POSTED: 8/29/00
REVISED: 12/27/00
AUTHOR: Jay / carboxylated@yahoo.com
ARCHIVE: Gundam Wing Addiction (Tyr), Desolation Angels (Ashura, if
she wants it)
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Title: Eden
Category: AU, yaoi, shonen ai, angst, horror
Timeline: Adapted Post-EW (Treize is alive to serve my purposes...
^^)
Pairings: 1+2, 3+4, 5+13, 6+9
Rating/Warning: R. Violent, and graphic descriptions of what is best
describe as "icky" situations. AU somewhat confusing, especially with flashbacks
and whatnot. YAOI = little anime boys snuggling. You've been warned.
Feedback: Craved, desired, wanted, coveted, yearned for, wished for,
and longed for. C&C will be repaid with dancing G-boys, my endless
adoration, as well as a nice slice of karma.
/... .../ = thoughts
Wufei sat gracefully, in a meditative position.
His knee brushed Trowa's.
He closed his eyes...
...and opened them, in sudden agony."My back," he spat, "it's..."
"Very much broken," someone finished. Lucas came into view, grinning.
/Not Lucas... why.../
Samuel scowled, "You."
"Me," Lucas agreed.
"Where are the others?"
The reply chilled his blood. "Dead."
/Blood? Do I bleed?/
Some inner cynic snorted. /Of course you bleed. You're bleeding to death right now./
"Did you do this?"
"Your... back? Yes."
"To all of us."
"Yes."
"And I'm the only one left."
"Yes."
"And I'm dying," Samuel said bitterly. He closed his eyes. /The pain.../
Lucas laughed. "From one point of view."
He opened one eye. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Lucas snorted. "If you really *died*-- as in forever, goodbye, so long-- I would die. Unfortunately for you, I plan on living for a very long time, so you'll live. Oh, and die."
"Very straightforward. So, how do I die forever?"
"I have to kill you," Lucas said, dryly.
Samuel sighed. "Very, very straightforward."
"Anyway, enough small talk, I'm afraid. Time to die."
/Such injustice...!/
Samuel blinked. /Where did that voice come from?/
Lucas' voice purred near his ear, falsely innocent. "When I kill you... you become mortal, but not strictly. The laws of death in the universe are somewhat suspended in you. Because you'll live and die and live and die again."
/The strong should never prey on the weak!/
"Goodbye, my dear Samuel. I must say that you make for better conversation than the others."
Something inside of him screamed as Lucas calmly sliced his throat open. His mouth descended.
Samuel closed his eyes. The darkness was overwhelming...
...the darkness was overwhelming when Abijah stumbled into the clearing, just as Iman's dying shriek rent the air."Iman!"
Her clear eyes locked with his for a moment. "I'm sorry-- about-- Nathaniel..." Her head slumped.
/Dead./ His eyes slid to Nathaniel's still form. /Dead./
It was like a taunting chorus inside of him, driving him to madness.
/Dead./
Lucia looked at him curiously for a moment; a smile broke on her face. "All the trouble of getting one, and the other comes to us."
Lucas laughed. "Matthias and Gavrie were never far apart."
/Matthias? Gavrie?/
/Heero?/
Abijah shook his head, screening the voices inside of him. "You killed them. Why?"
Lucas sighed. "They always ask the same questions. Nevermind why they died, little brother. Worry about yourself-- you're still alive."
The boy sneered. "Who are you?"
"As I've said before, always the same questions. You may call me Lucas, if you like."
"Master?" Lucia's voice was mild. "Would you like us to restrain him?" Abijah noted the tattoo on her shoulder.
"No, I'm looking for a little thrill tonight." Lucas began to circle him, licking his lips. Lucia nodded and clapped her hand.
In an instant, he was surrounded by white-cloaked figures, faces shadowed.
Lucas only continued to circle. "Will you fight, little one? Or will you die easy?"
"I will not die easily," Abijah said quietly. "Although I may die weaponless." His voice was dry.
"Corbin! Staves!"
A figure stepped from the circle and handed a wooden stave to Abijah. He walked over to Lucas and knelt, offering an identical stave, lips kissing the dirt the man shadowed. Abijah looked disgusted.
