The Blood of the Heart
By: Mint Maxwell
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of the characters from the show. They're all owned by other people who won't share their money with me. (
What's that word? The one that everyone wants to grasp but no one can seem to form with mortal lips. What is the word that puts scholars in turmoil over exactness, but doesn't seem to matter to the ones it should? What is the word that means so much but means so little at all? I try to think but my mind hides it from me.
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Wufei tried to think. What should he do? He wanted to beat this jerk's face in, but surely there would be more honor in a different method. Alex threw him up against the lockers for a second time. "I told you to stay out of my way!" he said angrily. Wufei asked himself again why he was taking this from this idiot. But the answer was still the same. 'Because you aren't going to stoop down to his level.' He hated it. Alex kept on accusing him of looking at his girlfriend Amy, but Wufei wouldn't have looked at Amy had she run down the hall in a chicken suit. He thought her ugly, arrogant and rude.
'Oh well, birds of a feather.' he thought to himself. Alex called him something he wouldn't even dared to have said, and Wufei decided he had had just about enough from this moron, when Mr. Kennit stormed down the hall. "Hey! What's this all about?!" he demanded in his best domineering voice. Mr. Kennit was the literature teacher, and a wimp. He was even smaller than Wufei. The odds that he could manhandle Alex, the captain of the football team, were pretty slim to none. But Alex loosened his grip on Wufei's shirt. He knew what it meant. Alex was always in a fight. The way things were going suspension wasn't very far off for him, and that would mean not being able to play football anymore.
Alex retreated in the other direction, along with his loyal gang of trash. "Are you alright?" Mr. Kennit offered to Wufei. "You'd better be more careful! At this rate, you aren't going to live to make it through high school!" then he walked off leaving Wufei to his own thoughts. He didn't like how this day was turning out at all.
He ran out to the parking lot and was half way home on his motorcycle before anyone even noticed he was gone from school. As he entered the driveway of the small trailer he and his cousin, Egan, shared, his cousin walked out on the small porch to meet him. "And just why are you home from school early again?" the voice was mockingly stern. Egan had been named Wufei's legal guardian after the death of Wufei's parents when Wufei was only 10 years old. He was a friendly and happy go lucky sort of guy, and could rarely muster anger toward anyone, least of all Wufei. He enjoyed the company of his younger cousin, and Wufei felt a sense of belonging with Egan. He was fun. At almost twenty-eight years old, you'd never tell it. He still acted like he was eleven.
"Don't mess with me," Wufei retorted jokingly, "I had it rough today!" Egan only laughed again and re-entered the trailer. Wufei followed. The trailer was very small and not in the best condition in the world. It was a wonder the social workers hadn't been knocking on the door more than they already had been. "I'm going out." Egan said. Wufei sat down on the old couch that served as one of the living room's only pieces of furnishings. "Hey, I just got here! Where ya goin'?" Egan shrugged. "eh, out." Wufei arched an eyebrow. "Oh, well, that's real descriptive." Egan grabbed his jacket and headed toward the door. "Be back!" he said with a smile on his face. The smile he always seemed to have. Goofy, and unpredictable. It was Egan.
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That was the last time Wufei ever saw that smile. Egan had been on his way to the local convenience store, but he never made it there. A car had sped out of a hard to see road and crashed into Egan's car. Right into the driver's seat. He never even made it to the hospital.
Wufei lived alone in the old trailer now. He had turned eighteen only a couple of months after Egan's death, so he was just considered of legal age a little early to avoid confusion and inconvenience. 'Inconvenience. That's what life was.' Wufei mused. 'Nothing but Hell.' The thought was something he had always thought but especially now. Now he was completely alone. He felt lonely and restless. He rarely spoke now. He had no one to speak to.
Nights passed. Nights were especially hard to bear, because at night, the darkness of his mind was now matched with the darkness of his physical surroundings. Eventually, everything became so unbearable he had to escape. He had to get away from the empty trailer. Almost breaking the door, he flung himself outside. Wufei stood on the porch gasping for air. Was insanity finally staring to take its toll? He breathed deeply for a few minutes, grasping the railing with fists of iron.
Now he was calm. Darkness swept back over him in torrents, and a nauseating silence reverberated in his ears. He once again began to think of the pleasant thoughts of death. Eternal sleep. His only comfort.
He turned around, and the small patch of woods behind the trailer caught his eye. He stared at them with longing, as they seemed to call for him. Then without knowing why or where, he made his way into the forest.
