Duo awoke suddenly with a gasp, drinking in all the oxygen he
possibly could. The Chinese pilot blinked over at the now awake boy,
rushing to his side and willing him to lay back down, but he was
pulled into a fierce hug, as Duo began to weep on his shoulder.
Wufei's eyes widened as he slowly returned the hug, embracing the
sobbing and shaking pilot in his arms. They sat there like that for a
very long time, tears falling freely from Duo's wavering indigo eyes,
the last shards of his mask crumbling into pieces. The God of Death
was exposed. Gradually the tears slowed to broken hiccups, as Duo lay
cradled against Wufei, tears still tracking down his cheeks. The
still shocked pilot pulled the still sobbing man to his chest,
bringing him even closer and wrapping a strong arm around his waist,
another holding Duo's head to his shoulder. He didn't care at this
point that there were warm tears wetting his shirt, or what had
happened earlier, it didn't matter now as he held the pilot closer,
assuring comfort.
"It will be okay Duo…"
The young man attempted to nod against Wufei's shoulder, dragging in
another deep breath.
"Now that you are here it will be…"
Wufei tightened his grip momentarily at the statement, what the hell
was that supposed to mean? Duo smiled a little and lifted his head
from Wufei's shoulder, smiling widely at the Chinese man.
"Thank you…"
"For what?"
"Holding me… being here… you didn't have to…"
"But I did, and that's that Maxwell."
"Oh, regressing back to Maxwell now, what ever happened to Du-Chan,
or D-Chan, hell, Duo might suffice!"
Wufei mock glared at the suddenly bouncy pilot, he realized that the
man had just slipped on his mask, or was it truly his reality? Duo
leaned closer into the embrace, suppressing a soft shudder from his
recollections.
"Why are you here?"
"Because I-- you fainted in the tub, and cut open your head, and I
wanted to make sure that you were okay…"
"W-why do you care? No one has c-cared before…" Duo said in a barely
audible tone.
"I-I…" Wufei decided to answer his question with another. "Why did
you fall down Duo?"
"Too cold…"
"Why did you wake up gasping?"
"…"
This had stunned the chatty pilot into near stoic-ness. Large indigo
eyes held hidden secrets of horrid memories, lost love, rape, things
that Duo had tried so hard to suppress behind the smile. He blinked
at the Chinese man, not caring about the tears that had begun to
stream down his cheeks once again. As if a silent acceptance to that
answer, Wufei braced the braided man against his shoulder, stroking
the back of his head as the tears fell freely. He was wrong, there
were no masks now, all barriers were down. The bitter sobbing soon
turned to soft hiccups once again. Wufei hoped that maybe he would
learn the secrets of this already mysterious boy someday, and he
could possibly share his own with Duo. But sadly, the third round of
sobs began. Tears spilled faster, the braided boy began to
hyperventilate, trembling in the warm embrace. Not knowing too much
else to do, Wufei began to rock the pilot, slowly, unconsciously
pressing gentle kisses to his forehead through the mess of chestnut
bangs. This sweet and caring action almost made Duo stop crying
completely, no one had ever been so gentle, so caring, to death.
Continuing to be kissed ever so lightly, Duo raised his hand lightly
to one caramel colored cheek, running his fingers across the silken
hair and skin and pulling Wufei into an even gentler kiss. Wufei was
hesitant, he remembered vividly about the previous endeavors, but
knew he had to mask his own emotions before he could deal with Duo.
Noting this hesitance, Duo kissed a bit deeper before pulling away.
"I mean it now… and I meant it before…"
Onyx eyes widen further before softening and gathering Duo into his
arms for another sweet kiss. The kiss broke, and the words began to
spill from the ex-pilot's mouth, Wufei had never listened so closely
before.
"M-my name is really Michael Vincent Adrian, born to Vincent and
Marian Adrian…" Wufei's eyes widened for numerous reasons at this
point.
"M-Marian?"
"Yep…"
`That sounds too much like M-Mei…' Wufei thought as he unconsciously
hugged Duo closer to his chest.
"My family was killed, all but my father and myself, my mother and my
unborn brother slaughtered… and my twin sister killed right before my
eyes… if you're wondering, the braid is a tribute to her… she always
wore her hair in a braid…" Duo said softly and clutched the end of
his braid in his hand.
"Who did this to you Duo…"
"My father was the one who killed my family, and he almost got me
too… but I managed to get away…"
Wufei truly gasped, a ball of pain welling in the back of his throat.
