The second part of the fic. I really hope that someone can come up with a name, but doesn't really matter. This fic is something that comes out from our threesome (not THAT one). Me, JejeFish and Ralph (yet to find a name for his pseudonym). This fic is bad. Came out from our misery of working. So forgive us. Disclaimers: Belongs to rightful owner. A few original character, belongs to the three of us. Warnings: Yaoi, Angst, Violence (not THAT obvious, but its still there, and VERY!) ~~~~~~~~~~ True to his fears, the sun had already risen up to a midday high when he woke up. Treize was still slumbering beside him, and his body ached more than yesterday. Slowly, trying not to wake Treize and trying not to hurt himself more than he already did, he released himself from Treize's idle embrace. He was still dressed in his full uniform, making his movement stiff. He instinctively moved to grab his mask but it was no where... He must have forgotten to put it back when he walked out from the Storeroom, not that it mattered anyhow. Suddenly the young general moved to the wake, taking Zechs breathless. "Where are you going?" "I..." Zechs didn't really know what to say. Treize blinked sleepily, and said in a soft abhorrance, "I had cleared you for a day off today. Stay a bit longer, please?" Zechs looked into those pleading eyes, /Could he still have a feeling for me?/ He himself really wanted to stay. Even for another minute, with his beloved. It was a yearning, someone may put it that way. He missed Treize, their meetings over the past four or five months had never be private, these meetings would only be of military matters, and Zechs will have to leave after the sessions had ended. Zechs then wondered if Treize knew of how he tried to prolong the meeting session, by not coming up with the answers straight away, or hammering questions. A few minutes extra to look at Treize, to be with him, even though it is such a pathetic idea, even though it hurted him even more. But as he glanced at the clock on the alcove, eleven thirty. He had half an hour to make his way to the Hangar. He shuddered secretly at what awaited him. He wanted to stay, he feared torment, but he can't can he? Relena, his sister, his only family in the whole galaxy, being held captive. He prayed to whomever god that will hear him plead. To just let him see the obvious. But he saw the obvious. He wanted to stay with Treize. If, if only they had not captured Relena, if only they had not threaten to do gruelsome acts towards his sister, he would stay, and even he had to face wrath, to face hell, he would endure it. But now he's torn. /God, is this the way you punished me? Can't you even wait for me to go to hell?/ Zechs snapped from his reverie as he caught Treize's puzzled glance. "Are you feeling well, Milliard?" Zechs had never thought such words could be heard again from Treize. How he wanted to just flung himself into his commander's arms, as he knew of the warmth there, pouring his heart out. /Well? Who? Me? Well? Like hell I am! Hundred odd people forced themselves into me, still another hundred odd, you kicked me out, took another lover, and you ask whether I am fine?!/ he thought. But instead what came was a soft whisper. "I am fine, don't worry. I'm fine." Treize raised his eyebrow in enquiry. "You don't look fine." And Zechs just burst, "'Said I'm fine!" he could even feel his eyes brimming. Treize, his face etched with concern moved forward and took Zechs by the shoulders. Zechs willingly burried himself into the crook of Treize's neck. What felt like heaven turned to hell in matter of seconds. Of two things. Zechs caught the view of the clock, fifteen minutes. and the fact that the door creaked open, a young boy entered softly. With instinct Treize detached himself from the embrace and gave a bearhug to the boy who just came. Zechs went into bewilderment. His still unbalanced, hurt body swayed and almost fell of the sudden move. "Wufei, I missed you." came the heated voice of Treize. The same voice he heard not even a minute ago. He felt his heart wrenched. He felt his eyes stung. He gazed at the clock, which was there on the alcove, ticking minutes away, as if mocking. He felt numb, he felt he had died. The idea of being raped again didn't scare him then. It seemed a suitable way to die, for a sinner. But of what sin? The sin of existing? The sin of loving? The sin of killing? He ran out of the room. Knocking almost everyone from sight. Wufei and Treize looked up and a sudden realisation hit them. Zechs almost bumped into Noin and Lady Une, but he didn't care. The two ladies knew what made the ace pilot be so disoriented. They went to Treize's chambers. *** Zechs had barely made it on time to the Hangar, only to step into a vast, empty room, with cords and cables, part of mechs lying around unattended. They certainly had chosen A place. He stepped in slowly, shadows engulfing him as he stepped deeper into the hangar. Metals and scaffoldings and large towering machines danced black and grey across his being. Then he heard a whimper. /Relena/ He turned sharply to where the source of the noise and found Relena tied to a chair bound, blindfolded and gagged. He walked slowly towards her, looking for possibilities of traps, that would make things worse for both of them. "Sshhh... its all right, Relena" Zechs whispered as he freed Relena from her confinement. Relena flung her arms around Zechs in mere gladness, to see her brother alive. Then she frowned. Alive. but then, was he well, and fine, after yesterday? Zechs held Relena and steadied them both and walked Relena out of the Hangar. "Now go! don't tell anyone about what happened to us." Relena looked in horror. IT was true, wasn't it? What happened yesterday? She wanted to ask. But she didn't want to dig deep into her brother's wound. Even as her brother didn't let her know, she knew. Treize's rejection, pain of being raped. How she wanted to comfort him, but she couldn't. They are brothers and sisters, but yet so far away. She nodded, and left. Had she turned back to take a last glance, she wouldn't have left. But she didn't. *** As he wathced the retreating figure of his sister, he could feel people closing into him. Then came Greian's voice, the voice he much hate. "Now then," Zechs turned to face Greian. "Lets get this done quickly, shall we, LIUTENANT Greian" Zechs gave emphasis to the rank Greian had, trying to hang on to that piece of winning bargain. 