Death Valley
Author: Shinimegami21
Pairings: 13x2, 3x4x5, 1xR, 6x9 Past 1x2
Warnings: Yaoi, AU, Set after EW
Summary: It's been about 5 years since the end of the war. All the GW boys are 22 and Trieze is 28. Trieze lived through the end of the war purely be accident. He is now going by the name Trieze Williams. Duo has become a very popular singer but also very lonely. They meet at a nightclub and sparks fly. But after his tragic past, and be betrayed by his friend and ex-lover, will Duo let himself love again?
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, it's characters, or any of the songs that I use. They all belong to their respective owners. So don't sue!! All you'll do is waste paper and money.
Duo Maxwell sighed as he stopped typing to scrub at his eyes. He still hadn't gotten the song to his liking. It just didn't come out right, no matter what he did. Duo pushed himself away from the laptop and walked into the kitchen. He rummaged through the fridge, the cupboards, cabinets, and pantry before realizing he had absolutely nothing in the house that resembled food. He sighed yet again, then winced as the sound seemed to echo throughout the house. Duo hated to admit it, but he was lonely. He missed the guys. He hadn't talked to them in about 5 years. He had kept tabs on them though.
Quatre Winner was head of Winner Industries and frequently on tv. He also had his Head of Security and Personal Assistant by his side aka his two highly possessive husbands. Trowa Barton and Chang Wufei. Trowa had gone back to the circus after the war but found that he couldn't live without Quatre. So he went back and told Quatre how he felt. Quatre was in high spirits to say the least.
Wufei had been traveling around China when he had run into Quatre and Trowa, who were there for a business conference. They had all fallen for each other after about 4 months of circling around each other. Finally, Quatre had gotten Wufei drunk and he had blurted out how he felt in a drunken haze. And the rest was history. They had gotten married about 2 ½ years ago and were very content from what Duo saw.
Who would have thought that those three would have gotten together? Although, Duo wasn't that surprised when he had read about it in the newspaper. He had seen all the glances they had stolen at the each other when they thought nobody was looking during the war. Duo was happy for them. Really he was, and he wished them all the best.
Relena and Heero…what a subject. They had gotten together shortly after the Marimeia incident. Heero had left Duo saying that Relena needed him more than Duo did. Something about protecting the peace and whatnot. Relena had finally proposed to Heero, making it out to be a permanent mission and as we all know Heero NEVER turns down a mission. So there they were, the perfect couple. They were married on worldwide tv about 4 years ago. Duo just knew that Relena was gloating on how she had finally gotten Heero and Duo was miserable.
And where was Duo? Well, after Heero had left him, Duo had wandered around for a while, trying to mend his broken heart. It hadn't worked. Nobody made him feel like Heero had. Soon he had run low in money. Sure he had his war accounts and the money he had hacked from OZ but he didn't want anybody to know where he was. He had quickly ended up on L2 where he was least likely to be found and started singing in bars for money.
One night he got extremely lucky and a music producer had been in the crowd that night and had given him a record deal. It had been his biggest break ever! The CD had been a big hit on L2 and now Carlos, his manager, wanted to put his CD on the other colonies and Earth. Duo was slightly cautious though. He knew that the others had probably looked for him, well, Quatre at least. But when Shinigami didn't want to be found, he wouldn't be and Duo definitely didn't want to be found. But now that his CD might be going to Earth and all over the colonies, he might not have a choice.
Duo came back to his senses to realize that he had been standing in his kitchen for a full 10 minutes. He looked at his watch and cursed. He had been so busy thinking about the past he now only had 45 minutes before his show. He quickly ran into the bathroom to take a shower.
In the last 5 years since he had seen the guys, he had changed, both physically and mentally. He was still short, standing at a measly 5'5" but his face had matured. His braid now hit his shins (AN: the shins are above the calves. Google magic my friends, look it up.) and pooled on the floor when he let it loose. He was still skinny but had muscle, not enough to make him look like Arnold Swarzaneggar but enough to give him a slight build. His eyes had gone from a cobalt blue-kinda purplish to a full blown violet as he had aged. They were now a deep violet color that seemed to turn black when he was angry. Mentally, he had wizened and matured as well. And he was no longer used the joker mask he had used in the war. Now he was calm and collected, sometimes just cold and somewhat cynical but overall, still very dangerous. His instincts had sharpened instead of winding down. After all, this was L2.
Duo quickly took a shower, carefully washing his hair. Then, hopping out of the shower, walked into his bedroom. He quickly reached the closet and pulled out his clubbing clothes. He would have to hurry if he wanted to make it to Death Valley, his favorite club that wanted him to play, in time for his gig. Duo pulled out his makeup bag and put on black eyeliner, purple eyeshadow, black mascara, and sprinkled purple glitter all over himself. Then he turned to his jewelry box and put in his silver nipple ring and his silver cross, which he had made into a choker. Then he put in his little silver earring. After that his slid his black leather pants on and a violet sleeveless top that left an expanse of toned midriff bare, which showed the beginnings of a tattoo on his hipbone. He then walked back into the bathroom to blow-dry his hair. Then he brushed it into a high pony-tail. As he took in the effect in the mirror, he shoved his feet into his black combat boots. Then he turned to his small arsenal and started arming himself. Four knives went into each boot, but carefully so he could quickly pull it if he needed to without cutting his own leg off. A pistol went into the holster at the small of his back and his lockpicks were spread out around his outfit. But not so they was obvious. He never knew when some rabid fan would try to kidnap him or something. Duo smirked as he looked himself over one last time then he grabbed his keys and his black leather jacket and walked out the door, locking it behind him.