Koibito Hen
... Strange Lover.
Warnings...
Yaoi
Violence
Comments... 03.19.01
I'd really like to leave you guys hanging for a little bit, but I love writing this story! ^__^ Oh yes, since this story doesn't quite seem to be angsty yet, I've decided to take it off. For now.
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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Duo woke up with a headache the next morning. He had woken up in the middle of the night, around four, and whispered Heero's name in the dark. He had a very strange dream beforehand. There was a shadow among the darkness, comforting with its frightening prescense. It didn't make sense, but the shadow, terrifying as it was, it simply being there made him want to embrace it. The shadow had whispered haunting but loving words to him and kissed him deeply and was gone.
The shadow reminded him of Heero.
Duo swallowed the dry lump in his throat and got up slowly. He washed and dressed while taking his time as well, going over his dream. When he had woke up, he could've sworn on his Gundam that he heard a door shut. Maybe it wasn't that much of a dream after all. Maybe Heero really was there. Maybe Heero really is a shadow.
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After dinner, the evening was pretty mild. Actually, it was freezing. For Duo, at least. He was pretty much alone in a house you could get lost in. Heero had still locked himself away in the garage with his gundam -what the hell was he doing in there?- and Quatre, Trowa and Wufei were nowhere to be found. He was bored out of his mind.
Television had gotten him nowhere. Why was it that the more channels you have, the less interesting stuff was on? The temperture had dropped and it was far too cold to go for a swim in the pool. That was /if/ he could find his way to the back door. Games were pointless, he wasn't hungry, the books held no action and his fingers weren't in the mood to use a computer. He was fairly sure he had never been this bored in his life.
"I know!" He finally proclaimed, snapping his fingers. "I'll go out. Nobody'll realize I'm gone."
Grinning wickedly, Duo hurried back to his room to get dressed. Twenty minutes later, he was satisfied with his outfit. He examined himself in the full length mirror, turning this way and that. Black leather pants hugged his slender hips and legs tightly but comfortably, black boots blending seamlessly in. A dark fishnet shirt covered his thin yet muscled torso, a trenchcoat worthy vest whipping around him as he moved. A silver cross on a long chain and a gold one tighter about his neck completed the assemble.
"Perfect," he murmured with a grin. He then went on to do your average sneaking-out-mission-impossible routine to get out of the house. He went over to the side of the garage where he kept his motorcycle. Walking it out for several feet so he wouldn't alert anyone, Duo mounted the vehicle and took off into the night.
This would be fun.
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Wufei, Quatre and Trowa walked out of the large abandoned study on the west wing of the mansion. "Then it's settled," Wufei said. "We wait until Heero does something ridciously drastic and then we go bother him." Quatre shrugged. "It seems so." The Chinese grumbled. "I still don't understand why we have to wait. I think he's done enough already." Trowa sighed. "He hasn't killed anybody yet, right? So maybe after the big thing he'll have cooled down. He might have an explaniation then." "Hey, we should go to him now. He'd be able to explain just fine with my fist in his mouth."
Quatre rolled his eyes. "We should tell Duo about this before he opens his big mouth and angers Heero even more." Trowa nodded in agreement. "Yeah, good idea. Where is Duo anyway? I haven't heard anything explode, crash or crumble in a while." His lover giggled. "Me neither. Let's go for him."
A half hour later, the search proved to be fruitless. Duo was no where to be found. A thorough search of all the rooms, the backyard and surrounding area had turned him up missing. However, no one had yet checked the garage. Since nothing had yet go awry with the Shinigami and the Perfect Soldier, why would he be afraid to go work on his Gundam?
Three heads peeked into the garage. "Duo?" The questioning yell of three echoed around the four walls of concrete. Heero, who was standing next to Wing Zero's helm, went rigid.
"Duo's... gone?" came his calm, demanding voice.
