July 25, 2000
Rating: Adult...ish.
Pairings: 3+4 and now a 5+2
Warnings: I have lost complete control over this fic. I have absolutely *no* clue as to what's going to happen next. You've been warned.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belong to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non-profit entertainment purposes.
Acknowledgements: I think it is only fair to give credit where credit is due. And it's definitely due. So to all the fic-authors on this list, thank you. Special thanks to Bonne, Von, RavynFyre, and Kitsune who are doing a wonderful job proofing each part. You girls are too good to me--keep it up! ^_~
Notes: The guy who can't die despite numerous attempts (yeah, that would be Perfect Soldier-boy) is being held captive by some people-- Valdeon and Jacqueline and company-- somewhere in the West Caribbean. Meanwhile, Duo and Wufei have been...err, busy... yeah, that's it. Busy. #^_^#
The girl had been talking to him. Shoving food into his mouth and chattering on with at a break-neck speed that could rival a certain braided-baka he knew. He had felt more then saw the girl stiffen when the door had opened, as though prepared for something disagreeable. What he couldn't imagine. After all, *he* was the one tied down to a bed and being held prisoner, not her, right?
But the girl's frown had melted into a heart-warming smile when the newcomer was identified as the esteemed "Jack". He recognized the woman immediately as the one he had met when he'd first regained consciousness the other night.
The girl had jumped up off the bed and the woman had sat down in her place. And then she'd stared down at him with dark eyes and smiled. There was something in that smile that had sent shivers down his back, telling him he didn't want to be in this woman's control for too long.
"My name is Jacqueline," she said, still smiling, leaning closer into him. "Everyone calls me 'Jack'. You will too," she breathed across his face.
"Hn."
"It would do you wise not to fight us," she added, leaning back. "My brother is a stubborn, pig-headed, testosterone-filled man who will not stop until he feels his wounds have been revenged."
"Tell him to go to a hospital," Heero replied, looking away.
She laughed, throaty, sultry. "Oh, that's rich. But you see..." A hand reached out, pinching his chin, pulling his face back to hers. "His wounds do not exist. And he's too big a fool to realize it. Therefore, you, and your friends, will pay."
Silence.
"Unless, of course," she smiled down at him again, her hand resting on his leg. "We can make a deal."
Cold blue eyes glanced over her and then bore into those dark depths. "I don't think I like what you have to offer," he replied, leaning back into the pillow and closing his eyes.
She laughed, leaning away. "You amuse me, 01," she said. "I knew you would." She stood up. "Ochenta will be here to visit you soon. Cooperate and you might actually get out of here in one piece."
No reaction.
"Rini, stop gawking and get these trays out of here," she continued, turning away. "Our *guest* isn't hungry anymore."
"O-of course, Jack," the girl responded, her jaw snapping shut as she began to gather the plates.
One blue eye peeked open. "Thank you," he said, no emotion in his voice.
Startled, wide eyes flew to his face. Her cheeks were stained a pretty pink. She smiled. "Of course, my pleasure," she said, turning a whirling out of there.
'Thank you...for feeding me info,' he thought, closing his eyes again and waiting.
He didn't have long to wait before the door to 'his room' slid open again. He remained motionless on the bed, observing through his other senses.
Two. Women. High heels--boots. One was wearing leather--it squeaked as she walked. The other... nylon--it hissed. Both wore perfume. One a deep Oriental Musk... the other... --he quelled the urge to gag. The other was patchouli. One was smaller than the other--in weight *and* height. But their movements held a coordination that spoke of familiarity.
'Two of the sisters, then,' he thought.
"Wakey-wakey," one of the women said, her voice oozing amusement. A hand brushed against his ankle... before slipping up over his calf, fingers curling around behind his knees, palm pressing into his thigh, reach for--
"Oh, cut it out, Kat," snapped the second woman, her voice slightly older than the first. "He's just a kid."
The other woman seemed to purr--actually purr. "He can't be much younger than me... Really, Nita. Besides, he's all tied up and no place to go... doesn't he just look so fuckable?"
"Grow up," came the disgusted retort.
Kat... and Nita. He had been right. Two of the sisters.
"01, give up the pretense," said the same voice--Nita's.
Cobalt blue eyes snapped open--taking only a second to adjust to the sudden light before focusing on the two women before him. Silently, he congratulated him on not losing his sense.
Two women. One was a good three inches taller than the other with cherry black hair that fell from a high ponytail to pool around her shoulders. Dark green eyes bore right into his. Her vinyl-leather-whatever cat suit she swore squawked as she leaned farther over onto the bed, her god-awful patchouli stench threatening to overwhelm him.
