Koibito Hen
... Strange Lover.
Warnings...
Angst
Yaoi
Violence
Comments... 03.21.01
*blinks* Um.. yeah. No comment right now. Don't feel too original. ^^;;
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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The Shinigami blinked wearily as he woke. He didn't even feel like crying anymore. Hell, he could barely feel anything. Just... misery.
Things had gone on like that for nearly a week. Duo would tuck himself away like Heero had demanded, and the soldier would come in the after hours to hurt him further. After a while, Duo didn't even bother going down to eat anymore; Trowa, Wufei and Quatre were just too suspious. Besides, hadn't Heero said 'no interaction unless I am there to supervise' and Heero had locked himself away in the garage 24/7.
It was okay, though. There was a tree by his window which grew apples, and he could drink water out of the bathroom faucet. "I feel like a goddamn hermit," Duo muttered with dull fury, tossing an apple core into the garbage can. He was naked except for a pair of ragged black jeans, his hair loose and sprawled around him like raw brown wings on his bed. He absently inspected a jagged wound on his abdomen Heero had put there. Well, what hadn't Heero done to him? He chuckled mirthlessly.
There is one thing...
Oh yes, that was true. So far, Heero had proved Duo wrong. He hadn't completely taken the Shinigami yet, and Duo had no idea why. Heero loved him without mercy, feeling and scratching and probing and kissing and licking and biting without any regard for the pain he was causing, but he had not /taken/ Duo. He would sadistically play with the boy, going further each night, but in the end he would savagely tear away and warn him and then leave. It was coming to a point where Duo would wish he would finish. He would pray that that night would be the night, but he would get to a certain point and turn his back.
There was another point that puzzled Duo. It was always Heero doing the dirty work. He would never turn the tables. It was also Heero doing the feeling, the scratching, the probing, the kissing, and not the opposite. Didn't he want a turn? Or maybe he just didn't like the idea that Duo could be in charge of what he was feeling.
There were far too many mysteries of the Perfect Soldier for one man to discover in one lifetime. And he was only eighteen. (AU: Yes, I have added three years to the time the boys have known each other, mainly because I don't like the idea of these boys contemplating their sexuality and having sex with only fifteen years behind them. Sooo.. they're annoying little eighteen year olds. ^^;;)
Duo blinked in tired amazement. He was thinking of this in such a casual manner. In fact, he felt... used to it. He shook his head and ran his hands over his face. What the hell was Heero doing to him.
/You know damn well what he's doing to you./
'God, not you again.'
/Yes, it's me. You should've destroyed him when you had the chance./
'And when. pray tell, did I have the chance.'
/In the very beginning./
'When I shot him?'
/Not that far, you dolt. The club. You knew he was watching you./
'I knew, but I was too drunk to do anything about it.'
/But you could've./
'But I didn't.'
/And now you're paying for it./
'Shut up.'
/I can't shut up. I'm your inner voice, you moron. I am you./
'Are you, now?'
/Yes, and you aren't supposed to be having arguments with me. I'm supposed to be telling you what the darkest parts of your mind is thinking. Oh, damn it, I just revealed my secret./
'Ha ha.'
/Burn in hell./
'Can't wait for it, buddy boy.'
Duo chuckled as he pulled a pillow out and hugged it, closing his eyes for a nap. He just won a battle with his inner voice.
"Heh... I'm really losing it. "
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Quatre sighed in a bored manner as he glanced around the room from his position. He lay across the arms of a loveseat in the den, legs across one arm, head across the other so he viewed the world upside down. The television buzzed in his ears. The three boys sat around, playing a drinking game with one of those stupid, overly vulgar movies.
/"Damn it Jan, you goddamn damnably horribly damned person!"/
Trowa yawned. "Four times this time, guys. Hey, we're out of Sauniqnor Blanc, Quatre. Do we have any more?" Quatre lifted himself up, happy to do his lover's bidding. He nodded, momentarily dizzy at the feeling of all the blood rushing back down his body. "I'll go check."
He leapt up and pranced over to the kitchen, opening up a cabinet that held a collection of rapidly depleting alcohal. He selected a bottle of what they were currently playing with and closed the cabinet back up. As he walked back to the den, he could've sworn he saw a flash of chestnut hair and a black cap. He shrugged the idea off and walked on. He hadn't seen Duo in a week. Why would he could down now?
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Duo halted at the steel door that led into the garage. He took a deep breath. This was it. He was going to /ask/.