He didn't wait for an answer. Heero leapt from he was and slid bumpily down the side of his gundam. He jogged over to the door of garage, slammed his fist on the green button that would open it and rolled underneath when it was high enough. There was only a furious cry of ,"Damn it!" when he discovered Duo's motorcycle was missing. In the next second, the angry hum of Heero's speeder was heard and took off down the main road.
Quatre chewed his lip thoughtfully. "Maybe we should... " "Follow?," Trowa finished. "To make sure-" "That the baka doesn't get hurt," Wufei interrupted impatiently. "The way /he/ took off, it seems that whatever Duo did is going to get him in a lot of trouble. Or in Heero's current case, a lot of pain." They all nodded in agreement to the Nataku pilot's words and hopped into the remaining vehicle, their huge all terran truck. It was very big and not very inconscpious, but everybody had one so what was the big deal. They took off after the Perfect Soldier.
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After a few minutes of searching, Duo had found the perfect club to nestle in. It was called the 'Black Cherry', where clubbers got in by appearance alone. If you looked outrageous or devoted or desprete enough, you got in. Duo got in almost immediately by the bouncer, who was buffed up enough to appear like a imp from Hell than could break the Shinigami in half. As he walked past, a strong gust of wind blew, lifting Duo's vest high at the waist so it nicely displayed his leather encased legs. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the bouncer's eyebrows rising. An embarassed blush passed over Duo's face and he sighed in relief at the cool ar of the club.
It was dark at first, but brightly colored strobelights burst into his vision. Bass heavy death techno exploded in his ears, weighing him down as if he were wading through murky swamp waters. ( AU: The music playing is "Confusion" by New Order off the Blade Soundtrack. I thought it fit. ^_^ ) He quickly found the beat of the song and moved to it as he strode over to the bar. A few drinks to put him into the mood and he'd be set to burn the dance floor into ashes. The bartender inspected him for a few moments and finally slid him a shot of something. It was too dark to see what it was, but he downed it anyway. It burned his throat, making his head swim. It was revolting, but satisifying and instantly addictive. He was given another.
After a few more, Duo had clearly given into the effects of the drink. Everything seemed to going a million miles an hour except that which was closest to him. He swallowed, his head getting light. All that seemed to matter now was his glass, the music and eventually getting up to dance. He felt hands dragging themselves painstakingly down his front, over his legs and thighs. He spluttered into the glass, and blushed deeply, thankful for the strobe lights and darkness concealing it. Then the culprit sat down next to him, with a sly smile on his face. Artifically light colored hair fell into white-ish eyes set into a pale face. Black clothes garbed a sickly thin body. He was handsome, but he just seemed so fake.
"Nice ass," he shouted over the music.
If Duo's face had never resembled that of al lobster, it had now. He gave an embarassed grin at the man and held on tighter to his glass.
"It looks like you're new to the Meth," he said, naming the drink which Duo had accepted so freely. "It's best if you just give into it and take it where it wants you. Wanna dance?"
That's what triggered it. All he needed was an invitation, and now he had one. He leapt up and the man leapt up as well. And they danced.
Duo went on like a maniac at first, one beside a whole. But soon he fell in, becoming part of the drugged animal that the Black Cherry was all about. He had lost the man almost immediately, but it didn't matter. One partner fell into the next. A waist hold, a crotch grab, a hip grind, a kiss, they all blended together. Nothing mattered by itself. The music was part of him, everyone around him was part of him. They were one. The great jumping, moving, pounding, dancing drugged animal that would never sleep.
But there was one that refused to join the crowd, who sat away. He watched the creature his beloved had become, allowing the others to take him away. He chanted angrily under his breath ,"You are /mine/ and only /mine/ and you will /pay/."
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To be continued! Bwa ha ha! Chapters will get shorter now, because of my need to leave all of my lovely viewers in suspense. *gasp* What will the 'stranger' in the back of the Black Cherry to do the 'creature'? Find out in the next episode of Koibito Hen! By the way, PLEASE DON'T KILL ME. AND REVIEW ME DANG IT. ^_^
... Strange Lover.