Lucas smiled and twirled his stave with practiced ease. "So fight."
Abijah struck a hundred times, only to have Lucas strike back a hundred times. He was always attacking, and Lucas was always on the defensive. But there was something in the man's smile that told Abijah that Lucas was humoring him, expending just enough energy to deflect his blows.
They came face-to-face, staves clicking. Abijah growled, "Fight, man!"
A sudden twirl of his stave-- down, up, across-- thudded against Lucas' chest. Before he could think, Lucas had retaliated, knocking him down, his stave jabbing the flesh between his ribs.
"You die so easily."
Abijah looked at Lucas with as much hatred as he could fathom, his violet eyes glowing. He averted his gaze to Lucia, and then back to Lucas. "I'll kill you someday," he hissed.
Lucas looked at Lucia. "They always promise they will," he pouted, "but they never do."
He stabbed downwards...
...downwards. He fell from the truck and onto the ground.A German officer spat at him before deigning to kick him. Brishen quickly got up.
"Verfluchte Zigeuner[1]," the officer swore at him.
Brishen pushed his brown hair out of his green eyes and contemplated cursing back. /Hurensohn.[2]/ Not a good idea. He eyed the building that they were wearily marching into. He had come to Auschwitz to die. He did not expect luxury.
/I wonder where mama and papa are./ He sighed and replied to himself. /Dead. Dying. Like you./
As he entered the building, someone moaned. "Alle wir sind, die gehen zu sterben[3]."
Someone coughed and replied, "Kennsch de Wayne?[4]"
He spied an empty bunk on the far wall and began walking towards it. A blonde girl was curled on the bottom bunk. She turned over, and he was struck at how emaciated she was: a shrunken little skeleton. What was more shocking was that she was distinctly German; it was all too clear in her face.
"Welcome to Stammlager[5] Auschwitz." Her thin hand waved over the impoverished surroundings.
"You're German," Brishen said.
Her blue eyes blinked. "Yes."
"I'm gypsy. Your people are killing me."
She scoffed. "I'm German. My people are killing me."
"Why?"
"Because I do not agree with them."
Brishen's eyes opened wide. "What is your name? How long have you been here?"
"Cecania." She considered. "A month?"
"My name is Brishen. Who put you here?"
Cecania sneered. "My brother." She spat. "Lieutenant Hadrian Vanderwerff." Her tone was mocking and bitter. "Who would do anything for the Third Reich. Kill his sister, even. But no, he would not pull the trigger himself. Better to let her die here."
Brishen peered at her through his bangs. "I'm sorry," he said softly.
Her expression broke. "You'll be my friend, Brishen, will you not?"
She was so small and so worn. It could not hurt if she was German.
"I will."
"How touching, sister." Brishen spun around and looked at the man standing above him. He was tall, platinum blond, and faintly sneering.
"Arschloch[6]," she muttered.
"Watch your mouth," Hadrian said reprovingly. "So, you've made a friend."
"My name is Brishen," the boy replied, voice quavering.
"Your name means nothing to me, boy." Hadrian's eyes hardened. "But someone has taken a fancy to you, yes. Someone from high up."
"You weren't always like this!" Cecenia hissed. "You loved me once!"
Hadrian's eyes were pained, but the look was gone so fast that Brishen wondered if he'd imagined it.
The soldier straightened proudly. "There are more things important than family, sister. This is for the glory of Germany!"
Her eyes blazed. "I spit on your glory."
"Come, boy," he said imperiously, beckoning him with his hand. A tattooed star adorned one wrist.
"Don't go, Brishen! We're friends now!" Cecenia's eyes were agonized. "Friends," she repeated.
"Hadrian, your sister has spirit." A deep chuckle sounded behind Hadrian. "She cannot be persuaded to join us?"
"Never," she whispered, staring horrified at the man who emerged from behind her brother. "Lucas." The name held fear. "I will never join you."
Brishen stared at the man. Tall. Dark hair. Cruel eyes.
/Lucas?/
"It is a pity, then. Come, you will join us as well. You and your..." His lips curled into a brief smile. "You and your 'friend' will remain together for the present.
"I will not go," she stoutly declared. "He will not go either."
