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Dare I say… I won't back down again?
I wouldn't say Louie and Lena are together yet. Don't forget, I never promised that in the vote. Only to get Lena to confess. I'm evil, I know. And now I'm back! Hey, DBDA deserves wayyyy more reviews and views
Chapter 16, let's do this:
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"What?!" Huey screeched, smiling widely.
"I know you heard me so I don't need to repeat it." Lena said, trying to act calm.
Huey snorted. "Of course I heard you, but I'm just trying to process what you just said. You guys kissed?! Huey asked now off the couch and pacing the room.
"Yes, Huey." Lena said, hiding a smile.
You kissed my brother, my rebellious, annoying, little brother, Louie Duck. Am I understanding you correctly?"
"Huey." she deadpanned.
Huey looked at her like he was going to start fanboying, but he closed his mouth and instead, went back to pacing mumbling to himself. Lena sighed and decided to try and calm herself down by looking around the TV room.
"You and Louie kissed?" Huey repeated, sitting on the end of the couch, facing Lena.
Lena huffed. "Yes Huey, for the last time Louie and I kissed!"
"Well… how was it?" Huey asked, truly looking interested.
"What?" Lena asked, completely shocked.
Huey shrugged. "I accepted that you and Louie kissed, now as one of your best friends I'm going to ask you about all the details." he calmly explained.
Lena stared at Huey like he had grown a second head, but nevertheless answered his question. "It was nice, sweet, and surprisingly caring, I've never been kissed like that."
"We're talking about the same Louie right?" Huey asked.
"Yes the same popular, smoke addicted, crazed Louie Duck." Lena said.
"He wasn't always like that. When he started dating Becky, he changed, but I think he's trying to get back to the old Louie. So… what does this all mean?" Huey asked.
Lena sighed. "I don't know, Huey. I mean…" she trailed off.
"It's complicated?" Huey asked with a sad smile.
Lena weakly smiled back. "Yeah… something like that."
The night ended with Lena and Huey watching a movie. Lena leaned on Huey's broad shoulder, and he to sense her tension. Lena lied down on Huey's lap, but he didn't seem to mind. Lena decided to let herself relax; everything was confusing her, but for now, she allowed herself to relax. She closed her eyes, and felt herself drift off into a long, blissful sleep.
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Donald opened the package he had received.
Dear Donald,
José and I are in Cuba. Sad that you couldn't make it. We got you these. Hope you enjoy them.
Your brother, Panchito Pistoles
Donald smiled when he pulled out a packet of handmade Cuban cigars. He definitely didn't like smoking cigarettes like Louie (who, to this day didn't think Donald knew about it). Instead, Donald made an oath to only ever smoke Cuban cigars. It was a weird pact he made with the other Three Caballeros during their trip to Cuba many years ago. Donald pulled one out of the packet, where a well-constructed cigar with firm texture awaited him. Donald clipped the end of the cigar and lit it.
He gently inhaled, enjoying the flavour of the smoke. It stirred old memories…
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18 years ago, the night before Della took the Spear of Selene…
"I feel old." 25 year old Donald complained, smoking a Cuban cigar.
Daisy scoffed. "We all get old, Donnie."
He frowned. Usually she would've consoled him and made him feel better, but lately, she had been more snippy than usual.
"You've been off." Donald said.
"What do you mean?" Daisy countered.
"You seem stressed." he said, putting out the cigar.
"I am. I didn't know getting a new job would be this much of a hassle." she groaned.
"No, that's not it. Are you… are you going to break up with me?" Donald asked worriedly.
Before she could open her mouth to speak, Donald parted his lips with hers, fisting one hand in his light hair and cupping his cheek with the other. She moaned into his mouth when his tongue came in contact with hers, pushing her body harder against him. She heard him grunt his appreciation, and smiled against his lips.
Donald's hand hooked around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer in an effort to get more, more of her. She sucked on his bottom lip and he groaned, taking a step backwards and collapsing down on the bed when he felt the footboard against the back of his calves. The sudden movement broke the connection between their lips, bringing Daisy down on top of his chest as his arm continued to hold her around the waist. She looked up at him with big, lust-filled eyes that had him hardening instantly.
"Daisy," he whispered, unable to stop himself from stealing another slow, long kiss.
"Idiot," she finally murmured against his mouth, kissing him back eagerly. "Of course I don't want to break-up with you. Why would you even think that?" she traced her hands over his chest, her fingers going to work on his shirt buttons almost unknowingly. Donald's hand crawled up her back, his hand warm against her skin, and he started tugging at her jumper.
Daisy quickly shedd the piece of clothing, and moaning when Donald's lips found the hollow of her throat. She threw her leg over his hips, straddling him. "You were not talking to me properly, and I thought—"
"Hush," Daisy cut him off, suddenly feeling bold. She dragged her lips up in a painstakingly slow pattern from his throat, across his jaw, and finally bit at his earlobe. "I swear to god, Donald, you're so stupid sometimes."
"What?" he protested.
She looked him straight in the eye. "I want a baby."
Donald went wide eyed.
