~ ~ ~
"So, the ball, so to speak, will be on Saturday the 24th, Christmas
Eve, Eve of Allah, and the last day of Hanukah."
"Wow…"
"That's what Tro-Chan said!" Quatre said happily as he gave his
husband a quick squeeze, silently focusing his uuchi-no-kokoro on
Duo, but coming up with nothing.
"It will be completely formal, and we both have invited tons and tons
of people, all of the Mangacks, their massive families, Rashid and
Catherine of course." Quatre said with a small smile. Now *that* was
something that no one expected… "The Peacecraft's, Lady Une, Noin,
Ms. Po and Mariemeia Khushrenada, she really is quite a lovely young
woman now." Wufei shifted uncomfortably, that rebellious teen didn't
strike a good nerve, her father nearly destroyed him, but all was
well now.
"So tomorrow night? Ne?" Duo said somewhat cheerfully, Heero's words
still sending chills down his spine.
"Hai-Hai!!!" Quatre said with over eagerness. "I caaaant wait!"
"Na! Neither can I!" Duo said with a genuine smile, it was the
holidays… he needed to smile!
~ ~ ~
Their minor discussion was over, but the little blonde was worried to
all hell, he was worried about his best friend, something happened
between the braided man and Heero some time ago, and it still
effected Duo to this day. Wufei smiled as he threw an arm around
Duo's waist and helped the sleepy pilot up to his room. By the time
he got up the last stair, Duo was practically atop of his arm, his
even breath blowing warmly across Wufei's neck, causing the Chinese
man to shiver softly. He scooped the lax man once again into his
arms, feeling a frightening sense of Déjà vu as he lay Duo down on
his bed.
* * *Flashback* * *
Wufei had just entered the house, wiping his brow with the back of
his arm and heading into the kitchen. His kata's were very tiring and
the tense muscles of his back and torso ached, but he wouldn't
complain, it was all part of his training. He walked to the
refrigerator and pulled out his own bottle of water, then into the
living room, it was unusual that all of the lights were out, but he
wasn't going to complain about that either. Energy conservation was
very important! Wufei flipped on the light as he took a drink from
his bottle, then spit his water across the room. His eyes widened at
the bloody and ravaged mass on the couch. Duo was unconscious, it
couldn't take a blind man to tell anyone that, and his clothing was
torn, blood coming from everywhere on his face and piddling beneath
his bottom on the leather of the couch. It took seconds for Wufei to
rush over, but it felt like an eternity, his heart thumped heavily in
his chest, to see this beautiful form in such ruin. The teen scooped
Duo into his arms, cringing at the unconscious whimper that escaped
from his bleeding mouth. Wufei hurried the shattered teen upstairs,
placing the broken boy into the bathroom, removing the rest of Duo's
clothing then going to work on tending the hurt boy. It took Wufei
more than three hours to successfully tend to Duo, bathing the boy in
a warm tub, tending to the cuts upon bruises, upon gashes. It was
obvious to Wufei that Duo had been r-raped, the thought of someone
taking advantage of this beautiful specimen of life brought a
tingling shudder to the Chinese teen, eyes flaring with anger and
unseen care, Wufei laid Duo down in his own bed, not caring if Heero
would yell at him for not letting Duo sleep in ::cough:: their bed.
The stoic Japanese teen was number one on his list of people to do
this… but why? No… it was none of his business. By the time Wufei had
Duo tucked in and curled on his bed, the pilot of Nataku `s usual
white silk uniform was spattered with droplets of crimson and light
pink. Deftly, Wufei quickly re-braided Duo's silken chestnut locks,
after he had washed away that blood and taken out the strands that
had been yanked from the roots… then unbound his own hair, settling
on the small futon that he had packed away for emergencies and
staring at Duo, who seemed to not be in as much physical pain as
before. Onyx eyes warily drifted closed, only to open moments later
in the last minute decision to watch the broken teen sleep, and
assure him that he would be protected for that night of his
ineptitude against his what he hoped to be his former boyfriend and
aggressor...