"W-why?" He weakly questioned.
"He worked for Oz…"
If Wufei didn't like Oz before, he could have multiplied that hate by
a million, for his loss and Duo's.
"Gods, gomen nasai Du…"
"Oh, don't worry Fei… you don't need to apologize… but thanks…" Duo
said with a smile that you could only hear in his words.
"My life has been tough all through the war… I lost my family, I lost
my best friend, my church, my faith… and the all around trust of one
of our fellow pilots…" Duo said as his eyes made a bee-line to the
interesting pattern on his comforter.
Wufei brought Duo's gaze to his own, his hand cupping the teen's chin
softly yet firmly.
"What do you mean…?"
"Did you know that Heero and I were once a couple?"
"H-hai… I did." Wufei said with a frown, he already didn't like where
this was going
"Did you know why we broke up?". Wufei shook his head and Duo took a
deep shuddering breath, he honestly didn't have one solitary clue on
how he would present this new tidbit to his hopefully new lover.
"H-Heero-- …"
"Hai?"
"He… he used to smack me around a lot and h-he ra--"
Wufei's mouth fell open, he needed not to hear the rest of the word
to know what had happened. At that, the already broken teen began to
tremble again, tears spilling from his cheeks, almost turning away
from the professor, fearing that Wufei would have been disgusted with
him. Seeing this action, Wufei lifted both hands to Duo's face and
brought their foreheads together.
"Duo…"
"H-Hai?" The braided singer said without lifting his gaze from his
lap.
"Don't be ashamed… nothing could have helped that… Heero was stronger
than you and Quatre, Trowa and maybe even me," He said with a
smirk " - but I love you Duo Maxwell, I love Michael Vincent Adrian,
and I will always be here to protect you, no matter what the case may
be." Duo looked up with wide eyes, he was sure after knowing that he
was weak enough to let-- no, so weak that he couldn't fend off the
attack, let alone call out for someone… He was positive that no one
would or could love him after that… but again, Duo Maxwell was proved
wrong.
"I-I Love you too Wufei… and I always have…" Duo loosened up a bit,
laying back down and pulling Wufei with him, each laying on their
sides so they could look at one another.
"D-do you know… that at home, I have two black cats?" Duo said in
such an innocent tone he sounded no more than five.
"No, I did not." The professor replied matter-o-factly with a small
smile.
"Yep, they are named `Wu' and `Fei'." The singer said with a small
blush.
This brought another soft and sweet laugh from Wufei, who leaned
forward and lightly brushed Duo's lips with his own.
"Well, I actually bought the `Duo Maxwell' poster of you, its hanging
in my apartment on 52nd street…"
"You live on 52nd?"
"Hai."
"I live there too!!!"
"Nani?"
"The 25th floor!!! The huge flat!"
"I live on the 10th!" Wufei said with wide eyes.
"I probably wouldn'ta recognized you if I had seen ya anyway…" Duo
said half jokingly.
"Everyone knows you Maxwell, so that couldn't be too hard for me to
do… I still don't know why I hadn't…"
"Wow… how many times have our fates crossed without each other
knowing?" Duo said wistfully as he wiggled closer to Wufei. The
Chinese pilot nearly whimpered, now was not the time to tell Duo
about the remainder of that night… So he casually leaned closer and
placed a silencing kiss on Duo's lips. The peck was simple and
short, but so very sweet. They continued to lean forward and peck
repeatedly until both broke out in childish giggles. But the fun was
interrupted by a knock at the door, whereas Trowa entered with Quatre
quick on his heels.
"Gomen, but--"
Quatre blinked. Then Trowa, then Quatre blinked again.
"Uh… dinner is…um…"
Duo smiled over at the two newcomers to his room, then winked at his
new love, who rolled onto of him and started to kiss him
passionately. Both began to rock their hips violently, then burst
into laughter as Quatre whimpered and Trowa slammed his head against
the door. They rolled off of the bed and hooked arms, and walked
towards the couple with the rapidly widening eyes.
"Ha~i?" Duo said as he bumped his hip with Wufei's.
After the blonde and brunette had managed to force their eyes back
into their sockets, they stood in the doorway, blinking repeatedly as
they stared at Duo and Wufei who had seemed to get joined at the hip
[pun fully intended]
"D-Dinner is going to be served in ten minutes." Quatre said, his
gaze never leaving Duo's. Trowa had his eyes pinned on Wufei, both
sending the new couple the `I-better-hear-every-dirty-detail' look.