He pulled at the rim of his cap, and padded in, feet cold on the concrete floor. He had not changed since his nap, and he walked into the chilly garage with only his hair warming his chest and the thin fabric of his rumpled jeans covering his legs. The button was open, showing a seductive little triangle of paled flesh above the inky blackness of the pants.
Silently, he walked over to where Heero crouched with his laptop. When he was not noticed, he leaned heavily against the gundam, hands jammed in his pockets, pulling the jeans down further. A moment later, Heero looked up and frowned. He could barely see the Shinigami's features through the shadows the hat cast upon his face, and the hair surrounding it and flowing down his back. "What are you doing here?"
Duo tongued the side of his mouth thoughtfully, then ventured for a vague answer. "Looking." Heero's frown deepened, but then he realized he had not said anything against looking. "Very well," was his only reply. "And thinking," Duo went on, "about one thing. Simply, /why/?"
Heero sneered, turning away from his beloved. "You will not know until the end." Duo bit his lip, feeling canned rage boiling inside him. "And when exactly is the end? Since you're the one kicking my /fucking ass/ every damn night, I think I have a right to know." Heero fist was on his already sore jaw before Duo good blink. He landed heavily on his bottom, touching the area gingerly. Then he glared hatefully up at Heero. "You will not go against my words. You will pay."
Duo scowled, and leapt up, stomping away, muttering a stream of curses and violent threats he would never act out. Heero stared lovingly yet angrily as the Shinigami slammed the door behind him. So much energy. Perhaps soon, it would be put to good use.
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Quatre nearly jumped three feet in the air when he heard a heavy door slam. A shrill metallic sound vibrated in the air and the Arabian instantly knew which door had been shut. He hurried into the kitchen. "Duo!"
The boy had been walked angrily back towards the stairs. He turned and stared, horrified, at Quatre.
To put it bluntly, Duo looked like shit. He was pale, but dark bruises blotted most of his visible body. His ribs were nearly visible beneath his skin, and his violet eyes looked sunken, set deeply into blackened sockets. Even his long chestnut hair seemed to be dull and lifeless. A new bruise was spreading across his face.
Quatre practically leaped the entire length of the kitchen to block Duo's way. He stepped back, looking for a way to escape. But Quatre had captured the boy's face in his hands. Duo gave a yelp of pain, but if he moved, Quatre's touch only hurt further. He stayed still as the Sandrock pilot frowned and let go of his face, inspecting the rest of his body. Two head were peeking in from the den as well. After a moment, Quatre finally spoke. "Heero did all this to you, didn't he?"
Duo forced a horrified look to cross his face. He was about to protest, but Quatre went on, angry that Duo would deny what he had been sure of for a while now. "Didn't he, Duo? I know he did. No one else could've done it except him. The both of you have been acting strange, you know that Duo? There is something /wrong/ here and I firmly believe that we all need to know about it."
"There's nothing wrong, Quatre," Duo stated. "So don't worry about it!" The once timid boy only yelled back. "You're lying Duo! Why are you protecting him?" There followed a heated arguement, while Wufei and Trowa just watched wide eyed. There was a noise from the garage door, and Heero peered in. This did nothing to stop the arguement. They were just yelling too loudly.
However, Heero's glare eventually bored into Quatre and the pilot turned. He glared back. Duo, noticing his verbal opponet had stopped, halted as well. He looked at what everyone was staring at. A swore hung onto Duo's lips, and he just gave a roar of frustration and stomped back up the stairs. Quatre did something similar, yelling a stream of curse words in his native language as he walked off in the opposite direction. Heero slipped back into the garage.
Wufei and Trowa looked in the three directions their friends had left in, then looked at themselves.
"Okay.... ," they murmured in unison.
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Duo paced his room, muttering angrily to himself. He had had enough of this. He had to leave. But Heero would hurt him if he tried. But could he be sure? A powerful ocean of thoughts raged in Duo's mind as he tried to sort some kind of logical and semi-painless action out of them.
He quickly got tired of the game his mind was playing with him. It was settled then. Duo had to go, whether Heero would kill him later or not. The boy would simply lose his plaything. Duo had barely tied on his boots when he wondered how he would get out of here. There was no way he could go out the front door. Quatre would stop him. And the only way to the back door was through the den, where all the boys were spending their time. The automatic door in the garage was being guarded by Heero the Cruel. That only left his window. Still not fully dressed, he walked over to it and sighed in defeat. There was simply no way he could get out.
