Koibito Hen
... Strange Lover.
Warnings...
Angst
Yaoi
Violence
Comments... 03.21.01
*is glad she isn't dead yet* ^_^;; Well, it looks like I'm safe from my fellow fangirls for now. Anyway, on with the...-
*Duo walks up and glances at the story, then leaps back in disgust* Heero did THAT do me! How dare you! Girly, you will pay!
*sweatdrops* Safe from my fellow fangirls, not quite safe from the main characters...
*Heero walks up and glances at story, sweatdrops* Duo isn't -that- submissive. Besides, I don't have to fight Duo to get some.
*falls over from the weight of her sweatdrop* Eeegh...
*Duo leaps into Heero's arms* That's right, Heero-koi! You got any of that stuff that tastes like strawberries left over from last night?
*Heero smirks and walks off with Duo* See you later, Vinny-kins. Any shouts you hear coming from our room.. well, you know what it is.
*raises finger weakly* On with the story... ugh..
(Heehee. ^^;; I couldn't resist.)
Disclamier...
I don't own any of the Gundam Wing characters, although I will keep asking my parents, Santa and the Tooth Fairy for them until I do. ^_^ Nor am I getting money or any form of payment for this, although I will keep asking my parents, Santa and the Tooth Fairy for some until I do. ^_^
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Duo carefully uncurled from his position on the floor. He briefly wondered what he was doing on the carpet when painful images coupled with a violent hangover exploded in his weary mind. He ignored the fresh tears that flooded his face and crawled into the bathroom, throwing up everything he had while trying to dissolve the memories. When he had finished, he dry-heaved a few times and flushed the toliet. He pulled himself up to the sink and sobbed when he saw his reflection in the mirror.
Both his once beautiful violet eyes were bloodshot, swollen shut and surrounded in black bruises that covered most of his face. Most of his face was black and blue, dried blood clogging his nose and mouth. More bruises coated his shoulders and arms.
Duo brushed aside flakes of the caked blood from his nose, clearing his breathing a bit. He stroked his throat, noting miserably that there were teeth marks there too. Sighing, he turned and started the shower. He slipped off his pants, which were already half off anyway, and crawled into the corner of the linolemium cased box, vaguely aware of the water beating away at his body.
He hugged his knees to his chest and rocked, trying to melt into the wall. He watched the once sticky redness flow into drain, freeing him of the blood but not the filth Heero had left to him. He shuddered.
"How could you, Heero?"
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Wufei rocked boredly in his chair in the kitchen while Quatre made breakfast and Trowa supervised. They were all way to weary to make a decent breakfast, so it was some sort of oatmeal and microwavable waffles. The Chinese stared incredulously at the food set before him. "What is this... stuff?" Quatre looked at the box. "Er.. Cream of Wheat, I think.." Wufei made a face and was about to go on about the slop placed in front of him, when Quatre twitched.
"You would've had something better if you hadn't been going so fast!"
"Hey, it's not my fault that old onna waltzed into the street," he retailated. "And if you hadn't been the good sumerian and made me drive her to the hospital when she had that heart attack, we would've gotten here in time!"
Trowa was the one who broke up the fight. "In time for what? It's not like we missed anything of great importance."
The two pilots still glared daggers at each other until the stairs creaked. Duo walked in and went over to the fridge after glancing distastefully at what was being made. A long sleeved black silk shirt with a high collar and jeans clothed him. A hat was pulled down low over his face, darkly tinted sunglasses hiding what the shadows would not. His long chestnut hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, the excess strands surrounding his face.
"What's with mister incognito?"
There was no reply from the Shinigami.
Wufei arched an eyebrow. "Who are you and what have you done with Duo?"
Quatre nudged the Chinese violently. "Shut up, Wufei. Duo, are you okay?"
There was a gentle shake 'no' from his head. "Come on, Duo. You can tell us," Quatre insisted, placing a hand on his shoulder. The Deathscythe pilot hissed and drew back as if in pain. The three looked alarmed. "Duo," Wufei said firmly to the boy he rarely showed any time of care for. "What the /hell/ is up?"
His disguised head glanced around rapidly for a moment, as if looking for something. "I was kind of sick this morning," he croaked out hestitantly, "and I'm a little sore. I just don't feel so hot, that's all. Can I get a little privacy now, please?" The three gundam pilots nodded doubtfully, but left their friend alone. He eventually sat down for some actually food instead of raiding the fridge for things he could salvage. Breakfast was eaten in mostly silence and Duo left as soon as he was done.
Heero never came down.
The rest of the day was silent, which seemed impossible if Duo was even vaguely consious. And even that was to be considered.
