A Transient Smile
By: Madoka! Pairings: WufeiXDuo Warnings: Sexual Content, yaoi, (slash for those slow people,) based on a song, "WonderBoy" by Tenacious D, (very, very loosely based,) ummmmmmm boredom ficcie. Madoka wanted to write a porn and rate it "G" and post it on Fanfiction.net and wreak some havoc, but then She didn't, cause that's not nice. And Madoka has been trying really REALLY hard to be nice recently. (It's not working.) HEY, A FOX JUST RAN THROUGH MADOKA'S YARD!!!!!!! Ahem. Dedicaition: Erm......for......god....for Dan. There we go. This is for Madoka's buddy Dan. :D Whoa, Madoka don;t usually do those annoying smilie bitch things. Oh well. Author's Notes: Erm.....thanks to those who commented on Gokou's Cult Adventure. Specail thanks to those who commented nicely. Madoka was really, REALLY high off antidepressants when She wrote that, cause Her mediciation fucks Her up, but...oh well! Being molested would fuck you up, too! Someimtes, Madoka eats corn. Erm....this ficcie dosn't really take place during any real event in the series, except maybe that episode, where Duo was captured.....you know? And the OZies beat him up? And then Heero saved him? Okay? Recall all of that, UNTIL the point that Heero came. Okay? (wichever one it was,) Okay, here you go. Read and enjoy!
It had been so long now, that all of it had mixed together- being caught, being brought here, the dreary, strange, half-awake images had run together into a blur, and it was impossible to hang onto any of it now but the pain.
The pain stayed with him, sleeping or awake, living or dead, wherever he was. He lay on his side, his teeth gritted always, hanging on to his awareness by a thread. Driven by nothing but basic instincts, living off nothing but sheer stubborness to survive. He was terrified to close his eyes, even for a second, for the fear that he wouldn't wake up. Even though by now it would be welcome, be a release, even though it would mean an end to the pain and the fear, something kept Duo pinned there, kept him wirthing on the rusting blade. He knew now what a welcome tradgedy death would be, prayed for it, even now, but he was terrified to close his eyes and let it come.
And so passed Duo into his fourty-fifth hour of death. Quietly. Without the strength to scream and curse his captors with his shallow ragged breaths. Duo lay quietly on the floor of his cell, bound like a sacrifice to the narrow cot. The sores and cuts and bruises festered, as they had been doing all along. If he'd had the strength to cry, he would have, would have screamed for help. Wold have told them everything he knew, just so the pain would end. Believe me, nothing brings out the zest for life in someone like the thoughts of their impending doom.
But who finally came into the cell to end it was not an OZ soldier at all. Duo knew that much. Their footsteps were light and quick, hurried and secretive. Duo knew who it was in the back of his mind and moved his head sluggishly as the cell door swung open, gasping out loud against the sudden outburst of pain. He almost didn't care anymore, for there in exhausted, panting glory, sliding his sword back into it's sheath, stood Wufei. Duo tried to smile, a smile he knew ended up in a smirk with unmasked pain, and shut his eyes again. Wufei stood just inside the cell, gaping at him.
"Shit." He said at last.
Duo coughed, and rasped, "Yeah. Could you get me out of here?" He heard more footsteps as Wufei hurried to obey, and sighed as he felt his hads come free from the metal that affixed the cot to the wall. He groaned and moved his hands into his lap, enjoying the spears of pain that jabbed at the inside of his arm. He glanced up again, into Wufei's eyes as the other pilot peered at him inquiringly.
"You can't walk, can you?"
"I doubt it."
"Can you hang on to me?"
"Probably." Duo reached up, like a baby, and Wufei scooped him into his arms. Feeling safe at last, Duo leaned his head against Wufei's collarbone, sharp and prominent through his shirt. There was a moment of them standing still that wasy, a moment Duo treasured because he hadn't felt safe this way since he was very small, while Wufei readjusted his weight in his arms.