/I know you... I know you both-- no, all three of you./
"If you do not go," Lucas replied, "I will kill the boy. Here and now." His eyes glinted. "You know I can."
Cecenia's lips trembled. "Then we go."
They were led out to a private building, possibly the officers' quarters.
"Do you remember me, boy?" Lucas asked.
"I think I do," Brishen replied softly.
"Are you afraid of me, then?"
"I should be?"
"If you remembered me well enough you would. Sit. Both of you."
Cecenia growled. "I'll take no orders from you!"
In a flash, Hadrian had grabbed her by the collar of her shirt, and hurled her against the wall. Her thin body made a sick crunch against the unforgiving stone.
"Cecenia!" Brishen jumped, but Lucas held him down.
The girl moaned in obvious pain. Her blue eyes were clear, though. "Traitor."
Hadrian looked slightly shaken, but replied scornfully: "I serve only my master."
"Now, Hadrian, maybe you're being a little too rough with the child." Lucas smiled benignly. Hadrian knelt. "Forgive me, master. I live to serve."
"Traitor!" Cecenia spat again, and then cried out when a booted foot collided with her ribs.
"Zechs!" Brishen--
/Trowa.../
--sobbed. "Don't! She's your sister! Stop hurting her! STOP!"
All activity stopped.
/Zechs?/
Lucas peered into his eyes: blue-grey orbs drilling holes into his brain. "How interesting. Time is not linear for you, little brother."
"Brother?"
/Relena... forgive me... I could not protect a friend.../
Lucas dragged the slender boy from his seat to Cecenia. With one hand holding Brishen, the other snaked out to grab Cecenia's throat.
Hadrian's eyes were tortured, but firm.
Her eyes met his. Friends, she mouthed and gave him a lopsided grin.
Then her neck snapped.
"CECENIA!" Brishen's scream hurt his own ears.
"Drag her body to the incinerators," Lucas commanded coldly. "I won't be needing an appetizer for my next meal."
As Hadrian bent over his dead sister's body, Brishen saw a single, glistening tear fall from his eyes to wet her shirt.
/If you don't want to, why do you? If it pains you so, then why do you?/
The door slammed behind them.
"Thane..." Lucas' breath was hot against his cheek. "I thought I'd never find you, little brother. I thought this hunger would destroy me."
/Thane?/
His mind was screaming, reeling...
/Trowa!/
He felt something cold against his skin, over his heart.
Lucas plunged the knife into the boy's chest, watching as his plush mouth opened to a wordless cry.
"Sleep, little one. You'll awaken again."
He began to feed, blood staining his mouth...
...his mouth opened, a cry of pain escaping.Calypso smiled and looked at the blond boy with aqua eyes in front of her, and his sister, another blonde, but with striking, forked eyebrows.
/Genetic quirks./
The tattooed star on her shoulder gleamed wetly, like it had been painted on. The dingy basement was lit by a single lightbulb. Her whip cracked again. This time the girl screamed, but her cries could never penetrate *these* walls.
/Things like this just didn't happen in suburban America./
She sneered and brushed her cropped, dark hair out of her eyes. Then, suddenly, Calypso smiled.
The two bound figures shuddered.
End Part 7
Notes:
[1] Verfluchte Zigeuner: "Damn gypsy."
[2] Hurensohn: son of a bitch.
[3] Alle wir sind, die gehen zu sterben: "We're all going to die."
[4] Kennsch de Wayne?: Who the fuck cares?
[5] Stammlager: mother camp. (Mother Camp Auschwitz)
[6] Arschloch: ass, asshole.
Oi! Here's a guide for who's who so far. (Numbered in order of lives.)
HEERO: Gavrie (1), Nathaniel (2)
DUO: Matthias (1), Abijah (2)
TROWA: Thane (1), Brishen (2)
QUATRE: Reyhan (1)
WUFEI: Samuel (1), Xiao Long (2)
NOIN: Lucia (1), Calypso (2)
ZECHS: Zeke (1), Hadrian (2)
RELENA: Tahirah (1), Cecenia (2)
DOROTHY: Iman (1)
TREIZE: Wuxing (1)
Jay
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