This fic takes place in the universe of No Ai
Kusabi. This story is rated NC-17 and is full of lemons, violence and yaoi.
This is my first and only true lemon GW Fan fic.
Standard Disclaim:
NO, I DON’T OWN THEM. YES,
BANDAI HAS ALL THE RIGHTS. NO, I’M NOT
MAKING ANY MONEY OFF OF THIS AND PLEASE DON’T SUE ME.
“If you want I can ask
Quatre to let me do your training. I
can train you to be my personalized pet.
Would you like that?” the Blondie Duo asked Heero.
“Leave me alone.”
“And don’t touch you, right, well you are going to
get touched and I know you want it too.
I can see it in your eyes,” Duo taunted him. “How about we make a little bet to see if I get you to want me as
your owner.”
Prologue
It was early morning when
Elite soldier Zechs was called in to Jupiter.
It was in regards to eliminating a group of rebels. These rebels were survivors from the last up
rising. There had not been any major
problems for many years for there were few people living in Ceres who possessed
not only the knowledge but also the desire to try and over throw Jupiter.
Jupiter was the supreme
ruler of Amoi. Originally, Jupiter was
a sentinel program, a machine with artificial intelligence put in place by the
original founders of the planet to help keep the multiplying population from
genetic catastrophe. When the planet
was first populated there was a problem with the female inhabitants. Many of them could not survivor child-birth
and so the earliest settlers devised a way to mechanically produce
children. However, just producing
offspring wasn’t enough the people of Amoi also genetically improved the gene
pool. In order to regular this new way
of procreating Jupiter was create.
Unfortunately, the AI was
given ‘improving the gene stock’ as a prime directive and the next future
generations slowly became divided between genetically bred aka Elites and
homegrown aka mongrels. The founders
did not foresee the Jupiter program as a threat to the very people who created
it. Suddenly anyone not bred by genetic
engineering was considered a threat to society.
The first wars came from
this and divided the peoples even further.
Jupiter could not be overthrown and it could not defeat the mongrels without
completely destroying the extremely small and fragile population of females,
which were still necessary for breeding purposes. So the mongrels were cast out of cities ruled by Jupiter and a
class system was slowly developed by Jupiter to control them
First all mongrels live in
Ceres, a poor and over populated city.
Second, all mongrels were dark, with various shades of brown to black
hair. The darker the coloring the less
likely they were to have ever been bio-engineered so the lower their class status. Lastly, all mongrels were weaker and
inferior to the Elites. They were
somewhat smaller and supposedly less intelligent.
All the Elites were fair
with various shades of blond hair color.
The lighter their coloring the higher their status. They lived in Midas, a thriving and
magnificent city. The lower class of
Elites whose coloring was not so light were called Lessor Elites. They lived in Midas also but in less opulent
quarters.
Zechs was an Elite of very
high standing. He was pale with long platinum
hair and light blue eyes. He was
considered an aristocratic Elite. He
was very tall without looking gawky and sleek with muscles. There was not an extra once of fat on
him. He was in perfect shape.
Jupiter looked over the
highest in Midas’s society. In his
early twenties Zech’s had shown great potential. Still he needed to be tested further. Jupiter realized that even with genes 99% perfect there were
still many weak human tendencies. Man
called them sins and the most difficult to destroy were the seven deadly ones;
greed, lust, envy, jealousy, hate, gluttony and pride.
Zechs sat in an expensive
leather couch staring at what could only be described as a Greek statue of a
very beautiful young man with long flowing hair. Anyone looking on would think he was talking to himself but the
one way conversation was deceptive Zechs could clearly hear Jupiter’s commands.
“You are still picking up
transmissions from the rebels,” Zechs asked.
He nodded his head a few times then continued.
“How many are involved.”
“At least two or three,” he
confirmed.
“Bring them in for
termination,” Zech said surprised that they were not to be terminated
immediately. “I will leave this very
day and fulfill your wishes.”
Zech got up and bowed to
Jupiter before he left. Jupiter would
have preferred to have them executed immediately but the AI wanted to make sure
that the rebels didn’t have vital information.
Information that could have only have been gotten from someone
else. That would mean there were others
it would have to eliminate.