* * *End of Flashback* * *
"So, the ball, so to speak, will be on Saturday the 24th, Christmas
Eve, Eve of Allah, and the last day of Hanukah."
"Wow…"
"That's what Tro-Chan said!" Quatre said happily as he gave his
husband a quick squeeze, silently focusing his uuchi-no-kokoro on
Duo, but coming up with nothing.
"It will be completely formal, and we both have invited tons and tons
of people, all of the Mangacks, their massive families, Rashid and
Catherine of course." Quatre said with a small smile. Now *that* was
something that no one expected… "The Peacecraft's, Lady Une, Noin,
Ms. Po and Mariemeia Khushrenada, she really is quite a lovely young
woman now." Wufei shifted uncomfortably, that rebellious teen didn't
strike a good nerve, her father nearly destroyed him, but all was
well now.
"So tomorrow night? Ne?" Duo said somewhat cheerfully, Heero's words
still sending chills down his spine.
"Hai-Hai!!!" Quatre said with over eagerness. "I caaaant wait!"
"Na! Neither can I!" Duo said with a genuine smile, it was the
holidays… he needed to smile!
~ ~ ~
Their minor discussion was over, but the little blonde was worried to
all hell, he was worried about his best friend, something happened
between the braided man and Heero some time ago, and it still
effected Duo to this day. Wufei smiled as he threw an arm around
Duo's waist and helped the sleepy pilot up to his room. By the time
he got up the last stair, Duo was practically atop of his arm, his
even breath blowing warmly across Wufei's neck, causing the Chinese
man to shiver softly. He scooped the lax man once again into his
arms, feeling a frightening sense of Déjà vu as he lay Duo down on
his bed.
* * *Flashback* * *
Wufei had just entered the house, wiping his brow with the back of
his arm and heading into the kitchen. His kata's were very tiring and
the tense muscles of his back and torso ached, but he wouldn't
complain, it was all part of his training. He walked to the
refrigerator and pulled out his own bottle of water, then into the
living room, it was unusual that all of the lights were out, but he
wasn't going to complain about that either. Energy conservation was
very important! Wufei flipped on the light as he took a drink from
his bottle, then spit his water across the room. His eyes widened at
the bloody and ravaged mass on the couch. Duo was unconscious, it
couldn't take a blind man to tell anyone that, and his clothing was
torn, blood coming from everywhere on his face and piddling beneath
his bottom on the leather of the couch. It took seconds for Wufei to
rush over, but it felt like an eternity, his heart thumped heavily in
his chest, to see this beautiful form in such ruin. The teen scooped
Duo into his arms, cringing at the unconscious whimper that escaped
from his bleeding mouth. Wufei hurried the shattered teen upstairs,
placing the broken boy into the bathroom, removing the rest of Duo's
clothing then going to work on tending the hurt boy. It took Wufei
more than three hours to successfully tend to Duo, bathing the boy in
a warm tub, tending to the cuts upon bruises, upon gashes. It was
obvious to Wufei that Duo had been r-raped, the thought of someone
taking advantage of this beautiful specimen of life brought a
tingling shudder to the Chinese teen, eyes flaring with anger and
unseen care, Wufei laid Duo down in his own bed, not caring if Heero
would yell at him for not letting Duo sleep in ::cough:: their bed.
The stoic Japanese teen was number one on his list of people to do
this… but why? No… it was none of his business. By the time Wufei had
Duo tucked in and curled on his bed, the pilot of Nataku `s usual
white silk uniform was spattered with droplets of crimson and light
pink. Deftly, Wufei quickly re-braided Duo's silken chestnut locks,
after he had washed away that blood and taken out the strands that
had been yanked from the roots… then unbound his own hair, settling
on the small futon that he had packed away for emergencies and
staring at Duo, who seemed to not be in as much physical pain as
before. Onyx eyes warily drifted closed, only to open moments later
in the last minute decision to watch the broken teen sleep, and
assure him that he would be protected for that night of his
ineptitude against his what he hoped to be his former boyfriend and
aggressor...
* * *End of Flashback* * *