Quatre sighed as he played chess with Wufei, while Trowa watched, prepared to challenged the victor. "I'm worried about Duo, you guys," he annouced. Wufei shrugged as he moved his knight into position to capture Quatre's queen. "You shouldn't be. He was drunk last night, so he deserves to be sick today." Quatre toyed with his pawn thoughtfully. "I know, but I always doubted that a hangover could shut Duo down so effectivly. That must've been some pretty strong stuff he had." There were murmurs of agreement.
Boys, you have no idea.
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Duo fingered the edge of his shirt boredly. The bed he lay on had no headboard, but was pushed against a wall. Windows wrapped tightly around the two walls that faced the outdoors, all curtainlessly, and all a quater of the way down from the ceiling with a counter like surface so one could sit. The room drowned in orange hues from the fading sun. Duo sighed as he watched television, not laughing at jokes that would normally set him into hysterics. He had stayed in the room all day, wondering vaguely if Heero would return.
He hadn't done much of anything at all that day. Nothing contructive, at least. He watched television, listened to music, played video games, ate and slept. He had mentally wound himself down all day, flincing at ever small noise. A bird by the window become Heero, the shadows the fading light played on the walls were Heero, the noises the pipes made were Heero. Disgusted, he shut the TV off and tossed the remote aside.
He blinked rapidly in the utter darkness made by the fleeting sun and the rising full moon. He suddenly felt tired, completely exhausted. He curled up on his bed, drifting off slowly. So.. tired.
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Several hours later, late into the night, Duo's eyes fluttered open. He wondered briefly what had woken him, and quickly found out. The bedsprings creaked. He shot up, his mouth instantly covered by Heero's hand. He took a panicked breath, breathing in the boy's smell. He smelled like metal and oil and soap and...
"Shhh, love one," he whispered huskily. "You did well today, but you have not been fully punished for what you have done." He ignored the whimpers and thrashing of the Shinigami beneath him. "You will continue to be punished tonight."
In the following hour, Duo recieved a new set of bruises and emotional scars.
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To be continued! Don't worry, I'm fairly sure that chapter six will be up tonight. Why, how come, you may ask? Because there's no school tomorrow and I can stay up late! Might even have chapter seven up, too. ^_^ REVIEW ME, or I'll transport horny Heero and Duo to your house all night. Trust me, you do NOT want them right next to your room. The make a LOT of noise. @_@
... Strange Lover.
Warnings...
Angst
Yaoi
Violence
Comments... 03.21.01
*is glad she isn't dead yet* ^_^;; Well, it looks like I'm safe from my fellow fangirls for now. Anyway, on with the...-
*Duo walks up and glances at the story, then leaps back in disgust* Heero did THAT do me! How dare you! Girly, you will pay!
*sweatdrops* Safe from my fellow fangirls, not quite safe from the main characters...
*Heero walks up and glances at story, sweatdrops* Duo isn't -that- submissive. Besides, I don't have to fight Duo to get some.
*falls over from the weight of her sweatdrop* Eeegh...
*Duo leaps into Heero's arms* That's right, Heero-koi! You got any of that stuff that tastes like strawberries left over from last night?
*Heero smirks and walks off with Duo* See you later, Vinny-kins. Any shouts you hear coming from our room.. well, you know what it is.
*raises finger weakly* On with the story... ugh..
(Heehee. ^^;; I couldn't resist.)
Disclamier...
I don't own any of the Gundam Wing characters, although I will keep asking my parents, Santa and the Tooth Fairy for them until I do. ^_^ Nor am I getting money or any form of payment for this, although I will keep asking my parents, Santa and the Tooth Fairy for some until I do. ^_^
===================================================
Duo carefully uncurled from his position on the floor. He briefly wondered what he was doing on the carpet when painful images coupled with a violent hangover exploded in his weary mind. He ignored the fresh tears that flooded his face and crawled into the bathroom, throwing up everything he had while trying to dissolve the memories. When he had finished, he dry-heaved a few times and flushed the toliet. He pulled himself up to the sink and sobbed when he saw his reflection in the mirror.
Both his once beautiful violet eyes were bloodshot, swollen shut and surrounded in black bruises that covered most of his face. Most of his face was black and blue, dried blood clogging his nose and mouth. More bruises coated his shoulders and arms.
Duo brushed aside flakes of the caked blood from his nose, clearing his breathing a bit. He stroked his throat, noting miserably that there were teeth marks there too. Sighing, he turned and started the shower. He slipped off his pants, which were already half off anyway, and crawled into the corner of the linolemium cased box, vaguely aware of the water beating away at his body.
He hugged his knees to his chest and rocked, trying to melt into the wall. He watched the once sticky redness flow into drain, freeing him of the blood but not the filth Heero had left to him. He shuddered.
