"Go out with me."
Heero turned, his cobalt eyes wide. "What?" Everyone in the room silenced, waiting for the newest confrontation to end.
Duo smirked, pulling his braid over one shoulder and leaning closely to whisper in Heero's ear, "Go out with me, you know you want to."
Heero pushed him away, his face slightly red with embarrasment and anger. "I don't date drag queens."
Duo scowled as everyone started cat calling and cracking jokes. "I'm serious."
Heero stood up, shooting a glare at everyone in the room before walking from the room, stepping it into a sprint when he got into the hallway. Duo pouted in his seat, one of his freind patting him on the back and cracking a joke. Duo ignored it all when he saw the wallet on the floor next to one of the chair legs. He bent and picked it up, opening it and finding Heero's face staring blankly at him from a driver's license. Duo grinned. This was his ticket to getting Heero on a date with him at last!
As the bell rang, he jumped up and practically skipped to the bus, fingering the wallet that now rested in his pocket.
...
Heero gasped for air as he rounded the corner. How could he have been so stupid to even listen to that damn drag queen? As he neared his pretty house, he felt the cuts all over his body throb under the long sleeved shirt he wore. Seeing no car in the driveway, his jumped the fance surrounding his back yard and crawled through the basement window, wincing as rocks cut into his palms as he slid down into the dark room.
He quickly moved to his closet, pushing glass out of the way with his sneakers as he moved a box from the corner, revealing a hole in the wall that had a few small bags resting in it. He stuffed his backpack into the hole and grabbed his...not there wallet. Heero panicked, patting his pockets and digging through his bag. Where the hell was his wallet? It had money that he needed to put in his moms purse when she got home!
He felt frustrated tears well in his eyes. Every time that Duo prick talked to him, his day dropped further into the pits called hell! Every damn time! He jumped at the sound of a car pulling in and yanked his clothes off, pulling on a pair of torn spandex shorts and a loose fitting wife beater, making sure his shoes weren't on before stuffing everything into the hole and hiding it behind the bax just as the front door slammed shut overhead.
Feet stomped down the stairs and the door slammed open, getting stuck in the wall as his mother stormed in, face bright red with anger as the threw a bottle at him, hitting him in the ribs. "You fucking peice of shit! You stole from me again?" She grabbed his hair and pulled him up the stairs, Heero whimpering when a peice of glass tucked itself into the ball of his foot. She threw him to the floor, grabbing his head and slamming it into the ground a few times, staring into his crossed eyes. "The next time you even think of taking money from me, you wont see the fucking sun again!" She growled, letting go of his hair and stomping out of the room. "Fix my fucking coffee!" She barked before a door slammed somewhere in the house.
Heero shakily got to his feet, falling to the floor as the peice of glass was shoved further into his foot. He crawled to the counter and pulled himself up, standing on one shakey leg as tears poured down his face. It hurt so bad, and his head ached, not to mention the cuts from this morning when he'd tripped on the cat an smashed his back over a glass bowl on the patio. He hurridly made his mother her wanted coffee, limping quickly to the office he was sure she'd gone too and opened the door, head bowed.
"Give it!" She snapped and Heero set the coffee on her desk, stepping back. She threw a few darts at him, one peircing his arm, the other driving into his shoulder. "Leave." Heero did just that as quickly as he could, softly shutting the door before pulling out the darts, hissing at the burn of the cool air against his wounds. He went back into the kitchen and sat in a chair, lifting his foot up so that he could pull out the glass, his blurred vision making it a little hard to tell. It took three tries before his fingers got a good enough grip on the bloody glass to pull it out, throwing it in the trash before grabbing one of the rags from a drawer and tied it around his foot, the dark blue staining quickly. He wrapped a few more around his foot before he would no longer see the blood and used another to clean the blood off of the floor, running into the island counter twice and tripping on a cord he couldn't see until he leaned down to put it back in place.
