Captured

Chapter Two: Guest Accommodations


A/N: Okay, just for clarification purposes: I am fully aware that my battle scenes are a little on the…terrible…side. However, in my own self-defence, I urge no one to criticize before trying to write one. They’re bloody hard! Anyways, thank- you for all the reviews, and for supporting this demented spawn of my imagination.



Kira had been sitting in the small, dark cell for several hours. Nobody had come since he was first thrown into the prison area. He stopped crying a while ago and was entrenched in thought. ‘I failed! Now everything will change,’ he thought to himself. ‘This war is going to escalate and it’s entirely my fault… and I called myself a protector!’ This strain of thought lasted for hours. He was exhausted. Mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted. Kira knew, however, that there was no point in trying to sleep. He also knew that at that very moment the Freedom was being disassembled and studied. ‘The secret has been lost…’

His grim thoughts were interrupted by the door opening at the end of the hallway. They were coming for him. Kira knew this because he was the only one in the entire cell block. A blonde man in a blue suit entered, followed by three others. The man’s companions appeared to be about Kira’s age.

“Well, well, you’re awake,” said the man in a smug voice that annoyed Kira, “I wanted to have a little chat with you about your mobile suit.” Kira did not look up from the floor, his gaze focussed on the spot between his legs. “Quite the impressive machine, I must say. Certainly more than we ever expected…” started the man, “but before we talk about that what’s your name, boy?”

Kira grumbled something inaudible and continued to stare at the floor.

“What’s that? You’re going to need to speak up boy.”

“My name is Kira Yamato,” answered Kira after mustering all his will to not antagonize the man. He was clearly someone not to be trifled with, even though he didn’t look it.

“And I am Director Azreal. I am sure you’ve heard of me. I am the leader of Blue Cosmos, President of the Azreal Conglomerate, and am now serving as leader of the Atlantic Federation.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard of you. You’re the guy who attacked an innocent and peaceful nation. You’re the guy mercilessly ordered the destruction of Joshua. You’re the guy who used your closest allies as a diversion, and then sacrificed them…” said Kira, anger boiling inside.

The man’s three companions began to grumble, but stopped when Azreal began to speak again.

“Okay then, Kira,” said Azreal, showing no reaction to Kira’s altered disposition, “now that those pleasantries are out of the way we can get started. I had a hunch, which my mechanics have now confirmed. The Freedom is nuclear powered, yet unaffected by the N-Jammers. We tried to figure out how this was possible on out own, but we ran into… complications.” The man had now taken a seat outside the bars of Kira’s cell. His companions continued to stand and listen intently. “It seems a good portion of the data was removed from you mobile suit’s CPU, including the OS, and more importantly, a section near the end that I suspect may have been what I was looking for. However, I certainly cannot blame you for this feeble attempt to conceal this valuable technology. It is, after all, what any good soldier would have done. So we started to take the damn thing apart, hoping that whatever it is that allows nuclear reactions to occur would present itself easily. It didn’t…” said Azreal in a dark tone. He rose from his seat and began pacing along the bars. “So now it comes to you. I need you to tell me where this… thing is,” ended Azreal. He took his seat and crossed his legs.

Kira hesitated, but only for a moment before saying, “You can go to hell, Azreal!” Images of the destruction of Orb flashed through his mind with vivid clarity. They hardened his resolve.

“I was somewhat worried that would be the case,” replied Azreal in a cool tone that enraged Kira. “I must ask you, for the sake of speed, to reconsider. My companions here are very… persuasive.”

The connotations of that remark troubled Kira deeply. However, he could never let them know the secret. He just couldn’t! ‘I promised Athrun…’ thought Kira before saying: “Go fuck yourself!”

“Fine!” was all Azreal said before leaving, his three companions following obediently.

‘They’re gone…’ thought Kira, unsure what to think of the situation. He played out scenarios in his head, trying to figure out what was going to happen to him. ‘The worst they’ll do is cut off my food for a while,’ he finally decided. He was fully aware of the rules and regulations established by the Masqat Conference of C.E. 32 regarding the treatment of POWs.

He continued to run situations and scenarios through his head while he waited fro his captors to return. He did not have to wait long. Crot, Orga, and Shani entered his cell, accompanied by six armed Earth Forces soldiers.