A flash of clear blue water caught the Shinigami's eye. The pool. Yes, the deepest end of the pool was directly under one of the windows. It was only the second floor. He could dive in easily. But the splash.. well, that was just going to be a risk he would be forced to take.
Grinning, Duo tossed his hat aside and pulled the window open. He always wanted to do something like this. He took a few steps back and took a running leap out the window, turning quickly in the air so he could manuever a hand and head first dive into the water.
He was not moving for a few seconds, barely feeling the window beating mercilessly at his bruised and battered body. And then he hit the water.
Darkness flashed in his head and he panickedly thought that he had blacked out. But quickly other colors exploded in front of his eyes, and he thrashed under the water. He was deep, nearly touching the bottom. Trying effectivelessly to clear the water from his mouth, Duo swam. He broke the surface quickly, nearly leaping out of the water completely. Without glancing back, he swam to the nearest edge and pulled himself up.
His hair stuck to his soaking body, making him shiver violently, but he had no time for cold. He ran to the ten foot high fence, fumbling with the gate. It was locked. "Damn it," he muttered angrily, and jumped up to climb the stitched metal. Then he felt a strong hand clutching the top of his jeans, pulling him down. Again, he landed heavily on the concrete of the patio deck. "Heero," he growled through clenched teeth, voice dripping with hate and anger and... love.
/How can you love someone... /
'Shut up! This is not the time.'
"Where are you going?" Heero sat calmly, yet it was impossible to deny the fury behind his voice. "Out," Duo mumbled, picking himself up. "Why do you care? Oh, of course. It's probably against the laws in your 'I Rule Duo Maxwell' book." Duo shrugged stiffly and turned, throwing his hands up in the air. "Excuse the /fuck/ out of me for breaking your lovely rules, Mister Perfect. But frankly, I've had enough of your shi.. i.. "
Duo's eyes widened as he gaped at what Heero held in his hand.
"Heero," he said shakily, his voice crackling worse than ever. "Put the gun down... "
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To be continued! I have word to say to you all. Actually, it's not really a word at all. Anyway... BWA HA HA HA haaaah, forget it. *stomps off*
... Strange Lover.
Warnings...
Angst
Yaoi
Violence
Comments... 03.21.01
*blinks* Um.. yeah. No comment right now. Don't feel too original. ^^;;
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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The Shinigami blinked wearily as he woke. He didn't even feel like crying anymore. Hell, he could barely feel anything. Just... misery.
Things had gone on like that for nearly a week. Duo would tuck himself away like Heero had demanded, and the soldier would come in the after hours to hurt him further. After a while, Duo didn't even bother going down to eat anymore; Trowa, Wufei and Quatre were just too suspious. Besides, hadn't Heero said 'no interaction unless I am there to supervise' and Heero had locked himself away in the garage 24/7.
It was okay, though. There was a tree by his window which grew apples, and he could drink water out of the bathroom faucet. "I feel like a goddamn hermit," Duo muttered with dull fury, tossing an apple core into the garbage can. He was naked except for a pair of ragged black jeans, his hair loose and sprawled around him like raw brown wings on his bed. He absently inspected a jagged wound on his abdomen Heero had put there. Well, what hadn't Heero done to him? He chuckled mirthlessly.
There is one thing...
Oh yes, that was true. So far, Heero had proved Duo wrong. He hadn't completely taken the Shinigami yet, and Duo had no idea why. Heero loved him without mercy, feeling and scratching and probing and kissing and licking and biting without any regard for the pain he was causing, but he had not /taken/ Duo. He would sadistically play with the boy, going further each night, but in the end he would savagely tear away and warn him and then leave. It was coming to a point where Duo would wish he would finish. He would pray that that night would be the night, but he would get to a certain point and turn his back.
There was another point that puzzled Duo. It was always Heero doing the dirty work. He would never turn the tables. It was also Heero doing the feeling, the scratching, the probing, the kissing, and not the opposite. Didn't he want a turn? Or maybe he just didn't like the idea that Duo could be in charge of what he was feeling.
There were far too many mysteries of the Perfect Soldier for one man to discover in one lifetime. And he was only eighteen. (AU: Yes, I have added three years to the time the boys have known each other, mainly because I don't like the idea of these boys contemplating their sexuality and having sex with only fifteen years behind them. Sooo.. they're annoying little eighteen year olds. ^^;;)
Duo blinked in tired amazement. He was thinking of this in such a casual manner. In fact, he felt... used to it. He shook his head and ran his hands over his face. What the hell was Heero doing to him.
