on command, outside, the fake pixilated clouds darken and lightning flashes.
"I didn't order any storms," Relena murmurs under her breath. Wary, the lightning holds off--for now. "Coming around, are you? Kiss me and I'll tell you something you've been dying to know."
Swallowing, Heero nods and leans forward, anxious to get it over with. To his horror, her face rearranges itself into that of an older boy at school that constantly makes sheep eyes at him. Wide light blue eyes stare into his, and for a moment, he has the strangest feeling that he's looking at the real Relena. Then the color darkens to a purple and she kisses him firmly, gently, the long wisps framing her face brushing lightly over his closed eyes.
No...
No! Relena doesn't have bangs. Relena doesn't look at him like he's a piece of fragile glass, like he does. Some days Heero finds that gaze unsettling. Some times it's a comfort. Either way, his body rebels against the lies and he barely has time to pull his mouth away before he gags.
And the girl slowly transforms back into the splendid lady of the court, eyes narrowed. "You find me so repulsive, then? Suffer in your ignorance." She stares fixedly at one of the cement walls and an opening leading to blackness opens. "Duo Maxwell will be dead within the hour."
End Part Three
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