Authors Notes: OMG! Mystery story no longer a mystery! O.O :D.
'2 To Tango, 13 To Jive' is just as dramatic as P.S I HATE YOU, with more of a twist, a little fantasy here, a lot of drama there, and a all around intense plot ;),
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2 To Tango, 13 To Jive.
Prologue.
It wasn't an animal. Duke Heero Yuy's nine years of age, four of them being without his father, was able to tell him that much.
He strode purposely to the back of the estates stable. Uncle J would not tolerate if Heero heard a threat and let it go.
Quietly, he crept to the source of the noise and found...
A girl, her back turned towards him, ratty braid gently swinging, scooping grain and pouring it into her bag.
Heero lowered the sword that he had been gripping in both hands, a little girl was not a threat. There would be no reward in this conquest. However, this would be thief could stand to learn the value of hard work. Heero was only nine, and his uncle had already established that value to his very core.
Opening his mouth Heero began to tell the little girl just that.
"There is no honour-", the lithe body tackled Heero to the ground, sending his too large sword flying.
"Among thieves?" the little girls, no boy, finished, straddling Heero's hips and peering down into his colbalt eyes.
Angrily Heero struggled to push him off of his torso and noticed two things.
One.
Large oddly coloured eyes and two, the dagger at his throat.
"Nice eyes".
The boy looked slightly confused; a small frown crossed his feminine face.
"They tell me their purple", the boy muttered, still pressing the dagger to Heero's throat. Stormy colbolt eyes engaged in a staring contest against vibrant violet ones.
Heero felt his heart speed up. Something about this boy was important and Heero concluded he would spend as much time as it took to find out.
In the meantime...the violet eyed boy held the dagger with practice, as if he was use to defending himself for a long time.
Heero frowned and concluded that this had to be one of the street children he heard about, but still...so far away from the city?
He must have been hungry, Heero finalized.
And thirsty.
"Water?" Heero offered stiffly as a truce.
The boy above him narrowed his violet eyes defensively, but Heero could tell he was thirsty.
"No funny business", they boy finally conceded. Slowly he climbed off Heero moving the dagger from Heero's throat and stood to his feet.
Heero noticed the boy's tightening grip on the dagger.
"And I get to keep the grain", his violet eyes followed Heero as Heero stood up.
"You can have as much as you want", Heero shrugged dusting off his trousers and standing to his feet, "we have plenty".
Voilet eyes widened slightly then narrowed.
"What's the catch?"
"Nothing", Heero stated and turned away. "I've already learned not to underestimate."
"Wait", the untrusting voice asked timidly. Heero glanced over his shoulder.
"Water?" The voice asked.
Heero smirked. "Follow me."
Heero began leading the boy to the well. Something pricked his memory...the dagger...there was something about that dagger...
"Where did you get the dagger?" He suddenly asked, not looking back at the braided boy. He heard the boy stop.
"You can have your grain back", the boy spat. "You can't have my dagger."
"I don't want it", Heero answered. "It's just...it's like the dagger I saw in a book."
"A book?" The little boy asked incredulously. Heero could suddenly see pride surge in those violet eyes then he all but lit up.
"My brother Tro gave it to me", his little hands thrust out the dagger for Heero to see.
"He says he stole it from a prince".
The boy looked into Heero's cobalt blue eyes and Heero could tell he felt slightly intimidated.
"I mean... borrowed it", the boy stuck his lip out. "Were going to give it back someday."
Heero s till stared at the dagger, ignoring the silence.
"You're the same age as me", the boy pointed out. "Everyone steals".
His big eyes shot daggers at Heero. "Unless you're too perfect, living in your fucking castle with your fucking maids and stuff", the boy spat accusingly.
"...Sanq", Heero finally muttered, his little fingers traced over an engraving. "The blade says Sanq".
Voilet eyes looked down at the blade then back up at Heero.
"I know that", the defensive voice grumbled, and although the boy thought Heero couldn't see it, he slowly muttered Sanq to himself, tracing over the engraving with his eyes.
"Where's your brother?" Heero asked suddenly, looking around the estate grounds suspiciously. He underestimated this boy once already.
The boy shrugged.
"Kidnapped," he shrugged, like it was the most common thing in the world.
Heero's eyes narrowed. His uncle always use to tell him of little boys and girls that were kidnapped and used as slaves or trained as mercenaries.
"And Tro's my best friend", he reflected looking away. This time Heero caught the hint of sadness. "...he was like my brother..."
Heero felt himself nod as well as something strange stirring up inside. He had this urge to protect this boy, to help him, to be there for him. Heero deemed the feeling as unfamiliar and tried to squish it down like his uncle taught him.
But the violet eyes were so... enchanting.
"No one our age has been able to ..." Heero searched for the word "...tackle me like that".
"You mean how I totally owned you", the boy said cockily with grin, "street secret", the big purple eyes glittered.
"I can be your new best friend", Heero offered, a strange sense of enthusiasm peaking out. "I've never had one before".
"Why?" The boy asked curiously giving Heero a odd look.
The look the boy gave him made Heero fell like he was different, like... inhuman.
"My uncle wants me to be a warrior. He says friends are a distraction". Heero rehearsed.
"I'm still not going to show you how I tackled you", the boy smirked.
Heero was glad the boy never asked about his uncle. He didn't want to tell him about how his uncle was mean and made him train every day, all day.
Then it happened.
The boy eyes sparkled like the night sky,
And he simply...
Smiled.