"How could you, Heero?"
===================================================
Wufei rocked boredly in his chair in the kitchen while Quatre made breakfast and Trowa supervised. They were all way to weary to make a decent breakfast, so it was some sort of oatmeal and microwavable waffles. The Chinese stared incredulously at the food set before him. "What is this... stuff?" Quatre looked at the box. "Er.. Cream of Wheat, I think.." Wufei made a face and was about to go on about the slop placed in front of him, when Quatre twitched.
"You would've had something better if you hadn't been going so fast!"
"Hey, it's not my fault that old onna waltzed into the street," he retailated. "And if you hadn't been the good sumerian and made me drive her to the hospital when she had that heart attack, we would've gotten here in time!"
Trowa was the one who broke up the fight. "In time for what? It's not like we missed anything of great importance."
The two pilots still glared daggers at each other until the stairs creaked. Duo walked in and went over to the fridge after glancing distastefully at what was being made. A long sleeved black silk shirt with a high collar and jeans clothed him. A hat was pulled down low over his face, darkly tinted sunglasses hiding what the shadows would not. His long chestnut hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, the excess strands surrounding his face.
"What's with mister incognito?"
There was no reply from the Shinigami.
Wufei arched an eyebrow. "Who are you and what have you done with Duo?"
Quatre nudged the Chinese violently. "Shut up, Wufei. Duo, are you okay?"
There was a gentle shake 'no' from his head. "Come on, Duo. You can tell us," Quatre insisted, placing a hand on his shoulder. The Deathscythe pilot hissed and drew back as if in pain. The three looked alarmed. "Duo," Wufei said firmly to the boy he rarely showed any time of care for. "What the /hell/ is up?"
His disguised head glanced around rapidly for a moment, as if looking for something. "I was kind of sick this morning," he croaked out hestitantly, "and I'm a little sore. I just don't feel so hot, that's all. Can I get a little privacy now, please?" The three gundam pilots nodded doubtfully, but left their friend alone. He eventually sat down for some actually food instead of raiding the fridge for things he could salvage. Breakfast was eaten in mostly silence and Duo left as soon as he was done.
Heero never came down.
The rest of the day was silent, which seemed impossible if Duo was even vaguely consious. And even that was to be considered.
Quatre sighed as he played chess with Wufei, while Trowa watched, prepared to challenged the victor. "I'm worried about Duo, you guys," he annouced. Wufei shrugged as he moved his knight into position to capture Quatre's queen. "You shouldn't be. He was drunk last night, so he deserves to be sick today." Quatre toyed with his pawn thoughtfully. "I know, but I always doubted that a hangover could shut Duo down so effectivly. That must've been some pretty strong stuff he had." There were murmurs of agreement.
Boys, you have no idea.
===================================================
Duo fingered the edge of his shirt boredly. The bed he lay on had no headboard, but was pushed against a wall. Windows wrapped tightly around the two walls that faced the outdoors, all curtainlessly, and all a quater of the way down from the ceiling with a counter like surface so one could sit. The room drowned in orange hues from the fading sun. Duo sighed as he watched television, not laughing at jokes that would normally set him into hysterics. He had stayed in the room all day, wondering vaguely if Heero would return.
He hadn't done much of anything at all that day. Nothing contructive, at least. He watched television, listened to music, played video games, ate and slept. He had mentally wound himself down all day, flincing at ever small noise. A bird by the window become Heero, the shadows the fading light played on the walls were Heero, the noises the pipes made were Heero. Disgusted, he shut the TV off and tossed the remote aside.
He blinked rapidly in the utter darkness made by the fleeting sun and the rising full moon. He suddenly felt tired, completely exhausted. He curled up on his bed, drifting off slowly. So.. tired.
===================================================
Several hours later, late into the night, Duo's eyes fluttered open. He wondered briefly what had woken him, and quickly found out. The bedsprings creaked. He shot up, his mouth instantly covered by Heero's hand. He took a panicked breath, breathing in the boy's smell. He smelled like metal and oil and soap and...
"Shhh, love one," he whispered huskily. "You did well today, but you have not been fully punished for what you have done." He ignored the whimpers and thrashing of the Shinigami beneath him. "You will continue to be punished tonight."
In the following hour, Duo recieved a new set of bruises and emotional scars.
===================================================
To be continued! Don't worry, I'm fairly sure that chapter six will be up tonight. Why, how come, you may ask? Because there's no school tomorrow and I can stay up late! Might even have chapter seven up, too. ^_^ REVIEW ME, or I'll transport horny Heero and Duo to your house all night. Trust me, you do NOT want them right next to your room. The make a LOT of noise. @_@