(Slave to your Love) Scars of Love [Part I]

[Leia Avenrose]

Disclaimer: I don?t own anything, just the little story line. But that isn?t much, now is it.
Dedication: To whoever likes this story and the twists I?ve managed sneak in.

[Special Note: This is, as it reads NC-17/XXX, one of those fics, but also this fic is a little mini-series with lots of chapters. However, it might not have as much sex as you had expected. It is a fic with sex and a lot of other twists that might knock your knickers off once you read the later chapters and then the ending, which will destroy your mind. Hopefully this fic will be allowed to be in the contest. P.S. This story isn?t what you?re thinking it might be? *hints*]



Scars of Love
By: Lynzi Knight
Rating: Nc-17 / XXX
Part I: Crimson Blades



The house was still, all silent, excluding the crackling and popping of the fire roaring soundlessly in the fireplace, and the ice cracking on the roof. The fish tank in the corner of the large living room hummed in secluded silence. A small fluff-ball of bright orange scurried across the doorway leading to the front main hallway. Glowing eyes gleamed in the moonlight shining through the open drapes before disappearing into the darkness covering the rest of the spaciously built house. A slenderly built figure, belonging to a woman stood outlined in the glow of the fire and the moonlight, stared at its own reflection in the long mirror that covered the length of the wall above the fireplace between the two gilded vases built into the wall.

A log popped loudly, echoing quietly in the room. The bright orange flames cast eerie shadows along the walls and pictures hanging off their nails besides the doorway. A pair of blue eyes turned to a dark blue in the glow of the fire. An image flashed within the mirror. The woman never flinched, only continued to stare with fierce determination. The image of a woman, her shirt ripped open, hanging off her back and arms appeared, her pants missing. Tears made jagged, shiny streaks down her flushed cheeks. Her head was thrown back to the mirror. A loud cry of pain and fear filled the room, her head, imprinting itself into her mind.

Something warm and wet trickled down her cheeks. The woman in the mirror was roughly grabbed by a pair of large hands, lifted and then thrown hard against a brick wall. A hand swiftly rushed forward, connecting with her cheek. Her head flew to the side, her long blonde hair flying close behind. Another large hand grabbed her hair, yanking her face back around. She continued to sob wildly, the words ?No! Don?t do it, please don?t! Help! Someone!? echoed in the large room. The pretty mouth coated with blood continued to move, the cuts on her lips stretching painfully whenever she formed her words.

Her head was smacked to the right, then to the left before another hand grabbed her arm, spun her around and bent her down, forward. The hand then moved from her arm to her shoulder, forcing her down farther towards the ground. Her ass was up in the air as she clutched desperately at the wall, trying to claw her way back up. She shook her head, crying out in panic, fear:

?Don?t, please, you don?t understand! You?ll ruin me, my reputation. Understand. Please!?

?I don?t need to. Just shut the fuck up!? His words were clear, strong, but slurred. He threw a fisted hand at the back of her head.

He moved towards her then, entering her forcefully from behind. His knuckles turned white as he grasped her shoulder tightly, his fingers biting down into her skin. More bruises, nothing new to add to the vast collection. He thrust into her hard, fast, ripping through her, and hurting her deeply. She cried out, screaming for help, only to have her inutile cries muffled as her face was shoved into her hands on the wall. His free hand grasped her left hip, pushing her down onto him, making it all more painful.

Her head was thrown back savagely. She howled her pain. Just as he moved his hand from her hip and slapped her bare ass hard, leaving a crimson imprint, the image vanished, replaced by the face of the lone woman standing there staring at herself in the mirror.

Tears clouded her vision, zigzagging down her cheeks quickly. Her hands were clenched into tight fists at her sides, trembling in anger. A sob suddenly pierced the air, followed by an angry cry of frustration and glass shattering.


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The silver door slid open, revealing a tall man dressed in a nicely tailored suit. A pair of thin silver glasses sat perched on his sharp nose. He strode into the room, eyes cold and emotionless. They stared straight a head, at nothing in particular either. The eyes were a dark blue, almost black when he lowered his head for a moment to gather his thoughts. They showed nothing for whoever was working in the room. The secretaries all glanced up at who had entered, their eyes taking him in with a delicious look. Some even wet their lips in hunger, their eyes roaming up and down his body.

He was their chocolate and they were craving.