~ ~ ~
possibly could. The Chinese pilot blinked over at the now awake boy,
rushing to his side and willing him to lay back down, but he was
pulled into a fierce hug, as Duo began to weep on his shoulder.
Wufei's eyes widened as he slowly returned the hug, embracing the
sobbing and shaking pilot in his arms. They sat there like that for a
very long time, tears falling freely from Duo's wavering indigo eyes,
the last shards of his mask crumbling into pieces. The God of Death
was exposed. Gradually the tears slowed to broken hiccups, as Duo lay
cradled against Wufei, tears still tracking down his cheeks. The
still shocked pilot pulled the still sobbing man to his chest,
bringing him even closer and wrapping a strong arm around his waist,
another holding Duo's head to his shoulder. He didn't care at this
point that there were warm tears wetting his shirt, or what had
happened earlier, it didn't matter now as he held the pilot closer,
assuring comfort.
"It will be okay Duo…"
The young man attempted to nod against Wufei's shoulder, dragging in
another deep breath.
"Now that you are here it will be…"
Wufei tightened his grip momentarily at the statement, what the hell
was that supposed to mean? Duo smiled a little and lifted his head
from Wufei's shoulder, smiling widely at the Chinese man.
"Thank you…"
"For what?"
"Holding me… being here… you didn't have to…"
"But I did, and that's that Maxwell."
"Oh, regressing back to Maxwell now, what ever happened to Du-Chan,
or D-Chan, hell, Duo might suffice!"
Wufei mock glared at the suddenly bouncy pilot, he realized that the
man had just slipped on his mask, or was it truly his reality? Duo
leaned closer into the embrace, suppressing a soft shudder from his
recollections.
"Why are you here?"
"Because I-- you fainted in the tub, and cut open your head, and I
wanted to make sure that you were okay…"
"W-why do you care? No one has c-cared before…" Duo said in a barely
audible tone.
"I-I…" Wufei decided to answer his question with another. "Why did
you fall down Duo?"
"Too cold…"
"Why did you wake up gasping?"
"…"
This had stunned the chatty pilot into near stoic-ness. Large indigo
eyes held hidden secrets of horrid memories, lost love, rape, things
that Duo had tried so hard to suppress behind the smile. He blinked
at the Chinese man, not caring about the tears that had begun to
stream down his cheeks once again. As if a silent acceptance to that
answer, Wufei braced the braided man against his shoulder, stroking
the back of his head as the tears fell freely. He was wrong, there
were no masks now, all barriers were down. The bitter sobbing soon
turned to soft hiccups once again. Wufei hoped that maybe he would
learn the secrets of this already mysterious boy someday, and he
could possibly share his own with Duo. But sadly, the third round of
sobs began. Tears spilled faster, the braided boy began to
hyperventilate, trembling in the warm embrace. Not knowing too much
else to do, Wufei began to rock the pilot, slowly, unconsciously
pressing gentle kisses to his forehead through the mess of chestnut
bangs. This sweet and caring action almost made Duo stop crying
completely, no one had ever been so gentle, so caring, to death.
Continuing to be kissed ever so lightly, Duo raised his hand lightly
to one caramel colored cheek, running his fingers across the silken
hair and skin and pulling Wufei into an even gentler kiss. Wufei was
hesitant, he remembered vividly about the previous endeavors, but
knew he had to mask his own emotions before he could deal with Duo.
Noting this hesitance, Duo kissed a bit deeper before pulling away.
"I mean it now… and I meant it before…"
Onyx eyes widen further before softening and gathering Duo into his
arms for another sweet kiss. The kiss broke, and the words began to
spill from the ex-pilot's mouth, Wufei had never listened so closely
before.
"M-my name is really Michael Vincent Adrian, born to Vincent and
Marian Adrian…" Wufei's eyes widened for numerous reasons at this
point.
"M-Marian?"
"Yep…"
`That sounds too much like M-Mei…' Wufei thought as he unconsciously
hugged Duo closer to his chest.
"My family was killed, all but my father and myself, my mother and my
unborn brother slaughtered… and my twin sister killed right before my
eyes… if you're wondering, the braid is a tribute to her… she always
wore her hair in a braid…" Duo said softly and clutched the end of
his braid in his hand.
"Who did this to you Duo…"
"My father was the one who killed my family, and he almost got me
too… but I managed to get away…"
Wufei truly gasped, a ball of pain welling in the back of his throat.
"W-why?" He weakly questioned.