The way back was empty and quiet, because Wufei had eliminated everyone in a clear path from the parking garage to the cell, and no one had come to invesitgate yet. Duo never knew any of it. He was leaning against Wufei, all of him, his hands and feet limp, almost relishing the dull ache all over his body. No one had told him everything would be okay, and Wufei wasn't the type to make hasty promises. But Duo wasn't concious enough to care by now.
At long last, Duo felt safe enough to close his eyes.
********
"Where are we going anyway?"
Wufei jumped, and glanced quickly down, into his lap. Duo was sprawled across the seat, his violet eyes half lidded, gazing up at him with a bemused expression of weary trust. The small truck turned quickly on the dirt road, leaving a tail of airborne dust, as Wufei steered onto a small side road, nearly hidden in the tall grass. For hours he had been driving in the near silence of Duo's shallow breathing, wondering if he would arrive at his destinaition with a dead pilot or a live one. Duo didn't have the strength to say anything more, just peered up at Wufei with glazed eyes, like he was seeking secret things under Wufei's skin, traveling along with the blood and DNA.
"Someplace safe." Wufei said at last. "You can sleep now, Duo, it's gonna be okay."
"Always had this fear of going to sleep, ya know?" Duo coughed, trying to silence it, and Wufei winced as he saw a spattering of blood appear on Duo's chin. "Always wondered if I would wake up in the morning." he wriggled his hands and feet, moving the tips of his fingers feebly. "It dosn't look like it this time, does it?"
"You'll be okay. There's people that can help you here."
Duo smiled warily, and shut his eyes again. "I've survived worse."
The truck screeched to a stop, and Wufei frowned down at the unoncious pilot, unsure of how to move him. At last, he leaned down and scooped the pilot up into his arms, awkwardly, so that Duo hung in his arms like a strange hunting quarry. He held him uncertainly, standing beside the dented pickup, as a shout went up and most of the inhabitants of the small village raced torwards him. Mostly children, it seemed, they gathered around the pickup, Wufei, and the spectacle of the long-limbed, limp creature Wufei was cradling in his arms.
"Bring her in here!" An old woman, more frail then the children, shouted. She fought her way through the crowd and gestured to Wufei for him to follow her. Wufei didn't bother to correct her about Duo's gender. It hardly seemed the time. He fought his way through the forest of dark heads and pale shoulders, following the old woman that could have been his grandmother, if it had been time for comparison. Ignoring the crowds that had gathered around the door, jabbering in manderin, the old woman poured water down Duo's throat, and covered the younger pilot with a thick blanket while Wufei stood, a senseless shadow, just inside the door. Blood was washed away, wounds sewn shut, the pilot murmered sleepily in english all silenced by a motherly hum. The small body leaning over the bed blocked Duo from his vision, but he could hear his shirt sliding off and a moment later it slid to the floor. Wufei saw
"He should be more comfortable now." The old woman murmered, leaning over the unoncious form. "You'll have to stay in Lao La, Wufei, until he gets strong enough for you to move him."
"Of course." Wufei said uncomfortably. "Nai Nai," He added, as she turned to leave. "How long?"
"Worry about that once you know he will surivive." The old mother said in a lilting voice as she slipped past him and out the door. "His injuries are very serious. This one would not be suprised if he died sometime during the night."
"Thanks." Wufei murmered, after she had gone, after her limping shape out in the sun. He turned his focus on Duo then, or tried to. It was still so quiet, far removed from the hubub outside of the crash of the ocean and the slap of bare feet on dirt. A lone, loose chicken wandered in the front and pecked softly at the floor. Wufei didn't notice any of it. His ears were filled with the sound of other people's breathing. He was holding a bit of silk ribbon from the end of Duo's braid, because he was scared to touch him and wake him up. He sat in the corner away from the stray hen and waited, running his fingers over the ribbon where it was frayed on the ends. How fine the silk. How fine and loose and free.
