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A/N: After the depressing disclaimer, my story will now continue. Please, if you want to flame me, go ahead. It's just if you hate the fic, why do you even bother to read it or review? But whatever, I have a way to deal with Flamers *In backround:* Aaaaiiii!!!! Hot! Hot! HOT!! *Me:* Now do you like flames? Can't take a dose of your own medicine? Ha ha ha!
Duo's POV
I came up to our bedroom door and kicked it open, sporting a bloody lip. I stormed through, stomping the ground in anger. It was one of those days. I slammed the door shut, hoping I had disturbed Heero, who was working on his laptop, as always.
"I hate you Heero!" I screamed to him. I went to his laptop and smashed the lid down. Unfortunatly, Heero's fingers weren't under them.
Heero's gave me a really pissed look and grabbed my long braid, pulling hard. "Don't you ever dare do that again or I'll kill you," He wispered in a deadly voice, giving me his death glare.
Usually I would have winced and cowered, promising I would never do that again. But today I was in no mood to play mercy. It wasn't the smartest move I have ever made in my life, and probably the dumbest, but I grabbed Heero's hair in return.
"This is what it feels like to have your hair constantly pulled," I said, and tugged at the brown mass in my hand. "I hate you Heero Yuy," I was madder then hell at him.
Not to my surprise, Heero pulled out his gun and pointed it at me between the eyes. "I swear I'll shoot you, Duo Maxwell, if you don't let go of my hair right this instant," Heero said coldly, eyeing the dripping blood from my mouth.
Knowing Heero, he'd keep his promise, but I still didn't let go. "I'd be happier if you did," I waited for him to pull the trigger, pulling at the chunk of hair still lodged in my hand.
But the moments went by, and the gun hadn't been shot. I was confused why, but I didn't provoke Heero anymore. After a few seconds, we seemed to reach an silent agreement and let go of each other's hair.
I stomped to my bed and flung myself at the head. Heero had turned around to fix his laptop. I was still angry at him, the urge of wanting to kill him growing only stronger as I stayed in his presence.
I picked up my pillow and chucked it straight at Heero's head. My aim was perfect. Heero turned around and gave me furious stare (I returned it) and almost threw it back, but hesitated at the last moment.
Instead, he lightly tossed it to the foot of the bed. "Why are you so mad at me?" He said, looking straight into my eyes.
I turned my head and rested it on my arms. I gave a small snort and didn't answer. All I wanted to do was kill Heero several times painfully. Very painfully, and if possible, slowly. Tying him to a pole on fire with pyranas underneath and a lightning rod attached in a thunderstorm sounded good. Maybe an added noose (one that would not kill him instantly, but very very slowly), too.
"Duo," Heero demanded, trying to look me in the eye and failing. "What happened?" I still didn't reply.
If it had just been a normal bad day, one that Heero didn't do anything wrong or horribly cruel like today, I would have to restrain myself greatly- with the small amount of self control I posess-from leeching myself to him crying, and telling him all the awful things gone wrong that day.
But it wasn't a normal bad day, if those exist.
Heero left his seat by the computer and sat down beside me. I scooted away, showing him my back. He didn't seem to understand the message of 'leave me alone'. "Go away. I don't want to talk to traitors," I told him. Maybe he'd catch a hint and disappear.
Heero gently placed his hand on my turned hip. "Duo....?" His call was soft and concerned this time. I wanted to kill him for being so mean to me, and because I loved him so much (but not at the moment). I grunted.
"Do you want me to bring Quatre in here?" He was obviously lost for words, and Quatre always had the right thing to say. But the mentoning of Quatre reminded me of how he had stayed home sick today when I needed a friend.
"I hate you, Heero!!" I slammed my fist blindly at the hand placed on my side. Heero didn't take his hand off when I smacked it. "I had such a bad day today, and you only made it worse,"
"What happened? You look a real mess," He didn't have to add the last comment. Yeesh, didn't he ever consider anyone else's feelings? But it was sort of true that I looked like crap, but he didn't have to say it.
