The Violet Burning

[Shevey]

Disclaimer: I don?t own GW. And so you all
know, ?The Violet Burning? happens to also be a
name of a band. They or what they stand for has
nothing to do with this story.

Warning: Um, this is going to be very dark I
imagine?lemons throughout, rape, and if your absolutely
in love with Quatre, I wouldn?t recommend reading.
So with that said?






The Violet Burning

part one

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And dull it was. Soft music- loud expressions. The battlefield of politicians: the ballroom. The sky hung unusually high, clad with angels, clouds and Saints that don?t hear. I almost fell into a prayer but instead I held my head high and relied on the painkillers to kick in at any moment.

Heero had made his way to a table where Wufie and Sally were sitting. He hadn?t said much more in the car other than get out, and don?t drink too much. It was his usual farewell. I smiled at him, provoking a small one of his own before I gave him a peck on the cheek and a ?thanks for the ride?. He had become use to my actions and physical expressions of friendship, and though he was the master of a monotone output, inwardly I?m sure he didn?t mind. He was after all a friend.

?I thought I told you to wear light blue.? Every nerve stiffened as hot breath met my bare neck. A hard kiss met my shoulder and I almost screamed but the hand bruising my upper arm kept my mouth shut.

Quatre turned me around, gently with force so no one would notice and plastered on his usual smile. ?All the other wives are dressed in pale colors and your clad in black. What is it with you these days Miss Relena??

His grip tighten coaxing a small groan to escape my lips. He started to sway and I realized we were on the dance floor. The music was droning- I closed my eyes as he pulled me into sway. ?All the other wives are out making conversations while your standing alone. Being a political leader?s wife has responsibilities.? I felt sick. The saints painted on the walls didn?t help.

?I?m a political leader too. You have no right-?

?No. You?re just a face.? Abruptly he pulled back breaking the dance and started to clap with the rest of the room. The song was over.

At that moment an older man who owned a wealthy business that sold radiators handed Quatre and I a glass of wine, which, without fail provoked Quatre to fall into his act. ?Ah, Sir Corwin, how are you tonight??

?Ah, Quatre, as good as any old man can be.? He laughed, and at the instance I fell in love with him. ?And Miss Relena, you are looking more beautiful each day.? The short chubby man took my hand in his and kissed the surface. I realized then that Quatre had never kissed my hand before, and somehow that hurt.

I watched quietly as the two conversed. From the outside, Quatre looked like your average gentleman. Dressed in a black suit with a black necktie, his hair was neatly brushed to the side and he smell of sweet spice. Nowhere did he give an inch of the true horror inside. He was the perfect man. And I was the perfect wife.

?How is Mrs. Corwin.? I asked, jumping into the conversation to break the torment of my mindless thoughts.

?Pregnant I?m afraid.? He shook his head and took a long sip of his wine. ?Sixth one. Can you believe that??

Quatre laughed. ?Count yourself lucky. Relena refuses to have any.? No, you won?t let me have any. The old man patted my shoulder with a sympathetic smile. ?You?re a smart lady Relena. You?re young. You have plenty of time.?

?If you don?t mind Relena and I have to discuss something.?

?Of course not. Relena, I do expect a dance.?

I nodded. ?Of course.?

And with that Quatre whisked me away to the hallway behind the ballroom. He seemed outraged. I closed my eyes to keep myself from getting dizzy. He was showing all the signs he usually did before he would hit me.

Taking a look around, I noticed Heero still sitting at the table just in sight of the doorway. I prayed quickly for his attention, and to my surprise his eyes met mine. Quatre was rambling on about disobedience and responsibilities when Heero, too far to hear nodded and made his way through the crowd. Distracted by Heero?s slow arrival I didn?t notice when Quatre had gotten so close to me.

?Have you been eating?? He took my chin into his hand.

I blinked. ?What??

?You look fat. Perhaps it how you have your hair done. Have you been making yourself throw up after you eat??

I couldn?t believe what I was hearing. ?What? I-?

?Well start.? He looked wild. ?You have responsibilities Relena. You need to have the outward image of a wife.?

?Just because I am your wife-? I was muted by the sound of a slap. It took a moment to still my inward emotion before I realized it was I who was slapped.

?You are my wife. You will act like it for now on.? Before I could protest his lips were on mine hard. I felt raped. And it wasn?t the first time. Please God, no. His hand found my breast; his tongue seduced my own in force surrender. I felt disgusted. Repulsed. Quatre? pressed me hard against the wall. He tasted of wine.

?They have hotels you know.?

Heero.

Quatre pulled back, automatically smiling. ?With a wife as beautiful as mine, why wait??

