Koibito Hen
... Strange Lover.
Warnings...
Angst
Yaoi
Violence
Comments... 03.17.01
Okay, second chapter! Thanks for all the nice comments. ^_^ Yes, I am an evil author! *evil laugh* Ooh, sorry for all the spelling and grammtical errors. No spell check for Vinny-kins. ;_;
Disclamier...
I don't own any of the Gundam Wing characters, quite unfortunatly. I'm not doing this for money either, even more unfortunate. I need money! ;__;
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"Mrrrmm... "
Duo moaned slightly as he stirred. There was warmth all around him, but he wasn't covered. He was cold. He sat up shakily, but was forced back down by dull waves of pain exploding from his stomach and back.
"What the... ?"
He laid there for several moments, trying to remember, pushing through his pounding head and aches. Heero.. he remembered Heero. And concrete, and Heero's violent beauty. He ignored the smile tugging at his lips when he remembered what Heero had done afterwards.
The Wing Zero pilot had always been rather violent, but he wouldn't explode over the playful teasing Duo had done the previous night. Normally, Heero would just grunt and curse at Duo. Of course, he would continue until Heero would throw something at him, usually a fist, but Duo would scoot away and Heero wouldn't pursue. But this time he had. Why?
When the pain had subsided, he got up and walked to the bathroom. By that time, he had concluded that he just caught Heero in a really bad mood. Maybe he deserved it. Shrugging it off, he turned the shower on and undressed while the water warmed. He found his breathing hard as steam filled up the bathroom. Nude, Duo turned to get into the glass encased shower, when he noticed an unfamiliar bruise creeping around the middle of his spine in the hazy mirror. Pulling his long, chestnut colored hair away from his back, he ran a hand over the area. He cringed as his own gentle touch brought him pain. "Damn," he muttered, stepping into the hot stream. "Heero, you asshole. You're gonna get it."
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"Ahhhh!"
Upon hearing the yell, Duo slid into the kitchen of their cabin. He saw Quatre fuming, picking up pieces of a broken plate. Puzzled, he asked the Arabian what had happened. It wasn't everyday that he was this angry. "Heero!" He shouted, violently throwing the ruined pieces of china away. "He came in, opened the fridge and started drinking milk out of the carton. I told him not to do that, and he just ignored me. I figured that was Heero for you, and then I saw that he was kind of pale. He didn't look so good. So I asked him what was wrong, he swore at me, and threw a plate! What is wrong with him?"
Duo gnawed on his lip, contemplating if he should tell Quatre about his incident with Heero as well. He decided against it. "Maybe he's just in a bad mood, or something." The blond snorted and turned away to continue making breakfast, muttering obscenities. Duo chuckled and walked over to a drawer everyone thought was glued shut. Opening it silently, he drew several Pixie Stiks. He was sneaking away when Quatre turned to tell him something.
"Oh Duo, wait.. Hey! What are those? Pixie Stiks! Duo, you know you can't take sugar normally!"
Duo looked horrified. "But there's no sugar in Pixie Stiks!"
"Duo, Pixie Stiks /are/ sugar. Now, give me those!" Quatre snatched the slender sticks from him. Duo sighed, defeated, and walked outside.
The cabin they were all staying in was deep in a secluded forest. However, how anyone got a huge house like that there was quite far beyond Duo. The oak building had a deck that wrapped around the entire house, and a large backyard. A deep in-ground pool snaked its way around the fenced in area, a patio table and chairs near the ladder. He sunk deep into one of the chairs, dipping his head back so the edges of the braid, swung gently above the calm water's edge.
Duo tried hard not to think of Heero's recent actions and his equally recent revelation that he was rather.. attractive. He gnashed his teeth together, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried desperately to banish the image of Heero's stomp towards him, and the way their faces were just inches away from each other before he had gotten his lights punched out.