It was like nothing Heero had ever seen before.
And Heero knew, that he would do anything for him.
"I'm Duo", the boy said pointing to his chest with the dagger. "I run, I hide, but I never tell a lie...and", Heero saw the smile grow wider, "if you feed me I'll be the bestest friend you've ever had".
Heero felt his on smile turn on his lips."That won't be a problem", Heero negotiated, "there is-"
Heero suddenly threw himself onto Duo tackling both of their small bodies to the ground. He used the force to roll them swiftly to the side as a javelin implanted itself into the ground, inches from where the boys were standing.
"Good", Heero heard his uncle cheer. "You've learned not to let other distract you."
Heero quickly stood to his feet defiantly. He looked to his left to see if Duo had ran away already. His uncle was a scary man, with ugly gray hair and deep piercing eyes. His eyes widened slightly as he saw Duo standing by his side, dagger drawn.
"Don't worry", Duo said confidently, "I'll protect us".
Heero slowly looked from Duo to his uncle, shivering slightly when he noticed a weird look in his uncles eye.
"Run", he said sternly to Duo.
Duo shook his head.
"Run", Heero commanded again watching his uncle smirk at the both of them.
"I would listen to your friend boy", Heero's uncle said smoothly as he pulled out a sword which up till then, Heero hadn't noticed.
"I'm not fond of my nephew here making friends".
Duo looked confused. His violet eyes narrowed. "This is your father?"
"No", Heero answered, looking his uncle straight in the eye, answering his new friends question.
"He was my mother's brother".
Duo reminding him about his father reminded him of something greater. He was Heero Yuy, son of a duke, heir upon his 19th birthday to the Yuy estate and all the rights and titles.
Heero moved and stood protectively in front of Duo.
"Duo is my best friend now", Heero jutted out his chin, solidifying his defiance, "he stays".
Anger flashed in his uncle's eyes at that moment, but Heero stood his ground. His uncle was only guarding Heero's assets until he turned of age. Heero's father had left everything to his only son and Heero could see the anger and resentment in his uncle's eyes every time the man looked at him.
"Well", Heero's uncle said thinly, looking over the two young boys in front of him. "I'm glad you finally stood up for yourself Heero".
Heero watched his uncles eyes looked pointedly at Duo, "I hope this friendship", his uncle spat the word in the air like it was poison, "doesn't affect your training".
Heero's eyes narrowed, if he could protect Duo any other way at that moment he would have. One thing his uncle taught him to realise was a threat.
Heero had learned the hard way.
He still had a fresh scar across his back when his uncle had casually said if Heero couldn't communicate with him in Latin he would need an outlet for his disappointment.
Heero could speak Latin now though...rather fluently.
"It won't", Heero stated. Now that he had met Duo, he couldn't let anything happen to him. Heero didn't know where this emotion was coming from, but something was telling him he needed the braided violet eyed boy.
He didn't know what it was...
But it was something.
His uncle smiled a dark smile that Heero would never forget and looked at Duo again.
"Good", he said simply. "I've heard the streets were very dangerous."
"They are", Duo spat, learning quickly to dislike the man.
"You begin your training in an hour", Heero's uncle said, completely ignoring Duo. "And your friend will earn his keep. This may be your estate Heero, but I'm in charge".
Turning on his heel, Heero watched as his uncle walked back to the mansion and mentally berated himself. He allowed his uncle to sneak up on him. He would have to be more careful, Duo...
His uncle suddenly paused and glanced back at Heero.
"You have to be careful with following your emotions", he stated. "It didn't work out for Odin." His uncle then picked up his step and continued walking back to the mansion.
Heero clenched his little fists, taking deep breaths to control his anger.
"What did he mean?" Duo's voice asked, Heero felt Duo's hand on his shoulder.
"Follow your emotions", Heero answered, "the last thing my father said to me before he died...i don't ever remember my mother".
'My uncle thought he was foolish', Heero thought to himself. Heero remembered hearing his uncle rant about it the day they received news that his father was dead. Uncle J ranted about how his father fell in love with his mother. How his mother was killed the day Heero was born. How his father went berserk. Never leaving the estate, training for five years with revenge as his only focus. Heero remembered Uncle J boasting that he had warned his brother that getting revenge was stupid, that he should focus on other matters, their family was in line for the throne...
"Why didn't you run?" Heero asked suddenly, breaking the memory, he didn't want to think about that at the moment. He turned to face Duo, eyes widening nervously surprised when those large voilet eyes met his directly, unflinching.
Then Duo shrugged, a huge smile spreading across his face.
"What kind of best friend abandons you."
"I tried to protect you", Heero said, "now he knows your here. He will use our friendship against me to punish me if I fail. He might hurt you".
"If I die, I die", Duo said casually, like it didn't bother him that his friendship with Heero could cost him his life.
"Plus", Duo added with a grin, "I don't need protecting".
Heero silently disagreed. Duo didn't know what his uncle was capable of. Why Uncle J didn't want Heero to have any friends? Heero didn't know. It was almost as if his uncle was hiding something.
Heero felt an arm being thrown around his shoulder breaking his thought process.
"Heero my boy", Duo said with the smile that spread across his face, "let's get this friendship started!"
TBC
Authors Notes: So this is the prologue 2 To Tango, 13 To Jive! Tell me if you liked it, if you want to see more of it. :D Ahhhh, 'P.S I Hate You' is still in the works...the very long works, but it is coming :P, Anywho, please review, I would love to hear from you. :3