“Up,” was all Orga said as he kicked Kira sharply in the side. Kira obeyed without hesitation. The effects of the drug had still not completely worn, so he was in no position to resist that many people. His hands and feet were quickly shackled. The barrel of a gun was jabbed between his shoulder blades, followed by an order to move. The force of the jab nearly knocked him off balance.

Once outside the cell, the party fell into formation. Three men marched in front of Kira, and three men behind. Crot, Orga, and Shani walked behind almost leisurely.

“Where are we going?” asked Kira when he realized they were leaving the prison area of the ship.

“Shut up!” replied one of the men behind him hastily. Kira sighed and resigned himself to be surprised.

“You’re being moved to your new room,” answered Crot, not unkindly. Kira heard the boy’s companions grumble at him, but could not hear what they said.

‘What was wrong with the old cell?’ thought Kira, but refrained from asking. As they traversed the ship Kira noticed slight deviations from the ArchAngel’s design, but they were nearly identical. He found comfort in this fact.

Their progress was slow due to Kira’s shackles, but they eventually reached their destination. The soldiers stepped aside as Crot moved to unlock the door. Orga and Shani grabbed Kira from under the arms and threw him inside. Kira tried his best to cushion his fall, but had little success on account of his cuffs. He groaned a little as he rolled onto his back. His right wrist ached sharply, and he was sure it was sprained. The clanging of the heavy steel door being shut echoed across the room’s high ceiling. There was very little light, and Kira’s eyes required several minutes to adjust. Slowly, the room came into focus, and Kira was appalled. It appeared he had entered a medieval dungeon. He slowly stood up, and reluctantly explored the evil room.

‘They can’t do this to me!’ reasoned Kira, ‘they’re just trying to scare me into talking…’ He continued to walk, gazing at the different pieces of equipment. ‘This is inhuman, nobody could do this!’

“So… how do you like your new accommodations?”

The voice startled Kira, nearly causing him to fall. His heart was racing. Kira refused to reply, but watched as Crot emerged from the shadows.

“You like this one?” asked Crot, referring to the chair-like thing Kira was standing in front of. It reminded him of a desk for elementary school students. “What happens is we sit you down in the chair, and strap you to it. Then we put your hands on the brackets. They keep your wrists down.” Crot was circling a now petrified Kira. Imagining he was sitting in the horrid chair, he listened to Crot like a charmed snake. “Then we take these large staples,” continued Crot, flashing the staples in Kira’s face, “and we use them to keep your fingers in place.” Kira shivered a little, not wanting to know what happened next. “Finally, we take these pliers and we pull the nails off your fingers… one… at… a… time…” each word was enunciated but eh snapping shut of the pliers.

Kira was on the verge of tears, and held his hands tightly clenched as Crot moved back to the doorway, taking a seat on a waiting stool.

“The Director is giving you another chance to reconsider. If you tell me what he wants to know, I promise you we will leave, and you will never have to see this room again.” The boy paused for a moment to allow this information to register before continuing. “If you don’t tell me… well… you’ll be here until we find out.”

Kira was struck by the sadness in the boy’s last sentence. “I can’t…” he replied weakly after much internal struggle.

Crot sighed. “The only reason Azreal is being so generous is because he is eager. Trust me, he will get what he wants,” warned Crot.

Kira shuddered, and could feel tears well behind his eyes. “I can’t…” he repeated.

“Okay look,” said Crot, becoming increasingly impatient, “I don’t derive pleasure from causing pain. Shani and Orga, on the other hand, do. Let me be perfectly clear, we will be forced to extract this information, by any means necessary, if you do not co-operate.”

Tear were starting to run down Kira’s cheeks. He was imagining what was going to happen to him. “I just can’t!” he answered, remaining steadfast.

“I see,” said Crot disappointedly, “what should I tell the Director?”

“You may tell Azreal to go fuck himself…”

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TBC…

A/N: Yeah, what can I say… I will continue with this story as long as my imagination dictates. Unless, of course, it receives more reviews (signifying greater interest).

Also note: I am currently taking requests for a Christmas themed story. If you have an idea, leave a review under either of my stories. I will take requests until December 25 and will post the selected story by New Year’s Eve. Requirements: this story must be a oneshot and it must involve Kira and Athrun. Other than that, go nuts!