Warnings...
Yaoi
Violence
Comments... 03.19.01
I'd really like to leave you guys hanging for a little bit, but I love writing this story! ^__^ Oh yes, since this story doesn't quite seem to be angsty yet, I've decided to take it off. For now.
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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Duo woke up with a headache the next morning. He had woken up in the middle of the night, around four, and whispered Heero's name in the dark. He had a very strange dream beforehand. There was a shadow among the darkness, comforting with its frightening prescense. It didn't make sense, but the shadow, terrifying as it was, it simply being there made him want to embrace it. The shadow had whispered haunting but loving words to him and kissed him deeply and was gone.
The shadow reminded him of Heero.
Duo swallowed the dry lump in his throat and got up slowly. He washed and dressed while taking his time as well, going over his dream. When he had woke up, he could've sworn on his Gundam that he heard a door shut. Maybe it wasn't that much of a dream after all. Maybe Heero really was there. Maybe Heero really is a shadow.
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After dinner, the evening was pretty mild. Actually, it was freezing. For Duo, at least. He was pretty much alone in a house you could get lost in. Heero had still locked himself away in the garage with his gundam -what the hell was he doing in there?- and Quatre, Trowa and Wufei were nowhere to be found. He was bored out of his mind.
Television had gotten him nowhere. Why was it that the more channels you have, the less interesting stuff was on? The temperture had dropped and it was far too cold to go for a swim in the pool. That was /if/ he could find his way to the back door. Games were pointless, he wasn't hungry, the books held no action and his fingers weren't in the mood to use a computer. He was fairly sure he had never been this bored in his life.
"I know!" He finally proclaimed, snapping his fingers. "I'll go out. Nobody'll realize I'm gone."
Grinning wickedly, Duo hurried back to his room to get dressed. Twenty minutes later, he was satisfied with his outfit. He examined himself in the full length mirror, turning this way and that. Black leather pants hugged his slender hips and legs tightly but comfortably, black boots blending seamlessly in. A dark fishnet shirt covered his thin yet muscled torso, a trenchcoat worthy vest whipping around him as he moved. A silver cross on a long chain and a gold one tighter about his neck completed the assemble.
"Perfect," he murmured with a grin. He then went on to do your average sneaking-out-mission-impossible routine to get out of the house. He went over to the side of the garage where he kept his motorcycle. Walking it out for several feet so he wouldn't alert anyone, Duo mounted the vehicle and took off into the night.
This would be fun.
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Wufei, Quatre and Trowa walked out of the large abandoned study on the west wing of the mansion. "Then it's settled," Wufei said. "We wait until Heero does something ridciously drastic and then we go bother him." Quatre shrugged. "It seems so." The Chinese grumbled. "I still don't understand why we have to wait. I think he's done enough already." Trowa sighed. "He hasn't killed anybody yet, right? So maybe after the big thing he'll have cooled down. He might have an explaniation then." "Hey, we should go to him now. He'd be able to explain just fine with my fist in his mouth."
Quatre rolled his eyes. "We should tell Duo about this before he opens his big mouth and angers Heero even more." Trowa nodded in agreement. "Yeah, good idea. Where is Duo anyway? I haven't heard anything explode, crash or crumble in a while." His lover giggled. "Me neither. Let's go for him."
A half hour later, the search proved to be fruitless. Duo was no where to be found. A thorough search of all the rooms, the backyard and surrounding area had turned him up missing. However, no one had yet checked the garage. Since nothing had yet go awry with the Shinigami and the Perfect Soldier, why would he be afraid to go work on his Gundam?
Three heads peeked into the garage. "Duo?" The questioning yell of three echoed around the four walls of concrete. Heero, who was standing next to Wing Zero's helm, went rigid.
"Duo's... gone?" came his calm, demanding voice.