"You want to know what happened? I tell you what happened. Because you always leave for school before I even wake up, I slept in late cause my alarm clock got unplugged. So I ran to school and tripped when someone put out their foot. I fell, and cut myself on the forehead, and my cut didn't stop bleeding for a long time, getting my bangs dirty," I lifted up my bangs to show a cement scrape on my forehead and continued. "So I got to the cafeteria for some food. But all they had left was kiwi, and because I'm allergic to that crap, I went hungry. I got to History only to find out we have a project that is like, 98% of our final grade, and it doesn't help that I don't understand a single thing in that class and no one is kind enough to explain it to me. Oh, so I finally make it to lunch late because the math teacher held me back to say I'm flunking the class, and I don't even know half the stuff I'm supposed to AND it's my worst subject. While I hurried to the cafeteria the school bully grabs me and he and his gang beat the shit out of me cause I'm an easy target. When it's 6 against 1, and they can lift a 90lb wieght with 1 arm, and I can't even lift it with 2 arms, it's not a fair fight. And because I was so much fun to clobber, they decided to do it every freaking day. So I finally get to the lunchroom and nothing good is left, so I'm left with the reject food. After eating my poison, I looked for you and found you, but you kept ignoring me every single time I called you name. And even Trowa ignored me when I called to him while you two were talking. And because Wufei pretends to not know me, I was stuck with no one to talk to or help me when the dumb bullies came back after lunch. I was stuffed into the janitors closet. They jammed the door shut with a chair and I waited half an hour before some teacher rescued me. I was late for PE, but at least I was excused. We were playing my utmost least favorite sport football and were learning how to tackle. Because the coach doesn't like late people, excuse or not, I was the victim of 20 other people running full-strength head on to me. I hate being so skinny, don't you know. So I barely make it out of there alive after school only to have everyone ignore me again. So there you have it, my sucky day," It was a mouthful of a bad day, but I felt a little bit better now that it was off my chest.
Heero finally caught my eye. "Look Duo, I didn't mean to ignore you. You know I'd never do anything to hurt you on purpose." He wiped the blood from my lip. His hands felt so warm. "You're my...my best friend," That was it, I couldn't take it anymore. I had enough bad things happen to me today without Heero telling me I was just his best friend. Nothing more, just a friend. I couldn't take it.
I took off from the room. I think I emitted a dangerous aura that said 'stay away from me' because Heero didn't follow. I went into the kitchen to get something to eat.
Wufei was sitting at the table doing geometry. He didn't say anything when I came in looking mad. I think it was the aura again. I grabbed some milk and gulped it from the bottle. I don't usually do that, but today I gave myself special privlige. I also snatched a banana before going outside.
Outside was cloudy and dark. It was probably going to rain soon. I began to walk down the musty dirt path. I needed to get away from it all and be by myself. I had all these secrets I kept and I couldn't tell them to anyone.
After awhile of walking around nowhere I sat down and placed my head on my knees. Why couln't I lead a normal life? I had no parents to love me, no siblings to watch after. I couldn't even tell my best friends my darker secrets. Like how much I loved Heero and trembled when he spoke softly to me. Secrets I would forever keep hidden within my soul, having no one to share them with. A single tear trickled down my cheek, soon followed by more. I don't think my friends realize that there's more than meets the eye when it comes to me.
It began to rain. First it was only small droplets falling on my head, but as time passed, the rain came down harder and faster. I didn't care. Rain doesn't bother me, and neither does lightning and thunder. But after becoming thoroughly soaked, I moved underneath a enomous pine tree. It didn't stop all the rain from falling on me, but it covered me enough. Shinigami would not be beaten by the rain.
I didn't want to go back to that place I was tempoarily calling home. I began to shiver slightly and huddled up closer to the tree. I was exhausted from the wearisome day and quickly fell asleep from listening to the sound of angels crying, my own tears silent.
I woke up sometime in the middle of the night. It was very cold and my wet clothes made me shiver. I was having a little trouble breathing right. The rain was still pouring hard, but I could hear voices calling to me. I guess everyone was searching for me. Should I go back? I began to get up when I heard Heero.
"Duuuooo! Get back here! Duuuooo!" I froze. The love and hate of my life. I still hadn't forgotten the previous day. It was my turn to ignore him. I guess my anger and my feeling sorry for myself decided my next action. Maybe it was because I felt dizzy.
I laid back down in a curled position. It was raining too hard and I come out far enough that I knew they wouldn't find me. At that moment I was so confused on what to do. I wasn't sure if I wanted them to find me or not. My worries brought slumber to me again, and before I could sort out my feelings, I was asleep, breathing unevenly.
