When one rainy night changes it all
By: Little Demon
Rating: R
Warnings: Blood, Angst
Chapter 1
Duo Maxwell sat at the windowsill, looking out in the front yard of quatre's house. The rain had started and hour ago, and seemed to only poor down harder. His reflection showed back at Duo, Reviling a very meloncoly face. Duo sighed and turned back to Quatre, Who was hooking up a video game system. "What time is it?" Duo moaned to his blonde friend. Quatre looked up from his task of unraveling cords and mumbled. Duo rolled his eyes and got up from his window seat and over to Q uatre. "Do you think everyone's gonna make it?" Duo kneeled down and took the wire ball from Quatre.
Sighing, Quatre stood up and brushed bangs from his aqua eyes and said, "I'm sure traffic's just backed up you should learn to chill out a bit." He stretched and yawned. "Besides," Quatre started again, Walking towards the plush blue sofa and sat heavy down. "My parents aren't back yet, they're taking the free way home, no doubt Heero's taking that route too huh?" Quatre leaned over to a lamp on the side of the couch and flicked it on. "They were supposed to be here an hour ago, so that just proves it. Things are gonna go slow in weather like this." Quatre blinked twice at the clear picture of the start up menu to Duo's favorite Racing game.
"Yeah," Duo stood and walked over to Quatre, handing him a controller. "But I…" Duo plopped down next to him. "I wanted to… You know," Duo bit his bottom lip and blushed a little. "Dammit! He kicked the wooden coffee table in front of him. "I feel like a fucking school girl you see in those anime's." Duo half heartily laughed and shook his head.
"Duo!" Quatre exclaimed, don't kick my mom's table, She'll kill you , you know." Quatre smiled at the thought of his mom dragging duo around by his hair like a cave man. "Ch, Duo, you noticed the race started?" Quatre asked his absent minded friend to the left of him. Duo made a squeaking noise and started playing his game. "So, Are you really going to tell Heero you like him?"
"Eh, Yeah. If he doesn't kill me first." Duo leaned with the turn of his video game. "I was just thinking, maybe I should tackle him or something?"
"Oh yeah," Quatre made a face at the game when he smashed into a tree. "Like that wouldn't get you killed?"
"Well, I don't know if it'll get threw 'ro's thick skull if I didn't." Duo sat forward on the edge of the couch. "All the other hints never worked. And this is the last weekend were gonna be here before school starts back up, So I gotta tell him before then." Duo leaned with another turn, crossing the finish line. "Whoa ho! Look at who's in first!" Duo jumped up and started to gloat in front of Quatre.
"Save your victory dance, Duo you lost." Quatre snickered as the red and yellow '1' flashed in Quatre's corner of the screen and '2' in Duo's. Duo stood spuddering. "At the nick of time, I skidded in first!" Quatre grinned up at his sulking friend. "Duo, why don't you just tell Heero you like him at School?" The door bell Rang. Duo leaped over the coffee table and sprinted to the door. Duo swung the door open and pounced the person behind it. They both went sliding in the mud along side Quatre's poach.
"Dammit Maxwell!" Wufei's angry voice rang up from somewhere under duo. "Get off of me, you psychotic asshole!" Duo snapped his head up and stared down at the Chinese teen under him. Trowa's laughter danced around the four boys and Quatre helped Duo off of Wufei.
"Duo, that ways-" Trowa laughed at him. "What were you thinking?" Trowa stepped in the door way, out of the rain.
"Oh, you guys are soaked! My mom's gonna wring my neck if her carpet gets muddy, take off your shoes!" Quatre pulled off his own muddy sneakers. "And as for you two," He pointed to Duo and Wufei, who were both red as tomatoes and wiping mud off of random parts of there bodies. "You're gonna have to take off those clothes, I'll Get you some sweats, hold on." Quatre ran up stairs.
"What the hell's gotten into you, Maxwell, Pouncing me like some crazed woman.
"Shut up, I thought you were Heero, Alright!"
"No, it's not. That way my good shirt you soiled!"
"I'll get you a new one, now quit your cryin', you damn baby!"
"Why you little-"
"Both of you knock it off." Torwa fought back traces of laughter. "The shirt's not ruined, I'm sure mud comes out. IT's not like it's blood or anything like that."
"Yeah, that's right." Duo kicked off his shoes and undid his belt buckle and started to undo his jeans. Wufei unbuttoned his shirt.