He tossed the rag in the trash can when he finished, going back down into what was his room, though the only thing in it was a lumpy, stinky, moldy matress shoved into a corner with a grey moth eaten blanket on top of it. He dropped onto it, muffling a scream by biting his hand when a peice of glass went into his arm just on the opposite side of the dart hole in his arm.
He rolled and pulled the peice out, wiping at his tears as he laid on his side, curled up around his aching stomach. He remembered seeing his mothers purse on the kitchen table and dozed for a little while, planning on what he should do when his mother discovered the money missing.
...
Duo sighed as he walked into his home, his mother and sister calling a greeting from the living room as he walked past.
"Honey, what's wrong?" His mother asked when she saw his crestfallen face.
"Heero turned me down again. I don't know how to tell him I'm serious!" He slumped onto the ouch between the two brunette women and ran a hand through his bangs. "I really do like him ,but everyone laughs like they think I'm joking!" He laid his head back. His mother patted his thigh and his sister gave him a one armed hug.
"It's okay. I'm pretty sure there's other fish in the sea." Hilde, his sister, murmured.
"That's just it! No one else compares to him! He's gorgeous and smart and has the deepest blue eyes that drown you with a glance!" He leaned onto his mother and the rubbed his head. "Love hurts."
Hsi mother shook her head sadly. she'd never seen this boy her son was so infatuated with, but he must've been a serious keeper when her flaky child wanted only this boy.
The door closed and her husband joined them in the living room, dropping a kiss on her forehead as he sat down next to her. "Hi honey, what's up with Duo?"
"He's got a case of heartbreak." Was all she said before getting up and going to the kitchen to start dinner. The phone rang and Hilde got up to answer, Duo getting up and going to his room after grabbing his bag. When his hand brushed against the wallet in his pocket, he smiled, feeling a little cheered that he now had a very viable reason to talk to Heero, and owuld most likely only get terse words and a cold glare for his troubles.
A squeal that was most likely from his sister brought him from a reverie of drowning in deep blue pools and running his hands through the thick mocha colored hair. His father opened the door moments later with a large grin on his face.
"What's up?" Duo asked, making room for his father to side down beside him on the bed. His father just grinned at him, Duo frowning when he couldn't think of an answer. "Seriously, why was Hilde..." The perverbial lightbulb clicked on and he raced downstairs, tackling his sister onto the wooden floor with a whoop of joy.
"She said yes!" Hilde said and burst into a flow of giggles that warmed Duo's heart, his sisters happiness was his happiness, or well, part of his happiness.
"That's awsome Hilde! So when is gunna be?" Duo asked, getting up off of his sister and pulling her too her feet.
"In october. But guess what else?" She leaned in and whispered into Duo's ear, a grin practically splitting his face as he danced around the house with cheers of, "I'm gunna be an uncle!"
It was a pleasant evening of celebration, but to Duo's chagrin, he had to be left at the house when he discovered that the Darlian's and his familay were going out to celebrate.
"I'm really sorry hun, but it's for adults only, otherwise we'd bring you along." His mother said after huigging him when his face fell.
"It's okay mom, I'll just go out with some freinds." Duo said, hugging her back and kissing her temple. "Go have fun and bring me a doggy bag!" He grinned before racing up the stairs to pull on his tennis shoes. He waited upstairs until his family left to go meet up with the Darlain's before he grabbed his phone and keys and went out the door, pocketing Heero's wallet as well.
I'll get Heero to treat me for saving hiswallet for him. Duo thought as he walked down the street, glancing at the bulge in his pocket one more time before setting out to find the youth. If he remembered correctly, Heero lived on the east side of town a few miles from his house...
...
