A/n: Wind here with a new story (finally!). I've actually had this written for a while, but you know how things go...basically I'm just lazy and didn't feel like actually typing this. Anyway, I'll quit my rambling now and start the story.
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Summary: Duo is the son of the town's preacher, but is caught with Quatre and sent off to private school, where he meets...
Warnings: yaoi (duh), 2x4 (later 1x2, 3x4), minor Relena bashing, minor angst, Duo's POV, AU
Rating: PG-13
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Prologue
I looked around carefully as I tried to navigate through pitch blackness. It was about one o'clock in the morning- two hours after my curfew. That didn't really matter, though, since I hadn't even been where I told my parents I was going. Heh, they thought I would actually be invited to a party with people from school?! Truth was, I was over at my best friend Kat's place. Well actually, he's my boyfriend, but my parents don't know that. Hence the lie about the party, and why I'm never invited to them.
Anyway, while lost in my inner rambling, I didn't notice when my house came into view. Quatre (which is his real name, by the way) had to stop me before I walked straight into our mailbox.
"Oops. If anyone asks, I meant to do that."
Yeah, that's me for you. Guess it would help if I told you a little more about myself, besides that I ramble a lot. My dad, called Father Maxwell by almost everyone, is the preacher at one of the churches in town. So I guess it goes without saying that he's a pain in the ass about trivial things. Like, say, my taste in music. He lets me listen to whatever I want...as long as it's Bach, Vivaldi, or Mozart. I hate classical music, by the way. See, there's another good reason to hang out at Kat's place.
Then there's my mom, who's known to almost everyone as Sister Helen. She's a lot more, well...tolerant. Unfortunately, she gets little to no say in things as long as my dad's around. Whatever he says, goes. Without exception. My mom's a really great person, though. And a great cook. She makes the best cookies ever! ...Great, now I'm getting sidetracked. And hungry. Which reminds me that I'm staring blankly into space again and Quatre's waving his hands frantically in my face.
"Geez, Duo...you ok? This isn't really like you..."
Oh no. The guilt trip. Now he'll start to blame himself for my not talking, thinking he did something to upset me, and it'll take forever to convince him otherwise. And seeing as it's now 1:10 in the morning, I don't exactly have forever. So I do what I always do in these situations. I grin.
"What makes ya say that, Kat? I'm fine! I was just thinking."
Thankfully, it seemed to work. "Don't strain yourself."
I tried to glare and pout at the same time. It didn't work too well, so I settled for just pouting then checking my watch.
"Man, I really gotta get going. I was supposed to be back by eleven, but I guess we got carried away again." I smirked as Quatre blushed slightly. He was so easy to fluster.
Neither of us had actually told our families we were gay, but since we've been friends since the second grade, so they still haven't suspected anything. Though you'd think that being girlfriendless by sophomore year would be a tip-off...
I snuck quietly up to the foot of the steps leading up to our front porch. I was in luck- all the lights were out, so everyone was probably asleep already.
I looked over at Quatre. "Guess I'll see you tomorrow at school, then," I said softly, and kissed him goodbye...
Just as the security light came on. Oh, shit...
I looked toward our front door slowly, knowing exactly what to expect, yet still hoping against hope I was wrong. No such luck, of course.
Standing in the doorway was none other than my older brother Solo, the little sneak. I guess I forgot to mention him earlier. He's the perfect one, you know, the son that every family wants. He's a star athlete, perfect student, class president, and Mr. Popularity. Then there's me. See the problem?
My brother was followed shortly by both of my parents- my father fuming, and my mother standing timidly behind him.
I shifted slightly to stand up straighter, suddenly very conscious of the fact that my arm was still around my best friend/boyfriend's waist. I steeled myself for the worst.
"Get. Inside. Now!" my father commanded, visibly shaking with rage. Quatre turned quietly to leave. "Both of you!" he barked, before Quatre could make it more than two steps. I slid my arm protectively around his waist as he turned around to follow me inside. We made it as far as the kitchen before my father exploded.
"You two..." he pointed at us with a shaking finger as I tightened my grip around my boyfriend, "are going to burn in hell! Don't you realize you sin?! And you, Duo, especially. I thought I raised you right. And now look what you do to me! You go behind my back, and go around kissing this...boy!!! You'll both burn in hell!" I winced at the volume of his voice. "And you can, for all I care. Because you are no longer my son. And you're leaving. Tomorrow."
tbc...