"Ooh," she purred. "And blue eyes too." She grinned, her face hovering inches away from his. "Tell me. Is it true what they say about Asians, 'cause I'd really like to fuck you." Her hand slid farther up his thigh reaching for---
He closed his eyes and turned his face away from her.
"Gods, but you're sick, Kat," the other woman replied. He looked at her--ignoring the other. She was smaller than her sister, but obviously older by at least three years. Pale, but there was a coloring behind her skin that spoke of Latin heritage. Her onyx hair was pulled back in a loose bun, loose ends framing her face in curls. A pair of onyx frames shielded onyx eyes. Her loose-fitting black pants fell to her shins, small slits in each leg. A tiny black tank top encased her upper torso, leaving her midriff bare. A black sweater-jacket of sorts was tied around her waist. She reminded him of Wufei--in Duo's choice of color.
"I'll make this short, 01," she said, hands on small hips as she stared at him for the foot of the bed. "You're here 'cause my dear brother wants to sell you to the highest bidder." She had sneered the 'dear brother' bit. "Personally, I could give a rats ass about my brother. He could roll over into a pile of shit and die for all I care." She crossed her arms under her small chest. "However, he's actually succeeded in doing something *right* for a change--he actually caught you. Now *there's* something I thought impossible--"
"You and me both," Kat purred, her fingers *still* playing over his thigh, taunting. A game of cat-and-mouse... and *he* was supposed to be the mouse.
"So, before my *dear* *sister* goes and tries to rape you--" Kat glared at her sister. "I'll make my intentions known. Personally," she said, her arms unraveling, small hands falling back to hips. "I want you alive. If I'm right you are one of two people: Wing or Shinigami's_Lover." She watched for a reaction.
There was none.
"Let me introduce myself," she with a sigh. "I am Ochenta Behr, known as 'Nita'." She paused, knowing her next words might inspire his cooperation more readily. "I am also known 'DragonFyre'."
He looked at her. That was a start.
"Perhaps you are familiar with the name?" she asked, her black eyes never wavering from his.
"Wing, Shinigami's_Lover, and DragonFyre," he repeated the names. And then his head fell back and his eyes stared up into the ceiling. "Top three hackers known throughout Earth and the colonies. It is said there isn't a computer they can't crack."
She smiled wistfully. "Correct... to a fault. There *is* one file I can't get into... And I want to. Very badly." His eyes flitted to hers.
"What's this have to do with me?" he asked finally.
She smiled, all-and-out smiled. "Help me," she said, tilting her head. "And I'll help you."
"Nita!" Kat gasped, turning the bed, her hand--with its nails, *sharp* nails--digging into his groin unintentionally. "You can't be serious! What would Jack and Val say!"
"*Jack* would say," another voice answered as the door slid opened. "That you are foolish to even try to bargain." The woman in question walked in, the door sliding shut behind her. "Get off the bed, Kat, and stop acting like a slut." She sauntered up to the bed as the other girl slid off. "My brother has received an offer. From the White Fang." She studied him, but there was no reaction. Not that she was expecting one.
"I don't like the White Fang," she told him. She pulled out a knife from her calf. "I'd rather send them a corpse than a person if it came right down to it." She studied the blade. "Actually, I wouldn't want to send them anything if it came right down to it." The blade sliced down and cut.
Blue eyes burned into those large dark brown eyes of the woman with the knife.
"Your belongings are in the storage room. Third level, fifth door down," she said, holding that gaze. "Equipment and Supply room is fifth level, end of the hall. Employee locker room is on the ground floor." She sheaved the blade and stepped away from the bed. "And I would appreciate it if you didn't kill anyone." There was a wry smile pulling at her lips and a look in her eyes....
He didn't understand either as the other two women hissed but followed suit, stepping away from the bed. Carefully, he pulled his arms and legs free from the cut bindings.
"There's a guard right outside, armed with only one hand gun," Jack continued. "I have a gun, plus the knife. Nita has a hacker pass. It'll get you into any room." She stared at him for another minute... and then shut her eyes. "Go. Now. Quickly before I change my mind."
"Understood," he said quietly, a hand coming down at her temple with a hard strike. The other two women were laying unconscious on the floor before either could utter more than a startled cry of surprise. The knife, gun, and pass were retrieved in short order and then he made his way out of there.
He was going home.
End of Part Nineteen
Andrea Readwolf
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