Heero moaned softl as he woke up, feeling the ache in his head. He blinked a few times, rubbing at his eyes in hopes of getting rid of the fuzziness, but it persisted. He sighed when he realized his vision was fucked up and hoped he'd find his wallet soon. He crawled to his closet, filled with to much wariness and pain to walk at this point, and dug out some socks and his sneakers. He glanced at his bags an shook his head. He wouldn't do it tonight, couldn't do it tonight. No matter how badly his mother treated him, maybe, one day, his old mom would come back to him, rain kisses on his forehead again when he cried, made the hurt go away. He wiped at a tear as he traced at the pentagram carved onto the inside of his wrist. Maybe, that night would go away, fade into the backround like some bad ream that he could faintly recall.
"Mommy..." He whispered, sobbing. "I miss you."
It took him awhile, but he gained composure over himself, his growling stomache reminding him that he hadn't eaten for a day or so.
He tip-toed up the stairs, listening intently for his mother, but he couldn't hear anything. aybe she'd gone to bed already? He hoped it was true, then maybe he could get some cash back to replace what he was about to take before she noticed. He dug into the purse, pulling out a five before going back into his room and sneaking out through the window that he figured was his front door, since he hadn't usuead the actual front door since he was just tall enough to reach it.
He climbed over the fence, crying out softly when the landing reminded him of the cut at the bottom of his foot, and limped towards the nearest Subway to finally calm the ache in his stomach.
...
It was a pleansat night out, and Heero felt so much better after filling his stomach with a warm chicken teryaki sub and some juice, a little put out that all of the sweet potatochips were gone. He'd aquired a taste for them after awhile and now throughly enjoyed them as a treat for himself.
"Heero!" He jumped, like a startled rabbit, at the sound of his name, whirrling with wide eyes as the drag queen from hell and a few girls walked over. Duo raced ahead of the girls, digging something from his pocket and shoving it into his hands when he got close enough. "I found your wallet on the floor when class ended. I was hoping to return it. Do you think you could take me out to dinner for doing such a kind act?" He blinked wide violet eyes up at him and Heero snorted, leaning on his left to releive the burning, stinging ache from the cut on his right.
"Thank you for getting my wallet, but I refuse to be seen in public with you. You've screwed my day up as it is, now leavebefore you fuck it up some more." He grunted, pushing past and doing his best not to limp.
"What's wrong with your leg?" Duo was next to him, grabbing his shoulder. The girls that had been following Duo had gone off somewhere and Heero wondered vaugely if maybe they would save him from the braided menace.
"It's my foot, and it's nothing." Heero grunted, jerked his shoulder out of Duo's grasp and limping at a faster pace. Duo was beside him again.
"You limping pretty badly, did ya sub your toe or something?"
Heero rolled his eyes and shot a glare at the braided moron. "No, it's fine, go away, I don't like you." With that he raced down one of the dark alleys that led to his house. An empty bottle of beer set him to the ground moments after he was enveloped in darkness.
Familiar nail lifted him up by the hair, though he couldn't see the face, and her voice made a weird buzzing noise when it filled his ears.
"I've fucking told you, you aren't going to see the sun again. Out here taking your girlfreind on a date and taking money from me? You're fucking dead." She began to pull him down the alley, back the way Heero had come from. Heero was too dizzy and disoriented to resist.
...
Duo huffed in annoyance that Heero had escaped and bascially told him to fuck off, even though he'd returned his wallet to him! And Heero looked releived when he saw that wallet too! He began to march after him when a tall, fat blonde woman waddled out, gripping a dazed looking Heero by the hair.
"What the hell are you doing lady?" Duo shouted, stepping in front of her. She growled and tried to scratch at him with her nails, her hair sticking to her sweaty face.
"Shut up you fucking drag queen whore! I don't want my brat spending my money on you! C'mere!" She howled, swiping at him again. Duo stepped back in disgust. This woman was Heero's mother? Where the hell was Heero's father?
"I'm calling the police you bitch!" He growled and pulled out his cellphone. Flipping it open and dialing the sheriffs number. As he put the phone to his hear, the woman hissed and lunged forward, smacking the phone out of his hand and grinding it into the road with her heel. A whimper drew Duo's attention to Heero, who was struggling weakly to stand with his hair firmly grasped in his mother's hand.