By: Madoka! Pairings: WufeiXDuo Warnings: Sexual Content, yaoi, (slash for those slow people,) based on a song, "WonderBoy" by Tenacious D, (very, very loosely based,) ummmmmmm boredom ficcie. Madoka wanted to write a porn and rate it "G" and post it on Fanfiction.net and wreak some havoc, but then She didn't, cause that's not nice. And Madoka has been trying really REALLY hard to be nice recently. (It's not working.) HEY, A FOX JUST RAN THROUGH MADOKA'S YARD!!!!!!! Ahem. Dedicaition: Erm......for......god....for Dan. There we go. This is for Madoka's buddy Dan. :D Whoa, Madoka don;t usually do those annoying smilie bitch things. Oh well. Author's Notes: Erm.....thanks to those who commented on Gokou's Cult Adventure. Specail thanks to those who commented nicely. Madoka was really, REALLY high off antidepressants when She wrote that, cause Her mediciation fucks Her up, but...oh well! Being molested would fuck you up, too! Someimtes, Madoka eats corn. Erm....this ficcie dosn't really take place during any real event in the series, except maybe that episode, where Duo was captured.....you know? And the OZies beat him up? And then Heero saved him? Okay? Recall all of that, UNTIL the point that Heero came. Okay? (wichever one it was,) Okay, here you go. Read and enjoy!
It had been so long now, that all of it had mixed together- being caught, being brought here, the dreary, strange, half-awake images had run together into a blur, and it was impossible to hang onto any of it now but the pain.
The pain stayed with him, sleeping or awake, living or dead, wherever he was. He lay on his side, his teeth gritted always, hanging on to his awareness by a thread. Driven by nothing but basic instincts, living off nothing but sheer stubborness to survive. He was terrified to close his eyes, even for a second, for the fear that he wouldn't wake up. Even though by now it would be welcome, be a release, even though it would mean an end to the pain and the fear, something kept Duo pinned there, kept him wirthing on the rusting blade. He knew now what a welcome tradgedy death would be, prayed for it, even now, but he was terrified to close his eyes and let it come.
And so passed Duo into his fourty-fifth hour of death. Quietly. Without the strength to scream and curse his captors with his shallow ragged breaths. Duo lay quietly on the floor of his cell, bound like a sacrifice to the narrow cot. The sores and cuts and bruises festered, as they had been doing all along. If he'd had the strength to cry, he would have, would have screamed for help. Wold have told them everything he knew, just so the pain would end. Believe me, nothing brings out the zest for life in someone like the thoughts of their impending doom.
But who finally came into the cell to end it was not an OZ soldier at all. Duo knew that much. Their footsteps were light and quick, hurried and secretive. Duo knew who it was in the back of his mind and moved his head sluggishly as the cell door swung open, gasping out loud against the sudden outburst of pain. He almost didn't care anymore, for there in exhausted, panting glory, sliding his sword back into it's sheath, stood Wufei. Duo tried to smile, a smile he knew ended up in a smirk with unmasked pain, and shut his eyes again. Wufei stood just inside the cell, gaping at him.
"Shit." He said at last.
Duo coughed, and rasped, "Yeah. Could you get me out of here?" He heard more footsteps as Wufei hurried to obey, and sighed as he felt his hads come free from the metal that affixed the cot to the wall. He groaned and moved his hands into his lap, enjoying the spears of pain that jabbed at the inside of his arm. He glanced up again, into Wufei's eyes as the other pilot peered at him inquiringly.
"You can't walk, can you?"
"I doubt it."
"Can you hang on to me?"
"Probably." Duo reached up, like a baby, and Wufei scooped him into his arms. Feeling safe at last, Duo leaned his head against Wufei's collarbone, sharp and prominent through his shirt. There was a moment of them standing still that wasy, a moment Duo treasured because he hadn't felt safe this way since he was very small, while Wufei readjusted his weight in his arms.
