Hello people! No one reviewed my last chapter, so this is the last part until I get
some feedback.
~*~
He knew it was a good thing. The simple beep was proof that his Quatre was still
alive. But truthfully, the noise was driving him insane. A small creak made his
head snap up, mask already in place. Rashid's figure stood in the doorway,
sadness in his tan face. "How's he doing?" came the ragged whisper, and the
tall Arabian waited patiently for his master's lover to answer. Trowa simply gave
a small, soundless nod that spoke volumes. A sigh passed the bearded man's
lips and he stared at the floor, the windows, the chair; anything but the small bed
that seemed to swallow the blond Arabian and the silent stony eyes of his lover.
Surprisingly, it was the usually stoic Latin who broke the quiet; "I don't blame
you."
The bear-like man nodded swiftly, gratitude shining in his eyes. Glancing around
the room swiftly, he exited, knowing thanks wouldn't be necessary. Green eyes
followed the large man's back, and when the small door shut behind Rashid, all
of the pilot's attention was once again on the small figure lying in the bed. It was
hard for him to not let his pain show; Quatre seemed so small in comparison to
the overly large bed. Closing his green orbs, Trowa forced himself to calm down.
Beep.
~*~
Heero aimed the barrel of his gun in between Relena's frightened blue eyes.
"But-but-but why Heero?" came the blond's half choked question. He gave a
sadistic half-smirk and pulled the trigger as Relena gave a loud scream.
~*~
"Come in," Zechs commanded softly. His blond hair was tied up in a simple
ponytail, in an attempt to keep it out of his pale face. The large door swung open
slowly, and Dorothy Catalonia entered. The pilot's face was already set in one of
annoyance; did this girl ever get a clue? "What do you want?" he muttered,
turning his back to her. The spoiled aristocrat walked by the pilot, ignoring his
annoyance and plopped onto his cream-colored couch ungracefully. "I just
wanted to tell you what your pacifist sister has been up to," she replied, giving
him a beaming smile. The young0 man ignored her grin, but sat and waited for
Dorothy to continue. When she remained silent for five minutes, Zech's sighed
impatiently; "Fine," he hissed, suppressed rage giving his usually soft voice a
harsh edge. "What do you want?"
The slim female smiled coldly and took off her jacket. "You know what I want
Zechs. I want the same thing every time..." Gritting his teeth, the blue-eyed man
walked over to her. He picked up her light jacket and placed it on a chair
meticulously, then stripped himself of his white shirt and set it beside her
windbreaker. Running her small hands across his muscled chest Dorothy gave a
soft moan. He sighed and closed his eyes, robotically stripping the girl of her
clothes; his own garments were to follow...
~*~
She giggled and bit into another strawberry. Glancing over to the still form
beside her, the fair-haired teenager picked up the remote and turned off the TV.
'It was a rerun, anyway,' Dorothy thought, turning to the seemingly sleeping
Zechs. Grinning, she asked him, "Was it as good for you as it was for me?" A
moment of silence passed between them and the pale girl leaned in to kiss
Zechs. His angry eyes and quiet rage that made his soft mouth tense stopped
her. "What?" she questioned, and when she received no answer except for the
furious blue orbs, she realized why he was so angry. "Please, it's not like this
was the first time!" she argued, and when she was only met by his silence, she
slipped out from beside him. Dorothy put on her clothes silently, deeply
embarrassed and hurt. Zechs was one of the few people she admired, maybe
even loved, so when all he did was ignore her, it actually upset her.
"What's all this about Relena? What is she doing now?" the blond man
questioned, the first words since the blond whore had blackmailed him into sex*.
A moment of silence settled in the small room, but finally she sat and told him
about Relena speaking to the council about his sexuality. The twenty-one year
old nodded, dangerously silent. "Okay," he answered, monotonously, "Now
Leave."
~*~
Relena shut her eyes tightly, deeply afraid of Heero for the first time. She heard
a loud gunshot and waited for the pain to come...but it never did. Cautiously,
she opened her blue orbs and stared at Heero, the side of his stomach bleeding
unchecked. "Ms. Peace-Craft! Please, get away from him!" a feminine voice
cried out. The blond looked at her rescuer then at Heero again; the shorthaired
girl nodded and tried ran past the dark-haired assassin, who appeared to be in
shock...but he wasn't.
Regaining his smirk, albeit a little bloody now, the Japanese teen grabbed the
17-year-old girl by her arm and shot her in the kneecap, causing her to stumble
and fall. The blue-eyed boy aimed at the would-be rescuer and fired at her,
nicking the girl's knee, hand, and shoulder, basically stopping anymore attacks
from the black-haired officer.
Smiling maniacally, he sauntered over to her fallen form. Once again aiming at
her, Heero whispered softly, "I love you, Duo."
~*~
Duo drove mechanically, his every movement seeming robotic and practiced.
Step on the gas, change gears, step on clutch and release slowly**. 'I need to
talk to him. I need to know why you did this with Heero, why you did this to me,'
he thought to himself, turning a corner. 'What excuses do you and Heero have,
Zechs?'
~*~
End for now.
I want feedback, dammit!!!!!
PS: *=blackmailed into sex...that's technically rape
**= I dunno how to drive stick, so we'll just pretend I'm right...
some feedback.