A natural redhead with soft jade eyes hurried forward, folders and papers in hand. She nodded at him, holding out three sheets of paper stapled together. ?For you, Mr. Yuy,? the head secretary murmured softly, keeping her head down. ?She had them named especially for you.?

Heero Yuy glanced at the girl from the corner of his eye, then looked down at the papers in her hand. He snatched them up roughly, growling, ?Where is she??

Tia McGraffer swallowed back a squeak, backing up a step. Sure the guy was handsome and drop-dead sexy, but he had one hell of a deadly temper. ?In her office. She?s been here all morning after the incident.? She rushed off to her desk, burying herself in her work.

Heero looked about the room, then snarled at the woman slowly undressing him in their mind. They all went back to their work, knowing how cruel this man really was. He began to make his way for the main office with her name engraved in the golden gilded place glued to her door. He didn?t bother with knocking, just burst right in. With the papers folded in his hand, he stopped dead in his tracks as some man he didn?t recognize, was bent forward over the desk, his lips to her cheek.

Heero cleared his throat. It sounded like an untamed growl, as it echoed in the room. ?Am I interrupting anything here?? He kept his deadly glare on the man rising from the desk to fix his jacket and tie.

Relena Peacecraft kept her glower in check, making sure she kept her hand from sight. She picked up a pan, twirled it around and smiled sweetly at the man in the doorway. Heero closed the door, stepping farther into the room. ?Heero, I wasn?t expecting you till later on this afternoon.? Her turtleneck crept lower, the deep purple bruise showing itself. She paid it no heed. ?What brings you here??

He opened his mouth, but the other man cleared his throat, butting right in. ?I believe I should be getting back to the company. They may be needing me now.? He stared at Heero, anger gleaming in his violet hued eyes. He then threw an apologetic smile to Relena, waved his fingers, and made his way for the door. He brushed shoulders with the impassive man. He glanced out at him from the corner of his eye.

?Don?t let the door hit your ass on the way out,? the emotionless man bit out under his breath, shoving past him. The violet-eyed man left the room, pausing to shoot the middle finger at Heero?s back. Heero continued to stare at Relena, as he reached behind and lifted the back of his jacket to reveal his gun. The man then left muttering out loud.

Relena twirled the pen a few more times between her fingers before putting it down. ?What do you want?? She leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs beneath the desk.

Heero regarded her with silent, cold eyes. He held out the papers, his eyes never leaving her face. ?What is this all about?? He shot a fleeting glance at the bruise. ?And that??

Relena slowly brought a hand up and covered the mark with the thick fabric of her sweater. ?I don?t know what you?re talking about, Heero. Anyway, why exactly are you here?? She regained her composure, staring into her eyes with a defiant glare.

?Tia mentioned something about an ?incident?. Do you happen to know what that is all about??

Relena shrugged his words off, acting all cold now. Her voice was like ice. ?What I do in and with my life in no concern of yours.?

?That?s fine by me, but you will explain your bruises??he paused, glancing down at her hidden hand??and that.?

She swallowed. He always had a way of finding everything out. Somehow. She shook her head, holding her chin up in the air. ?It?s nothing to worry about.?

Heero?s eyes bore into her, digging deep into her mind. She never fidgeted, never moved, just held his stare. She had learned how to do that over the years. ?Bullshit.?

Relena blinked, surprised. ?Excuse me?? She stood up slowly, a look of astonishment flashing in her blue eyes.

?I said, bullshit,? he repeated, his tone of voice never changing.

?Get out, Heero. I don?t have time to argue with you.? She extended an arm, her finger outstretched towards the door.

?I?m not going anywhere, Relena.? He walked up to her desk, threw down the papers and stared at her. ?It says here that I?m to be with you at all times. Ever since last night?s ?incident?, I?ve been assigned by Colonel Une and Zechs to guard you wherever you go.?

Relena stared down at the papers. Impossible! Lady Une?s signature was scribbled along the front of the first page, followed by a concise report of the assignment. She reached down, dragging the papers towards her. She flipped the booklet open, skimming along the regulations of protocol. She shook her head. Why was this happening to her? She could feel his eyes probing her mind. What was he planning this time?

?It?s bad enough he?s already hurt me,? she whispered under her breath. She looked up, smiled for a second and then closed the little booklet. ?So when and how did she hear about this?? She sat down, letting out a deep breath, and pinched the bridge of her nose tightly.