He had been in this forest many times before now, but now it seemed different. And it seemed the trees clung to a darkness all their own. As Wufei pushed forward, he could feel something within himself. There was something up ahead. He couldn't see anything, but somehow he knew there would be some wonderful treasure at the end of this path. He hastily pushed his way into a clearing and found he couldn't have been more right.
The clearing was full of natural beauty, and it amazed Wufei that he had never crossed it before. Soft grass formed a comforting carpet floor laced with roses. Beautiful roses. Roses of the deepest blood red, with black etched along the tips of each delicate petal. A large tree stood sovereign in the center of the clearing, and resting in its boughs was the most beautiful being Wufei had ever seen. It was a boy, but he was surprisingly feminine in appearance, and wore a robe of rich silken red. His hair was incredibly long, and he wore it down; rose petals carelessly tossed within its lovely chestnut tresses.
Wufei stood on the edge of the clearing, unable to speak or to move. Suddenly, the beautiful creature opened his eyes. He turned his head and gasped in surprise when he saw Wufei. Though he was obviously startled, he did not move. Instead, he gazed at Wufei with gorgeous, shining eyes. Lovely eyes of a deep red violet. Then the soft, red lips of the beauty moved as if to speak, but before he could say a word, another man appeared as if from out of a shadow.
He was handsome, with tousled brown hair and piercing ice blue eyes. He wore a pair of form fitting black pants that showed off the muscles in his legs. A loose dark blue button up shirt, soft and satin, unbuttoned a little at both the top and bottom to show off his well-muscled chest. They were the perfect pair. Complementing each other in every perfect detail. Wufei couldn't quite explain his thoughts toward the two mysterious individuals, but there was something about them that just seemed to scream of perfection.
The second male looked at him with contempt. "What are you doing here?" he inquired angrily. Wufei didn't know what to answer. He really had no idea why he was here. But the man didn't give him time to answer the question as he advanced upon him, dagger in hand. Wufei knew he should run but something held him to the spot. "Please stop, Hee-chan." 'Hee-chan' turned back to his red robed counterpart. "What are you doing? I'm going to kill him. You're not going to save this one." The red-violet eyed boy looked sorrowfully at his 'Hee-chan' "I really wish that you wouldn't. I don't like it. Besides, Heero, I want someone to talk to." Heero put his dagger away. "You have me. You'll always have me, Duo."
Wufei contemplated that this would be a good time to run, but the same force still held him to his place on the lovely grass carpet. It wasn't just fear.
"Yes, but you are always gone, Heero. I get lonely here by myself all the time. Please, don't kill him. No." Heero stared at the longhaired angel. "Fine. But you let him go first." At that point Wufei realized with much concern that all eyes were once again on him. "I am not going to hurt you." Heero said as he moved toward him, "Duo wishes for you to stay alive."
Wufei processed this. He was going to get to live. That was good, but were they together? What were they up to? "I assure you, we are not up to anything such as what you are thinking. And we are only together in friendship." This startled Wufei. How had he known what he had been thinking? "I see you are surprised." Heero started again, "Your thoughts are not mysteries unto me, nor are they to Duo. We are..let's just say we're not quite like you."
If things hadn't confused Wufei up until now, it was surely going to start. What were they? Demons? No, they only had the appearances of angels. But then again, Heero had tried to kill him. He could sense both beautiful pairs of eyes on him as he stood, still stuck in the same posture. "Let me go." he demanded weakly. Duo slid down from his branch in the tree. "I will let you go, but only under one condition. Please, don't run." Before he could even say yes or no, he felt his body relax and he could move again. But still, he didn't run. Why? Why didn't he run? Perhaps he had been lonely for too long.
"There now. I knew I could trust you that you wouldn't run." Wufei still felt like there was something, a specific reason, that these being wanted him to stay. "What is it that you want with me." He was frightened, his voice barely a whisper. But sharp ears picked up every word. "I just want someone that I can talk to." Duo explained, "and if I am not mistaken, you could also use someone." Again, the shock that these two seemed to know a little more than Wufei was comfortable with, but before he could ask about it, Heero moved closer to Duo and the two shared a deep open mouthed kiss.
Wufei's eyes grew wide and he didn't know what to do. Running seemed like a good choice of action."Friendship?" he heard himself ask before he realized it. Heero smirked. "It's a very strong friendship." Duo smiled weakly. Something about the way he acted hinted at unhappiness. Heero sensed it as well, and turned to comfort Duo. "I just want him to know that you are mine and that I love you." The longhaired angel pushed away the startled prince. "I told you that I didn't want that! Just because that's what so many others of our kind have been turning to lately, I don't want it!" Heero looked hurt. "I didn't mean.I do love you and you know what I mean by that. You are all that I have, as I am all that you have." Duo walked toward Wufei. "I am sorry. We have been bad hosts. Please come back tomorrow night. You must go now."
