Type K: Part 10

By Kira Maxwell

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Sunrise, not me. I don’t own the G-boys, so please don’t sue me. You wouldn’t get anything anyway.
Warnings: Yaoi, Yuri, Het, Drug abuse, Gore, Strong language, NCS, Violence, Squick
Pairings: 13xR, implied 1x2, 3x4, 5+R, 9x11
Notes: If you're squeamish about anatomy, especially that of the female body, I'd suggest not reading this part. There are some scientifically specific explanations of injuries sustained during rape.



Part 10


Relena swallowed dryly as she stepped into the tiny room that served as a makeshift clinic for Sally Po. Shrugging off her coat and kicking of her pumps, she removed her clothing, folding it austerely over a chair that sat in the corner. After doing this, she grabbed a tissue gown that had been laid out for her on the examining table and putting it on, taking a few minutes to fuss with the delicate ties. Once she was finished, she took a seat on the edge of the cold steel table, shivering a little and calling loudly, “All right, Dr. Po, I’m ready for you.”

As if she’d been waiting for a cue, and indeed she had, the honey-blonde doctor stepped into the room and went to the counter, pulling on a pair of surgical gloves. Her tone was rather professional and impersonal, the bland look on her face masking the discomfort she felt at examining the young blonde woman before her. “Please lay back and prop up your knees in the four o’clock position, Miss Darlian, and we’ll begin right away.”

Relena did as was requested of her without any more talk, laying back and propping up her knees on the examining table. Folding her arms over her stomach, she stared listlessly up at the ceiling. Her movements were easy and practiced, suggesting she'd done this sort of thing before.

Dr. Po turned towards her with a swab and a pair of forceps in hand, gently moving between Relena’s legs and spreading her labia. As she examined her, the honey-blonde doctor couldn’t help a look of disgust flitting over her features at the damage sustained by Mr. Khushrenada’s last rape. As she continued with the examination, she calmly recited what injuries she saw.

“Lacerations to the labia minora and the hymenal membrane, serious abrasions on the inner thighs, some minor bleeding…” Sally sutured the larger lacerations shut and then applied a disinfectant. Relena winced as the substance burned.

“I’m sorry, Miss Darlian,” Dr. Po said, looking down at Relena.

“It’s alright, Dr. Po. Just warn me next time, will you? It stings quite a bit,” Relena replied. Her voice was brittle and strained.

Dr. Po finished at last, putting aside her tools and helping Relena sit up. Throwing away her gloves, she plucked up a chart that had been laying on the counter and filled out Relena’s condition during this examination.

While Sally was doing this, Relena dressed herself as if nothing had happened and walked out of the clinic.


*~*~*

Zechs’s infiltration of the warehouse was quick and silent. Knocking out two of the guards, he slipped inside, walking along calmly and hoping to locate Relena before he was found out by any one who would recognize him. All the while, he noted the numerous catwalks and walled rooms on the upper levels of the building. His baby sister was up in one of those rooms, he thought. He had to get her out.

Hands tucked deeply in his pockets, one hand wrapped around his gun, he walked casually up a flight of stairs to the second level, and then the third. Paying attention to the guards passing by, he recognized the blonde that seemed to be Khushrenada’s main enforcer stepping out of a room at the end of the catwalk.

Hearing voices come closer, Zechs quickly ducked into an alcove to hide.


*~*~*

When Relena stepped out of Sally’s clinic, she found Treize waiting for her. Raising a brow at him, she snapped, “What do you want?”

Treize smiled disarmingly at her, offering her his arm. “Not a thing, my dear, except to talk to you.”

Relena regarded the ginger-haired man skeptically as he looped her arm through his own and began leading her towards the conference room. The charming smile pasted on his face had a brittle, fake quality to it that Relena detested, as well as the complete serenity he seemed to possess. Her shock at his calmness about the things he did to her, the perverse crimes he committed, was unending.

“Talk to me?” she retorted. “Somehow, Mr. Khushrenada, I find that very unlikely.”

