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Angels in America
Chapter Two
Quatre
and Relena
"Quatre? Is that you?" Relena's voice called
from the living room, tinged in anxiety, and Quatre could tell she had been
taking those valium pills again.
"Yes...I'm home." Relena ran to the foyer, enveloping Quatre in a
tight hug. "I hate being here alone, I hate this house...I'm so glad
you're here."
"Relena, are you...happy here?"
Relena loosened her grip, taking a step away from Quatre. "Why?"
"Well, it's just, I got offered a job in Washington. We could go
there."
Relena frowned and started walking away, towards the back of the house, Quatre
following her. "I don't want to move."
"Why not? It would be great...we could get a townhouse in
Georgetown."
"You go."
"What?"
"You go, I'll stay here."
"I won't leave you."
"You'll be happier."
Quatre sighed, grabbing Relena and turning her around to face him. "I'm
not leaving you."
"Quatre, are you...are you gay?"
* * *
Water, dripping...the sound of drops breaking on aluminum. I left the sink on
again. I turn my head, wheat blond hair flowing past my eyes to lay by the side
of my head. I don't want to turn it off. I want Quatre to come home...I
just...I want another pill...
* * *
"No. I'm not gay."
"Liar."
"Relena, I'm not gay."
Relena shook her head, sitting down at the kitchen table. Black was creeping
into her vision, and she knew it wouldn't be long until...oblivion...took hold
of her...
* * *
My mother died during
childbirth. My father...I think he hated me. He had wanted a son, after giving
birth to so many daughters, and he got me instead. Sometimes, he says that it
wouldn't have made a difference if I had been born a girl.
All my life, I tried to make him happy. I was the perfect student. I got into
law school, graduating fourth in my class. I lived my life according to our
Muslim doctrines, devout as any one else.
Relena...she was my one act of defiance, and even then in was within the bounds
of conventional. Father was happy with the marriage...as happy as he would ever
be with me, in any case. I was marrying a nice, Muslim girl, and really that
was all he cared about.
Relena was different though...as a child, her father had molested her. That
kind of thing just doesn't happen in Muslim families. The social workers got
her out of that situation, though, and sent her to conselling. Her personality
might have been affected by that...or maybe her personality was always the way
it was. All through out childhood she was the odd girl, the different one. I
loved her for it, that difference.
It made us similar.
Trowa
Barton
And
there it was. The end of his life...tangible, real. His doctor, staring at him
with sympathetic, yet removed eyes.
"I'm not HIV positive. I'm not gay."
A sigh. "Trowa, I've been treating you for a long time now. I've treated
you for syphillis-"
"From a whore in L3."
"and veneral warts...in your rectum. You might have gotten them for a
whore in L3, but it was no female whore. And for your information, AIDs can
affect any one."
"But people still consider it a gay man's disease." Trowa sat up from
where he was laying on the examination table. "I am not gay. Do you know
what a gay man is, Sally? A gay man is some one who, after years and years of
trying, can not get even the most pissant bill passed in congress. A gay man is
some one with no power, no clout. Do I sound like a gay man? I do not have
AIDs, I have cancer."
Sally sighed again, walking away from the distraught man. "Call it
whatever you want, Trowa, but you are dying."
Duo and Heero
Duo scrubbed his teeth, calling out of the bathroom to Heero. "Why didn't
you tell me earlier?"
"I was afraid you'd leave me."
The braided boy spit out and rinsed, turning the faucet off as he made his way
to join his lover in bed. He looked at Heero, cupping his cheek in his hand,
noticing for the first time that Heero was a little skinnier, and little paler.
Heero grasped his wrist, kissing the palm before moving it down to the bed.
"God, Duo, you look like you're about to cry."
Duo sniffled slightly, climbing underneath the covers. "How do you
feel?"
"Horrible. I've got two new lesions and my legs are sore. I was vomiting
up blood before."
"You didn't tell me?"
"I'm telling you now."
Duo turned to his side and pulled his boyfriend into an enveloping hug. "I
love you, you know."
"I know." Heero's voice was muffled in Duo's shoulder. The boys just
lay there for awhile, just wrapped in the feel of one another.
"You love me too."
"More than anything."
"What if...what if I walked out on this? Would you hate me forever?"
Heero raised his head slightly, kissing Duo's chin. "Yes."
Duo and Quatre
It was surreal, watching himself in the mirror. Eyes were rimmed in red, tears
falling down his face...but he couldn't feel them, not really. He could hear
the door opening, and a blond cherubic boy was standing behind him in the
mirror.
"I...I'm sorry. Are you okay?"
"Um..yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." A fresh batch of tears started to
well up in his eyes, sniffles catching in his throat. "It's just...a sick
friend."
"I see," Quatre made his way over to the toilet stalls, grabbing some
toilet paper before handing it to Duo.
Duo took the wad of paper, turning to look at the other boy. He worked in this
building, a lawyer from upstairs. "Thank you, counseler."
"I'm sorry, I don't remember you."
"You have no reason to, I'm just a typist." Duo grinned lopsidedly at
the other man, wiping away the last traces of moisture from his face. "Duo
Maxwell."
"Oh...my name is Quatre Raberba Winner."
"Classy."
"Well...I should go now."
"Hot date? Off to meet a boyfriend?" Duo smirked through his tears.
"What? No, I'm not...gay."
"Yeah. Sure."
Quatre blinked at Duo, then turned around and left, the door clicking on his
way out.
Duo and Heero
Two boys, lying on their backs in bed, gazing upwards. A ceiling fan rotates
through their fields of visions, swirling through plaster and peeling paint. A
voice, harsh and tired.
"God, I feel like shit."
A semi-hysterical laugh, desperately soft. "If you're trying to make me
feel better you're doing a lousy job of it."
"How do you think I'm handling it? I'm dying."
"No. No, you're not."
"The hell I'm not." Heero rolled over to get out of bed, only to
stumble onto cold wood. There was a hustle, then, a commotion, and Duo was at
once by his side.
"Oh God, Heero, you're burning up! I'm calling an amulance."
"No...don't..." his voice was raspy now, his vision blurry, though he
couldn't miss the stricken look on Duo's face. "I'll be fine."
"Still, I-"
Duo was interruppted as Heero leaned over, throwing up onto their bedroom
floor, vomit and blood intermixed.
"Oh, shit, Heero, I can't deal with this...I'm calling an ambulance."
When the ambulance came, Heero realized that Duo was gone.
Quatre and Relena
"I'm leaving you."
"What?" Quatre was shocked. "Where? Lena, I love you..."
"I'm going far away."
"Lena, we can fix this-"
"We can't, Quatre. Go to Washington. Stay here. It doesn't matter- either
way, I'm leaving."
"Lena..."