A/N: After the depressing disclaimer, my story will now continue. Please, if you want to flame me, go ahead. It's just if you hate the fic, why do you even bother to read it or review? But whatever, I have a way to deal with Flamers *In backround:* Aaaaiiii!!!! Hot! Hot! HOT!! *Me:* Now do you like flames? Can't take a dose of your own medicine? Ha ha ha!
Duo's POV
I came up to our bedroom door and kicked it open, sporting a bloody lip. I stormed through, stomping the ground in anger. It was one of those days. I slammed the door shut, hoping I had disturbed Heero, who was working on his laptop, as always.
"I hate you Heero!" I screamed to him. I went to his laptop and smashed the lid down. Unfortunatly, Heero's fingers weren't under them.
Heero's gave me a really pissed look and grabbed my long braid, pulling hard. "Don't you ever dare do that again or I'll kill you," He wispered in a deadly voice, giving me his death glare.
Usually I would have winced and cowered, promising I would never do that again. But today I was in no mood to play mercy. It wasn't the smartest move I have ever made in my life, and probably the dumbest, but I grabbed Heero's hair in return.
"This is what it feels like to have your hair constantly pulled," I said, and tugged at the brown mass in my hand. "I hate you Heero Yuy," I was madder then hell at him.
Not to my surprise, Heero pulled out his gun and pointed it at me between the eyes. "I swear I'll shoot you, Duo Maxwell, if you don't let go of my hair right this instant," Heero said coldly, eyeing the dripping blood from my mouth.
Knowing Heero, he'd keep his promise, but I still didn't let go. "I'd be happier if you did," I waited for him to pull the trigger, pulling at the chunk of hair still lodged in my hand.
But the moments went by, and the gun hadn't been shot. I was confused why, but I didn't provoke Heero anymore. After a few seconds, we seemed to reach an silent agreement and let go of each other's hair.
I stomped to my bed and flung myself at the head. Heero had turned around to fix his laptop. I was still angry at him, the urge of wanting to kill him growing only stronger as I stayed in his presence.
I picked up my pillow and chucked it straight at Heero's head. My aim was perfect. Heero turned around and gave me furious stare (I returned it) and almost threw it back, but hesitated at the last moment.
Instead, he lightly tossed it to the foot of the bed. "Why are you so mad at me?" He said, looking straight into my eyes.
I turned my head and rested it on my arms. I gave a small snort and didn't answer. All I wanted to do was kill Heero several times painfully. Very painfully, and if possible, slowly. Tying him to a pole on fire with pyranas underneath and a lightning rod attached in a thunderstorm sounded good. Maybe an added noose (one that would not kill him instantly, but very very slowly), too.
"Duo," Heero demanded, trying to look me in the eye and failing. "What happened?" I still didn't reply.
If it had just been a normal bad day, one that Heero didn't do anything wrong or horribly cruel like today, I would have to restrain myself greatly- with the small amount of self control I posess-from leeching myself to him crying, and telling him all the awful things gone wrong that day.
But it wasn't a normal bad day, if those exist.
Heero left his seat by the computer and sat down beside me. I scooted away, showing him my back. He didn't seem to understand the message of 'leave me alone'. "Go away. I don't want to talk to traitors," I told him. Maybe he'd catch a hint and disappear.
Heero gently placed his hand on my turned hip. "Duo....?" His call was soft and concerned this time. I wanted to kill him for being so mean to me, and because I loved him so much (but not at the moment). I grunted.
"Do you want me to bring Quatre in here?" He was obviously lost for words, and Quatre always had the right thing to say. But the mentoning of Quatre reminded me of how he had stayed home sick today when I needed a friend.
"I hate you, Heero!!" I slammed my fist blindly at the hand placed on my side. Heero didn't take his hand off when I smacked it. "I had such a bad day today, and you only made it worse,"
"What happened? You look a real mess," He didn't have to add the last comment. Yeesh, didn't he ever consider anyone else's feelings? But it was sort of true that I looked like crap, but he didn't have to say it.