She pulled her arm away abruptly from him as they entered the office. Treize took a seat at the table, folding his hands in front of him. “Well, you could say I brought you here to make you an offer, Miss Relena. A business deal, so to speak.”

Relena’s contempt for him was plainly written on her face as she settled into the chair opposite him, crossing her legs and propping up an elbow against the tabletop. She rested her chin against her upturned palm. “What sort of deal, hmm? Don’t you remember I have nothing left?”

“Well, maybe that’s why you should listen to my offer, Miss Relena. You’ve got nothing left to lose.” Treize smirked, leaning forward and cupping her chin in his hand, tilting her head up as he might tilt a little girl’s. “Well, nothing to lose except your pride, your health, and your life. But we’ve already taken care of the first two, haven’t we?”

The bitterness of Dr. Po’s examination seared through Relena’s mind like a torch. She jerked her chin away, resisting the urge to bite him.

“Well, down to business,” Treize continued, clearing his throat and retracting his hand. “I am a busy man, Miss Relena, and a bachelor as well. You know as well as I do the responsibilities that come with being the heir of an old, powerful family, don’t you?”

All too well, you cold bastard. Relena thought to herself, her lips pressing in a thin line.

“Of course you do. The fact is, I need someone to share these burdens with me. Someone to help me maintain my public façade—charm the masses, so to speak. Not to mention producing a legal, proper heir. You see where I’m headed with this, right?”

Relena shook her head a little, puzzled. “Not a clue.”

Treize reached into the breast pocket of his suit, and Relena caught her breath in her throat when he pulled a little black box, opening it and setting it before her. There was a diamond ring inside, nestled elegantly on the crumpled velvet.

He smirked and said, “I’m asking you to marry me, Relena.”

*~*~*

Quatre walked down the catwalk with a stunned look on his face. He couldn’t believe what Trowa had just said to him.

“You disgust me.”

The blonde shook his head a little as he rounded the corner and headed for the flight of stairs leading to the second level. He spotted Wufei waiting for him in the corner.

“What’s up, Quat? You look upset.” Gentle concern showed on the Chinese man’s face as he sidled up next to his friend.

“Nothing,” Quatre replied lamely. “We need to go back to St. Anthony’s and get the Doc’s stuff.”

Wufei nodded quietly, noting the strained look in Quatre’s eyes as the two men went outside, getting in the sedan and pulling out, headed for the hospital.

*~*~*

“What’s up, Quat? You look upset.”

“Nothing. We need to go back to St. Anthony’s and get the Doc’s stuff.”

Zechs smiled as the voices receded down the stairs, stepping out from the alcove where he’d been hiding. So Blondie and his buddy were off to fetch the good doctor’s supplies? All the better for him. With Wufei and Quatre gone, it meant less work for Zechs to get to Treize. Ultimately, less work for Zechs to kill Treize.

Moving down the catwalk, he again resumed his pace at a casual walk. A couple of guards passed him, not noticing the platinum-haired stranger. He carried himself towards Treize’s office with confidence and an air of importance. They naturally assumed he was one of Khushrenada’s clients and didn’t bother him. Such mistakes will cost Treize dearly, Zechs thought to himself with a smug smirk.

Rounding the last corner of the catwalk towards Treize’s office, he paused for a moment and listened. He could hear the two guards that had passed him several yards away to the left, silence to the right. Zechs’s breath quickened with each passing second, his adrenalin beginning to pump. In only a moment now, he’d finally be faced-to-face with Treize, the man he’d been trained from babyhood to hate and despise because he was an enemy of the Darlian family, a man he hated and despised instinctively because of his treatment of Relena. He’d kill Treize and take back what was rightfully his: Relena.

Squeezing his fingers around the cool, familiar feel of his gun in his hands, he rounded the corner and throwing open the door, aiming at the first thing he saw. “Freeze!” he cried.

Zechs’s jaw dropped when he found himself face-to-face with a gun’s barrel and a pair of cold brown eyes. “No, Zechs. You freeze.”

~TBC~

Kira Maxwell

KiraxMaxwell@msn.com

On to Part 11!