"I've been trying to tell you for months," she continued, strategically rolling her hips against his. "Just didn't find the… proper words."
She threw back her head and moaned, the feeling of his pelvis grinding against hers too sensual and—just too much.
Donald flipped them over in a swift movement so that his body pressed hers into the mattress. His mouth immediately latched onto Daisy's.
"Let's have a baby then."
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He exhaled the smoke. That was his last fond memory of Daisy before waking up to Della gone, and no parent to raise the three boys she left behind. The idea of having kids of his own was thrown out the window as he suddenly became the parent of 3 children. His and Daisy's relationship wasn't his main priority anymore, and because of that, they inevitably drifted apart. Daisy took a new job offer in Mouseton while Donald took up multiple odd jobs, trying to provide for his boys.
"Hey, Uncle Donald."
"Dewey," Donald greeted, pleasantly surprised to see him. "It's midnight. What are you doing here?"
Dewey sheepishly scratched the back of his head. "I kind of… wanted to talk." he tried, distracted by the box of cigars.
Donald smirked knowingly, handing him a cigar. He knew Dewey had a fondness for Cuban cigars, much like himself.
"I actually did want to talk," Dewey said between puffs. "I didn't even notice the cigars until now."
Donald waved him off. "What's on your mind?"
Dewey sighed, exhaling smoke as he did so. "Webby. She hasn't been herself since learning about her parents."
Donald tapped the ash off of his cigar, frowning. "I'd keep an eye on her."
"What makes you say that?" Dewey asked.
Donald took a long drag. "She has a history of sneaking out for S.H.U.S.H missions. She also asked if Steelbeak is still alive."
"So?"
"She asked if he was still alive. Not 'captured' or 'imprisoned' or anything's that. Meaning she wants bloody revenge. She wants justice for her parents."
Dewey frowned "I'm sure S.H.U.S.H gave them some sort of justice. After all, Rachel was a former agent."
Dnald shook his head. "This is different, Dewey. This is about Webby, this is personal vengeance. She is angry and the only thing that'll satisfy her bloodlust is the death of Steelbeak."
Both were silent.
"Keep an eye on her." Donald said gravely. "She might have been able to take down Black Heron, but Steelbeak? He's ruthless. He'll kill her the second he learns that she's Rachel and Henry's daughter."
Dewey just let out an anguished sigh.
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The next day, Donald put on his cleanest clothes: a white dress shirt with black dress pants. He wore his sailors cap and took a deep breath. He was meeting Daisy at a coffee shop today and he was even more jumpy than usual.
"Where are you off to?" Scrooge asked.
Donald stopped. "I uh… was going to the store?"
Scrooge smirked. "Wearing that?"
"I…" Donald racked his brain for an excuse.
"Off to see Daisy, lad?" Scrooge mused.
"How did you…?"
"I've been waiting for this moment for over 10 years. Go get her." he said, waving him off.
Donald bolted, ran inside of his car. They were meeting at a café downtown, and Donald was excited to meet her. They had been talking and rekindling for almost 3 weeks, and he was ready to face her.
He walked inside the café, and saw her. The years they had spent apart had done nothing to fray her beauty. She wore a rose pink boyfriend blazer with a black shirt and black heels. Her light hair was pulled up into a bun, and she looked like she was a no nonsense businesswoman.
"Is this seat taken?" he asked from behind her.
She jumped, but smiled when she got her nerves under control. "Donald."
She got up and gave him a long hug. They sat down and Donald wasn't sure how to start the conversation.
"I…" he faltered. "I really missed you."
"I missed you too. There's so much we have to catch up on!"
Just as he was about to hand her the bouquet of roses he had bought for her, a tall man sat down beside Daisy, handing her a coffee. Donald frowned at him.
"Donald… this is my boyfriend." Daisy said carefully.
"Boyfriend…?" Donald asked, the roses weighing down his arms.
The "boyfriend" narrowed his eyes. "So you're the chump who's been talking to my Daisy? Listen here, bro. Back off."
Donald felt a wash of raw fury overwhelm him. "What'd you just say?!"
"Donald—" Daisy tried to interject.
Her boyfriend straightened up. "I said, back off!"
And with that, he punched Donald across the face. Donald cried out in pain when he clutched his now bloody nose.
"ADRIAN!" Daisy screamed.
He would've attacked, but in that moment, Donald felt broken.
"Donald, I'm so sorry!" she tried.
Donald didn't hear what she said next because he bolted out of the café, dropping the roses behind him. He threw himself into his car and slammed the keys into the ignition, squealing out of the parking lot, hardly noticing where he was going and barely able to see the road through his tears. He unbuttoned the top few buttons of his white shirt, which had been making it difficult to breath. He ran his fingers through his hair, knocking off his sailors cap in the process, making it stand every which way, then he fumbled for the pack of cigars on the dashboard. He clumsily knocked into the ashtray, which deposited a small mountain of gray onto his black dress pants. He impatiently brushed it to the floor and reached once again for the cigars, managing to retrieve one and light it as he drove.
