Uh oh.. I smell flames adrift in the air.. *Cowers* Don't kill me for this... okies? ¬_¬
I own none of this...
But we can dream, eh?
One more thing!! Thankies again, Elly! I couldn't live without my dancing Duos with lipstick stains on their heads. ^_^
~*Betrayal, Chapter three: Conditions
Duo watched in horror. His breath was caught in his thoat, and he felt his chest tighten. The crackling, dangerous beam of energy... missed him..
But he was right in front of the colony...
And the beam didn't miss his home.
"No..." the gutteral moan that escaped his now dry lips would almost be considered an inhuman sound. "....no..."
A dangerous look of hatred lit up in his eye as he turned to the offending mobile suit. "Die..."
~*
[Two hours later.]
Heero, standing a few feet away from a small mound of rubble, let calm eyes slowly roam over the extent of the damage on the colony cluster. "The outcome was not as destructful as it could have been. His laser cannon was not aimed at the colony. It was aimed to destroy Duo." His cold montone broke the silence of the air.
"I see," Trowa almost sighed in his own deadpan. "Where is Duo? I have not seen him since the commencement of the battle."
"Back at the base," Heero commented. "He seems to be shaken up from this experience. That is not acceptable."
"No, it is not." 'Shimatta...' the stoic young man cursed in his thoughts as he slowly walked over to the pile of debris. The breeze picked up fleetingly and slightly blew against his skin, and Trowa leaned down, more closely inspecting the rubble. "Shimatta," he repeated out loud, green eyes fixed on a cold, rubbery hand protruding slightly from under a bit of the junk. A pale, dead hand.
"Let's go, Trowa," Heero spoke flatly from his position, now a few yards away. He turned, back facing Trowa.
"Yes." The circus worker stood slowly, removing his gaze from the limb.
[Unknown bar, somewhere on the section of the unharmed L2 colony.]
Duo slowly slinked into the bar, dark hat pulled over his eyes and hands jammed deeply into his pockets. A few eyes were raised to the youth entering, but most people didn't even care.
He slid over to one of the stools, next to the bar itself and sat down on the hard wooden circle of a seat. Drumming his fingers rather mercilessly onto the countertop, he slightly tilted his head up to glower at the bartender, who was taking a long drag on a cigarette.
"Give me something hard," the teenager growled, voice thick and cold.
"You sure you oughtta be drinkin', kid?"
"Just. Give. Me. The. Drink," he hissed, teeth clenched and fist curled into a tight ball.
"Whatever." This was said with a sigh as the burly man attending the bar reluctantly stood, eyes trailing from the drink he began to mix back to Duo. "Guess I'm not even gonna ask for ID."
Which was met with a snarl.
"Guess not," he chuckled and pushed the drink forward. "You can't be... what? Fourteen? Fifteen? Heh. Some kind of trash in growin' up in the slums, huh?"
"Shut up."
"Oh, you'll loosen up and talk. So what's your problem, kid? Can't be as bad as half of these idiots out here."
[One hour later.]
Duo almost whimpered. "I... Some'in bad happened.. an' it was my fault!" he slurred, breaking his period of almost-silence since he entered the establishment. His eyes were misted over as he clutched a glass of half-full liquor like a two-year old would hold a rag doll.
"I knew you'd talk," the bartender, who's name was yet unknown to Duo, nodded approvingly. "Your kind always does..." 'After a little urging,' he added, eyes flickering to the numerous empty glasses. 'Heh. Well, it's something to pass your time... these slum kids are always screwed up.'
The braided boy hiccuped, eyes still mostly hidden by a curtain of bangs and his dark hat. "I don' wanna talk..."
"How about another glass?" And he pushed another forward.
"....okay..." Duo heaved a sigh.
Unnoticed by the pilot, a trim young man slid onto the stool next to him and nodded to the bartender. "The usual."
"Okay. Be right back, kid." He added, after throwing another glance to the boy, who was near drunken tears.
Silence -- save for the raucous chattering and crashing noises eminating from the bar activity behind them -- ensued. The man returned, holding a glass full of amber colored liquid. He handed it to the newcomer.
"So, you got another kid here?" He said, taking a light sip of his drink. "I don't know why you like listening to their pathetic life stories."
"You gonna listen' or not!?" Duo suddenly demanded from his seat, in which he had fallen halfway off.
And then he began his story.
Maybe he should've taken notice of the OZ symbol on the newcomer's shoulder.
Or maybe he wouldn't have cared anymore.
~*
Oh, yuck... O.O My writing is going down the drain... Buh-bye! *Waves to it* So.. Eh.. *Scratches the back of her head* Thankies to the people who... actually... want...more.. but I dunno why.. Urgh..
Does anyone want to be a beta reader or whatever for this? I'd like it if someone would nitpick on it, 'cuz I'm prone to grammar errors.
......Don't hurt me.....
v~.^V
Peach!
~Auto-chan