The High School Years 9/?
By: Hotaru
Warnings: um…angry language, and a little somethin' for all you Niice haters out there! :hears cheers:
Archive: Stop tickling my fancy! :gods I'm lame:
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Trowa and Quatre continued to watch soap operas until midnight. "You know, as much as these shows repeat themselves, they are fun to watch." Quatre said, heading to bed. "See, I told you." Trowa said with a smile. "Aren't you going to sleep?" Quatre asked before he layed down in Trowa's bed. "No, not yet. I usually stay up later than this. Don't worry though, go to sleep angel." Trowa said. Quatre nodded and climbed into bed, and Trowa went in to tuck him in. "Good night." Trowa whispered, kissing the top of Quatre's head softly.
He waited a few minutes until he was sure Quatre was asleep. He then pulled on a pair of boots and a rain coat. /I'm sorry to leave Quatre, but this has to be done./ Trowa took one last look at his bedroom door before leaving the apartment. The buses weren't running because of the storm, so he had to walk. /Almost there. Get ready Niice, you're going to feel pain like you've never felt before./ Trowa thought angrily as he stood in front of Winner Mansion.
Thunder boomed and lightning flashed as Trowa picked the back door lock. He slowly entered the house and went to the kitchen. There was a light at the end of the hall that was most likely Niice's study. He grabbed a dish towel and dried the bottom of his boots. [1] Trowa slowly walked down the hall until he was right outside the study. Taking a deep breath, he reached in and flicked off the light. "Dammit. Stupid storm." He heard Niice mutter, getting up from his desk.
Trowa stepped into the room, frightening Niice. "Wh-Who are you? What are you doing in my house?" Niice asked, taking a step backwards. Trowa stepped forward. "It does not matter who I am, it matters what I will do with you." He said, disguising his voice slightly. Niice searched around desperatly for a light or weapon. "Get away from me!" he shouted, backing into a wall. Trowa smirked. "Oh no. You're son pleaded those same four words to you many times, but did you ever did what he asked? No!" he said, raising his fist and cracking it against Niice's jaw.
"I'll call the police if you don't leave right now! You'll be arrested!" Niice shouted, wincing as Trowa's fist hit his left eye. "Oh is that so? Maybe you should be arrested for beating your son!" Trowa shouted, raising his knee and slamming it into Niice's groin. Niice keeled over. "I did what was necessary for him to be a success." He hissed. Trowa grabbed Niice by his hair, slammed his face into his knee and then threw him into his desk. [2] "I should kill you for hurting him!" Trowa shouted. "But I'm not like you. I actually have a soul!"
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Wufei stood up and the room started to spin. He could hear Duo asking him if he was okay. "I…it's spin…" he murmured before falling to the floor. "Oh gods what have I done?!" Duo moaned, running to help Wufei up. He carried him to the bed and ran to get a wet towel. He returned and pressed the towel against Wufei's face. "I'm sorry…come on Fei wake up." He whispered, stroking Wufei's hair gently. "I'm fine." Wufei moaned, not opening his eyes.
Duo breathed a sigh of relief. "Just a fainting spell.." Wufei continued, sitting up slowly. "I didn't mean to make you faint." Duo whispered. Wufei smiled softly, then layed back down. "It wasn't your fault—I was just in shock I think." He said, closing his eyes again. Duo layed next to him, pressing the cold cloth against Wufei's face every so often. "You know…I feel like I've been giving you reasons not to like me." Duo said solemnly. Wufei turned his head and asked, "How so?"
"How so? Come on Wufei! I cut your face, I made you faint…come Monday your entire house will be destroyed. I'm just a klutz." Duo said, wringing the cloth in his hands. Wufei laughed softly. "You are not a klutz. You're just clumsy. It's cute." He said, looking into Duo's eyes. "It is?" Duo asked. Wufei nodded and kissed Duo gently. "However if you destroy my house, I'll have to kill you." He said with a sarcastic smile. Duo chuckled softly and sighed. "I will try my best not to destroy your house. I promise." He said.
Wufei layed his head on Duo's shoulder and Duo said, "You know…I used to think that my life had no meaning. I often wondered why God bothered to put me here. I'm just wasting good air." Wufei nudged Duo with his knee. "But it's different now. Since I met you, I've found something to do…I've been to busy having fun to think about how much my life sucks. I used to think that baseball was everything. Instead, you're my everything." Duo said quietly, causing Wufei to blush a deep shade of red. "I live to see you."
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Niice cried out as Trowa kicked him in the face and in the back and in the stomach over and over again. "This is for all the shit you've put him through! I hope you're goddamn balls fall off! I hope your neck breaks…I hope you fucking die!!" Trowa shouted, before running out of the house. He ran home, through the woods and across the wet pavement until he was finally home. He ran into the elevator and dropped to the floor. /He had to be taught a lesson, Gods please forgive me./ Slowly, he walked to his apartment and opened the door quietly.
There were no lights on, meaning everyone was asleep. He quickly slid his coat and boots off, then layed in bed next to Quatre. /It's okay now angel. He knows not to bother you now. He won't dare touch you ever again./ And he fell asleep quickly, holding his angels hand.