~*~
He knew it was a good thing. The simple beep was proof that his Quatre was still
alive. But truthfully, the noise was driving him insane. A small creak made his
head snap up, mask already in place. Rashid's figure stood in the doorway,
sadness in his tan face. "How's he doing?" came the ragged whisper, and the
tall Arabian waited patiently for his master's lover to answer. Trowa simply gave
a small, soundless nod that spoke volumes. A sigh passed the bearded man's
lips and he stared at the floor, the windows, the chair; anything but the small bed
that seemed to swallow the blond Arabian and the silent stony eyes of his lover.
Surprisingly, it was the usually stoic Latin who broke the quiet; "I don't blame
you."
The bear-like man nodded swiftly, gratitude shining in his eyes. Glancing around
the room swiftly, he exited, knowing thanks wouldn't be necessary. Green eyes
followed the large man's back, and when the small door shut behind Rashid, all
of the pilot's attention was once again on the small figure lying in the bed. It was
hard for him to not let his pain show; Quatre seemed so small in comparison to
the overly large bed. Closing his green orbs, Trowa forced himself to calm down.
Beep.
~*~
Heero aimed the barrel of his gun in between Relena's frightened blue eyes.
"But-but-but why Heero?" came the blond's half choked question. He gave a
sadistic half-smirk and pulled the trigger as Relena gave a loud scream.
~*~
"Come in," Zechs commanded softly. His blond hair was tied up in a simple
ponytail, in an attempt to keep it out of his pale face. The large door swung open
slowly, and Dorothy Catalonia entered. The pilot's face was already set in one of
annoyance; did this girl ever get a clue? "What do you want?" he muttered,
turning his back to her. The spoiled aristocrat walked by the pilot, ignoring his
annoyance and plopped onto his cream-colored couch ungracefully. "I just
wanted to tell you what your pacifist sister has been up to," she replied, giving
him a beaming smile. The young0 man ignored her grin, but sat and waited for
Dorothy to continue. When she remained silent for five minutes, Zech's sighed
impatiently; "Fine," he hissed, suppressed rage giving his usually soft voice a
harsh edge. "What do you want?"
The slim female smiled coldly and took off her jacket. "You know what I want
Zechs. I want the same thing every time..." Gritting his teeth, the blue-eyed man
walked over to her. He picked up her light jacket and placed it on a chair
meticulously, then stripped himself of his white shirt and set it beside her
windbreaker. Running her small hands across his muscled chest Dorothy gave a
soft moan. He sighed and closed his eyes, robotically stripping the girl of her
clothes; his own garments were to follow...
~*~
She giggled and bit into another strawberry. Glancing over to the still form
beside her, the fair-haired teenager picked up the remote and turned off the TV.
'It was a rerun, anyway,' Dorothy thought, turning to the seemingly sleeping
Zechs. Grinning, she asked him, "Was it as good for you as it was for me?" A
moment of silence passed between them and the pale girl leaned in to kiss
Zechs. His angry eyes and quiet rage that made his soft mouth tense stopped
her. "What?" she questioned, and when she received no answer except for the
furious blue orbs, she realized why he was so angry. "Please, it's not like this
was the first time!" she argued, and when she was only met by his silence, she
slipped out from beside him. Dorothy put on her clothes silently, deeply
embarrassed and hurt. Zechs was one of the few people she admired, maybe
even loved, so when all he did was ignore her, it actually upset her.
"What's all this about Relena? What is she doing now?" the blond man
questioned, the first words since the blond whore had blackmailed him into sex*.
A moment of silence settled in the small room, but finally she sat and told him
about Relena speaking to the council about his sexuality. The twenty-one year
old nodded, dangerously silent. "Okay," he answered, monotonously, "Now
Leave."
~*~
Relena shut her eyes tightly, deeply afraid of Heero for the first time. She heard
a loud gunshot and waited for the pain to come...but it never did. Cautiously,
she opened her blue orbs and stared at Heero, the side of his stomach bleeding
unchecked. "Ms. Peace-Craft! Please, get away from him!" a feminine voice
cried out. The blond looked at her rescuer then at Heero again; the shorthaired
girl nodded and tried ran past the dark-haired assassin, who appeared to be in
shock...but he wasn't.
Regaining his smirk, albeit a little bloody now, the Japanese teen grabbed the
17-year-old girl by her arm and shot her in the kneecap, causing her to stumble
and fall. The blue-eyed boy aimed at the would-be rescuer and fired at her,
nicking the girl's knee, hand, and shoulder, basically stopping anymore attacks
from the black-haired officer.
Smiling maniacally, he sauntered over to her fallen form. Once again aiming at
her, Heero whispered softly, "I love you, Duo."
~*~
Duo drove mechanically, his every movement seeming robotic and practiced.
Step on the gas, change gears, step on clutch and release slowly**. 'I need to
talk to him. I need to know why you did this with Heero, why you did this to me,'
he thought to himself, turning a corner. 'What excuses do you and Heero have,
Zechs?'
~*~
End for now.
I want feedback, dammit!!!!!
PS: *=blackmailed into sex...that's technically rape
**= I dunno how to drive stick, so we'll just pretend I'm right...