'As if saying, do it right or I'll drag you for court martial'. Greian gritted his teeth a little and then led Zechs to one of the inner parts of the Hangar. Zechs started wondering by then, why didn't he just leave or fight them? Or why didn't he threaten them with court matial. /Oh yeah, I'm not in my best shape/ he thought. He could be easily brought down and maybe killed. And as if he cared. Then for all he knew, everything started all over again. This time's even worse. His injuries from the day before hadn't healed yet, barely healed, and these just added into his desperation. Greian sneered as he pushed his fist into Zechs' tight opening. And he screamed. /NO! please, GODS!!/ And the pain stopped for barely a minute and was replaced by the thickness of manhood. Roughly, lubricated only by his blood. And again people started taking turns on him, as if he's rag doll that no one wanted. But then again maybe he was. Pain started spreading through his body, his screams became more and more crackled as he bled his vocal chords, and all to make things worse, Greian pushed an army blade into his left shoulder, ripped off his muscles and straight through, pinning him into the wooden table beneath him. And he could feel his life slowly slid into the now familiar darkness and he gladly accepted it. Hoping that this time he would be gone forever from the world. But then again, Luck wasn't on his side. *** He woke up with a strange sensation in his body, like that of streaming waters. Then he heard the buzz of the neon lamp above him, he cringed. There was a certain phobia to that sound after what happened to him in the store room. But this place was much brighter and smelled of alcohol. The infirmary! he noted. He couldn't bring himself to move or to even open his eyes, so he strained to hear the muffled voices around the room. Treize. Une. Noin. Why are they here? everyone? Relena too? and another voice that he couldn't readily recognise. But the voice sounded familiar. Different but familiar. A voice from his childhood. He tried to listen to their conversation then, "How is he?" Treize's voice. "Very bad." the strange voice said. "The injuries are very bad. His condition is very bad, I don't really know what part of him is still good." "Will he be all right?" Relena. Her voice heavy with distress. "There, there. Relena, he'll be fine." Noin. Her voice soothing, even with hesitation. "Could you run us through of what injuries?" Une again. her voice level. There was hesitation from the strange voice, Zechs mused. Must be the doctor in the infirmary. He frowned trying to place that voice, he knew he had heard it somewhere. "Miss Relena might not want to hear this." "I'm not leaving. He's my brother. And he tried to save me." "Very well then, but don't say I didn't warn you. We ran blood checks, physical tests and semen tests." "Semen tests?" Une asked. "Yes, Lt. Noin, who found him in the hangar," a slight pause followed by a small confirmation by Noin. "With blood and semen on him, but the amount of semen were ridiculously too many. So I ordered for semen test, just in case. And, General Treize, you might not want to hear this." A short hesitation hang in the air, until Treize, slowly said, "Continue." "According to the test, we found at least one hundred odd dna samples. Give or take there's at least a hundred people there with him." That's as subtle as the information could be. "He's injured and needed rest." the person continued hastily, trying to minimise the blow. "I'll draft a doctor's permission for his rest, at least a month or two." There's silence, and Zechs cursed it, he hated silence, he grew to despise it. He tried to digest the information himself. two hundred fifty... he himself was surprised that he was still alive, even though barely. "One MONTH?!" came Treize's holler. "the invasion is only two weeks away!" Zechs flinched as he heard about the invasion. it is the biggest mission that will be carried out by the OZ, and he had been preparing hardly for that. And he knew how important that was to Treize. But he needed his time, he needed his rest. Then he could hear a tight slap, and he heard Relena, "INVASION! is that what you can think of? You should be thankful that he's even still alive! Damn you! I'll tell you something, Great General Kusherenada, I wish Zechs could actually die, and leave this damned earth. I know I will!" "Relena, calm down!" Noin burst in, obviously surprised at the young woman's move. "I'll show you the meaning of CALMING DOWN," Relena grew frustrated, "Listen here, if only you could go and fight in the mission a week ago, none of these would happen. The men in your fleet are obviously not happy Zechs commanding the fleet, and Zechs was obviously not capable of directing two fleets at once. YOUR fleet, if I am not mistaken took advantage of it, and raped him. Two hundred odd people! And now what can you say about INVASION?" Then the door slammed shut. Zechs flinched. Someone actually stood for him, actually reasoned and still love him. Relena, his sister. And silence reigned the room ... to be continued. I never knew that this would grow *this* long!! VIDLC/JF