Heero glanced about the room, looking in every corner, then over at the mirror on the side of the room. ?What did you mean by that??

?Hmm?? Relena watched him closely. She shook her head. ?Oh, don?t worry about it, I didn?t mean anything by it. And besides, it isn?t important.? She felt the familiar pain throb in her bandaged hand. She stood and walked around the desk, heading for the door, remembering then to keep her hand out of sight. ?It was great, Heero, it really was, but now??

Heero immediately grabbed her by the arm without thinking, spun her around to face him and scowled, ?You don?t expect me to believe what you?re saying, do you?? He saw the fear in her eyes, saw her face contort into a mask of terror. She flinched away, bringing up both hands to shield her face.

?Don?t?? came her weak protest.

Automatically he released her. Her arms held their position, but she stumbled back. All her pain was returning, all the memories flooding into her mind. She thought she was through with all that?. Her turtleneck folded down again, revealing the angry purple bruise that reached down past her collarbone. Anger flowed through his veins. Who in the hell would do this to her? Why was she so afraid of him? She never had that problem in the past?.

?What really happened, Relena?? He tore his eyes from the blemish on her body. ?Who did this??

Relena swallowed past the lump of tears, cleared her throat and let her hands fall to her sides. Holding her dressed hand up to him, she lifted her watery eyes to his and murmured, ?I cut my hand when I was washing the dishes. One of the glasses broke in the water when I-I put the bowls in.? She swallowed again, letting her story drift into silence. She didn?t trust the tremble in her voice.

Heero must?ve shown that he had noticed the tremble, because his brow twitched slightly. Did she think he was going to hit her? ?And the bruises??

She absently brought a hand to her bark neck, flinched and shrugged as if it were nothing. ?I fell down onto the couch when I was playing with Souppy. I had missed and hit the edge of that table in the sitting room.?

Heero lifted an eyebrow at her words. After watching her face for so long, he grabbed her by the forearm and brought her injured hand up for closer examination. ?You?re lying.? He let her hand fall to her side. She winced, biting down hard on her lip, as it hit her leg.

Relena peered up at him with scared eyes. ?Why would I lie?? Her voice was small, childlike. Heero brushed past her, heading for the door, a grim look in his eyes. Once at the door, holding it open, he turned to look at the woman who had tried to save him countless times.

?Why don?t you ask the one you?re seeing?? He slammed the door behind him.

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Standing in the large bathroom, the woman stared at her naked reflections in the three full-length mirrors. Twisting to the side a bit, she spotted the fading orange, brown bruises that decorated the side of her buttocks. From three different angles, she saw the bruises that tainted her bare flesh. What did it all mean? Was this the life she was destined to live for the rest of her life? Lifting her chin, she saw the fresh dark purple bruise that went from the middle of her neck to the end just below her collarbone on her chest.

She remembered how his violet eyes had flashed with dangerous anger. She remembered how strong he had been, how much his punches had hurt. Why didn?t she run from it? Why couldn?t she do it?tell anyone? What was stopping her? Their laughter and false sympathy, that?s what stopped her. Relena felt the depression and dread sink in again. Looking at the bruises dotted along her stomach and breasts, she folded her arms, one across her abdomen and the other across her breasts, and she tried to hide her punishment from any wandering eyes.

Her chin trembled, just as tears blotted her vision, making everything shiny, blurry. She doubled over, a cry of pain sliding past her lips. She brought a hand to her mouth to muffle her ache from being heard. Who?d want to hear about it anyway? No one would listen. Her pain then turned into anger, and in result she moved from the mirrors and kicked the tiled wall. Pain shot stars to her eyes and it made her cry even harder. She sank to the floor then, hugging herself. She began to rock her body back and forth, considering she found no comfort within the gentle movements.

Sobbing louder behind her hand, she shook her head, not for once paying any attention to her sub-conscious.

Someone knocked lightly at the locked door. Relena quieted her anguish, cleared her throat and wiped at her mascara-smeared eyes. ?Yes?? She swallowed, slowly standing, despite the pain that throbbed horribly throughout her body. He had said that she was to go to no one about her injuries, not even a doctor.

?Miss Relena, there?s a man here to see you. Will you be long?? It was Pagan.

