Daddy’s Little Girl

Part One

 

The teenage girl walked silently through the hallway of her father’s workplace.  She had long ago quite fussing with the bangs of her dark hair, which always refused to cooperate.  So they hung, untamed in her face.  As rebellious as they were, however, they still uncovered the deepness of her blue eyes; so dark, they might be considered black in poor light.  She was a spitting image of her father, Heero Yuy, both in body and soul.  Her mother having died in childbirth, and her father always gone on this mission or that, left Allysandra alone.  But she wasn’t without a family.

The streets were her playground.  At the age of fourteen, she was adopted by a street gang of older boys, after proving to them that she would be no victim to their pranks, no matter how harmless they were.  She was, after all, her father’s daughter.  Never the hunted, always the hunter.

Oh, there were a string of girls that hung with the gang.  But their only reason for existence was a chance of sexual games with the boys.  They all knew better than to see her that way.  She was respected.  They all knew better than to force themselves onto her as they did the other girls.  She would take no part in their games.

She quickly became ‘second in command’ of their little gang.  She attached herself to their leader, who called himself ‘Zeus’.  So therefore, she became known as ‘Hera’.

Zeus, around five years older than her, would have any girl he wanted, willing or forced.  But Hera’s wishes were met with the utmost courtesy and respect.  Zeus was a patient man, and knew that he would have her eventually, in the not-too-distant future.  He was patient, but not that patient.  After all, he was a male: two heads, but only enough blood to run one of them at a time.

 

She stopped walking as she reached the door she was being led to.  She shifted her weight from one foot to the other as one of the two police escorts knocked on the office door.  The other held tightly to her arm.  She would have loved to turn and give him a piece of her mind for being so rough, but her hands were occupied, fiddling with the handcuffs that bound her wrists behind her back.

The door opened and she immediately stopped all fidgeting.  Standing as tall as her father, their eyes remained locked with each other as the officer informed Heero on what charges she had been arrested for.

The gang had been up to their usual mischief, which before had been ignored by the authorities.  Their innocent prank was blown out of proportion because some guy, in the wrong place at the wrong time, got injured.  It wasn’t serious, just a scrape here and a bruise there, but it was enough to get the attention of the police.  Allysandra and one other member were the only two arrested, having been ditched by the rest of them.

She was eighteen, now.  They could have prosecuted her, if they wanted to.  But they knew her father.  He would be punishment, enough.

Her father’s eyes never left hers as the officer finished his statements.

Heero simply nodded.

The second officer moved to remove the handcuffs, but stopped and stared, dumbfounded, as she threw the cuffs in his face, having picked the locks.  He stumbled to catch them as her father laid a firm hand on her shoulder and gently pulled her into the office.

Before the officers said another word, the door was shut in their faces.

Allysandra slumped into one of the two chairs facing her father’s desk.  She folded her arms across her chest and avoided any more eye contact with him.  But, knowing the inevitable, she looked up at her father as he leaned against the desk, facing her.

They remained this way for several moments, in silence.  For Heero Yuy never did need words to make himself understood.  And since his daughter was raised in his image, neither did she.  She understood his fury and he understood her despise, never a word or emotion shared between them.

He knew it would do no good to voice his anger, to yell at her like he’d heard other fathers do.  She knew it would do no good to argue with him, like a normal teenage girl would do with her father.  For neither of them, would it do any good, because they knew that the other one just wouldn’t listen.

After what seemed like an eternity for the both of them, her father spoke.  There was no emotion in his voice, but it was deeper than she thought it would be.  After all, she didn’t hear it that often.

“You’re being transferred to another school for the remainder of the year,” he said.  “On Monday, you’ll start at Kundera Academy.”

She remained silent and motionless, anticipating what was coming next.

“Afternoons and Saturdays will be spent at Preventer HQ in training.”

Of course, she said to herself.  For most, but not all, of the students at the Academy were also Preventers in training.

“And, since it’s apparent that I haven’t been spending as much time with you as I should, Sundays will be devoted to some ‘quality’ ‘Dad and daughter’ time.  Starting tomorrow, understood?”