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Wufei awoke, back in his own bed. Where was the grass and the tree? Where were the two strangers? Had it all been just a dream? Was he really starting to loose his mind completely? Too many questions, he had to calm down. Calm down. That was what he had done last night before he went into the forest. It had not been a dream.
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Deep in the forest, the sun had risen, but in the grove, a lacework of branches created a high ceiling, and protected all from the brightness of the new morning. On the ground, two beings lay in silent slumber, in all their vampiric beauty amidst the blood red roses.
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Wufei had calmed down, and in all truth had even ceased to think at all. The night's events had been too puzzling. Who were the mysterious persons in the clearing? They scared him, but something about them also drew him nearer. He would return to them the next night. Perhaps they would even answer some of the questions he was asking himself, but only they could answer. They were strange yet beautiful in a way and Wufei sat back and wished for darkness to come again soon. Darkness would tell him all he needed to know.
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Darkness finally came. Wufei traveled into the woods. The clearing seemed harder to find then it had been the night before, but maybe he had not come this way. No, this had been the way. He pushed past a particular branch, and found himself staring into red violet orbs.
"So, you did come back." Wufei jumped backward and fell into the branch. "Don't run away. I didn't mean to scare you like that. It's just that I was so happy to see you. Heero's gone again." Duo moved over and sat on the ground beside Wufei. His eyes. They were so beautiful, and they almost had a hypnotic air about them. The way they shone, there seemed to be fire behind each beautiful sphere.
Duo took Wufei's hair down. Wufei was not used to having it down in front of other people, and the confidence with which Duo moved made him all the more uncomfortable. There was something about the boy's confidence that seemed like trouble. "You look really nice with your hair down. You should wear it that way more often. Perhaps you could whenever you come here to be with me." Duo started to say something else, but before he could a figure approached from behind him. He stopped and looked back warily. "Why are you here, Velius? Heero isn't here." The figure then emerged from the shadows. He was tall with blonde hair, and his face was rough and unshaven. He held a look in his eye that reminded Wufei of a tiger. He smiled evilly to reveal fangs covered in blood. Duo stiffened, then moved closer to Wufei.
"I told you he isn't here, so you might as well leave. I know you're only looking for a fight." Velius laughed. "And you certainly couldn't fulfill my bloodthirsty hunger could you? So I am hoping that perhaps your other little friend might be able to satisfy me." Duo jumped up from where he was sitting. "Don't underestimate me! Just because I don't like to fight, doesn't mean that I can't fight!" Velius grinned, the evil never leaving his expression. "Fight? And why would I want to fight you? Especially when there's so much more we could do." Suddenly Velius' lips were on Duo's and then his tongue entered his mouth. Duo's eyes were wide with shock, then squeezed shut tightly as he tried to escape from Velius' iron grip.
Velius pulled back. "and just think, I will still get to taste your blood." A moment of fear brushed Duo's face. Then the wind began to blow. Without warning Velius fell to the ground. Behind him stood Heero, bloody knife in hand. "Leave here." Heero's words were barely a whisper, but they were heard with more than sound. Velius' wounds were already beginning to heal. And he stood, but he never left. "Do you think that you can beat me with a dirty trick like attacking me from behind?" Heero stared Velius in the eye. His gaze was cold and deadly. "no. but this should do the trick." Heero lunged forward, catching Velius completely off guard. The knife dug into him piercing his heart. Blood splattered the ground. Velius was dead.
Heero dropped the knife. Velius' blood covered his hands and face. He looked down at his hands. His eyes showed nothing of any type of emotion. He had killed another, yet he felt nothing. Anger had turned him into something animalistic. Then he turned slowly to meet with Duo's gaze. Duo sat on the ground near where Velius had fallen the first time. He looked as if he were torn between something of confusion and anger, with a little bit of horror mixed in. tears streamed from his eyes, and his mouth opened when Heero looked at him. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a half strangled cry. Immediately, Heero rushed to him, and embraced him. One solitary tear trickled down his cheek and fell upon the blood stained roses.