Finally realizing that Duo was not going to be able to get Heero out of his head completely, he thought of other things while the boy loomed in the back of his mind. He thought of the war. Would it ever end? Hopefully soon. In the battle, he loved it, but viewing it from afar, he quite bluntly made him sick. All the people, all the lives lost. He remembered the mission the previous night. He thought about the colony, he wondered if there was anybody on it. He frowned when he remembered that Heero had almost destroyed it.
And he remembered that he had teased the pilot about telling that he had. Could that had set him off? No, of course not. He hadn't even told and why would that get on Heero's nerves so bad? He shrugged it off and thought of other things. Like what Quatre was making for breakfast. At that moment, Trowa pushed aside the sliding door.
"Duo, breakfast is ready."
"Yes!" the Deathscythe pilot sliding, leaping up and speed walking alongside Trowa's long strides. "So, what's he making?"
Trowa shrugged. "I haven't the faintest idea. I didn't get a chance to check, Quatre sent me to get you on sight." Trowa looked down at Duo out of his one visible eye. "Duo... "
"Mm?" He replied, not really paying attention to what the boy was saying. He was getting several vision of what might lay upon the table.
"Do you know what happened with Quatre and Heero this morning?"
Duo widened his violet eyes a bit and looked at Trowa to make sure he heard right. His eyes averted to the ground when the other boy's expression didn't change. He chewed on the bit of his thumb. "Well, sort of."
Duo was about to explain what he heard when they reached the kitchen, but he stopped. Heero and Wufei were leaning against the opposite walls, and Quatre was fixing plate and laying them on the table. Every so often he would shoot a glare at Heero. Duo could feel the tension in the room. It was like a fog, choking them all, making speech and smiles impossible. It didn't seem to affect Wufei, however, because so far he hadn't had any bad incidents with this new Heero. Of course, they could also possibly be because Wufei barely did any of the things that the rest could not.
When all was done, Heero sat down first. Quatre then sat as far away from Heero he could possibly manage, then Trowa sat next to him. Duo half consiously avoided the seat next to Heero and ended up sitting across from him. Wufei took the remaining seat.
For a long time the tension was still so tight you could pluck it and make a note. Pushing around his scrambled eggs, Duo muttered brightly ,"I heard this great joke-" Slamming down his glass of orange juice, Wufei interrupted, "Shut up, Duo." The American's eyes widened. "What? I'm just trying to lighten the mood. Everybody's so quiet... " Quatre smirked a little. "And we all know how you add quiet, Duo. What, has it been five minutes? This must be a record for you." Duo grinned. "Shut up, Quatre."
After that, things lightened up a bit. Slow chatter filled the table, Wufei occasionally adding a comment and Heero staying silent. Whenever Duo spoke, Heero glared harder at him, wordlessly demanding he stay silent. Arching an eyebrow, Duo stuck his tongue out a little. Heero's eyes narrowed so much that they looked completely shut. His fists clenched his fork tightly and stabbed it into a pancake. It quivered when he let go. For a moment, Duo truly believed Heero was going to stand up and thoroughly beat the shit out of him, this time so he wouldn't get up. But instead, he just got up and stomped away. Duo breathed a sigh of relief. With Heero gone, things brightened up even more.
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During the day, there were more incidents involving Heero. When Trowa walked into the garage to question the pilot about his actions towards his lover, Heero was standing on his Gundam's head, doing more technical nonsense. He started up the ladder to meet him, but Heero had shouted ,"Omae o korosu." Trowa was suddenly dodging a barrage of sharp objects. Had it been another person and situation, Trowa would've been mildly impressed at the skill and timing the objects were thrown. He had a rough time dodging them. "What the hell's your problem?" He yelled back, glaring up. Heero only glared back. "Out," he bellowed, his voice echoing around the concrete garage. Knowing that if he tried again, he'd just be showered with more objects, so he stomped away.
It was similar with Wufei. He had also walked into the garage and saw that Heero was no where to be found. However, he had noticed that his laptop was open and went to investigate. In large letters on the screen, where the words:
OPTROX INSTABILITY CUSTOM MODULE MODEL: ZZZ-547863-12
Curious, Wufei went to scroll on, but suddenly heard a voice behind him.
