The Desolo// The Abandoned
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
1,331
Reviews:
30
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Currently Reading:
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3: "Oh, Duo..." ~~Collins
Warnings: see previous chapters
Warnings: see previous chapters
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Chapter 3:
\"The what?\" Zechs wondered.
\"Desolo, the Owned,\" Une repeated. \"There are several new laws regarding them, and they’ve been a huge controversy,\" she sounded slightly agitated. \"How could you have missed something like the Owned?\"
\"I’ve been distracted… between Heero, Noin, the wedding and the fact that Duo’s still missing, I haven’t been paying a whole lot of attention to whatever new thing has gotten the media in a riot,\" the blond man snapped irritably. \"So what are they anyway?\"
\"Dangerous.\"
\"Well, now that tells me a lot. It’s like saying a mobile suit is big. A little vague don’t you think?\"
\"Zechs…\" there was a distinctive warning in her tone.
\"All right, I’ll play. What is the controversy over these things? What are they anyway?\"
\"They were human,\" Une slid a folder across the table. Crystal blue eyes gave his commanding officer a questioning look before beginning to flip through the file, brows knitting almost instantly. \"I want you to go to Nevada, to Desolo Inc.’s headquarters and I want you to make sure that people are truly willing to do this.\"
\"How did this legislation ever get passed?!\" there was an appalled look in the blond man’s eyes now. \"How could the government allow this to occur?!\"
\"Because the people who undergo this treatment are all perfectly willing, according to Desolo Inc., anyway. That’s why I’m sending you in. If you even suspect that foul play is going on, shut it down,\" the former Lady of OZ ordered. \"I just can’t believe that people would willingly subject themselves to this.\" With that said, she sat back in her chair with a long sigh, weariness overtaking her features. \"I want Desolo Inc. shut down… but they have to be doing something wrong. Don’t make something go wrong, Zechs, but please, please pay the utmost attention. I just know that there’s something wrong with Collins.\"
\"Yes, ma’am.\"
~~~~~
Violet eyes snapped open as the First awoke abruptly. There was a name on the tip of his tongue, the name of someone very important… but as clear as it had been a moment ago, the First could no longer remember it. His heart ached mysteriously with its loss.
The First glanced out the window. It was early, but not so early that Collins wouldn’t already be in. He needed to see the scientist. His memory was getting worse. Names, characteristics, events, they were all running together and losing their shape as they did. But last night… oh last night he had lost something precious. There was a hole in his memories that was once filled by love and a deep longing overcame him. It was him, the one the First was waiting for… waiting to Imprint upon… and he was gone. The harder the First strained toward the faint memory, the more blurred and distant it became. He had one remaining memory of that person and he clung to it like a starving man to food. A slightly nasal voice, a voice that seemed to be a monotone yet wasn’t… low and dark and…
…gone…
The First couldn’t hear it anymore… the memory… the memory was gone…
Before he was conscious of it, the First was nearly flying down the hallway to Collins’ office, desperation born of terror exuding from him. He threw the door open and stalked into the room, a slightly crazed look in his eyes. Collins leapt to his feet and quickly flipped over his newspaper so the front page was face down.
\"Desolo, what-\" he was cut off as the Owned pushed past him instantly, going straight to the newspaper and flipping it over, to verify what his mind had caught a glimpse of. \"Desolo?\" Collins queried again before realization set in. \"Desolo, no!\" he tried to tear the first away from the picture, but it was too late. He could already see the Imprinting taking place in those odd violet orbs.
\"Master…\" Desolo’s soft voice was partly filled with awe as he fell to his knees and stroked the face in the picture with the utmost tenderness. The face that he knew… the face that had been safe.
Yes, the face in the picture was safe, but some distant part of his mind raged against the Imprinting. Some part of him was screaming, no! This is not the one you were waiting for! But that part went unheard as the Imprinting fully set in. The only sign of conflict was the tears that flowed unnoticed from lost eyes.
Collins gently pried the paper from the First’s grip, ignoring the Owned’s soft keening and took a deep breath. Above the picture was the headline: \"Millardo Peacecraft Finally Announces Wedding Date.\"
The scientist slumped into his chair, rubbing at his temples as the First stared at him pleadingly, begging for the picture of his chosen Master back. \"Oh, Desolo…\" he whispered. \"Oh, Duo… of all the people, why Milliardo Peacecraft?\"
~~~~~
TSUZUKU
Warnings: see previous chapters
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Chapter 3:
\"The what?\" Zechs wondered.
