Relena. So loyal. So kind. Hah! If only they could see what Heero
was witnessing now. It surprised him. Even he believed that he would be
the first to cheat on Relena though he never did because just couldn't.
Heero's heart and what little trust he had that was all used up on Relena shattered as he fell to the floor. He wanted to cry. He wanted to yell. He wanted to scream. He wanted to kill Relena. He wanted to kill Duo. He wanted to kill HIMSELF!
What had he done to deserve this? Why was Relena turning to Duo? He had never wanted to admit that he loved her, but...if she had not loved him, why had she thrown herself at him so many times only now to betray him with his best friend?
He quickly got up off the ground as the last screams that alerted him of Duo's and Relena's climax was sounded.
Their little daughter Kristine was at Quatre's house. He had come home early from work and had definitely not expected to see what he saw in his and Relena's bedroom. He ran outside, grabbing his laptop with him.
By the time he reached the door, he was sure both were already dressed. "I'm home!" he called. He would pretend nothing was wrong. He would remain himself. He couldn't risk screwing up Kristine's childhood with a dysfunctional family. He remained silent and unmoving as Relena leapt out of the room and hugged him tightly. He at least now knew why she was always sweating like this when he came home, and it wasn't the usual excuse that she had been out in the garden weeding.
Inside, Heero was crying. Outside, he was the same calm he always was.
"Bye, Dad," Kristine said in an almost annoyed tone as she shut the door to Heero's corvette. Heero only grunted as he got the car into gear. When he was sure she wasn't looking, he looked up and watched her walk into school laughing with her friends.
Kristine never showed any emotion when she talked to him other than anger and annoyance. Most girls grew up to love their moms, and that was the same way Kristine was. But at least they still cared for their father. Kristine's view of Heero was a 35-year-old, penny-pinching, strict Preventer. But she didn't understand that Heero just wanted her to have a safe and happy life, as most fathers wanted their childrens' lives to be. And since Kristine was his only child, he was more strict than most fathers.
On an impulse and self-pity for himself, Heero did not drive to work. Instead, he headed for the closest bar. It was his anniversary. 9 years not exactly nine since he'd found out about Relena and Duo. It didn't matter anymore. Kristine was 15. She would understand. He was certain of it. He could leave now. Leave for good and leave behind all his memories. Drinking himself into oblivion looked a hell of a lot better than going home and pretending nothing was wrong for Relena and Kristine.
Quatre slowed into the bar where he saw Heero's corvette. He parked his BMW and walked inside. He was careful to dress in more /manly/ clothes, as Duo would put it, because he didn't know what kind of people could show up at bars. He was in jeans and a red and black t-shirt. Just as he had suspected, Heero was at the bar drinking.
"Heero!" he called, rushing over to his friend.
Heero slowly turned and winced as though it hurt his head. "Quatre?" he asked drunkenly.
Quatre called the bartender over. "How much as he had?" he asked desperately.
The bartender shrugged. "About 15 bottles, I guess. He said he had a friend driving home. Is that you?"
"Must be," Quatre muttered. He turned to Heero, who looked like he was going to pass out soon. "Heero, let's get out of here. We'll go back to your place. Kristine and Relena have been frantically searching for you."
These words hit Heero like a whip. He laughed bitterly, coldly. "Yeah, I'll bet." His twisted smile turned into a look of despair. Tears were forming at his eyes. Heero Yuy was actually crying. "Quatre, what did I do?" he asked softly.
Quatre was not quite sure how to answer. But he knew he had to get Heero out of the bar. "Come on, Heero," he said gently. "We can go back to my place if you want. Then when you're sober you can talk about it with me."
Heero gave no protest probably because he was too weak as Quatre helped him out. "My vet," he said softly as he hanged his head backwards on Quatre's car-seat head-cushion.
Quatre got into the car and set the key in. "Well come back for it, Heero." And he drove off.
Quatre looked as Heero sobbed brokenly on his couch. It wasn't mid- life crisis. Heero was still as strong as he always was. But it was definitely something emotional. He just couldn't get an answer out of Heero. Every time he was about to tell Quatre something, Heero either threw up, started crying, or stopped and went into a daze.
"Heero," Quatre said softly. "Maybe you should get some sleep. I'm going to go back to your house to pick up your stuff and your vet."
Heero nodded a little. He had stopped crying and was now just staring ahead at everything and yet nothing, his normally shiny, Prussian blue eyes now a dark shade close to black. Quatre didn't want to leave him, but he would need help. Heero apparently didn't need Relena. He would have to get Wufei, Trowa, and Duo.
"Are you going to be okay?" Quatre asked as he hesitantly put on his coat.
Heero nodded. But there was a look in his eyes Quatre couldn't interpret. It frightened him. Quatre didn't press him though. "I'm going to get Wufei, Trowa, and Duo. If you get h-"
Heero turned around sharply, glaring at Quatre. If looks could kill, Quatre would be on the ground dead ten times before he fell. "No. I don't want to talk to Duo right now," Heero said coldly.
Quatre didn't know why, but he nodded. Who knew how Heero would act in this state. "All right. I won't bring Duo," he said calmly. "If you get hungry," he added, continuing his earlier interrupted sentence, "check the fridge. I'm sure I've got some pizza in there." Let's pretend Quatre isn't rich and crap, kay? He closed the door behind him as he left and felt like falling to the ground. It hurt him to see Heero so pained. //Maybe Wufei and Trowa can help me// he thought as he walked downstairs.