"What are you doing?"
Heero was standing behind him with a shadowy glare on his face. Before Wufei could reply, Heero had pounced on him and they commenced to roll around on the concrete, beating each other up. This went on for several moments until Trowa burst in and separated them. They tried to get back to each other, but Trowa dragged him away. "Wufei, listen. There's something wrong with Heero," he whispered.
"Yes, I know," Wufei replied, voice husky from the fight. "He's still breathing! I'll be glad to fix that for him."
"No, Wufei," Trowa growled, shaking Wufei a little. "If you just keep fighting him he'll keep getting angry. There's something else wrong, he's different. I think now everybody but Duo has noticed this. We should talk to the others and try figure this out."
Wufei looked stubborn, but eventually crossed his arms and nodded. "Fine. Tomorrow, though. It's late now."
Trowa nodded. "Good. Tomorrow, we'll discuss this."
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Duo sat by the window and looked out at the night sky. He was brushing his hair softly and thinking about Heero has he had a million times before that day. Something was defiantly not right with the Wing Zero pilot. He had been violent with everybody today. Maybe he was still in a bad mood and maybe everybody hadn't yet noticed. Shrugging, he stood up and stretched and let out a yelp of pain. He rubbed his back to ease the pain that had erupted there. He had probably stretched the bruised muscles too much there. Sighing miserably, he pulled back the black covers of his bed and quickly went to sleep with a busy mind.
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Several hours later, deep into the night, the door of the Deathscythe pilot's door opened and shut silently. Sneakered feet padded noiselessly on the plush carpet to where the Shinigami lay sleeping. An evil smile curled on his lips and he whispered in the darkness, "You are /mine/, Duo. Forever and a day." To seal his words, he bent down and kissed the boy hard on his lips. He was gone before the boy had fully awoken. In a sleep induced daze, Duo brushed his fingers across his lips.
"Heero?"
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To be continued! HA, I /love/ that line! Unless you don't value your sanity, REVIEW ME.
... Strange Lover.
Warnings...
Angst
Yaoi
Violence
Comments... 03.17.01
Okay, second chapter! Thanks for all the nice comments. ^_^ Yes, I am an evil author! *evil laugh* Ooh, sorry for all the spelling and grammtical errors. No spell check for Vinny-kins. ;_;
Disclamier...
I don't own any of the Gundam Wing characters, quite unfortunatly. I'm not doing this for money either, even more unfortunate. I need money! ;__;
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"Mrrrmm... "
Duo moaned slightly as he stirred. There was warmth all around him, but he wasn't covered. He was cold. He sat up shakily, but was forced back down by dull waves of pain exploding from his stomach and back.
"What the... ?"
He laid there for several moments, trying to remember, pushing through his pounding head and aches. Heero.. he remembered Heero. And concrete, and Heero's violent beauty. He ignored the smile tugging at his lips when he remembered what Heero had done afterwards.
The Wing Zero pilot had always been rather violent, but he wouldn't explode over the playful teasing Duo had done the previous night. Normally, Heero would just grunt and curse at Duo. Of course, he would continue until Heero would throw something at him, usually a fist, but Duo would scoot away and Heero wouldn't pursue. But this time he had. Why?
When the pain had subsided, he got up and walked to the bathroom. By that time, he had concluded that he just caught Heero in a really bad mood. Maybe he deserved it. Shrugging it off, he turned the shower on and undressed while the water warmed. He found his breathing hard as steam filled up the bathroom. Nude, Duo turned to get into the glass encased shower, when he noticed an unfamiliar bruise creeping around the middle of his spine in the hazy mirror. Pulling his long, chestnut colored hair away from his back, he ran a hand over the area. He cringed as his own gentle touch brought him pain. "Damn," he muttered, stepping into the hot stream. "Heero, you asshole. You're gonna get it."
===================================================
"Ahhhh!"