\"Desolo, the Owned,\" Une repeated. \"There are several new laws regarding them, and they’ve been a huge controversy,\" she sounded slightly agitated. \"How could you have missed something like the Owned?\"
\"I’ve been distracted… between Heero, Noin, the wedding and the fact that Duo’s still missing, I haven’t been paying a whole lot of attention to whatever new thing has gotten the media in a riot,\" the blond man snapped irritably. \"So what are they anyway?\"
\"Dangerous.\"
\"Well, now that tells me a lot. It’s like saying a mobile suit is big. A little vague don’t you think?\"
\"Zechs…\" there was a distinctive warning in her tone.
\"All right, I’ll play. What is the controversy over these things? What are they anyway?\"
\"They were human,\" Une slid a folder across the table. Crystal blue eyes gave his commanding officer a questioning look before beginning to flip through the file, brows knitting almost instantly. \"I want you to go to Nevada, to Desolo Inc.’s headquarters and I want you to make sure that people are truly willing to do this.\"
\"How did this legislation ever get passed?!\" there was an appalled look in the blond man’s eyes now. \"How could the government allow this to occur?!\"
\"Because the people who undergo this treatment are all perfectly willing, according to Desolo Inc., anyway. That’s why I’m sending you in. If you even suspect that foul play is going on, shut it down,\" the former Lady of OZ ordered. \"I just can’t believe that people would willingly subject themselves to this.\" With that said, she sat back in her chair with a long sigh, weariness overtaking her features. \"I want Desolo Inc. shut down… but they have to be doing something wrong. Don’t make something go wrong, Zechs, but please, please pay the utmost attention. I just know that there’s something wrong with Collins.\"
\"Yes, ma’am.\"
~~~~~
Violet eyes snapped open as the First awoke abruptly. There was a name on the tip of his tongue, the name of someone very important… but as clear as it had been a moment ago, the First could no longer remember it. His heart ached mysteriously with its loss.
The First glanced out the window. It was early, but not so early that Collins wouldn’t already be in. He needed to see the scientist. His memory was getting worse. Names, characteristics, events, they were all running together and losing their shape as they did. But last night… oh last night he had lost something precious. There was a hole in his memories that was once filled by love and a deep longing overcame him. It was him, the one the First was waiting for… waiting to Imprint upon… and he was gone. The harder the First strained toward the faint memory, the more blurred and distant it became. He had one remaining memory of that person and he clung to it like a starving man to food. A slightly nasal voice, a voice that seemed to be a monotone yet wasn’t… low and dark and…
…gone…
The First couldn’t hear it anymore… the memory… the memory was gone…
Before he was conscious of it, the First was nearly flying down the hallway to Collins’ office, desperation born of terror exuding from him. He threw the door open and stalked into the room, a slightly crazed look in his eyes. Collins leapt to his feet and quickly flipped over his newspaper so the front page was face down.
\"Desolo, what-\" he was cut off as the Owned pushed past him instantly, going straight to the newspaper and flipping it over, to verify what his mind had caught a glimpse of. \"Desolo?\" Collins queried again before realization set in. \"Desolo, no!\" he tried to tear the first away from the picture, but it was too late. He could already see the Imprinting taking place in those odd violet orbs.
\"Master…\" Desolo’s soft voice was partly filled with awe as he fell to his knees and stroked the face in the picture with the utmost tenderness. The face that he knew… the face that had been safe.
Yes, the face in the picture was safe, but some distant part of his mind raged against the Imprinting. Some part of him was screaming, no! This is not the one you were waiting for! But that part went unheard as the Imprinting fully set in. The only sign of conflict was the tears that flowed unnoticed from lost eyes.
Collins gently pried the paper from the First’s grip, ignoring the Owned’s soft keening and took a deep breath. Above the picture was the headline: \"Millardo Peacecraft Finally Announces Wedding Date.\"
The scientist slumped into his chair, rubbing at his temples as the First stared at him pleadingly, begging for the picture of his chosen Master back. \"Oh, Desolo…\" he whispered. \"Oh, Duo… of all the people, why Milliardo Peacecraft?\"
~~~~~
TSUZUKU