The next morning he awoke to Quatre poking his nose. "Morning! Come on Tro get up." Quatre said, continuing to poke Trowa's nose. "Okay..I'm up." Trowa mumbled, crawling out of bed into the living room. Catherine was gone for work already and Quatre flopped onto the couch. "Look it's still raining. What a crappy weakend." Quatre said, flipping on the news. Trowa sat down in the good ol' recliner and sighed. "In other news, millionaire Niice Winner was attacked in his home early this morning at around one fifteen. Sources say that an intruder entered his house and then attacked the satellite engineering president. Police are still looking for the suspect."
Quatre's aqua eyes widened. "Oh Allah…who did this?" he whispered. Trowa was confused. "Quatre, it doesn't matter who did it. What matters is he got what he deserves and he probably deserves a whole lot more than a beating. Stop trying to convince yourself that he cares about you." He said, his forest eyes glistening. Quatre looked down at his socks. "I just…pretend sometimes…that he does love me and that he never did any thing." He whispered. Trowa took his hand and said, "But angel, I love you. He doesn't." Quatre smiled and nodded.
/I know I shouldn't feel bad for him but…why do I?/ Trowa squirmed in his chair as Quatre continued to look nervous. "Come on Quatre, why don't we do something?" he said. "Like what?" the Arabian replied. Trowa got up from the recliner and said, "I don't know, we could…bake something?" Quatre smiled and stiffled a giggle. "You would look mighty cute in an apron." He admitted, following Trowa into the kitchen. "How about some cookies?" Quatre suggested. "What kind? Oatmeal, peanut butter, chocolate chip…" Trowa said, listing the assortments on his fingers.
"Peanut butter!" Quatre said, smiling brightly. Trowa nodded and they went to work. When the cookies were finally in the over, they were covered in flour and peanut butter. "Trowa…how can we be so dirty?" Quatre asked, wiping some p.b. off Trowa's cheek. "I don't know Quatre. You've never made cookies before…and I'm no expert. We can simply say we're still learning." Trowa replied, as they started to clean each other off.
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Wufei awoke to grey skies. The rain was still coming down and the mood was dreary. However, Duo was still laying next to him, one hand draped over his stomach, the other behind his head. Wufei couldn't help but smile as the boy beside him slept. He just looked so cute in his tee-shirt and boxers. He slowly climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom. "Morning Fei…" a groggy voice called out. Wufei walked back to his room, toothbrush working to get those teeth nice and gleamy.
"Mooin' Fuo." He said, his voice muffled. Duo giggled and rolled out of bed onto the floor. "It's still raining huh. That sucks." He said, looking out the window. "What do you do on rainy days Duo?" Wufei asked as he washed his mouth out with water. Duo grabbed his own tooth brush and followed Wufei's voice into the bathroom. "I don't know, go to the movies…hang out at the mall…'jock' stuff." Duo replied with a grin. "Is that what you want to do? Hang out at the mall?" Wufei asked as Duo began to brush his teeth. Duo shrugged.
A short while later they were dressed and ready to go. "Isn't it dangerous to go out on a moter cycle in the rain?" Wufei asked. Duo shrugged and said, "Not really. But you have to hold an umbrella okay?" Wufei nodded and they went out and climbed onto Duo's bike. "Hang on tighy." Duo said. Wufei slid his arm around Duo's chest and smiled. They drove off towards the mall. "Won't those guys from the base ball team be there?" Wufei asked. "Maybe. It doesn't matter though. They won't start trouble." Duo said as he parked in the mall garage.
They walked inside, hand and hand. "So where do you hang out?" Wufei asked. Duo shrugged again and said, "The food court…where ever." Wufei rolled his eyes and they reached the food court. "People keep staring Duo. Have they no manners?" Wufei asked as they sat at a table. Duo crossed his arms and said, "It's something they don't see everyday. Let them stare. I'm used to it by now." Wufei smiled and gazed into Duo's pretty violet eyes. His thoughts were interrupted by a light punch on the shoulder. Wufei looked up at the too farmiliar face of a guy on the base ball team.
"Look who it is. Freak one and the newest edition to the freak family, Freak two." he sneered. Wufei could hear Duo growl. "What's the matter pretty boy? We ain't good enough for ya?" the boy asked, turning to Duo. "No, sorry. You guys are scum and I don't hang out with scum." Duo spat. The boy growled and grabbed Duo by the shirt and pulled him out of his chair. "What'd you say Maxwell? You wanna get fucked up?" he growled angrly. Wufei had a look of fear and horror on his face as more members of the team came up behind them.
"Let me go." Duo said, a slight quiver in his voice. "Hey! Hold it!" A voice called. Two security guards ran down and pulled the boys away from Duo. "How many times do we have to tell you guys to stop causing trouble?" one of them asked. Wufei stood up and pulled Duo's arm. "Come on Duo." He whispered. They hurried back outside, away from any possible danger. "I'll tell coach what they're doing on Monday. It'll stop once they're put on probation." Duo assured.
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Hotaru
[1] Shoes sqeak if they're wet, so he had to dry 'em!
[2] I've been playing too much DOA2!