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Title: Fighting the Mirror
Part: 1
Author: Maiyako
Disclaimer: Don't own em so don't sue
Pairings: 2x1, 3x4, ?5x2? ( ^.~)
Warnings: Yaoi, AU, OOCness, cursing, and a little angst.
Archive: if anyone would actually want to sure, just tell me first kay?
C&C: yes please
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Heero leaned against the brick wall, he was careful not to shake the two sodas he held in his hands as he checked his watch. It was 3:05 p.m. and there was still no sign of Trowa. Trowa was supposed to have met him at 1:30. //It's not like Trowa to make me wiat like this// The sodas had long since become too warm to drink but he kept them anyways just to have another thing to throw in Trowa's face while he was bitching him out.
//This was the whole reason I asked to talk to him, him pulling these damn disapearing acts.// Duo, Quatre, Wufei and Heero had met to talk about these disappearances. Both Heero and Wufei had favored the "beat some sense into him" method, but Quatre was not to fond of the idea of having his lover beat up. Duo suggested that someone talk to him, do the whole "I'm your friend no matter what and I'm here for you" routine and see what he spills.
Heero wiped the sweat off his brow, sweeping his matted brown hair to one side of his forehead. //How'd I get stuck with this?// he sighed and pushed himself off the wall with his heel and started to head down the deserted streets.l.//I should have left a long time ago.//
As he walked past an alley a fimiliar braid caught his attention. //Duo?// Heero thought //He didn't know I was meeting Trowa here.// He pressed himself flat against the wall and looked int the alley slowly. He felt bad for spying on Duo especially after Duo so often stressed the importance of trust in a relationship, but he looked anyways. That was definitely Duo in there, he'd know that braid anywhere seeing as how he had incorporated it as a prop in many of their sexual endeavors. The was another figure in the dark. Heero strained to make it out and get a better view. Duo pulled the other figure closer and Heero watched as Duo leaned forward and kissed it. Heero's eyes narrowed and he recognized the familiar rigidness and posture, then it hit Heero, //…Wufei!?!//
A small explosion made the two turn to face Heero's corner but by then he was gone, walking back toward his apartment. The cause of the noise,the two soda cans, had cut into Heero's skin when he had crushed them. The cuts burned and his hands dripped a mixture of brown syrup and blood but Heero thought of none of this. None of this pain could compare with his loss. The loss of a friend, a lover, and the loss of his trust.
Quatre stared blankly at the ceiling as he lay on his back, the tears tricklng down from the corners of his eyes. He made no attempt to hold them back, that was Trowa's job, to make him happy, and to make the tears go away. He lay on thf floor, ha had not been able to go near his bed for over a month now. //Bed// he thought // that's what it was before Trowa, a place to lay and rest but now I can't go near it with out crying…now it's just a coffin, a wooden box to lay in cold and alone.// He rolled over onto his side and propped his head on his elbow. The TV buzzed on behind him, "There have been reports of another attack on the near by military base LU 38. It was believed to be done by the child terrorist…" Quatre heard none of this, he was too busy listening…listening inside himself…listening for a heart beat. He strained to hear the steady beat of its drum. He didn't know why he listend so hard, he knew he wouldn't find it. How could he? It was broken.
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Heero walked slowly into his apartment he shared with Duo. He slammed the door shut behind him; the noise made Duo, who was lying atop his bed reading a book, look up. //He got home before me// Heero stated to himself emotionlessly, even though he had walked all 17 miles home so it had been quite the walk.
Duo smiled at him as he tossed his paperback aside, "Did you solve our little mystery?" He asked his voiced mixed with curiousity and cheerfulness. Heero walked past him to the sink and began to rinse the blood from his hands.
Duo, upon seeing his lover's wounds rushed to his aid. He pulled Heero's hands toward him and asked, "How did you get these?!? Did Trowa do this?" The worry that filled his deep violot eyes became anger but was again overridden by worry.
Heero clentched his right fist and slammed it into the braided pilot's stomach, and he fell forward trying to support himself on Heero. Clutchhing his stomach Duo looked up at him slowly, his eyes squinting in pain, his mouth still in that eternal smile, showing his teeth clentched as if holding in the pain. "Hee…chan…?" He managed to get out as a dry whisper. The perfect solider backed away allowing Duo to fall forward on his face. He started to leave but turned back toward the crumbled heaped that had been the boy he loved, "if you value your life at all you will keep the necessary distance."