?No. Send him away, Pagan. I don?t want to see anyone tonight. Understand??

?Yes, Miss.? The old butler began to leave, paused and returned to the door. ?Miss Relena, will you be down for dinner tonight??

?Yes. Don?t worry. Just let me f-freshen up.?

?Yes.? He moved away.

Walking over to the sparkling, clean alabaster white porcelain sink, the woman who hurt so much stared at her face in the mirror on the wall. She saw how the tons and tons of cover-up was all messed up from her tears. Turning on the taps to warm, Relena scooped water into her hand, bent forward, ignoring the pain that sang, and splashed her face. Dragged her hand with water down her face, she felt around for the towel hanging on the little hook on the wall. She dabbed at her face. When she took the towel away, she found a complete stranger staring back at her, not even the eyes looked like they belonged.

Lifting a hand to her face, she gingerly ran her fingers along the broken surface of her lips, then moved up her nose to ride her fingertips across her cheeks. She turned her head, looking at the fading yellow and pink bruise that adorned her left cheek and jaw. Relena licked her lips, tasty the saltiness of the blood dried and coating her wounds. Stepping back from the mirror, she absently played a hand along the flat surface of her stomach.

?What am I going to do? How am I going to run?? Relena bit her lip, the tears stinging her eyes. ?How did Heero manage to run all the time??

Someone knocked on the door again. She jumped, completely startled. ?Yes??

?Lee, are you all right?? It was Miliardo, her big brother. She could tell him, but what would his reaction be? And besides, it was too embarrassing?.

?Oh, Miliardo. Yes, I?m just freshening up for bed.? She glanced around the bathroom, then spotted the silver tip of the knife wrapped in a towel on the toilet sear. ?I think I?m coming down with something, so I?m going to rest early tonight.? She began to make her way for the knife.

?Do you have the flu? Noin is also coming down with something and so is Winter.? He paused, looking at the door, then down to the knob. He reached for it, turned it. He found it locked. ?Do you mind if I come in??

Panic seized Relena. She shook her head frantically, her hand grasping the handle of the knife tightly. ?No! I?m in the bath, relaxing.? She walked over to the tub, grabbed her black bathrobe off the floor and slipped into it.

?Relena, I have to talk to you.? He sounded serious, worried. ?I talked to Lady Une, and she said that she had talked with Heero. Can we discuss what had happened earlier??

The former Queen of the world, now just a well-known pacifist and a princess of her kingdom, stepped into the tub and sat down. Her long legs stretched out in front of her. Relena looked at her big toe, the one she had hurt when she had kicked the wall. The nail was bleeding. She didn?t care, she had other, more important matters to take care of. ?We can talk through the door, brother. Continue talking, tell me what our Heero had to say.?

She pulled the arm of her robe back, then dragged the top of the knife along the length of her forearm. She applied more and more pressure every time. A thin line of blood suddenly appeared, the droplets, as she tilted her arm sideways, falling down onto her thighs, the robe and the side of the tub. She grimaced in pain, nearly letting out a sob as she dug the knife deeper, right into the tendons and muscles. The blood flowed without a problem now.

?Relena, are you all right? Relena?? Miliardo jiggled the door handle, pushing up against the locked door. Nothing. He had heard her muffle a cry, but what was wrong? ?If you don?t open this door, Relena, I?ll??

?I?ll never l-let him have me again!? Relena cried out. She wept loudly, scratching the knife along the edge of the tub. The porcelain came off in little thin shriveled stripes. ?He?ll never do it anymore. No more. It?ll all go away, all away,? she sang softly. She put the knife to her stomach. ?Goodbye. I love you, Miliardo. Say that to everyone I love, you know who they are.?

Relena then savagely stabbed the knife into her abdomen, tried to catch her breath as it left her lungs, and stabbed three more times. Tears fell down her cheeks, her sobs breathless and uncontrollable. She leaned back, pulled the knife from her stomach. Blood frothed from her mouth. She then cut her arm up again, and stabbed at her chest. Feeling the life drain slowly, she pulled the knife out of her chest and held her arms over the sides of the tub. Falling back against the tub, her eyes took one last look at the ceiling before her head rolled to the side.

More blood trickled from her mouth and pooled around her. The blood-red knife clattered, as it hit the ground, droplets of crimson hitting the outer walls of the tub.


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