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There is a feeling that all of us feel. What is the word for that? Not love. No. something so much different yet so much the same. It flows through us and confuses our minds as it contrasts to the natural impulses within us.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of the characters from the show. They're all owned by other people who won't share their money with me. (
What's that word? The one that everyone wants to grasp but no one can seem to form with mortal lips. What is the word that puts scholars in turmoil over exactness, but doesn't seem to matter to the ones it should? What is the word that means so much but means so little at all? I try to think but my mind hides it from me.
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Wufei tried to think. What should he do? He wanted to beat this jerk's face in, but surely there would be more honor in a different method. Alex threw him up against the lockers for a second time. "I told you to stay out of my way!" he said angrily. Wufei asked himself again why he was taking this from this idiot. But the answer was still the same. 'Because you aren't going to stoop down to his level.' He hated it. Alex kept on accusing him of looking at his girlfriend Amy, but Wufei wouldn't have looked at Amy had she run down the hall in a chicken suit. He thought her ugly, arrogant and rude.
'Oh well, birds of a feather.' he thought to himself. Alex called him something he wouldn't even dared to have said, and Wufei decided he had had just about enough from this moron, when Mr. Kennit stormed down the hall. "Hey! What's this all about?!" he demanded in his best domineering voice. Mr. Kennit was the literature teacher, and a wimp. He was even smaller than Wufei. The odds that he could manhandle Alex, the captain of the football team, were pretty slim to none. But Alex loosened his grip on Wufei's shirt. He knew what it meant. Alex was always in a fight. The way things were going suspension wasn't very far off for him, and that would mean not being able to play football anymore.
Alex retreated in the other direction, along with his loyal gang of trash. "Are you alright?" Mr. Kennit offered to Wufei. "You'd better be more careful! At this rate, you aren't going to live to make it through high school!" then he walked off leaving Wufei to his own thoughts. He didn't like how this day was turning out at all.
He ran out to the parking lot and was half way home on his motorcycle before anyone even noticed he was gone from school. As he entered the driveway of the small trailer he and his cousin, Egan, shared, his cousin walked out on the small porch to meet him. "And just why are you home from school early again?" the voice was mockingly stern. Egan had been named Wufei's legal guardian after the death of Wufei's parents when Wufei was only 10 years old. He was a friendly and happy go lucky sort of guy, and could rarely muster anger toward anyone, least of all Wufei. He enjoyed the company of his younger cousin, and Wufei felt a sense of belonging with Egan. He was fun. At almost twenty-eight years old, you'd never tell it. He still acted like he was eleven.
"Don't mess with me," Wufei retorted jokingly, "I had it rough today!" Egan only laughed again and re-entered the trailer. Wufei followed. The trailer was very small and not in the best condition in the world. It was a wonder the social workers hadn't been knocking on the door more than they already had been. "I'm going out." Egan said. Wufei sat down on the old couch that served as one of the living room's only pieces of furnishings. "Hey, I just got here! Where ya goin'?" Egan shrugged. "eh, out." Wufei arched an eyebrow. "Oh, well, that's real descriptive." Egan grabbed his jacket and headed toward the door. "Be back!" he said with a smile on his face. The smile he always seemed to have. Goofy, and unpredictable. It was Egan.
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That was the last time Wufei ever saw that smile. Egan had been on his way to the local convenience store, but he never made it there. A car had sped out of a hard to see road and crashed into Egan's car. Right into the driver's seat. He never even made it to the hospital.
Wufei lived alone in the old trailer now. He had turned eighteen only a couple of months after Egan's death, so he was just considered of legal age a little early to avoid confusion and inconvenience. 'Inconvenience. That's what life was.' Wufei mused. 'Nothing but Hell.' The thought was something he had always thought but especially now. Now he was completely alone. He felt lonely and restless. He rarely spoke now. He had no one to speak to.
Nights passed. Nights were especially hard to bear, because at night, the darkness of his mind was now matched with the darkness of his physical surroundings. Eventually, everything became so unbearable he had to escape. He had to get away from the empty trailer. Almost breaking the door, he flung himself outside. Wufei stood on the porch gasping for air. Was insanity finally staring to take its toll? He breathed deeply for a few minutes, grasping the railing with fists of iron.
Now he was calm. Darkness swept back over him in torrents, and a nauseating silence reverberated in his ears. He once again began to think of the pleasant thoughts of death. Eternal sleep. His only comfort.
He turned around, and the small patch of woods behind the trailer caught his eye. He stared at them with longing, as they seemed to call for him. Then without knowing why or where, he made his way into the forest.
