Title: A Story
Author: violetscythe
Ratings: NC-17
Pairings: eventual 1x2
Warnings: some violence, swearing, and all the good stuff, oh, and Heero torture..hehehe and some original characters.
Disclaimer: The original pilots of Gundam Wing are not mine or their world and I don't make any money off of this. This is just my sick and twisted imagination. Enjoy, I don't know when this happens it just does.
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"Oh, not another one!" The petrified groan sounded from the other room.
Heero sighed and rolled his eyes toward the ceiling of the apartment complex that they shared. "What is it this time?" Though, secretly, he knew what Duo was talking about.
Duo stormed into the kitchen, laptop in hand, braid waving like a banner in war as he gestured toward the black lettering on the screen. "This! Why won't they quit? I mean HELL, just because we share an apartment doesn't mean we're gay!"
Heero gave another long-suffering sigh as he leaned back against the sink, wiping his wet hands on the dishtowel. "It's not that big of a deal, Duo. Who cares, Quatre and Trowa get it all the time."
"Phhhhtttt!" Duo waved his hand carelessly, "But that's true!"
Heero just shrugged. There was just no getting through to him. Then again, with that thick scull of his that wasn't a huge surprise. "Whatever already, take a walk. Buy groceries or something, we're running low on eggs and milk."
He turned and pushed past the disgruntled braided boy as he made his way toward the living room, rescuing the laptop from Duo's precarious grasp.
An aggravated roar emanated from the kitchen.
Heero just smiled.
…
Duo cursed under his breath as he made his way back along the dark streets to the apartment he shared with Heero.
Or as every crazy yaoi fan on the internet would like to say "my lover". BULLSHIT!
Duo hiked the plastic bags containing the milk and eggs Heero requested to a more comfortable position on his arm. He shook his head and tried blowing his bangs out of his eyes.
Hell, maybe I should get a haircut. A picture of his chestnut braid lying at his feet like a dead snake made him give an involuntary shiver. Maybe just a trim. Get rid of all the dead ends. I know I have them somewhere.
He crashed to the ground, his head slamming into the pavement and lights burst behind his eyelids.
Holy shit!
His body tried to move, to roll, to do anything, but a weight crushed into his chest and lower body, making moving impossible. NOT good.
He stifled his groans of pain as he tried lifting himself up to see the damage. What he saw wanted him to go back to lying on the ground pretending to be unconscious. He felt something sticky tickling his fingers and looked over.
Fuck. There goes the milk and eggs. OH NO, not my magazines!
He turned his glare upon the kid laying half dead on his stomach like he hadn't a care in the world. The worn blue cap pushed down over the face so he couldn't get a good look and the baggy clothes didn't help either.
Duo froze; muffled shouting came from a little ways off. His gaze jumped back to the kid then to the street corner. Wouldn't you know today would just be his lucky day.
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"Where the hell did that kid get to?"
"You lost the kid?" A slim man asked quietly, appearing from the shadows.
The larger man halted mid step at the others voice.
"I thought you said you had apprehended the problem." The smoothness of tone was deceptively gentle that carried an underlining menace.
The bulky man stuttered, "We-I did, sir. Tranquilizers enough to down a small army."
He chuckled, "A small army, you say? Well then, were is the body? I don't see it."
The man audibly gulped; sweat running off his face and onto his throat as it slid beneath his dark clothes to blend him into the seeder places of the neighborhood. "I-I don't know, Sir."
"You don't know." He mimicked, circling like a predator cornering its prey, "You don't know! He doesn't 'know' gentleman. He doesn't know where our little problem went."
The other darkly clad men shuffled nervously behind them.
"Well, if you don't know where it went then you are no longer useful."
A shot rang out through the ally and silence resumed.
The slim man sneered down at the ruined body of one of his own and gave a swift kick to the stomach. "Leave the garbage behind as a warning to all who 'don't know'."
He turned on his heel and started to walk away. "Oh, and gentleman, keep looking."
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Duo grunted as he lugged the dead weight of the kid's body up the last flight of stairs to the apartment. He was just glad Heero hadn't dug deep enough into his pocket for the very top floor.
He hoisted the kid to his other arm as he fished for his keys in his pockets, giving the locked door a deathly glare.
He heard the grinding noise of another door opening behind him. He knew, he just knew who it was.
He turned around, a smile plastered onto his face. "Hi, mss. Janice, having a nice night?"
The wizened old face of the apartment snoop stood out from the blackness of the rooms' interior. White strands combed over to the other side of a spotted scalp in pretence of hair made him wince in thankfulness of his abundance.
Her black pits of eyes zeroed in on what he was holding under his arm.
He blinked innocently and gently shook the body, it's arms flopping helplessly in the air and gave a lop sided smile. "My friend went on a drinking binge. He's sleeping it off."
Janice stared a while longer then slowly closed the door.
Duo grimaced, he felt sorry for any cat's that drank her milk.
He turned back to the door and ruthlessly shoved the key into the keyhole and dragged the kid inside and slammed the door shut.
Duo jumped at the voice behind him. "That's not the milk and eggs I asked for."
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They were crawling everywhere. There was no peace. The maggots squirmed, and the cockroaches squished and gushed, as they were disturbed from their places among the bloodied, decaying corpses.
The blood seeped through fingers and the bloated skin sagged under crawling hands and elbows.
The stench was overwhelming even with the rag around a nose.
Then suddenly there was a crack.
Dark green eyes darted where the boot had landed. A familure face was crushed in, blank eyes looking accusingly strait, mouth open, and flies buzzing around blood pooled in the cracked crevice of the lips.
Then there were screams.
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Duo stared at the kid still lying on the couch, body spasming every so often, fingers clenching and unclenching in a frenzied pattern.
"Still not awake yet?" Heero asked quietly as he handed Duo a hot mug of coffee.
He didn't take his eyes off the unconscious kid, "No. Not yet."
Heero leaned against the kitchen doorway, arms folded as Duo sipped his coffee. "The tranquilizers found on the dart match those used in hunting safaris in Africa and used to down large animals like bears, lions, and other species so scientists can tag them."
Duo clenched his teeth. "Those bastards."
Heero said nothing.