"Shut up bitch!" She growled, throwing him to the ground and kicking him in the stomach. Duo's anger flared and he lunged at the woman, punching her clean in the nose while sweeping his leg behind her knee's so that she fell on her back. Duo scooped up the now unconcious Heero and raced to his home without a second thought, even though the woman was screetching and shreiking at him to bring her son back.
Heero is a bit to light for my liking. Duo thought as his house came into his sights. The run had barely tired him, even though it was a good mile and a hlaf from his house. Heero weighed close to nothing in his arms and it disturbed him. He'd seen Heero had eaten, but now it was nothing but a puddle in the road back with his crazy ass mother. He swiftly unlocked his door and raced inside, locking the door behind him and depositing Heero on the couch as gently as he could. He ran up to his bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit and a washcloth, wetting it before he came back downstairs. He clicked on the light and puased at the sight of the scars all over Heero's arms, his hands loosing their grip on the washcloth and first aid kit.
"Oh god." He whispered, eyes wide in horror. Every symbol that his releigion claimed unholy was carved onto Heero's skin. Pentagrams, upside down stars and crosses, and what looked like prayers in a different language were all over Heero's body, or, what little he would see. Heero had always worn a long sleeved shirt, even under his gym shirt and either leggings of jeans always covered his legs, and that was the reason why.
He bent down slowly and picked up the dropped washcloth and kit and walked closer, kneeling in front of the couch. He set the two on the floor and reach up with trembling fingers to brush against one white pentagram, shivering in disgust. Was Heero in some kind of Devil worshipping cult? The christian in him shuddered in terror and disgust. But no matter how disgusted he was, Heero was hurt, and he would help him, no matter how much the scars terrified him.
He lifted Heero's limp form up and peeled off his shirt, gasping at the many scabbed over cuts, scrapes and puncture marks riddling his body. No wonder Heero didn't like to be touched so much! He quickly set to work cleaning away the blood and putting medicine and band-aids on them, deciding to use the linen bandages when he discovered the large gash on his back. Heero's legs looked fine, but at the sight of blood on Heero's sock, he pulled off both sneakers and socks, one foot looking fine, but the other wrapped in bloody rags that Duo cut off with a pair of medical scissors instead of trying to untie them. The cut was then wrapped in enough cotton pads and bandages to looked like a small cast before he was happy with his work.
He was just about to gather up everything when Heero's eyelids fluttered open and hazy cobalt stared up at him. "Doko...deska?" He murmured. Duo frowned, not knowing the language. "Duo?" Said braided teen looked over at his name being called as Heero tried to sit up.
Duo pushed him back down gently. "Don't, Heero. You'll aggrivate your wounds. I'll have my mom take you to the hospital when they get back, okay?"
Heero shook his head wildly, even though it made his empty stomach twist and his head felt like it would explode. "Please don't! My mother..." He tapered off and closed his mouth with an audible click. Duo scowled.
"Your mom works as a nurse? Well then...I'll just wait for my family, but you can rest up in my room." With that, he lifted the still much to light teen in his arms and went up the stairs, laying Heero softly in his bed and covering him up. When he turned to leave, a whimper stopped him and he turned, seeing Heero eye the window next to Duo's bed warily. Duo quickly went downstaurs and cleaned up the mess so that he could come back upstairs and stay beside Heero, to calm him of his fears of anyone coming through the window.
When he saw Heero's blue eyes, seeming to glow silver in the moonlight, his chocolate hair mussed from the running and falling he'd gone through, Duo had to beat his libido down so that he wouldn't jump the boy who looked lost and scared to be in some strangers house. Duo changed into a pair of loose sweat pants and an overly large tee before climbing into the bed and making sure Heero could no longer see the window, wispering reassuring things in his ear until he fell asleep, Duo joining him moments later.