Ch8—(now for commercials—I need a beta reader, I need a beta reader, I need…)

He was back. There he stood in front of the door that was slightly ajar to tease him with a glance of freedom. He carried something in his arm; ugly red and black clothing it looked like. Hopefully it was clothing.

He didn’t care what it looked like; he just wanted clothing, any clothing, even if it was a Ziedian uniform. His old clothing was scrapes now. They served as a pillow now, a constantly flaking dried blood pillow. He didn’t mind the blood; he was used to leaving in blood in this once gray, now red walled cell.

The scrapes and bite marks on his neck almost registered hurt to him as he looked up at the man. He looked up because if he hadn’t, the price would pain that registered extreme pain even for him. That was why he sat with only feet on the floor; they hurt the least.

The man smirked as he walked over to the prisoner. He reached out his hand and pressed it against the prisoner’s side, making him gasp.

“Heero, the perfect soldier who beat them all but us, can you walk?” He smirked as he jabbed against Heero’s stomach. Heero yelped and toppled into Kuroi. Kuroi took the opportunity to bite and kiss against the sore neck. His hands traveled around the waist to pinch at the back.

Heero felt the stirring in his groan whenever he received pleasure, or pain. Kuroi had trained him good in the past two weeks. He no longer felt the deep shame that he felt earlier; now only helplessness he felt.

“Not now, my tasty treat. Get up; my superiors want to see us out now.”

Heero used his master as leverage, and pushed himself up. He swayed and had to grab the wall. The man smirked and put his arm back around the waist.

“Grab the clothing. You can wear them after the shower.”

Glad that he would be able to wash away the dirt from his very own body, Heero reached down to quickly when grabbing the clothing. His feet lost their balance. He pitched forward and hung like a towel from Kuroi’s arms, arms on one side, and legs on the other. Kuroi chuckled and swept him in to a bear hug.

Kuroi ended up retrieving the clothing. They left the cell, Heero clearly Kuroi’s possession. Heero felt every single person starring at him. Some looked with indifference, others with shad, and others with lust. He actually welcomed the shield of Kuroi’s body. No one would hurt him while he was with his master.

They went into what must have been the solders’ barracks. The must people there looked with lust. As Heero walked around one corner, he saw a Ziedian solder with brown bangs covering one eye. Trowa, he thought. No, it couldn’t have been; Trowa died and was buried long ago.

The showers came too soon and too late. A giant soldier with high-ranking badges on his already stripped jacket eyed Heero lustfully.

“Who is this, lieutenant torture?” He said as he walked to the prisoner and master. He reached up and twisted Heero’s left nipple. Heero moaned and almost collapsed against the man. Seeing the various reactions, the man got bold and reached down to play with other things.

Kuroi stopped the man with a hand around the wrist. “A prison and future solder that needs to be in the meeting room in ten minutes dressed and showered.”

The man glared at Kuroi before storming away to take his shower. “Beware of that one,” Kuroi said before dragging Heero to a shower as far away from the one that the man went to.

The shower was good. It cleaned Heero of more then his layers of caked blood and semen. It almost cleaned his soul, his broken soul. From the shower came not the shattered prisoner who livid in blood and pain, but a man, a man ready to be free and to Duo no matter the costs, except Duo death. He stepped out of the shower and shock out the hair that somehow grew to his waist (1). An almost crazy grin he plastered on his face.

Kuroi gasped and took a step back. He has seen the difference. Heero strode to him and said, “the main hall you said.”

“Correct, let us go.” They left and headed to the main hall. They didn’t make it to the main hall. A sweating solder met them in the hall.

“Lieutenant torture, you are to report to Zaids’ room now.”

“Take care of this prisoner.” Kuroi growled and stalked away.

The solder turned and looked at Heero. His one visible eye widened.

“My god, Heero, what…”

“Trowa, you work for Ziedian now?”

1--I like Heero with long hair.

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