Upon hearing the yell, Duo slid into the kitchen of their cabin. He saw Quatre fuming, picking up pieces of a broken plate. Puzzled, he asked the Arabian what had happened. It wasn't everyday that he was this angry. "Heero!" He shouted, violently throwing the ruined pieces of china away. "He came in, opened the fridge and started drinking milk out of the carton. I told him not to do that, and he just ignored me. I figured that was Heero for you, and then I saw that he was kind of pale. He didn't look so good. So I asked him what was wrong, he swore at me, and threw a plate! What is wrong with him?"
Duo gnawed on his lip, contemplating if he should tell Quatre about his incident with Heero as well. He decided against it. "Maybe he's just in a bad mood, or something." The blond snorted and turned away to continue making breakfast, muttering obscenities. Duo chuckled and walked over to a drawer everyone thought was glued shut. Opening it silently, he drew several Pixie Stiks. He was sneaking away when Quatre turned to tell him something.
"Oh Duo, wait.. Hey! What are those? Pixie Stiks! Duo, you know you can't take sugar normally!"
Duo looked horrified. "But there's no sugar in Pixie Stiks!"
"Duo, Pixie Stiks /are/ sugar. Now, give me those!" Quatre snatched the slender sticks from him. Duo sighed, defeated, and walked outside.
The cabin they were all staying in was deep in a secluded forest. However, how anyone got a huge house like that there was quite far beyond Duo. The oak building had a deck that wrapped around the entire house, and a large backyard. A deep in-ground pool snaked its way around the fenced in area, a patio table and chairs near the ladder. He sunk deep into one of the chairs, dipping his head back so the edges of the braid, swung gently above the calm water's edge.
Duo tried hard not to think of Heero's recent actions and his equally recent revelation that he was rather.. attractive. He gnashed his teeth together, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried desperately to banish the image of Heero's stomp towards him, and the way their faces were just inches away from each other before he had gotten his lights punched out.
Finally realizing that Duo was not going to be able to get Heero out of his head completely, he thought of other things while the boy loomed in the back of his mind. He thought of the war. Would it ever end? Hopefully soon. In the battle, he loved it, but viewing it from afar, he quite bluntly made him sick. All the people, all the lives lost. He remembered the mission the previous night. He thought about the colony, he wondered if there was anybody on it. He frowned when he remembered that Heero had almost destroyed it.
And he remembered that he had teased the pilot about telling that he had. Could that had set him off? No, of course not. He hadn't even told and why would that get on Heero's nerves so bad? He shrugged it off and thought of other things. Like what Quatre was making for breakfast. At that moment, Trowa pushed aside the sliding door.
"Duo, breakfast is ready."
"Yes!" the Deathscythe pilot sliding, leaping up and speed walking alongside Trowa's long strides. "So, what's he making?"
Trowa shrugged. "I haven't the faintest idea. I didn't get a chance to check, Quatre sent me to get you on sight." Trowa looked down at Duo out of his one visible eye. "Duo... "
"Mm?" He replied, not really paying attention to what the boy was saying. He was getting several vision of what might lay upon the table.
"Do you know what happened with Quatre and Heero this morning?"
Duo widened his violet eyes a bit and looked at Trowa to make sure he heard right. His eyes averted to the ground when the other boy's expression didn't change. He chewed on the bit of his thumb. "Well, sort of."
Duo was about to explain what he heard when they reached the kitchen, but he stopped. Heero and Wufei were leaning against the opposite walls, and Quatre was fixing plate and laying them on the table. Every so often he would shoot a glare at Heero. Duo could feel the tension in the room. It was like a fog, choking them all, making speech and smiles impossible. It didn't seem to affect Wufei, however, because so far he hadn't had any bad incidents with this new Heero. Of course, they could also possibly be because Wufei barely did any of the things that the rest could not.
When all was done, Heero sat down first. Quatre then sat as far away from Heero he could possibly manage, then Trowa sat next to him. Duo half consiously avoided the seat next to Heero and ended up sitting across from him. Wufei took the remaining seat.