He had been in this forest many times before now, but now it seemed different. And it seemed the trees clung to a darkness all their own. As Wufei pushed forward, he could feel something within himself. There was something up ahead. He couldn't see anything, but somehow he knew there would be some wonderful treasure at the end of this path. He hastily pushed his way into a clearing and found he couldn't have been more right.
The clearing was full of natural beauty, and it amazed Wufei that he had never crossed it before. Soft grass formed a comforting carpet floor laced with roses. Beautiful roses. Roses of the deepest blood red, with black etched along the tips of each delicate petal. A large tree stood sovereign in the center of the clearing, and resting in its boughs was the most beautiful being Wufei had ever seen. It was a boy, but he was surprisingly feminine in appearance, and wore a robe of rich silken red. His hair was incredibly long, and he wore it down; rose petals carelessly tossed within its lovely chestnut tresses.
Wufei stood on the edge of the clearing, unable to speak or to move. Suddenly, the beautiful creature opened his eyes. He turned his head and gasped in surprise when he saw Wufei. Though he was obviously startled, he did not move. Instead, he gazed at Wufei with gorgeous, shining eyes. Lovely eyes of a deep red violet. Then the soft, red lips of the beauty moved as if to speak, but before he could say a word, another man appeared as if from out of a shadow.
He was handsome, with tousled brown hair and piercing ice blue eyes. He wore a pair of form fitting black pants that showed off the muscles in his legs. A loose dark blue button up shirt, soft and satin, unbuttoned a little at both the top and bottom to show off his well-muscled chest. They were the perfect pair. Complementing each other in every perfect detail. Wufei couldn't quite explain his thoughts toward the two mysterious individuals, but there was something about them that just seemed to scream of perfection.
The second male looked at him with contempt. "What are you doing here?" he inquired angrily. Wufei didn't know what to answer. He really had no idea why he was here. But the man didn't give him time to answer the question as he advanced upon him, dagger in hand. Wufei knew he should run but something held him to the spot. "Please stop, Hee-chan." 'Hee-chan' turned back to his red robed counterpart. "What are you doing? I'm going to kill him. You're not going to save this one." The red-violet eyed boy looked sorrowfully at his 'Hee-chan' "I really wish that you wouldn't. I don't like it. Besides, Heero, I want someone to talk to." Heero put his dagger away. "You have me. You'll always have me, Duo."
Wufei contemplated that this would be a good time to run, but the same force still held him to his place on the lovely grass carpet. It wasn't just fear.
"Yes, but you are always gone, Heero. I get lonely here by myself all the time. Please, don't kill him. No." Heero stared at the longhaired angel. "Fine. But you let him go first." At that point Wufei realized with much concern that all eyes were once again on him. "I am not going to hurt you." Heero said as he moved toward him, "Duo wishes for you to stay alive."
Wufei processed this. He was going to get to live. That was good, but were they together? What were they up to? "I assure you, we are not up to anything such as what you are thinking. And we are only together in friendship." This startled Wufei. How had he known what he had been thinking? "I see you are surprised." Heero started again, "Your thoughts are not mysteries unto me, nor are they to Duo. We are..let's just say we're not quite like you."
If things hadn't confused Wufei up until now, it was surely going to start. What were they? Demons? No, they only had the appearances of angels. But then again, Heero had tried to kill him. He could sense both beautiful pairs of eyes on him as he stood, still stuck in the same posture. "Let me go." he demanded weakly. Duo slid down from his branch in the tree. "I will let you go, but only under one condition. Please, don't run." Before he could even say yes or no, he felt his body relax and he could move again. But still, he didn't run. Why? Why didn't he run? Perhaps he had been lonely for too long.
"There now. I knew I could trust you that you wouldn't run." Wufei still felt like there was something, a specific reason, that these being wanted him to stay. "What is it that you want with me." He was frightened, his voice barely a whisper. But sharp ears picked up every word. "I just want someone that I can talk to." Duo explained, "and if I am not mistaken, you could also use someone." Again, the shock that these two seemed to know a little more than Wufei was comfortable with, but before he could ask about it, Heero moved closer to Duo and the two shared a deep open mouthed kiss.
Wufei's eyes grew wide and he didn't know what to do. Running seemed like a good choice of action."Friendship?" he heard himself ask before he realized it. Heero smirked. "It's a very strong friendship." Duo smiled weakly. Something about the way he acted hinted at unhappiness. Heero sensed it as well, and turned to comfort Duo. "I just want him to know that you are mine and that I love you." The longhaired angel pushed away the startled prince. "I told you that I didn't want that! Just because that's what so many others of our kind have been turning to lately, I don't want it!" Heero looked hurt. "I didn't mean.I do love you and you know what I mean by that. You are all that I have, as I am all that you have." Duo walked toward Wufei. "I am sorry. We have been bad hosts. Please come back tomorrow night. You must go now."