The way back was empty and quiet, because Wufei had eliminated everyone in a clear path from the parking garage to the cell, and no one had come to invesitgate yet. Duo never knew any of it. He was leaning against Wufei, all of him, his hands and feet limp, almost relishing the dull ache all over his body. No one had told him everything would be okay, and Wufei wasn't the type to make hasty promises. But Duo wasn't concious enough to care by now.
At long last, Duo felt safe enough to close his eyes.
********
"Where are we going anyway?"
Wufei jumped, and glanced quickly down, into his lap. Duo was sprawled across the seat, his violet eyes half lidded, gazing up at him with a bemused expression of weary trust. The small truck turned quickly on the dirt road, leaving a tail of airborne dust, as Wufei steered onto a small side road, nearly hidden in the tall grass. For hours he had been driving in the near silence of Duo's shallow breathing, wondering if he would arrive at his destinaition with a dead pilot or a live one. Duo didn't have the strength to say anything more, just peered up at Wufei with glazed eyes, like he was seeking secret things under Wufei's skin, traveling along with the blood and DNA.
"Someplace safe." Wufei said at last. "You can sleep now, Duo, it's gonna be okay."
"Always had this fear of going to sleep, ya know?" Duo coughed, trying to silence it, and Wufei winced as he saw a spattering of blood appear on Duo's chin. "Always wondered if I would wake up in the morning." he wriggled his hands and feet, moving the tips of his fingers feebly. "It dosn't look like it this time, does it?"
"You'll be okay. There's people that can help you here."
Duo smiled warily, and shut his eyes again. "I've survived worse."
The truck screeched to a stop, and Wufei frowned down at the unoncious pilot, unsure of how to move him. At last, he leaned down and scooped the pilot up into his arms, awkwardly, so that Duo hung in his arms like a strange hunting quarry. He held him uncertainly, standing beside the dented pickup, as a shout went up and most of the inhabitants of the small village raced torwards him. Mostly children, it seemed, they gathered around the pickup, Wufei, and the spectacle of the long-limbed, limp creature Wufei was cradling in his arms.
"Bring her in here!" An old woman, more frail then the children, shouted. She fought her way through the crowd and gestured to Wufei for him to follow her. Wufei didn't bother to correct her about Duo's gender. It hardly seemed the time. He fought his way through the forest of dark heads and pale shoulders, following the old woman that could have been his grandmother, if it had been time for comparison. Ignoring the crowds that had gathered around the door, jabbering in manderin, the old woman poured water down Duo's throat, and covered the younger pilot with a thick blanket while Wufei stood, a senseless shadow, just inside the door. Blood was washed away, wounds sewn shut, the pilot murmered sleepily in english all silenced by a motherly hum. The small body leaning over the bed blocked Duo from his vision, but he could hear his shirt sliding off and a moment later it slid to the floor. Wufei saw
"He should be more comfortable now." The old woman murmered, leaning over the unoncious form. "You'll have to stay in Lao La, Wufei, until he gets strong enough for you to move him."
"Of course." Wufei said uncomfortably. "Nai Nai," He added, as she turned to leave. "How long?"
"Worry about that once you know he will surivive." The old mother said in a lilting voice as she slipped past him and out the door. "His injuries are very serious. This one would not be suprised if he died sometime during the night."
"Thanks." Wufei murmered, after she had gone, after her limping shape out in the sun. He turned his focus on Duo then, or tried to. It was still so quiet, far removed from the hubub outside of the crash of the ocean and the slap of bare feet on dirt. A lone, loose chicken wandered in the front and pecked softly at the floor. Wufei didn't notice any of it. His ears were filled with the sound of other people's breathing. He was holding a bit of silk ribbon from the end of Duo's braid, because he was scared to touch him and wake him up. He sat in the corner away from the stray hen and waited, running his fingers over the ribbon where it was frayed on the ends. How fine the silk. How fine and loose and free.
