Title: Collide- Duo POV
Author: Pathetic Otaku Child
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Don't own GW. Don't remind me…
Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4, 5 by his sad widdle lonesome. TT.TT
Warnings: lots of very bad language, shonen-ai, Duo POV, magic, supernatural beasties, Hellish fiends (AKA Treize and Dorothy. And Relena), Senile old men, yaoi, possible lemons in other chapters.
A/N: This is a joint ficcy with Haliaetus. I write Duo's POV, she writes Heero's. They're posted separately. You can probably read just one and be able to get it if you're too lazy or don't have the time to go look her up as well, but you should anyway.
Plug
What the hell was wrong with me? I sat in the bathroom, ignoring Quatre's pounding on the door and rambling, wondering. Somehow, I had ended up telling a sappy story about my childhood and powers and somehow ended up kissing Yuy.
I was thinking the same thing as all of you:
The fuck was I thinking?
Really, I didn't think I was. Thinking, that is.
God, Heero was going to have my ass on a platter, and not in a good way.
And god only knew what the other guys' reactions would be. I had finally been able to find a place I guess I could call home, with a possible family, but then I had to go and ruin all of that with that damned stupid mistake.
I considered going out the window again, but this one was too high up and too small. I decided to wait until no one was in the other room, and just get the hell outta here. It seems almost redundant, as I was in the same frame of mind not too long ago. But this time I was in control of my senses. Probably.
I just sat, slumped against the wall for a good while, listening to brief sounds on the other side and focusing my thoughts inward. So I'd killed people. So what? I'd seen plenty of dead bodies in my life that were in no way my fault. Yep, just keep that in mind and don't think of the other things. Y'know what? I decided I didn't even wanna think of that. So what could I think about?
I decided to think of a story I'd heard of once involving two guys and a hamster. Yes. Better idea. And, how about chocolate? Another safe topic choice. Not that the first one was safe, but….
I don't know how much time I spent in that little bathroom, but after a while, I put my ear to the door and didn't hear anything. So I stepped out, saw that Heero wasn't there and darted for my dresser. I just needed to avoid the guy for a while, then I could come back as sane as I usually was and act normally for me. Which would me that I wouldn't kiss him again. I didn't kiss my friends. That's just the way it is. Maybe he'd show an interest (Yeah right!), but if he did, I wouldn't mind. But I seriously doubted that, and that was why I was running. Well, that and the fact that I wasn't even sure why I had frigging gone and done that.
I threw a change of clothes in a back pack, slipped on my sneakers, put my knife in my pocket and darted into the hall. I made sure to avoid everyone as I made my way off campus. I had briefly considered stealing another bike, but I figured that it wouldn't be a good idea. Didn't want faculty getting too worried.
I was waay too tense. Walking all the way to the town helped a bit. Once I got there, I ignored the dented dumpster and the telephone booth and continued on my way. I sat to rest on some random crate and stared at my shoes.
Then it struck me how stupid this idea had probably been. The guys would get soooo worried. Except for Heero, of course. Scratch put what I said earlier about being in my senses. Damn.
"Hey. Fag."
Shit.
I hadn't said that it couldn't get worse. I had not challenged the power of worse. So how come it got worse?
I hate life and, I swear, the feeling mutual.
I looked up and the punks and glared. Obvious predators.
"What, not sayin' anything? Get up, you pansy, I'm talkin' to ya."
My eyes narrowed dangerously thin. "Shut the fuck up, asshole. I am not in the mood for your shit, so just back the hell off."
I could see the guy start to choke on his next words. I almost wanted to laugh. He hadn't been expecting that. But there was no way in hell he was gonna be running, simply because of his buddies.
I sighed, dropping my backpack to the ground as I stood. "What, you lookin' for a fight or somethin'?"
He smirked, looking me up and down. He's been scared by my words, but now when he saw I was probably a full foot shorter than he is, he seemed to have suddenly won his confidence back.
"Heh, you're a shrimp of a bastard. Probably a tight fit."
I twitched.
His gang laughed.
Damn. He'd been experimentally jabbing, and my traitor body had given him an opening.
He stepped forward. "So how much do you cost for a quick alley fuck, huh?"
I gritted my teeth and tried not to move otherwise. Attacking wouldn't be wise, probably. Not in my state. Death powers, remember? In the back of my mind, I went to work tying that part down, just in case.
"Talk, you faggot son of a bitch!" He stated to swing at me.
I used one hand to grab his wrist as it neared and pulled him along to follow his own motion, and used the other hand to take hold of his elbow. Then I twisted.
While he was on the ground whimpering and cradling his arm, I glared up through my bangs at the rest of the gang. Most of them were starting to back off, but a few were looking feisty.
One grabbed a pipe from a stack next to a house that was being remodeled and charged at me. I stepped and swiveled so my back was slamming against his chest as I grabbed his wrist with both hands. I circled, dragging him with me and dropped to one knee. After his face hit the pavement the initial time, I helped it meet the ground a few more times.
I glared up around me, ready for any other bastards who wanted a piece of me, but they seemed to have decided it was time to go home for supper and beddy bye time.
Sighing, I picked up my bag and started to the diner down the street. Some nice hot coffee would be nice before having to go back to the school. I was feeling better now and it would probably be less of a lecture now. Hopefully
I sipped my coffee and stared out at the night sky. I wasn't looking forward to the long walk, but hey. If I'd been thinking I would have made those punks give me their worldly possessions.
I won't bore you with the details of the long, eerie walk home. Personally, I have always wanted a fast forward button for life. Or a rewind. Or a mute, for that matter.
I took a deep breath before opening the door to me 'n' Heero's room. Time to face the consequences.
A/N: Gomen Nasai peoples for the long wait and for the melodramatics at the end of the last one. I didn't think it was very melodramatic, but everyone else did, so I'm going with that. ;… Blame Hal for the long wait, too. She left me with the cliffhanger. There wasn't supposed to be any limey contact until the party. So tis her fault.
So…..Has anyone noticed that the chapter titles are song titles? Here's a list of the ones used so far:
1- Pinch me, by…..uh, I forgot actually. 's been a while. ; Heh heh.
2- Me Against The World, by Simple Plan
3- Click Click Boom, by Saliva
4- Control It, by Static-X
5- Broken Glass, by Buckcherry
6- Plug, by Disturbed, Static-X, and Slipknot (compilation. Or at least that's what it said when I downloaded it.)
I HEART music. The last three are probably my favorites in that list. And Plug…? GO. Find it. I listen to it on repeat all the time. Sehr sehr sehr sexy, erotische, ero, amazing song. Gawds. Listened to it the entire time of this chapter. Because it makes for a sexiful Duo.
Plus I was trying to get my mind off of a creepy movie. Anyone else seen A Tale of Two Sisters? I wanna find the folktale it's supposed to be based on. /shivers/ I love it but I absolutely hate it as well.
Ja ne!