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Wufei awoke, back in his own bed. Where was the grass and the tree? Where were the two strangers? Had it all been just a dream? Was he really starting to loose his mind completely? Too many questions, he had to calm down. Calm down. That was what he had done last night before he went into the forest. It had not been a dream.
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Deep in the forest, the sun had risen, but in the grove, a lacework of branches created a high ceiling, and protected all from the brightness of the new morning. On the ground, two beings lay in silent slumber, in all their vampiric beauty amidst the blood red roses.
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Wufei had calmed down, and in all truth had even ceased to think at all. The night's events had been too puzzling. Who were the mysterious persons in the clearing? They scared him, but something about them also drew him nearer. He would return to them the next night. Perhaps they would even answer some of the questions he was asking himself, but only they could answer. They were strange yet beautiful in a way and Wufei sat back and wished for darkness to come again soon. Darkness would tell him all he needed to know.
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Darkness finally came. Wufei traveled into the woods. The clearing seemed harder to find then it had been the night before, but maybe he had not come this way. No, this had been the way. He pushed past a particular branch, and found himself staring into red violet orbs.
"So, you did come back." Wufei jumped backward and fell into the branch. "Don't run away. I didn't mean to scare you like that. It's just that I was so happy to see you. Heero's gone again." Duo moved over and sat on the ground beside Wufei. His eyes. They were so beautiful, and they almost had a hypnotic air about them. The way they shone, there seemed to be fire behind each beautiful sphere.
Duo took Wufei's hair down. Wufei was not used to having it down in front of other people, and the confidence with which Duo moved made him all the more uncomfortable. There was something about the boy's confidence that seemed like trouble. "You look really nice with your hair down. You should wear it that way more often. Perhaps you could whenever you come here to be with me." Duo started to say something else, but before he could a figure approached from behind him. He stopped and looked back warily. "Why are you here, Velius? Heero isn't here." The figure then emerged from the shadows. He was tall with blonde hair, and his face was rough and unshaven. He held a look in his eye that reminded Wufei of a tiger. He smiled evilly to reveal fangs covered in blood. Duo stiffened, then moved closer to Wufei.
"I told you he isn't here, so you might as well leave. I know you're only looking for a fight." Velius laughed. "And you certainly couldn't fulfill my bloodthirsty hunger could you? So I am hoping that perhaps your other little friend might be able to satisfy me." Duo jumped up from where he was sitting. "Don't underestimate me! Just because I don't like to fight, doesn't mean that I can't fight!" Velius grinned, the evil never leaving his expression. "Fight? And why would I want to fight you? Especially when there's so much more we could do." Suddenly Velius' lips were on Duo's and then his tongue entered his mouth. Duo's eyes were wide with shock, then squeezed shut tightly as he tried to escape from Velius' iron grip.
Velius pulled back. "and just think, I will still get to taste your blood." A moment of fear brushed Duo's face. Then the wind began to blow. Without warning Velius fell to the ground. Behind him stood Heero, bloody knife in hand. "Leave here." Heero's words were barely a whisper, but they were heard with more than sound. Velius' wounds were already beginning to heal. And he stood, but he never left. "Do you think that you can beat me with a dirty trick like attacking me from behind?" Heero stared Velius in the eye. His gaze was cold and deadly. "no. but this should do the trick." Heero lunged forward, catching Velius completely off guard. The knife dug into him piercing his heart. Blood splattered the ground. Velius was dead.
Heero dropped the knife. Velius' blood covered his hands and face. He looked down at his hands. His eyes showed nothing of any type of emotion. He had killed another, yet he felt nothing. Anger had turned him into something animalistic. Then he turned slowly to meet with Duo's gaze. Duo sat on the ground near where Velius had fallen the first time. He looked as if he were torn between something of confusion and anger, with a little bit of horror mixed in. tears streamed from his eyes, and his mouth opened when Heero looked at him. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a half strangled cry. Immediately, Heero rushed to him, and embraced him. One solitary tear trickled down his cheek and fell upon the blood stained roses.
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There is a feeling that all of us feel. What is the word for that? Not love. No. something so much different yet so much the same. It flows through us and confuses our minds as it contrasts to the natural impulses within us.