Fragile like glass
By Ayaka Nagareboshi
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. If I did there would be more man love. Haha. Don't like don't read. When leaving comments please be honest. Tell me what needs changed in my writing style and so forth. Praise is accepted too.
Rating: M to be safe.
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Quieter than he had ever been before he slipped into the room seemingly unnoticed. Not breathing nor blinking, slowly edging his way further in and closer to his target. His forehead glistened from beads of excited sweat running down his face. Less than a foot away from the back of the chair he raised his arms ready to attack.
"I can hear you."
"Damn it!" Duo exclaimed, throwing down his arms in frustration. "I was so quiet!"
Heero spun around in the chair facing him with a small smile. "You were. The cat gave you away."
Duo looked up to the cat sitting onto of the computer desk. "Damn you Sugar. Damn you." The cat just purred, mocking Duo as she rolled over and back to sleep.
"You'll get me some day." Heero stood glancing to the clock. "Going to work? It's a little early."
"Yeah, I'm going to walk. It's a really nice day, not that I need the exercise."
"Did you check the weather reports?"
"Yes, sunny all day, don't even need a jacket." Duo leaned forward and kissed Heero. "I'll be fine. When Fei wakes up tell him he needed the extra sleep."
"You turn off his alarm again?"
"Yeah. I gotta go. Love you."
"Love you too."
Duo turned and walked out of the room and Heero listened as the door shut behind him before returning to work.
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Duo took his cell phone out of his pocket getting ready to call home. He had gotten out early and thought it would be nice if they could go out to dinner for a change. He suddenly found himself on the ground with a pounding headache. Someone turned him over and placed a rag over his face. 'Chloroform.' He thought panicked and tried to fight back but it had already started to take effect. The world quickly turned to black.
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They sat there staring at the phone, willing it to ring, praying for it to ring. Heero looked at the clock recounting the hours. Over six hours had passed since anyone had seen Duo. No phone call, no nothing. "DAMN IT!" Heero yelled slamming his fists down into the table. Wufei jumped back shocked at Heero's sudden move. "I'm sorry." Heero whispered reaching across the table offering his hand to Wufei, which he took slightly shaking. Heero picked up the phone dialing Une.
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Duo woke with a pounding headache. "What the hell?" He whispered.
"Good, you're awake. Now we can have some fun."
Duos eyes shot open and he looked to the voice. In the corner stood a man about 5' 10" Dark hair, a cleanly shaven face, small square rimmed glasses perched on his nose.
"Who the fuck are you!" Duo yelled. He attempted to get up and quickly realized he was restrained. He looked up and his wrists tied to the bedposts. Blood, that wasn't his, was dried to them. He also realized he wasn't wearing anything. "What the hell is going on!!" He screamed fighting against the ties at his wrists and ankles. The knots wouldn't budge and he didn't have that much wiggle room.
"Well Mr. Duo Maxwell," He said holding up Duos drivers' license, "it seems as if you are tied to my spare bed. You tell me what you think is going on."
"You asshole. You kidnapped me." The man laughed through his nose and took a step near Duo. "Don't you touch me." He growled. The instant facial expression change made Duos insides flip flop.
The man's eyes had become a slit of dark pupils. Quickly making his way to the bed he fiercely grabbed Duo bye the jaw yanking him up as hard as he could by the face. "In the position you're in," He hissed against Duos forehead, "do you really think telling me not to do something is going to have any power? Now we can do this one of two ways, you can relax and enjoy it, or you can be made to enjoy it. I would pick the first if I were you." His free hand rolled down Duos chest and he squeezed Duo so hard he cried out in pain.
"AHH!! LET GO OF ME YOU SICK FREAK!!" He screamed, and he was surprised when the man stepped back. Only to have his surprise replaced with horror as he produced an iron rod from underneath the bed.
"Option two it is." He sneered. The first blow landed low on his diaphragm, knocking the wind out of him. Panic sunk in.