Duo struggled to get up but by the time he could turn his head to the door Heero was gone.
Heero stepped into a cab and headed toward the Winer estate. As he sat in the back he noticed a strand of Duo's hair attached to his shirt. The long chestnut brown thread glistened in the darkness of the taxi. He pulled the strand off and opened the window, letting the wind catch.
Wufei stared at the other three pilots. Duo seemed like a lost puppy, his deep eyes seemed to be filled with questions and he clutched his stomach in disbelief as he leaned against the white painted wall of Quatre's living room.
Quatre sat on the floor in front of his off-white leather couch hugging his kneeshis chest. Wufei wondered if the fact that Quatre always seemed to poition himself so low on the ground was a repercussion of Trowa's behavior.
Heero seemed to have returned to perfect solider mode. It almost seemed for awhile that him being with Duo made Heero seem a little for civilian but Wufei guessed he was wrong as Heero sat at the table surrounded by maps of the city planning how they would fan out and search for Trowa.
Wufei summed up the situation with it's obvious content. Duo and Heero had a fight, Heero won. Quatre really believed that Trowa had betrayed him.
Wufei smirked at Quatre; to him the boy was a few organs short of being a woman but even so Wufei had sympathy for the boy.
No one spoke. Wufei quickly lost interest in his companions and attempted to search for something that would better occupy his time. Across the rooom he spooted. The TV was running a news story on what appeared to be a military base, but Wufei coulhn't make out much more than that because someone had muted the TV. He was about to find something else to focus on when he saw parts of the base go up in flames. He strode across the room to the TV and mashed the volume up button. From the corner of his eye he caught Heero's glare but it didn't matter to him. His interest and that of the other three boys was now on what the announcer was saying. "…the gundam pilots. I repeat, earlier today Military Base LU38 was destroyed by what officials claim was a terrorist attack by Gundam pilots. We will inform you as more news is made aviable to us. Back to you Slaven. " "Thank you Unistka and in other news tonight-"
Wufei shut off the TV and turned to the others, his eyes locked on Quatre, "So what do we do now?"
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to be continued…
Title: Fighting the Mirror
Part: 1
Author: Maiyako
Disclaimer: Don't own em so don't sue
Pairings: 2x1, 3x4, ?5x2? ( ^.~)
Warnings: Yaoi, AU, OOCness, cursing, and a little angst.
Archive: if anyone would actually want to sure, just tell me first kay?
C&C: yes please
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Heero leaned against the brick wall, he was careful not to shake the two sodas he held in his hands as he checked his watch. It was 3:05 p.m. and there was still no sign of Trowa. Trowa was supposed to have met him at 1:30. //It's not like Trowa to make me wiat like this// The sodas had long since become too warm to drink but he kept them anyways just to have another thing to throw in Trowa's face while he was bitching him out.
//This was the whole reason I asked to talk to him, him pulling these damn disapearing acts.// Duo, Quatre, Wufei and Heero had met to talk about these disappearances. Both Heero and Wufei had favored the "beat some sense into him" method, but Quatre was not to fond of the idea of having his lover beat up. Duo suggested that someone talk to him, do the whole "I'm your friend no matter what and I'm here for you" routine and see what he spills.
Heero wiped the sweat off his brow, sweeping his matted brown hair to one side of his forehead. //How'd I get stuck with this?// he sighed and pushed himself off the wall with his heel and started to head down the deserted streets.l.//I should have left a long time ago.//
As he walked past an alley a fimiliar braid caught his attention. //Duo?// Heero thought //He didn't know I was meeting Trowa here.// He pressed himself flat against the wall and looked int the alley slowly. He felt bad for spying on Duo especially after Duo so often stressed the importance of trust in a relationship, but he looked anyways. That was definitely Duo in there, he'd know that braid anywhere seeing as how he had incorporated it as a prop in many of their sexual endeavors. The was another figure in the dark. Heero strained to make it out and get a better view. Duo pulled the other figure closer and Heero watched as Duo leaned forward and kissed it. Heero's eyes narrowed and he recognized the familiar rigidness and posture, then it hit Heero, //…Wufei!?!//
A small explosion made the two turn to face Heero's corner but by then he was gone, walking back toward his apartment. The cause of the noise,the two soda cans, had cut into Heero's skin when he had crushed them. The cuts burned and his hands dripped a mixture of brown syrup and blood but Heero thought of none of this. None of this pain could compare with his loss. The loss of a friend, a lover, and the loss of his trust.
