10 Jun 2000
Let's see. . .I know there are people out there who need some noise right now. ::rolls up sleeves:: So here's what I've got. It's rather in the tradition of a tour, but not the famous Phoenix Tours; more like a tour of random images stored in a ficcer's brain.
Warnings: Yaoi and non-yaoi and I don't know what all. Maybe some lemon. I'm just gonna write what comes. I just saw a movie with Angelina Jolie in it. She is HOT.
::Duo is sitting by himself in a room, placed exactly in the center of the floor, knees drawn up to his chin::
"God please. . .there is no god. . .but God. . . . *CAN'T* be! No! I won't believe it." Duo rocks slowly back and forth with his whole body, as his nails rake paths up and down his arms. He seems oblivious, almost mindless.
"There cannot be a God. Because if there were, I would have to hate Him. So much. . .so much blood and death and He wasn't there! Do you hear that, God?!" His eyes move from hollow, empty, to frenzied. "YOU WEREN'T THERE! What gives you the fucking right to kill of the only people in the whole goddamn UNIVERSE that still gave a shit about you?! You may be all-powerful, but you have no compassion, and that makes you low. . .so low." In a smaller voice, "They weren't just Yours, you know. . .they loved me too. They did. They said so. And now they don't love me because they are not and You don't love me because You are not and now I am not, either. . .no one to count the nameless, love the faceless. . .you took them away. I will not forgive you. You do not exist."
"I do not want you to exist."
"I deny you, four times. . .well? Will you come kill me, God?" Whispering, "Please. . . ."
Duo's resolve seems to strengthen as he listens to something invisible and inaudible.
"You say you know the exact number of hairs on every head? Well, fine. I will grow so many hairs even you will lose count. I will kill so many in revenge for what you have taken that I will become a god myself. That's what God is, isn't it? Vengence?"
"There is no God but Me."
Heero was wandering. He'd been wandering for some time, actually, ever since. . .ever since he'd completed his one and only completely self-imposed mission. Completely cut himself off from everyone he'd ever known. Duo, Trowa, Relena, Quatre, Wufei, the scientists. . .he knew if he stayed with one of them he could never be anything but what he already was, and he needed more than that, for himself.
It was the only thing he knew, really.
Duo had been the hardest, because he'd understood why he had to go. "Good luck, Hee-chan. I won't look for you unless you tell me to. It's all right." Just like that. And now he was wandering.
He hadn't found anything to take their place. There were no new missions, and there was no Heero Yuy. It was this elusive Heero, this him-that-could-have-been, for which he searched. He watched people who seemed content, copying what they did.
Then, one day, he met her. The girl who was utterly, perfectly, shatteringly content. Heero followed her like a man obsessed. She was so at peace with herself. . .how had she found that peace? Had it been given? Taken? Earned? He wanted to question her.
One day, stalking his prey through a park, he got his chance. She had wandered all over the gardens, a serene smile on her face, when suddenly she turned around and looked directly into his eyes. "What do you want to ask me?"
Heero was speechless for a moment. "How. . .how are you so. . .yourself?" /Damn it,/ he thought, /that wasn't what I wanted to ask./
She knew anyway. "I found someone who knew how to give, to let me take, to make me earn."
"I don't understand."
"Come meet her."
He nodded. She let him follow her back home like a stray dog, lost in thought and fruitless speculation about this presumably wonderful female. When the woman--he didn't even know her name--led him inside, he had no idea what to expect.
"Welcome home."
She was magnificent. Her looks, build, and speech were. . .ordinary. There was nothing remarkable or particularly beautiful about them whatsoever. Yet something indefinable immediately told him she was. . .was something.
"Thank you, Master." /Master?!/ "I've brought a friend. He's been looking for something I have, and I think it is you."
"Really? How interesting. My name is Kel. It is nice to meet you--"
"Heero." Something in him told him not to say anything rude to this woman.
"--Heero. I'm glad you've found something to help you in my slave."
Alarm bells went off in Heero's head. "Slave? I'm sorry, Kel; I'm afraid I must be looking in the wrong place."
The other woman, the. . .slave?. . .immediately started to talk. "No! You don't understand. It's not like that, it's--" She didn't get any further than that before she was silenced with one word.
"Nina." The name was spoken in a voice colder than Heero had ever heard, if that was possible. "Come here." Nina was instantly contrite, and went immediately to her Master, reminding Heero again of a well-trained dog. "Kneel."
Nina did. Crouched on hands and knees, with her rear facing Kel, she spread her legs apart and closed her eyes, waiting, her face flushed. "I'm sorry. . . ."
Hard slaps, one, two, three, four. . .ten in all were delivered with brutal efficiency to the woman's spead-apart ass, tilted at such an angle that much of each blow must be hitting her vulva. It was clear that receiving this treatment in front of Heero was making her almost sick with shame, and yet she never considered objecting. Heero found himself repulsed but strangely fascinated.
After the tenth lashing, Kel gently and with infinite tenderness helped lift Nina off the floor and held her while she cried tears of pain and humiliation. "I know, sweetie. I know it hurts, and I know you're ashamed. But you have to be punished when you do things wrong; you know that you have been instructed not to talk in my place before. If you ignore my instructions, there will have to be consequences. I would not be fair or responsible if I excused you for good intentions." Her voice softened. "You know what? I am very proud of you." Nina sniffled, tilting her head to look up at her Master wonderingly. "Even though you were ashamed, you took your punishment well and without complaint. You were very brave. And you brought someone to me because you knew he needed help. You did very well, and I am pleased."
Nina's smile was wavery but (to Heero, at least) obviously adoring. "Th-thank you."
Kel smiled fondly. "Now, Nina, as a reward for your bravery you may push the button. And then complete your task for the day." She reached behind her and found cotton balls, which she twisted and stuck in Nina's ears, saying, "After this, no sound is to enter you for the rest of today. At midnight, I will come and speak to you. Just like all your others, I and only I can remove the plugs. Wakaru?"
Nina nodded. Heero didn't quite understand it, but the look on her face when Kel had placed the cotton in her ears after completing her instructions was one that approached bliss. And "other" plugs? And what was this button?
Kel seemed to sense his unasked question (one of them) as Nina humbly exited the room. "She enjoys being filled. All of my slaves are happy; I take care of them. I love them. They are mine. So, you are he."
Heero was even more confused. "'He'?"
Kel smiled. "My last slave."
Wufei adjusted the binoculars once more. His target's ETA was in five. . .four. . .three. . .two. . .ah. There.
He had scouted the focus of this mission carefully, over days, and this was the fruit of all of his labours. He knew the other man's habits to a T, and he knew that exactly at 0500 hours was the time to record evidence. He pulled out his camera, preparing to record the activity visually. Just a few more seconds. . .he was almost ready. . .clear line of sight. . .no appreciable mission obstacles, but the timing of had to be perfect, because the window of opportunity was so small. . . .
Ah. There. Carefully, Wufei snapped the picture, using his zoom lens, and quietly withdrew to a safer place to ponder the photos (in AC 195, there is instant processing, so you can essentially get a polaroid with all the benefits of a manual and a zoom). As he returned on padded feet to his own room of the safehouse, he casually picked up a small box marked "Documents--Chang" and filed the new evidence to wait until after breakfast, right next to all his other photographic records of Trowa removing his bathrobe after his daily shower.
::wipes brow:: All right, that's it! That's Cutter's noise! I just sat down and typed it all, straight (queer)... I've got some ideas for Kel, now. ::sighs:: But I'm going to bed!
(:./cutter/tour)