/You know damn well what he's doing to you./
'God, not you again.'
/Yes, it's me. You should've destroyed him when you had the chance./
'And when. pray tell, did I have the chance.'
/In the very beginning./
'When I shot him?'
/Not that far, you dolt. The club. You knew he was watching you./
'I knew, but I was too drunk to do anything about it.'
/But you could've./
'But I didn't.'
/And now you're paying for it./
'Shut up.'
/I can't shut up. I'm your inner voice, you moron. I am you./
'Are you, now?'
/Yes, and you aren't supposed to be having arguments with me. I'm supposed to be telling you what the darkest parts of your mind is thinking. Oh, damn it, I just revealed my secret./
'Ha ha.'
/Burn in hell./
'Can't wait for it, buddy boy.'
Duo chuckled as he pulled a pillow out and hugged it, closing his eyes for a nap. He just won a battle with his inner voice.
"Heh... I'm really losing it. "
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Quatre sighed in a bored manner as he glanced around the room from his position. He lay across the arms of a loveseat in the den, legs across one arm, head across the other so he viewed the world upside down. The television buzzed in his ears. The three boys sat around, playing a drinking game with one of those stupid, overly vulgar movies.
/"Damn it Jan, you goddamn damnably horribly damned person!"/
Trowa yawned. "Four times this time, guys. Hey, we're out of Sauniqnor Blanc, Quatre. Do we have any more?" Quatre lifted himself up, happy to do his lover's bidding. He nodded, momentarily dizzy at the feeling of all the blood rushing back down his body. "I'll go check."
He leapt up and pranced over to the kitchen, opening up a cabinet that held a collection of rapidly depleting alcohal. He selected a bottle of what they were currently playing with and closed the cabinet back up. As he walked back to the den, he could've sworn he saw a flash of chestnut hair and a black cap. He shrugged the idea off and walked on. He hadn't seen Duo in a week. Why would he could down now?
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Duo halted at the steel door that led into the garage. He took a deep breath. This was it. He was going to /ask/.
He pulled at the rim of his cap, and padded in, feet cold on the concrete floor. He had not changed since his nap, and he walked into the chilly garage with only his hair warming his chest and the thin fabric of his rumpled jeans covering his legs. The button was open, showing a seductive little triangle of paled flesh above the inky blackness of the pants.
Silently, he walked over to where Heero crouched with his laptop. When he was not noticed, he leaned heavily against the gundam, hands jammed in his pockets, pulling the jeans down further. A moment later, Heero looked up and frowned. He could barely see the Shinigami's features through the shadows the hat cast upon his face, and the hair surrounding it and flowing down his back. "What are you doing here?"
Duo tongued the side of his mouth thoughtfully, then ventured for a vague answer. "Looking." Heero's frown deepened, but then he realized he had not said anything against looking. "Very well," was his only reply. "And thinking," Duo went on, "about one thing. Simply, /why/?"
Heero sneered, turning away from his beloved. "You will not know until the end." Duo bit his lip, feeling canned rage boiling inside him. "And when exactly is the end? Since you're the one kicking my /fucking ass/ every damn night, I think I have a right to know." Heero fist was on his already sore jaw before Duo good blink. He landed heavily on his bottom, touching the area gingerly. Then he glared hatefully up at Heero. "You will not go against my words. You will pay."
Duo scowled, and leapt up, stomping away, muttering a stream of curses and violent threats he would never act out. Heero stared lovingly yet angrily as the Shinigami slammed the door behind him. So much energy. Perhaps soon, it would be put to good use.
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Quatre nearly jumped three feet in the air when he heard a heavy door slam. A shrill metallic sound vibrated in the air and the Arabian instantly knew which door had been shut. He hurried into the kitchen. "Duo!"
The boy had been walked angrily back towards the stairs. He turned and stared, horrified, at Quatre.
To put it bluntly, Duo looked like shit. He was pale, but dark bruises blotted most of his visible body. His ribs were nearly visible beneath his skin, and his violet eyes looked sunken, set deeply into blackened sockets. Even his long chestnut hair seemed to be dull and lifeless. A new bruise was spreading across his face.
