authors note: Woohoo! My first Pilot Candidate story. (I’m calling it Pilot Candidate because I don’t want to type out the whole Japanese name...) It’s going to be short, just a weird lil’ thing (like my first Slayers fic).
Disclaimer: I don’t own Pilot Candidate, but..god, I wish I owned Hiead..mm...got Hiead? Oh..wait..disturbing...never mind.
Warnings: . Probably a bit of cursing. (No, Zero won’t be cussing like a sailor, but I swear, sometimes he comes close to it in the English dub! “Damn it!” (..mm..Hiead..er...) . Also, it’s sort of short.
Additional Warning: Hiead playing games. Fun yaoi games, sort of like the first yaoi stories I read, where it’s sort of a dominant-game-chock-full-of-fun. Yeah, that’s it. Don’t like? Don’t read. Not really yaoi though...Um...kind of odd, Hiead is being reaaaaaally cruel-y type to get his revenge.
Summary: Hiead gets his revenge on Zero for pulling his pants down. (not that I didn’t mind.......damn, I need to see that episode again.)
Rant About CfG: Damn, Hiead is cool. I have to tape next Saturday’s eppie because there’s Hiead galore! (I swear, he’s only had a few lines these past 2 episodes! Why?! WHY?!) ..does anyone else think (cough..er..bondage) when they see the Candidate outfits? No, really! I mean, the empty space at the thighs...the leather-y look...er, wait, never mind, on to the story....*sigh* Ikhny doesn’t know what she’s got...I’d give ANYTHING to be Hiead’s Repairer! ANYTHING! (please, sir, push me ‘gainst the wall, s’more!)
Revenge
Zero, the headstrong, silly Candidate #88, walked innocently down a cool, white-walled hallway, whistling absently to himself as he made his way back to Study Hall. It didn’t take too long to actually *get* to Study Hall, but today Zero, for no reason other than he felt like keeping his Instructor waiting a bit longer. “I bet the old guy’s getting pre-tt-y mad...heh, probably steaming out of his ears already!” His lips curled into a familiar smile, imagining Azuma’s face twitching in annoyance as--
“Don’t you have anything better to do?”
Zero spun around upon hearing that cold voice directed at him, to his not-so-surprise, there stood Hiead, arms folded against his chest, the folds of his complimenting Candidate outfit briefly rubbing against them.
“You again!? What are you doing here?”
To this Hiead gave no response, but instead calmly walked ever closer to Zero, his masculine legs ever-so-gently brushing against the soft, but clinging fabric of his shorts.
“Hey! Answer me!”
“You want an answer, do you, Zero?”
“Yes. I. Want. An. Answer. And. I. Want. It. Now.”
“And what if I don’t give it to you?”
Zero clenched his hand into a tight ball, “Then I’ll, I’ll...I’ll kick your ass!”
Hiead placed one hand on his hip, “Oh, is that a threat? Why I do believe that I’ll have to...” With one swift kick, Hiead sent Zero to the cold marble-like floor of GOA. As Zero attempted to rise with a quick push of his arms, Hiead placed his foot on Zero’s chest, pushing the short-tempered Candidate back to the floor in a rush of oomphs and oofs.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Hiead!? God damn it, let me up!” Hiead dug his foot deep into Zero’s chest, with the force that could’ve broken a rib, if Hiead hadn’t only had the will to bruise one,
“Oh, you want--” He kicked Zero in the stomach, almost knocking the wind out of him, “--UP, do you? Hmm, Zero?”
Zero narrowed his eyes, teeth grinding against each other as he thought of all the ways he could harm Hiead, ‘Oh, I’ll rip his heart out! I’ll throw him into space! I’ll shave him bald! I’ll chuck METAL PIECES at the bastard!’
Hiead smiled, his lips softly curling into an evil smile, ‘Oh..and now for my grand finish, my finale, my perfect revenge...’ He lifted his foot off the struggling boy’s chest, giving Zero enough time to pop up and lunge at him with a fury that *should’ve* been accompanied by Zero’s EX ability, but for a reason that was beyond Hiead’s understanding, it wasn’t there “along side” him. Hiead harshly grabbed Zero’s outstretched wrist, twisting it strongly until he pushed Zero against one of the walls, pinning him there with both of smooth hands. He watched as Zero squirmed and spat endless words at him, the playful amusing smile still upon his lips. But no, Hiead wanted Zero to be humiliated as well as in pain, humiliation would be so much more satisfying.
Hiead, still silent and smiling, leaned in closer to Zero’s face, “In pain, Zero? Do you like to be in pain?”
“What are you CRAZY? Of course I don’t like pain!”
“Oh, no? But do you like...” He brushed his slightly pale lips against Zero’s noticably tanned ones, relishing the look of slight fear in Zero’s eyes--that is, before he closed them. ‘I always knew that my rival was different, oh, but this different? I love the thought. His little fantasies I can turn into a delightfully horrible humiliating moment.’ Hiead dug his nails into Zero’s wrist, a muffled cry of pain coming from his lips, “Pain, Zero, pain is the foundation on which we are built on.”
A smothered word, barely audiable, came from Zero, “We?”
“Hmm, yes, we. We...do you know what sort of words ‘we’ is included in?”
Zero was about to casually answer, but a spark in his mind reminded him where he was, and what the hell just happened, “What a minute! Hiead, what the hell are you doing?!” He pushed against Hiead’s arm, catching a moment when he seemed to be off guard, and sprinted to the other end of the hallway, “You, you kissed me!”
“Did I, Zero? Or did you; kiss me?”
“WHAT? I wouldn’t kiss you, my rival, my enemy, you-you!”
“Come off it, Zero, you like to kiss me, don’t you? You love it, you need it, you crave it.”
“I do not! I don’t need anything from you, especially not some disgusting kisses!” Zero began walking to his original destination, Study Hall, walking backward to keep an eye on Hiead. Of course, what he didn’t notice was the Study Hall door opening behind him, Kizna, followed by the Instructor, silently walking out. “AND FOR THAT MATTER, I DIDN’T LIKE KISSING YOU!” Zero slowly turned around when he heard the stifled giggles, and froze on the spot. “G-guys! Instructor! Well, wadd’ya know...fancy meeting you here!”
Kizna grabbed Zero’s arm, barely holding in her own laughter, “Come on, Zero, we’re going to g-gooho.” Zero narrowed his eyes, attempting to get a last look at Hiead before Kizna forced him into the door, but giving up when Azuma shoved him inside.
Hiead would’ve laughed, but the laugh he aimed for was too close to a psychotic chuckle and too far away from a smirk, so he merely flashed his eyes toward the Study Hall, still hearing Zero attempting to burst out of the door. ‘To have his revenge, I suppose.’
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