He didn't wait for an answer. Heero leapt from he was and slid bumpily down the side of his gundam. He jogged over to the door of garage, slammed his fist on the green button that would open it and rolled underneath when it was high enough. There was only a furious cry of ,"Damn it!" when he discovered Duo's motorcycle was missing. In the next second, the angry hum of Heero's speeder was heard and took off down the main road.
Quatre chewed his lip thoughtfully. "Maybe we should... " "Follow?," Trowa finished. "To make sure-" "That the baka doesn't get hurt," Wufei interrupted impatiently. "The way /he/ took off, it seems that whatever Duo did is going to get him in a lot of trouble. Or in Heero's current case, a lot of pain." They all nodded in agreement to the Nataku pilot's words and hopped into the remaining vehicle, their huge all terran truck. It was very big and not very inconscpious, but everybody had one so what was the big deal. They took off after the Perfect Soldier.
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After a few minutes of searching, Duo had found the perfect club to nestle in. It was called the 'Black Cherry', where clubbers got in by appearance alone. If you looked outrageous or devoted or desprete enough, you got in. Duo got in almost immediately by the bouncer, who was buffed up enough to appear like a imp from Hell than could break the Shinigami in half. As he walked past, a strong gust of wind blew, lifting Duo's vest high at the waist so it nicely displayed his leather encased legs. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the bouncer's eyebrows rising. An embarassed blush passed over Duo's face and he sighed in relief at the cool ar of the club.
It was dark at first, but brightly colored strobelights burst into his vision. Bass heavy death techno exploded in his ears, weighing him down as if he were wading through murky swamp waters. ( AU: The music playing is "Confusion" by New Order off the Blade Soundtrack. I thought it fit. ^_^ ) He quickly found the beat of the song and moved to it as he strode over to the bar. A few drinks to put him into the mood and he'd be set to burn the dance floor into ashes. The bartender inspected him for a few moments and finally slid him a shot of something. It was too dark to see what it was, but he downed it anyway. It burned his throat, making his head swim. It was revolting, but satisifying and instantly addictive. He was given another.
After a few more, Duo had clearly given into the effects of the drink. Everything seemed to going a million miles an hour except that which was closest to him. He swallowed, his head getting light. All that seemed to matter now was his glass, the music and eventually getting up to dance. He felt hands dragging themselves painstakingly down his front, over his legs and thighs. He spluttered into the glass, and blushed deeply, thankful for the strobe lights and darkness concealing it. Then the culprit sat down next to him, with a sly smile on his face. Artifically light colored hair fell into white-ish eyes set into a pale face. Black clothes garbed a sickly thin body. He was handsome, but he just seemed so fake.
"Nice ass," he shouted over the music.
If Duo's face had never resembled that of al lobster, it had now. He gave an embarassed grin at the man and held on tighter to his glass.
"It looks like you're new to the Meth," he said, naming the drink which Duo had accepted so freely. "It's best if you just give into it and take it where it wants you. Wanna dance?"
That's what triggered it. All he needed was an invitation, and now he had one. He leapt up and the man leapt up as well. And they danced.
Duo went on like a maniac at first, one beside a whole. But soon he fell in, becoming part of the drugged animal that the Black Cherry was all about. He had lost the man almost immediately, but it didn't matter. One partner fell into the next. A waist hold, a crotch grab, a hip grind, a kiss, they all blended together. Nothing mattered by itself. The music was part of him, everyone around him was part of him. They were one. The great jumping, moving, pounding, dancing drugged animal that would never sleep.
But there was one that refused to join the crowd, who sat away. He watched the creature his beloved had become, allowing the others to take him away. He chanted angrily under his breath ,"You are /mine/ and only /mine/ and you will /pay/."
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To be continued! Bwa ha ha! Chapters will get shorter now, because of my need to leave all of my lovely viewers in suspense. *gasp* What will the 'stranger' in the back of the Black Cherry to do the 'creature'? Find out in the next episode of Koibito Hen! By the way, PLEASE DON'T KILL ME. AND REVIEW ME DANG IT. ^_^