Quatre practically leaped the entire length of the kitchen to block Duo's way. He stepped back, looking for a way to escape. But Quatre had captured the boy's face in his hands. Duo gave a yelp of pain, but if he moved, Quatre's touch only hurt further. He stayed still as the Sandrock pilot frowned and let go of his face, inspecting the rest of his body. Two head were peeking in from the den as well. After a moment, Quatre finally spoke. "Heero did all this to you, didn't he?"
Duo forced a horrified look to cross his face. He was about to protest, but Quatre went on, angry that Duo would deny what he had been sure of for a while now. "Didn't he, Duo? I know he did. No one else could've done it except him. The both of you have been acting strange, you know that Duo? There is something /wrong/ here and I firmly believe that we all need to know about it."
"There's nothing wrong, Quatre," Duo stated. "So don't worry about it!" The once timid boy only yelled back. "You're lying Duo! Why are you protecting him?" There followed a heated arguement, while Wufei and Trowa just watched wide eyed. There was a noise from the garage door, and Heero peered in. This did nothing to stop the arguement. They were just yelling too loudly.
However, Heero's glare eventually bored into Quatre and the pilot turned. He glared back. Duo, noticing his verbal opponet had stopped, halted as well. He looked at what everyone was staring at. A swore hung onto Duo's lips, and he just gave a roar of frustration and stomped back up the stairs. Quatre did something similar, yelling a stream of curse words in his native language as he walked off in the opposite direction. Heero slipped back into the garage.
Wufei and Trowa looked in the three directions their friends had left in, then looked at themselves.
"Okay.... ," they murmured in unison.
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Duo paced his room, muttering angrily to himself. He had had enough of this. He had to leave. But Heero would hurt him if he tried. But could he be sure? A powerful ocean of thoughts raged in Duo's mind as he tried to sort some kind of logical and semi-painless action out of them.
He quickly got tired of the game his mind was playing with him. It was settled then. Duo had to go, whether Heero would kill him later or not. The boy would simply lose his plaything. Duo had barely tied on his boots when he wondered how he would get out of here. There was no way he could go out the front door. Quatre would stop him. And the only way to the back door was through the den, where all the boys were spending their time. The automatic door in the garage was being guarded by Heero the Cruel. That only left his window. Still not fully dressed, he walked over to it and sighed in defeat. There was simply no way he could get out.
A flash of clear blue water caught the Shinigami's eye. The pool. Yes, the deepest end of the pool was directly under one of the windows. It was only the second floor. He could dive in easily. But the splash.. well, that was just going to be a risk he would be forced to take.
Grinning, Duo tossed his hat aside and pulled the window open. He always wanted to do something like this. He took a few steps back and took a running leap out the window, turning quickly in the air so he could manuever a hand and head first dive into the water.
He was not moving for a few seconds, barely feeling the window beating mercilessly at his bruised and battered body. And then he hit the water.
Darkness flashed in his head and he panickedly thought that he had blacked out. But quickly other colors exploded in front of his eyes, and he thrashed under the water. He was deep, nearly touching the bottom. Trying effectivelessly to clear the water from his mouth, Duo swam. He broke the surface quickly, nearly leaping out of the water completely. Without glancing back, he swam to the nearest edge and pulled himself up.
His hair stuck to his soaking body, making him shiver violently, but he had no time for cold. He ran to the ten foot high fence, fumbling with the gate. It was locked. "Damn it," he muttered angrily, and jumped up to climb the stitched metal. Then he felt a strong hand clutching the top of his jeans, pulling him down. Again, he landed heavily on the concrete of the patio deck. "Heero," he growled through clenched teeth, voice dripping with hate and anger and... love.
/How can you love someone... /
'Shut up! This is not the time.'
"Where are you going?" Heero sat calmly, yet it was impossible to deny the fury behind his voice. "Out," Duo mumbled, picking himself up. "Why do you care? Oh, of course. It's probably against the laws in your 'I Rule Duo Maxwell' book." Duo shrugged stiffly and turned, throwing his hands up in the air. "Excuse the /fuck/ out of me for breaking your lovely rules, Mister Perfect. But frankly, I've had enough of your shi.. i.. "
Duo's eyes widened as he gaped at what Heero held in his hand.
"Heero," he said shakily, his voice crackling worse than ever. "Put the gun down... "
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To be continued! I have word to say to you all. Actually, it's not really a word at all. Anyway... BWA HA HA HA haaaah, forget it. *stomps off*