"He worked for Oz…"
If Wufei didn't like Oz before, he could have multiplied that hate by
a million, for his loss and Duo's.
"Gods, gomen nasai Du…"
"Oh, don't worry Fei… you don't need to apologize… but thanks…" Duo
said with a smile that you could only hear in his words.
"My life has been tough all through the war… I lost my family, I lost
my best friend, my church, my faith… and the all around trust of one
of our fellow pilots…" Duo said as his eyes made a bee-line to the
interesting pattern on his comforter.
Wufei brought Duo's gaze to his own, his hand cupping the teen's chin
softly yet firmly.
"What do you mean…?"
"Did you know that Heero and I were once a couple?"
"H-hai… I did." Wufei said with a frown, he already didn't like where
this was going
"Did you know why we broke up?". Wufei shook his head and Duo took a
deep shuddering breath, he honestly didn't have one solitary clue on
how he would present this new tidbit to his hopefully new lover.
"H-Heero-- …"
"Hai?"
"He… he used to smack me around a lot and h-he ra--"
Wufei's mouth fell open, he needed not to hear the rest of the word
to know what had happened. At that, the already broken teen began to
tremble again, tears spilling from his cheeks, almost turning away
from the professor, fearing that Wufei would have been disgusted with
him. Seeing this action, Wufei lifted both hands to Duo's face and
brought their foreheads together.
"Duo…"
"H-Hai?" The braided singer said without lifting his gaze from his
lap.
"Don't be ashamed… nothing could have helped that… Heero was stronger
than you and Quatre, Trowa and maybe even me," He said with a
smirk " - but I love you Duo Maxwell, I love Michael Vincent Adrian,
and I will always be here to protect you, no matter what the case may
be." Duo looked up with wide eyes, he was sure after knowing that he
was weak enough to let-- no, so weak that he couldn't fend off the
attack, let alone call out for someone… He was positive that no one
would or could love him after that… but again, Duo Maxwell was proved
wrong.
"I-I Love you too Wufei… and I always have…" Duo loosened up a bit,
laying back down and pulling Wufei with him, each laying on their
sides so they could look at one another.
"D-do you know… that at home, I have two black cats?" Duo said in
such an innocent tone he sounded no more than five.
"No, I did not." The professor replied matter-o-factly with a small
smile.
"Yep, they are named `Wu' and `Fei'." The singer said with a small
blush.
This brought another soft and sweet laugh from Wufei, who leaned
forward and lightly brushed Duo's lips with his own.
"Well, I actually bought the `Duo Maxwell' poster of you, its hanging
in my apartment on 52nd street…"
"You live on 52nd?"
"Hai."
"I live there too!!!"
"Nani?"
"The 25th floor!!! The huge flat!"
"I live on the 10th!" Wufei said with wide eyes.
"I probably wouldn'ta recognized you if I had seen ya anyway…" Duo
said half jokingly.
"Everyone knows you Maxwell, so that couldn't be too hard for me to
do… I still don't know why I hadn't…"
"Wow… how many times have our fates crossed without each other
knowing?" Duo said wistfully as he wiggled closer to Wufei. The
Chinese pilot nearly whimpered, now was not the time to tell Duo
about the remainder of that night… So he casually leaned closer and
placed a silencing kiss on Duo's lips. The peck was simple and
short, but so very sweet. They continued to lean forward and peck
repeatedly until both broke out in childish giggles. But the fun was
interrupted by a knock at the door, whereas Trowa entered with Quatre
quick on his heels.
"Gomen, but--"
Quatre blinked. Then Trowa, then Quatre blinked again.
"Uh… dinner is…um…"
Duo smiled over at the two newcomers to his room, then winked at his
new love, who rolled onto of him and started to kiss him
passionately. Both began to rock their hips violently, then burst
into laughter as Quatre whimpered and Trowa slammed his head against
the door. They rolled off of the bed and hooked arms, and walked
towards the couple with the rapidly widening eyes.
"Ha~i?" Duo said as he bumped his hip with Wufei's.
After the blonde and brunette had managed to force their eyes back
into their sockets, they stood in the doorway, blinking repeatedly as
they stared at Duo and Wufei who had seemed to get joined at the hip
[pun fully intended]
"D-Dinner is going to be served in ten minutes." Quatre said, his
gaze never leaving Duo's. Trowa had his eyes pinned on Wufei, both
sending the new couple the `I-better-hear-every-dirty-detail' look.
~ ~ ~