AN: After the discontinuity of my previous WufeixDuo story, I decided to write this one. Hopefully it is better. Please R&R so I know if I should continue.
Death of a Night
Part 1: Night's Blood
It was a night in autumn, when the air was chilled and could reach beyond the warmth of layers of clothes, right to the bone. Stars blinked above in the vast nothingness called space, while the moon peered down, enlarged due to a closer proximity. The craters in star-speckled gray were clearly visible as was the long line of people shivering outside of a closed off building.
The sky, of a blurry mixture of navy and violet, was a newborn evening with dark blue-gray clouds hanging suspended above the old dark brick buildings, while the usual bustle and noise of the city died down. Muffled sounds of dance music and its ever steady thump, thump, thump, pushed between heavy doors and out onto the bare street; 'twas bare save for a few parked cars, scattered papers collected at the curbs, and the queue of people huddling close together.
"Did we have to come here tonight?" A young man complained, crossing his arms over his chest, trying not to let the chattering of his teeth seem obvious.
"Of course. A little cold can't do us harm," his companion responded. "Besides, once we get inside, it'll be all nice and warm." By the suggestive tone of his voice, it was obvious that he was thinking beyond just getting away from the outside cold.
They inched forward as people disappeared into the opening behind closed doors and waited till they would finally reach the end where a red rope made a curve to mark the cut off. Laughter erupted behind the two boys, and one narrowed his dark brown eyes at the girls behind them who were talking loud enough for the whole block to hear them. Not like anyone was around besides the people in front and behind them.
"Are you on the guest list?" A stranger asked with a clipboard between glove covered hands.
"No," the brown-haired boy responded.
Cold green eyes peered above the clipboard at the boy and shook his head. The boy's hairstyle was out of the norm, and he'd thought he was a girl before he had spoken.
"Alright, go in," the man said and unhooked the red rope.
The brown-haired boy fixed a smirk on his face and winked at his Asian friend who only frowned in return.
"Come on, we're inside, it's warm, and we might as well enjoy it," Duo said, sliding some bills under a ticket window before slinking out of his black overcoat, revealing a black mesh shirt that darkened the indents and curves of his lean muscles. His braid swooshed behind his black, straight-legged pants which hugged his hips and made him look more sophisticated than he usually was.
Wufei sighed and took off his black jacket after paying the girl behind the glass window. He stared at his own plain black tee-shirt which was tight compared to his usual plum color sleeveless. He also wore black pants while his hair was loose, resulting in black strands playing along his face.
"Tell me why I came here again," he asked Duo before going into the main room.
"I was bored, and this place was having a no ID night," Duo shouted back, checking his coat at the coat check.
The consistent bassline of techno music and the shrill sound of a distorted voice pounded into their ears. Synthetic notes echoed about while multicolored lights spun around in a frenzied fashion. Bodies moved, swayed, and grinded to the beat, ever in perpetual waves of heat and arising passion. Glittery tank tops of girls dancing on a podium, sparkled in the constantly fluctuating light as they danced seductively and smoothly, their hips orbiting around, their tight pants clinging onto their legs. Hormones and pheromones collided and settled in the air, the intensity building and driving into each person. An occasional neon light swirled about from an unseen person, while guys and girls with glowsticks, visors, and binkies formed a circle at the center of the dance floor.
One side of the room, where the bar was, was illuminated by a few fluorescent ceiling lights. People slung over the counter or sat underneath it, sipping their drinks from glasses, either tired or just waiting for some courage to magically spring up within them, making them want to dance.
Duo nudged Wufei and threaded through the crowd, keeping an eye out for girls. Spotting a well endowed brunette with a sparkly, revealing halter top and tight black pants, he tilted his head to her direction and approached her, leaving Wufei standing uncomfortably; he was constantly getting bumped and pushed by people dancing or trying to walk pass. Thoroughly annoyed, he began to shove back at anyone near him, making them trip or fall which pissed off quite a few girls and other guys. Walking away, he was stuck on the outside of a circle where guys where raving with glowsticks in hand, twirling about themselves making the motion fluid and constant in a chaos of neon green and fire orange. Looking over his shoulder, he saw several guys pointing at him, and in sensing unnecessary trouble, he began nudging through the crowd, walking right through where the ravers were, past the bouncer, and out the door.
Exhaling in condensing puffs due to the chill air, he was glad he was out. Going up to chicks and rubbing himself against them was far from what he wanted to do, although he had already wasted his time and money getting into the club with Duo. He was sure Duo could handle himself, but he, preferring to be alone for the most part, couldn't and wouldn't have put up with another minute in that cramped room with annoyingly loud music.
"Why did I agree to come here?" he asked the never ending sky above which stretched and faded in the far off horizon. Truthfully, he rather be back home...wherever that was.
He had lost his home a long time ago. And it was all because of him. He hadn't been fast enough or strong enough to save it. If only he could have proven himself, then his people wouldn't have had to make that sacrifice of giving up their lives so he could be stronger without them holding him back. But no, were they wrong! Destroying themselves was hardly what he had ever wanted. He had never wanted...
Raking a hand through his hair, he looked around wildly like a madman, so afraid for anyone, including strangers, to see his emotional struggle. Then, stumbling over the sidewalk, still looking about frantically, strands upon strands of hair strewn across his face, he ran.
Ran home.