She simply nodded.  It would be futile to disagree with him.  Heero Yuy would stick to his decision, no matter what.

“Now, do I need to have you escorted home?  Or can I trust you to be there when I get done here?”

“I’ll be there,” she said, in a mirrored tone of voice.

 

She went home, alright, but she took a detour.  She’d give those fuckers on ‘Olympus’ a piece of her mind for letting her be caught.  She started down the stairs into the old subway station.  The subway was no longer a mode of public transportation.  It had been abandoned lone before the war.

“Olympus...,” she scoffed.  “Should have been called ‘Hades’.”  It was only fitting, being an underground hideaway.  She shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket and stepped onto the dirty concrete floor of the station.

She walked along empty railways for several minutes before arriving at her destination.

She received a throng of  ‘Hey, Hera! You’re out!’ greetings from less important members of the gang as she passed them.  She didn’t even acknowledge their presence as she made way towards the one subway car that was reserved as Zeus’ ‘throne room’.  She stepped in and scoffed in disgust.  His throne room, in her absence, had become a harem.  It was quite disgusting, that girls of different ages would consent to something so uncivil.  She walked over to the stereo, stolen of course, which was playing some rather horrid, undistinguishable music and a very loud volume.  She reached behind the stereo and pulled the plug, bringing the bad music to a very abrupt end.

All eyes turned to her and Zeus finally acknowledged her presence, yelling a frustrating, “What the fuck did you do that for?!”

“Out,” she said simply, toward the horde of whores throwing themselves at Zeus, some naked, some half naked, some in the process of getting naked.  The coolness of her voice told them to obey.  They began gathering her clothes, but she had no time for this.

“I said, out!” she said again, grabbing the nearest girl by the back of the head and shoving her naked ass out of the car.  The others obeyed without any further action.

Zeus stood up from his pallet of throw pillows and fleece blankets and walked towards her as the last of the girls fell out of the car.  He stood a good foot taller than Hera.  His hair, much darker than hers, came down to the middle of his back and was kept well-groomed despite his street appearance.  His eyes were almost an ice blue.

“You’d better have a damned good reason for coming in here like this, Bitch.”

She closed the door behind the last of them, balled up one fist and threw punch right into Zeus’ gut, following with a punch from the other fist into his face.  He doubled over from the punch to the gut, then was thrown back from the punch to the face.

“You fuckers deserted me!” she yelled down to him.

“Look, Hera!” he yelled, attempting to regain his balance.  “Everybody knows when the cops show up, you run.  It’s every man for himself.”

“Eight guys against two goddamned cops.  You shoulda been able to take ‘em!” she yelled, preparing another punch.

He caught her by the wrist this time, then by the other as she prepared one with the other hand.  He held them tightly.

“That ain’t the way it works.  We don’t want no trouble from the law in this area.”

“Then why tease them with your ‘pranks’?”  She tried to pull away, to free her wrists from his grip.  She eventually found herself against the wall, pinned.

“Of all the years you’ve been with us, Allysandra, are you still so naive to the truth?”  There was a sudden change in his voice, and he called her by name.  She never told him her name.  “It’s surprising that your daddy hasn’t discovered it, yet.”

Fuck it all.  She’d been played.  For four fucking years, she’d been played.  She should have paid more attention.  She should have saw something, what with his courtesy in matters of sex, odd for a man who was always surrounded by women and never had one problem banging any of them.  Then he was always asking questions about her, always wanting to know about her.  How could she have been so blind?!

“The cops never ignored our ‘pranks’, they just arrived too late to catch us.  It kept them busy for quite some time to figure out what had happened, while our superiors were making other plans.  They say out of chaos comes order.  That’s exactly what our superiors intend to put to the test.”  He pressed even further against her.

“Let go,” she said.  Caught between him and the wall, she couldn’t move, or she would have forced him off of her.  She was stronger than she seemed, but she was no match for him.

“Oh, I’ll let go... when I’m done with you.  Then my superiors have something for you to take back to your daddy.”