"You want to know what happened? I tell you what happened. Because you always leave for school before I even wake up, I slept in late cause my alarm clock got unplugged. So I ran to school and tripped when someone put out their foot. I fell, and cut myself on the forehead, and my cut didn't stop bleeding for a long time, getting my bangs dirty," I lifted up my bangs to show a cement scrape on my forehead and continued. "So I got to the cafeteria for some food. But all they had left was kiwi, and because I'm allergic to that crap, I went hungry. I got to History only to find out we have a project that is like, 98% of our final grade, and it doesn't help that I don't understand a single thing in that class and no one is kind enough to explain it to me. Oh, so I finally make it to lunch late because the math teacher held me back to say I'm flunking the class, and I don't even know half the stuff I'm supposed to AND it's my worst subject. While I hurried to the cafeteria the school bully grabs me and he and his gang beat the shit out of me cause I'm an easy target. When it's 6 against 1, and they can lift a 90lb wieght with 1 arm, and I can't even lift it with 2 arms, it's not a fair fight. And because I was so much fun to clobber, they decided to do it every freaking day. So I finally get to the lunchroom and nothing good is left, so I'm left with the reject food. After eating my poison, I looked for you and found you, but you kept ignoring me every single time I called you name. And even Trowa ignored me when I called to him while you two were talking. And because Wufei pretends to not know me, I was stuck with no one to talk to or help me when the dumb bullies came back after lunch. I was stuffed into the janitors closet. They jammed the door shut with a chair and I waited half an hour before some teacher rescued me. I was late for PE, but at least I was excused. We were playing my utmost least favorite sport football and were learning how to tackle. Because the coach doesn't like late people, excuse or not, I was the victim of 20 other people running full-strength head on to me. I hate being so skinny, don't you know. So I barely make it out of there alive after school only to have everyone ignore me again. So there you have it, my sucky day," It was a mouthful of a bad day, but I felt a little bit better now that it was off my chest.
Heero finally caught my eye. "Look Duo, I didn't mean to ignore you. You know I'd never do anything to hurt you on purpose." He wiped the blood from my lip. His hands felt so warm. "You're my...my best friend," That was it, I couldn't take it anymore. I had enough bad things happen to me today without Heero telling me I was just his best friend. Nothing more, just a friend. I couldn't take it.
I took off from the room. I think I emitted a dangerous aura that said 'stay away from me' because Heero didn't follow. I went into the kitchen to get something to eat.
Wufei was sitting at the table doing geometry. He didn't say anything when I came in looking mad. I think it was the aura again. I grabbed some milk and gulped it from the bottle. I don't usually do that, but today I gave myself special privlige. I also snatched a banana before going outside.
Outside was cloudy and dark. It was probably going to rain soon. I began to walk down the musty dirt path. I needed to get away from it all and be by myself. I had all these secrets I kept and I couldn't tell them to anyone.
After awhile of walking around nowhere I sat down and placed my head on my knees. Why couln't I lead a normal life? I had no parents to love me, no siblings to watch after. I couldn't even tell my best friends my darker secrets. Like how much I loved Heero and trembled when he spoke softly to me. Secrets I would forever keep hidden within my soul, having no one to share them with. A single tear trickled down my cheek, soon followed by more. I don't think my friends realize that there's more than meets the eye when it comes to me.
It began to rain. First it was only small droplets falling on my head, but as time passed, the rain came down harder and faster. I didn't care. Rain doesn't bother me, and neither does lightning and thunder. But after becoming thoroughly soaked, I moved underneath a enomous pine tree. It didn't stop all the rain from falling on me, but it covered me enough. Shinigami would not be beaten by the rain.
I didn't want to go back to that place I was tempoarily calling home. I began to shiver slightly and huddled up closer to the tree. I was exhausted from the wearisome day and quickly fell asleep from listening to the sound of angels crying, my own tears silent.
I woke up sometime in the middle of the night. It was very cold and my wet clothes made me shiver. I was having a little trouble breathing right. The rain was still pouring hard, but I could hear voices calling to me. I guess everyone was searching for me. Should I go back? I began to get up when I heard Heero.
"Duuuooo! Get back here! Duuuooo!" I froze. The love and hate of my life. I still hadn't forgotten the previous day. It was my turn to ignore him. I guess my anger and my feeling sorry for myself decided my next action. Maybe it was because I felt dizzy.
I laid back down in a curled position. It was raining too hard and I come out far enough that I knew they wouldn't find me. At that moment I was so confused on what to do. I wasn't sure if I wanted them to find me or not. My worries brought slumber to me again, and before I could sort out my feelings, I was asleep, breathing unevenly.