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Heero's heart and what little trust he had that was all used up on Relena shattered as he fell to the floor. He wanted to cry. He wanted to yell. He wanted to scream. He wanted to kill Relena. He wanted to kill Duo. He wanted to kill HIMSELF!
What had he done to deserve this? Why was Relena turning to Duo? He had never wanted to admit that he loved her, but...if she had not loved him, why had she thrown herself at him so many times only now to betray him with his best friend?
He quickly got up off the ground as the last screams that alerted him of Duo's and Relena's climax was sounded.
Their little daughter Kristine was at Quatre's house. He had come home early from work and had definitely not expected to see what he saw in his and Relena's bedroom. He ran outside, grabbing his laptop with him.
By the time he reached the door, he was sure both were already dressed. "I'm home!" he called. He would pretend nothing was wrong. He would remain himself. He couldn't risk screwing up Kristine's childhood with a dysfunctional family. He remained silent and unmoving as Relena leapt out of the room and hugged him tightly. He at least now knew why she was always sweating like this when he came home, and it wasn't the usual excuse that she had been out in the garden weeding.
Inside, Heero was crying. Outside, he was the same calm he always was.
"Bye, Dad," Kristine said in an almost annoyed tone as she shut the door to Heero's corvette. Heero only grunted as he got the car into gear. When he was sure she wasn't looking, he looked up and watched her walk into school laughing with her friends.
Kristine never showed any emotion when she talked to him other than anger and annoyance. Most girls grew up to love their moms, and that was the same way Kristine was. But at least they still cared for their father. Kristine's view of Heero was a 35-year-old, penny-pinching, strict Preventer. But she didn't understand that Heero just wanted her to have a safe and happy life, as most fathers wanted their childrens' lives to be. And since Kristine was his only child, he was more strict than most fathers.
On an impulse and self-pity for himself, Heero did not drive to work. Instead, he headed for the closest bar. It was his anniversary. 9 years not exactly nine since he'd found out about Relena and Duo. It didn't matter anymore. Kristine was 15. She would understand. He was certain of it. He could leave now. Leave for good and leave behind all his memories. Drinking himself into oblivion looked a hell of a lot better than going home and pretending nothing was wrong for Relena and Kristine.
Quatre slowed into the bar where he saw Heero's corvette. He parked his BMW and walked inside. He was careful to dress in more /manly/ clothes, as Duo would put it, because he didn't know what kind of people could show up at bars. He was in jeans and a red and black t-shirt. Just as he had suspected, Heero was at the bar drinking.
"Heero!" he called, rushing over to his friend.
Heero slowly turned and winced as though it hurt his head. "Quatre?" he asked drunkenly.
Quatre called the bartender over. "How much as he had?" he asked desperately.
The bartender shrugged. "About 15 bottles, I guess. He said he had a friend driving home. Is that you?"
"Must be," Quatre muttered. He turned to Heero, who looked like he was going to pass out soon. "Heero, let's get out of here. We'll go back to your place. Kristine and Relena have been frantically searching for you."
These words hit Heero like a whip. He laughed bitterly, coldly. "Yeah, I'll bet." His twisted smile turned into a look of despair. Tears were forming at his eyes. Heero Yuy was actually crying. "Quatre, what did I do?" he asked softly.
Quatre was not quite sure how to answer. But he knew he had to get Heero out of the bar. "Come on, Heero," he said gently. "We can go back to my place if you want. Then when you're sober you can talk about it with me."
Heero gave no protest probably because he was too weak as Quatre helped him out. "My vet," he said softly as he hanged his head backwards on Quatre's car-seat head-cushion.
Quatre got into the car and set the key in. "Well come back for it, Heero." And he drove off.
Quatre looked as Heero sobbed brokenly on his couch. It wasn't mid- life crisis. Heero was still as strong as he always was. But it was definitely something emotional. He just couldn't get an answer out of Heero. Every time he was about to tell Quatre something, Heero either threw up, started crying, or stopped and went into a daze.
"Heero," Quatre said softly. "Maybe you should get some sleep. I'm going to go back to your house to pick up your stuff and your vet."
Heero nodded a little. He had stopped crying and was now just staring ahead at everything and yet nothing, his normally shiny, Prussian blue eyes now a dark shade close to black. Quatre didn't want to leave him, but he would need help. Heero apparently didn't need Relena. He would have to get Wufei, Trowa, and Duo.
"Are you going to be okay?" Quatre asked as he hesitantly put on his coat.
Heero nodded. But there was a look in his eyes Quatre couldn't interpret. It frightened him. Quatre didn't press him though. "I'm going to get Wufei, Trowa, and Duo. If you get h-"
Heero turned around sharply, glaring at Quatre. If looks could kill, Quatre would be on the ground dead ten times before he fell. "No. I don't want to talk to Duo right now," Heero said coldly.
Quatre didn't know why, but he nodded. Who knew how Heero would act in this state. "All right. I won't bring Duo," he said calmly. "If you get hungry," he added, continuing his earlier interrupted sentence, "check the fridge. I'm sure I've got some pizza in there." Let's pretend Quatre isn't rich and crap, kay? He closed the door behind him as he left and felt like falling to the ground. It hurt him to see Heero so pained. //Maybe Wufei and Trowa can help me// he thought as he walked downstairs.
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