Quatre stared blankly at the ceiling as he lay on his back, the tears tricklng down from the corners of his eyes. He made no attempt to hold them back, that was Trowa's job, to make him happy, and to make the tears go away. He lay on thf floor, ha had not been able to go near his bed for over a month now. //Bed// he thought // that's what it was before Trowa, a place to lay and rest but now I can't go near it with out crying…now it's just a coffin, a wooden box to lay in cold and alone.// He rolled over onto his side and propped his head on his elbow. The TV buzzed on behind him, "There have been reports of another attack on the near by military base LU 38. It was believed to be done by the child terrorist…" Quatre heard none of this, he was too busy listening…listening inside himself…listening for a heart beat. He strained to hear the steady beat of its drum. He didn't know why he listend so hard, he knew he wouldn't find it. How could he? It was broken.
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Heero walked slowly into his apartment he shared with Duo. He slammed the door shut behind him; the noise made Duo, who was lying atop his bed reading a book, look up. //He got home before me// Heero stated to himself emotionlessly, even though he had walked all 17 miles home so it had been quite the walk.
Duo smiled at him as he tossed his paperback aside, "Did you solve our little mystery?" He asked his voiced mixed with curiousity and cheerfulness. Heero walked past him to the sink and began to rinse the blood from his hands.
Duo, upon seeing his lover's wounds rushed to his aid. He pulled Heero's hands toward him and asked, "How did you get these?!? Did Trowa do this?" The worry that filled his deep violot eyes became anger but was again overridden by worry.
Heero clentched his right fist and slammed it into the braided pilot's stomach, and he fell forward trying to support himself on Heero. Clutchhing his stomach Duo looked up at him slowly, his eyes squinting in pain, his mouth still in that eternal smile, showing his teeth clentched as if holding in the pain. "Hee…chan…?" He managed to get out as a dry whisper. The perfect solider backed away allowing Duo to fall forward on his face. He started to leave but turned back toward the crumbled heaped that had been the boy he loved, "if you value your life at all you will keep the necessary distance."
Duo struggled to get up but by the time he could turn his head to the door Heero was gone.
Heero stepped into a cab and headed toward the Winer estate. As he sat in the back he noticed a strand of Duo's hair attached to his shirt. The long chestnut brown thread glistened in the darkness of the taxi. He pulled the strand off and opened the window, letting the wind catch.
Wufei stared at the other three pilots. Duo seemed like a lost puppy, his deep eyes seemed to be filled with questions and he clutched his stomach in disbelief as he leaned against the white painted wall of Quatre's living room.
Quatre sat on the floor in front of his off-white leather couch hugging his kneeshis chest. Wufei wondered if the fact that Quatre always seemed to poition himself so low on the ground was a repercussion of Trowa's behavior.
Heero seemed to have returned to perfect solider mode. It almost seemed for awhile that him being with Duo made Heero seem a little for civilian but Wufei guessed he was wrong as Heero sat at the table surrounded by maps of the city planning how they would fan out and search for Trowa.
Wufei summed up the situation with it's obvious content. Duo and Heero had a fight, Heero won. Quatre really believed that Trowa had betrayed him.
Wufei smirked at Quatre; to him the boy was a few organs short of being a woman but even so Wufei had sympathy for the boy.
No one spoke. Wufei quickly lost interest in his companions and attempted to search for something that would better occupy his time. Across the rooom he spooted. The TV was running a news story on what appeared to be a military base, but Wufei coulhn't make out much more than that because someone had muted the TV. He was about to find something else to focus on when he saw parts of the base go up in flames. He strode across the room to the TV and mashed the volume up button. From the corner of his eye he caught Heero's glare but it didn't matter to him. His interest and that of the other three boys was now on what the announcer was saying. "…the gundam pilots. I repeat, earlier today Military Base LU38 was destroyed by what officials claim was a terrorist attack by Gundam pilots. We will inform you as more news is made aviable to us. Back to you Slaven. " "Thank you Unistka and in other news tonight-"
Wufei shut off the TV and turned to the others, his eyes locked on Quatre, "So what do we do now?"
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to be continued…