For a long time the tension was still so tight you could pluck it and make a note. Pushing around his scrambled eggs, Duo muttered brightly ,"I heard this great joke-" Slamming down his glass of orange juice, Wufei interrupted, "Shut up, Duo." The American's eyes widened. "What? I'm just trying to lighten the mood. Everybody's so quiet... " Quatre smirked a little. "And we all know how you add quiet, Duo. What, has it been five minutes? This must be a record for you." Duo grinned. "Shut up, Quatre."
After that, things lightened up a bit. Slow chatter filled the table, Wufei occasionally adding a comment and Heero staying silent. Whenever Duo spoke, Heero glared harder at him, wordlessly demanding he stay silent. Arching an eyebrow, Duo stuck his tongue out a little. Heero's eyes narrowed so much that they looked completely shut. His fists clenched his fork tightly and stabbed it into a pancake. It quivered when he let go. For a moment, Duo truly believed Heero was going to stand up and thoroughly beat the shit out of him, this time so he wouldn't get up. But instead, he just got up and stomped away. Duo breathed a sigh of relief. With Heero gone, things brightened up even more.
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During the day, there were more incidents involving Heero. When Trowa walked into the garage to question the pilot about his actions towards his lover, Heero was standing on his Gundam's head, doing more technical nonsense. He started up the ladder to meet him, but Heero had shouted ,"Omae o korosu." Trowa was suddenly dodging a barrage of sharp objects. Had it been another person and situation, Trowa would've been mildly impressed at the skill and timing the objects were thrown. He had a rough time dodging them. "What the hell's your problem?" He yelled back, glaring up. Heero only glared back. "Out," he bellowed, his voice echoing around the concrete garage. Knowing that if he tried again, he'd just be showered with more objects, so he stomped away.
It was similar with Wufei. He had also walked into the garage and saw that Heero was no where to be found. However, he had noticed that his laptop was open and went to investigate. In large letters on the screen, where the words:
OPTROX INSTABILITY CUSTOM MODULE MODEL: ZZZ-547863-12
Curious, Wufei went to scroll on, but suddenly heard a voice behind him.
"What are you doing?"
Heero was standing behind him with a shadowy glare on his face. Before Wufei could reply, Heero had pounced on him and they commenced to roll around on the concrete, beating each other up. This went on for several moments until Trowa burst in and separated them. They tried to get back to each other, but Trowa dragged him away. "Wufei, listen. There's something wrong with Heero," he whispered.
"Yes, I know," Wufei replied, voice husky from the fight. "He's still breathing! I'll be glad to fix that for him."
"No, Wufei," Trowa growled, shaking Wufei a little. "If you just keep fighting him he'll keep getting angry. There's something else wrong, he's different. I think now everybody but Duo has noticed this. We should talk to the others and try figure this out."
Wufei looked stubborn, but eventually crossed his arms and nodded. "Fine. Tomorrow, though. It's late now."
Trowa nodded. "Good. Tomorrow, we'll discuss this."
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Duo sat by the window and looked out at the night sky. He was brushing his hair softly and thinking about Heero has he had a million times before that day. Something was defiantly not right with the Wing Zero pilot. He had been violent with everybody today. Maybe he was still in a bad mood and maybe everybody hadn't yet noticed. Shrugging, he stood up and stretched and let out a yelp of pain. He rubbed his back to ease the pain that had erupted there. He had probably stretched the bruised muscles too much there. Sighing miserably, he pulled back the black covers of his bed and quickly went to sleep with a busy mind.
===================================================
Several hours later, deep into the night, the door of the Deathscythe pilot's door opened and shut silently. Sneakered feet padded noiselessly on the plush carpet to where the Shinigami lay sleeping. An evil smile curled on his lips and he whispered in the darkness, "You are /mine/, Duo. Forever and a day." To seal his words, he bent down and kissed the boy hard on his lips. He was gone before the boy had fully awoken. In a sleep induced daze, Duo brushed his fingers across his lips.
"Heero?"
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To be continued! HA, I /love/ that line! Unless you don't value your sanity, REVIEW ME.