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Pushing the door open, Wufei stepped out of the limo, slipping on his
typical stoic mask and nearly glaring at Duo.
"Oh, great!" Duo said sarcastically, blowing his bangs out of his
eyes. "What did I do now!?"
Wufei smirked again and headed to the back of the limo, removing his
suitcase and heading towards the estate, with Trowa in tow. Duo
hurriedly claimed his suitcase and ran after the two stoic pilots, or
rather, the stoic pilot and the `not-so-stoic-anymore' pilot. Quatre
slammed down the hood of the trunk and ran to Trowa, throwing his
arms around the taller boy's neck and demanding silently to be
carried inside. Wufei shook his head and smiled a bit as he strolled
closer to the estate, peering over his shoulder briefly to see the
two pilots and sneak an unseen look at Duo, who almost seemed to be
frowning as he followed instep.
"Damn, I need a shower!" Exclaimed the black-clad pilot as he walked
past Wufei and stood in the doorway. Quatre smiled brightly and Trowa
brushed past them both, heading up the staircase on the right, Quatre
motioning for them to follow. Duo attempted to smile at Wufei but was
burned by the smoldering glare shot at him.
"What did I do?"
"You are unjust Maxwell."
With that the Chinese man hurried by, an evil smirk appearing on his
lips. Wufei followed Trowa into his large bedroom, smiling at it in
awe. It was all white.
"We designed this one especially for you Fei-Kun!" Quatre said
happily as he wiggled against Trowa who nearly flushed.
"Yes, but you have to share a bathroom…" Trowa trailed off as he
nodded his `bang' towards another door. Wufei smiled in response and
bowed at the two men, thanking them as they turned to leave, Duo
peeking his head into the room until Wufei smirked and slammed the
door. Duo walked into his room, the complete antithesis to Wufei's.
It was all black, black silk sheets, black drapes, black everything.
Duo sighed and dropped his suitcase to the floor, he needed a good
shower, a nice *cold* shower, and he was distraught about Wufei. Duo
slid out of his shirt and kicked off his boots, as he headed towards
the *huge* bathroom, throwing open the door and nearly choking at the
size. He ran to Wufei's door, but stopped, resting his head against
the cool white slab, then turning towards the shower. The braided man
stepped out of his pants and boxers, glaring down at his erection,
which stood proud, the result from previous endeavors. Duo hurriedly
stepped into the shower, thinking of shaking his braid free but not
yet and stepping under the ice cold water, shrieking as he did so.
The braided boy fell to the floor of the shower, slamming his `thick'
head against the marble floor and slipping into unconsciousness.
Wufei, being it instinct or not, dived into the bathroom, throwing
his door open and running toward the sound of the running water,
bracing himself for almost anything. Duo seemingly wasn't as alert as
he had been in his past days as a Gundam pilot as his unconscious
mind flooded his head with the past horrors of his life.
`…death..…pain……no stop……death……they are dead……I should be dead……
pain……sorrow……death……I am the god of death… …hurt……make it stop… …
pain…screaming…pain…blood…anger…hate… …stop it please… death…pain…
make them hurt…smiling death…hatred…death…agony…date with his
maker... …suffering…blood…screaming…stop it…I love you… pain… blood…
screaming… …get off of me…stop it…hate…blood… death… rape… screaming…
pain…stop it please…blood…screaming…hate…crying…no stop…blood… …
death… death…death…………'
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Pushing the door open, Wufei stepped out of the limo, slipping on his
typical stoic mask and nearly glaring at Duo.
"Oh, great!" Duo said sarcastically, blowing his bangs out of his
eyes. "What did I do now!?"
Wufei smirked again and headed to the back of the limo, removing his
suitcase and heading towards the estate, with Trowa in tow. Duo
hurriedly claimed his suitcase and ran after the two stoic pilots, or
rather, the stoic pilot and the `not-so-stoic-anymore' pilot. Quatre
slammed down the hood of the trunk and ran to Trowa, throwing his
arms around the taller boy's neck and demanding silently to be
carried inside. Wufei shook his head and smiled a bit as he strolled
closer to the estate, peering over his shoulder briefly to see the
two pilots and sneak an unseen look at Duo, who almost seemed to be
frowning as he followed instep.
"Damn, I need a shower!" Exclaimed the black-clad pilot as he walked
past Wufei and stood in the doorway. Quatre smiled brightly and Trowa
brushed past them both, heading up the staircase on the right, Quatre
motioning for them to follow. Duo attempted to smile at Wufei but was
burned by the smoldering glare shot at him.
"What did I do?"
"You are unjust Maxwell."
With that the Chinese man hurried by, an evil smirk appearing on his
lips. Wufei followed Trowa into his large bedroom, smiling at it in
awe. It was all white.
"We designed this one especially for you Fei-Kun!" Quatre said
happily as he wiggled against Trowa who nearly flushed.
"Yes, but you have to share a bathroom…" Trowa trailed off as he
nodded his `bang' towards another door. Wufei smiled in response and
bowed at the two men, thanking them as they turned to leave, Duo
peeking his head into the room until Wufei smirked and slammed the
door. Duo walked into his room, the complete antithesis to Wufei's.
It was all black, black silk sheets, black drapes, black everything.
Duo sighed and dropped his suitcase to the floor, he needed a good
shower, a nice *cold* shower, and he was distraught about Wufei. Duo
slid out of his shirt and kicked off his boots, as he headed towards
the *huge* bathroom, throwing open the door and nearly choking at the
size. He ran to Wufei's door, but stopped, resting his head against
the cool white slab, then turning towards the shower. The braided man
stepped out of his pants and boxers, glaring down at his erection,
which stood proud, the result from previous endeavors. Duo hurriedly
stepped into the shower, thinking of shaking his braid free but not
yet and stepping under the ice cold water, shrieking as he did so.
The braided boy fell to the floor of the shower, slamming his `thick'
head against the marble floor and slipping into unconsciousness.
Wufei, being it instinct or not, dived into the bathroom, throwing
his door open and running toward the sound of the running water,
bracing himself for almost anything. Duo seemingly wasn't as alert as
he had been in his past days as a Gundam pilot as his unconscious
mind flooded his head with the past horrors of his life.
`…death..…pain……no stop……death……they are dead……I should be dead……
pain……sorrow……death……I am the god of death… …hurt……make it stop… …
pain…screaming…pain…blood…anger…hate… …stop it please… death…pain…
make them hurt…smiling death…hatred…death…agony…date with his
maker... …suffering…blood…screaming…stop it…I love you… pain… blood…
screaming… …get off of me…stop it…hate…blood… death… rape… screaming…
pain…stop it please…blood…screaming…hate…crying…no stop…blood… …
death… death…death…………'
~ ~ ~