"You better pray my shirt's not ruined, idiot." Wufei pulled off his shirt and doped it in the pile of mud soaked shoes, pants and socks. Quatre came back with two sets of sweats. Duo pulled off his shirt and took one set from Quatre and started to change into them. Wufei followed suit after his pant's were dissguarded to the pile.
"So, Trowa. What took you two so long?" Quatre asked, closing the door and scooping the clothes off the floor and walked towards the laundry room. Trowa followed him.
"Main street was completely washed out, We had a detour threw 'Avenue C' and then a road block was set up due to a mudslide." Trowa leaned against a washing machine as Quatre prepared a load to be washed. Trowa chuckled. "So Heero's not here yet huh?" Trowa brushed back his wet bangs and looked up. "I have to wonder what Mr. Yuy would doe if it had bee him at the door."
"Duo told me, 'I should tackle him'." Quatre sighed and leaned against the machine with Trowa. "I didn't expect him to actually do it."
"Heh." Trowa snickered. "What if it had been you mom or dad?"
"Oh, god!" Quatre laughed. "I don't know," He pushed himself off of the washer and started towards the door. "Any ways, better get out there before Wufei tears Duo apart."
"Heh, no kidding." Trowa followed Quatre into the living room where Wufei was sitting at the fire place with a towel, Duo back at the windowsill.
"Duo, I have to ask you not to be so reckless next time. What if you had pounced my mom?" Quatre stood next to Duo. Duo looked at Quatre and smiled. Quatre rolled his eyes. Headlights flashed threw the window and onto the two boys. They both leaned in to peer out and try to catch a glimpse at who it could be. Quatre spoke up first. "Oh, it's my parents." Duo sighed, standing from his seat and walking towards the door with Quatre.
"Don't pounce them, Maxwell." Wufei called to Duo. Duo spun around.
"Shut up!" He spat back at him. The front door opened.
"Woooh! It's cold out!" Quatre mom shouted as she came in. Shaking off her purple umbrella. "Hey honey, sorry it took so long, but traffic on the freeway was backed up for miles!" Quatre's mom leaned down to give her son a kiss on top of his head. She then pulled off her black dress shoes, and scarf covering her blonde hair. "Hello, Duo, are you well?" Quatre mom patted Duo's check. "You look like you haven't gotten any sleep."
"I Ah,"
"He's been running in the rain." Quatre finished for him. "You know, pouncing people."
"Quatre!" Wufei's voice barked from by the fire place.
"Oh well, Duo, you want to catch a cold?" You're school years starting up, we wouldn't want you going back with a sniffle."
"Oh no, we wouldn't." Quatre's dad steps in the house and closes the door. "Dear." He says and kicks off his shoes and reaches out for his wife's hand. "Well, looks like the whole gangs here." He leads his wife into the living room. "So, what have you boys been up to? They both sit down on the sofa. Wufei continues to towel off his hair. Torwa looks up from the video cabinet. Duo shoves his hands in the pockets of the grey sweats Quatre let him wear. Quatre steps up to speak for everyone.
"Umm, actually, Heero Isn't here yet. But other than waiting for him, we played video games and Trowa and Wufei just got here so…"
"Ah, I thought it was a bit quiet in here." Quatre dad smiled over at Duo, who looked away. "Well, I'd be nice to play a game while you wait. I was stuck in traffic with you mother." Mr. Winner nudged his wife and pulled off his tie. "The freeway was stopped because of an accident." He let out a sigh and propped his feet on the coffee table. "This small red car got crushed under a diesel." Quatre shot a look at Duo. He could see his friends face void of emotion and color.
"What did you…say?" Duo timidly asked, frozen in place.
"What was it honey?" Quatre's dad turned to his wife, she smacked his feet off the table.
"A Toyota, maybe one of those older models, I dunno, a compact?"
"Ha, Compact now!" Mr. Winner stood up.
"Oh my god." Quatre said almost inaudibly, looking at Duo. Then he saw it. Fear and nausea struck the pale boy's face. Trowa stood up, seeing the look on Quatre's face. Wufei stood, seeing Duo teeter side to side, Duo faintly heard the voices of his friends as they were distorted, making them all sound far away and echo. He then roughly remembers the news broadcast, then he roughly remembers being shook.
TBC