His hands were shaking badly, and he dropped the cigar several times, cursing as he did so. Several holes were burned into his clothes from the fiery end of his cigarette, and he angrily threw it out the window. Donald's heart ached, and he clapped his empty hand over his mouth to hold back a sob, though no one was there to see him cry. The lump in his throat nearly choked him, and he gasped for air as hot tears flowed down his cheeks.
Donald narrowly avoided several collisions, driving through blurred vision and steering with one hand, sometimes with no hands as he lit another cigar from Panchito.
His mind was all jumbled, his thoughts making no sense. Boyfriend?!
No.
Wrong.
All wrong.
The idea of Daisy being with another man was just… wrong. She hadn't once mentioned a boyfriend.
Donald parked in an abandoned parking lot and switched off the ignition. Then he buried his face into his hands and began to cry.
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Webby snuck downstairs and into the Manor's garage. She gently opened the door, and softly shut it behind her. In front of her, Launchpad was asleep on his old worn out red sofa, a bowl of popcorn slipping from his hand and an episode of Darkwing Duck blaring on his old TV. Webby strode towards him and gently shook him awake.
"LP?" she asked softly. "Launchpad? Launchpad!"
His eyes fluttered open and the bowl of popcorn fell onto the floor, jarring him awake. "W-Webby? What are you doing here?"
Launchpad rubbed his eyes and eyed her, frowning when he saw her day old clothes, sunken eyes, and messy hair. Despite Dewey's efforts, she was nowhere near her old, cheery self.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Webby hardened. "Get your plane. I need you to take me somewhere."
He frowned. "Where?"
She glared at him. "S.H.U.S.H headquarters."
Before he could object, Webby pulled out a small figure, and his eyes widened.
"Is that a hyper rare battle duck Darkwing Duck action figure?!" he asked in shock.
"Sure is," Webby smirked. "And it'll be yours if you do me this small favour."
"No… I can't. How did you even get that?" he hesitated.
"That's none of your business. Tick tock, LP," Webby said, moving her fingers enticingly across the small figure.
He bit his lip.
"Otherwise I'll sell this to a museum
He bit his lip and held his head down in shame, trying not to think about the consequences.
"I'll do it." he muttered.
Webby smiled. "I need to pack some things. We'll leave in an hour."
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Webbt packed her phone, phone charger, toothbrush, extra clothes, some of her grandmother's old spy files, and two laminated S.H.U.S.H ID badges so she could get in and out of the building.
Webby marched towards the plane. She needed to face him, to face her parents' murderers. She should've been killed that day too, it was a miracle that she was alive—
"Going somewhere?" a sudden voice asked, shaking Webby out of her thoughts.
Calmly lying down on top of the wing of the Sunchaser was Louie. He held a cigarette, took one final drag and threw it away, where the bud landed in Scrooge's fountain. He slid down the plane and smiled when he saw his friends. Webby took in his appearance: his light hair was newly trimmed and his face was clean shaven, like he knew he wasn't coming home for a while. He donned a black windbreaker over a dark green Duckburg High hoodie with black jeans and black combat boots. In his pockets were, of course, his cigarettes, lighter, phone, and wallet. Thrown over his shoulder was a black duffel bag, obviously stuffed with more necessities.
"Where are we going?" he asked with a sly smile, wisps of smoke escaping his mouth as he spoke each word.
Webby glared at him "We're going nowhere. You're staying home."
He frowned. "You don't want me to come with you to S.H.U.S.H? I am hurt."
"How did you...?" she trailed off.
Louie waved her off. "I knew it was coming. It's like when Dewey time traveled to see our mom on Christmas. So everyone wants closure about their parents, huh?" he chuckled darkly.
Webby frowned. "You have no experience on field missions. It's too dangerous, Louie."
"And you have no experience sneaking out of the house," Louie countered. "As for field mission experience… I'll think I'll start here."
"You're not coming." Webby decided.
"I am." Louie replied calmly, not even trying to start an argument. "I even packed snacks. That's commitment."
"How are you even going to get away with sneaking out?" Webby asked.
"How are you?" Louie questioned.
"I asked you first." Webby growled.
"Me?" Louie asked, a twinkle of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Oh, they don't care if I sneak out. The adults have come to terms with it because I do it so much."
"That isn't something to brag about." she snorted.
He smiled and continued. "You on the other hand, you might be… ah, what's the word I'm looking for? You might be a bit fucked, considering you're a goody goody."
"Louie! Profanity!" Launchpad gasped.
"Sorry, LP. If Ms. Vanderquack would like to get away with sneaking out… then she'll just have to take me. It's all been arranged, but if you want in, you'll just have to take me. If you don't take me, expect Scrooge and Ms. B to be on your case." Louie said seriously.
"What is with this family and blackmail and bribery?" Launchpad muttered under his breath.
Webby groaned at her two possible options: Take Louie, possibly get him hurt, but have a peaceful journey and finish her goal? Or don't take Louie, be stopped by her granny and Scrooge halfway, and potentially not reach her objective?
"Fine Louie," Webby said through gritted teeth. You can come."
Louie grinned. "This is going to be so fun. Road trip!"
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