Heero didn?t say anything. Hastily, I wiped away a few tears trying to ignore Heero?s eyes on me. ?Are you okay?? His monotone drone surprised me.

?She?ll be fine. Probably just surprised at my desire. Hey, thanks for giving my girl a ride.? Quatre snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to his frame. I couldn?t meet Heero?s eyes, and instead I focused on his necktie.

?No problem.? Heero murmured. He stepped closer to me, his look questioning. I wanted to tell him right there what I had been keeping inside for the last couple of months. I wanted to scream that I didn?t love my husband but instead, I stood numb against Quatre?s frame.

My stomach folded neatly as Heero reached out to touch the sting in my cheek. ?Your face is red.? His finger traced down to my jaw. I shut my eyes briefly savoring his touch.

?I must be getting hot flashes. I don?t feel well.? I wanted to cry.

?Hn.? He didn?t look convinced. ?Have you eaten??

?Oh she has.? Quatre answered for me. I felted starved but didn?t say anything. Quatre, still smiling, broke the scene. ?I should be taking you home sweetheart. I just have to use the restroom first. Enjoy the party Heero.?

?I will.? Heero pulled back, shoving his hands into his pockets. ?Goodnight Relena.?

?Goodnight.? Thank you.

Quatre basically threw me down the hall after Heero left. ?Get into the bathroom.?

I wasn?t going to give in. ?No.? Rebelling? No, call it reality on the rocks. It wasn?t until he ran a hand through his blonde locks before I felt my stomach knot up in fear. It wouldn?t be the first time he would hit me, nor the last.

But instead, he looked calm and retreated to what hurt more than any handprint. ?He doesn?t love you.? I slid down the wall and stared blankly at the floor. I lost. ?You know that right? He will never love you.?

He locked the door but I didn?t care. I didn?t care about anything. I felt numb as his lips took mine. I felt his finger trace the scar he left on my inner thigh before I felt his penetration. He pinned my arms back above my head- he was mad.

?Please, Quatre-? I started to scream as his want pushed in me but he held my mouth shut with his hands.

?You are my wife. Say you love me.?

I felt drugged. ?I love you.? The ache inside me raped my senses. This wasn?t right. The feel of him on me, in me, pushing against me made me want to vomit. This can?t be right. I gripped his shoulders harder with each push. He moaned against my neck as wave took me be surprise.

Abruptly, he pulled away. ?Get up. We?re leaving.?

I couldn?t meet his eyes but instead caught the glimpse of a broken girl in the mirror. Somewhere, I could imagine a saint crying for me.









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I'll be working on The violet burning and the
Arabic Radio. All musing I had of any stories
before are over. Tell me what you think so
far and by gosh, have a wonderful day.

-shev

[RyanEX2000]

Whoah....evil Quatre...................

I knew he was too goody goody to be true.

I'll be watching you.......

[ice princess]

What happened to Quatre??



I know this is fan FICTION...wow....QUATRE?!?!?!?!?!? Shev, I'm telling you, the story is really really good, but you've gotta let me in on where you got Quatre turning into this. I think some back story is called for, and would be really interesting, too. You've got quite an imagination, girl! The story is very well written, too, and the tension is palpable. I'm hooked, but yikes...



QUATRE?!?!?!?


~ice princess

[WhiteWindRRose]

my goodness that was wonderful!
no, wait... that didn't sound right--emm.. i mean
it was interesting

i love the idea
but it's quite shocking, really.
who would've thought!!

[AngelOfDeath]

Oh Relena.... so sad.

It was very beautifully presented. All the emotions are strong without being overwheming and it really tugs at the heartstrings. (Frankly it makes me wish for a sequel where everything turns out nicely.... but it stands alone so strongly I *almost* can't wish that.)

[Tremolo Violet]

.......(at loss of words)...shevey...who knew? Where did this come from? Your always so bright, so funny and witty....

But I like the change. It's great, in a twisted dark sort of way. CONTINUE!

[lilac310]

What?!...Quatre?...of all people..did that?...OMG!!!!....hehehe...anyways, like I've said b4, Keep it goin'....i like ur plot!!!!

[Kanya Barton]

GAH! Quatre? I'm tearing up this is so sad...why the bad streak Quatre?? Well, I guess I'll have to go read the rest. Seeee ya!
Peace out!

[Nikouru]

Eek! What happened to Quatre?! What an interesting way to portray him... with a dark side! :evil: Poor Relena! I hope Heero can help her! 1xR forever!

[Helios]

what happened to Quatre?!?! You've written this so well, it seemed as though that really WAS Quatre's attitude!! but still... it was kinda creepy....