Always and Forever

Always and Forever

by Star Kindler

Chapter Three

Disclaimer: I don't own GW, never have and never will

Author's Note: Wow, it has taken me a long time to get chapter 3 out, and I am sorry. I have had such a severe case of writer's block on this fic. Well anyway, same thing applies for this chapter. Duo is still weak. Don't like that? Does that really bother you? Then don't read!!! I don't want to hear that I've made Duo too weak. I know he is totally OOC, and that's how I wanted him to be! I'll portray him however I want. It's my fic, so therefore, I have the right to do so. Honestly, I cannot figure out why some people can't understand that very simple fact!

Sorry for ranting, but that really, I mean really, bothers me. Anyway, with all that stuff in mind, enjoy and please review!

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"Damn it! It is 12:30 in the morning!" Heero bellowed as Wufei looked on sleepily.

"Look Heero, there has to be a very logical expla-"

"No. There is not. Duo has never done this before. Where can he be?" Heero sank down on the sofa next to Wufei. With a whimper, he buried his distraught face in his hands.

"There is nothing we can do right now. We've tried everything possible to try and find him. We've had no luck so far. I'm sure he is out with some friends at a bar, and has lost track of time." Wufei said in an attempt to offer solace.

"Wufei, think about what you're saying." Heero mumbled from behind his hands. "Duo got off work at 5:30 this evening. That was seven hours ago! He isn't that stupid."

"Why don't you get some sleep? It won't do you any good to sit up all night, moping. I'll stay in here and wake you if Duo shows up or calls…" The Chinese boy suggested.

Heero looked up. "I guess you're right. Um, thanks."

"No problem." Wufei paused. "Hey Heero, don't worry. I'm sure Duo is fine."

"I hope you're right. Well, good night." The Japanese boy stood and walked back to the bedroom. Once there, he stripped down to his boxers and threw himself upon the bed. He glanced up from his side of the bed over to Duo's. He didn't like to see that empty spot void of Duo's beautiful body. With a sigh he moved to the other side of the bed and laid his head on Duo's pillow, taking in the scent of his lover's sumptuous hair. Thoughts of the previous night flashed in Heero's mind. He could still feel Duo's warm and sweaty body pressed against his. He could still hear Duo whisper 'I love you' in his ear. Tears now fell from the cobalt eyes. Where could Duo possibly be? Why hadn't he at least called? Then a horrible thought flashed in Heero's mind. What if Duo was hurt? What if he wasn't able to come home or try to make contact?

'No,' Heero thought, 'no, I refuse to believe that, and I don't want to believe the fact that he could have left me. What else could have possibly happened? Oh god, Duo, why are you doing this to me?'

Heero closed his eyes, trying to push all horrible thoughts from his mind. Finally, he fell into a restless sleep.

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"Heero! Please help me!" The young Japanese man heard Duo's desperate voice call out to from the depths of a dark oblivion. Frantically, Heero searched through the emptiness, trying to follow the voice, but finding nothing, that is, until a ghastly scenario began to play before his eyes. He saw Duo, lying on a ground of dead leaves, nude and bloodied. Another man, also nude, stood above Duo. Heero could not see this man's face, but he was clear on the stranger's intentions. The man straddled Duo, and took him violently.

Heero watched in horror as the man thrust into Duo brutally. He could see Duo's face twist with pain, but the braided boy made no move to try to stop the attacker. Heero's first instinct was to do something – anything, to stop the man, but as he tried to move toward them, he found he could not budge, nor could he close his eyes. He had to watch this stranger rape his lover. His heart tore in two as tears rolled down his cheeks. He wanted so desperately to save his Duo from that man, but he was helpless; held back by unseen bonds. Then the man thrust into Duo one last time. He finished his deed and pulled out of the battered young man. Then, Duo turned his face toward Heero. The Japanese boy could see the pain and agony in his lover's violet eyes. Duo opened his mouth to speak,

"Heero, I'm sorry. I've betrayed you and our love." He let out a sob. "Please forgive me." Heero felt the invisible bonds release him, and he ran toward Duo.

"No Duo! It wasn't your fault!" He yelled, wanting nothing but to rip the rapist to pieces and embrace his beaten love. But before he could reach them, the images faded back into the dark oblivion…

Heero sat up in bed with a jolt and looked over at the bedside clock. It was 7:30 in the morning. He ran a trembling hand over his face. The dream left him shaken. It had seemed so real. He could see the grisly images so clearly. Duo's final words to him, echoed in the young man's ears. Heero knew at that moment that whatever he experienced during the night was not just a nightmare, but a vision. It was too real to be an overactive imagination. Unsteadily, Heero stood, knowing he had to tell Wufei what he had dreamt. He slowly made his way to the front room where Wufei was sleeping peacefully on the sofa.

"Wufei? Get up." Heero shook the young Chinese man's shoulders.

"Hm? Huh?" He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Heero, what's the matter?"

"Wufei, something terrible has happened to Duo." Heero sat down next to his friend.

Wufei looked at him with a confused glint in his eyes. "What do you mean? How do you know?"

"I just had a dream," Heero looked Wufei in the eyes, trying his best not to cry. "I saw Duo getting raped."

Wufei's eyes widened. "Heero, your mind is acting up. It was just a nightmare-"

"No! It was too real. My Duo has been violated. He's out somewhere hurt. I don't know what to do." He rested his arm on the armrest and held his face in his palm.

"Heero. If the nightmare was real, did you see the rapist?"

Heero shook his head. "No, I didn't catch a glimpse of his face." A single tear escaped his eye. "Oh god, what are we going to do?" Wufei turned away from his friend, unable to come up with an answer of comfort.

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"Stephen, what the hell have you done?" Darrell, a man of twenty, gaped blankly at his friend who stood in his doorway. He carried a very battered and unconscious young man in his arms.

"Will you let me in so I can explain?" Stephen replied gruffly. Darrell stepped aside and allowed him to enter. Stephen brushed past him and headed back to a bedroom, where he threw Duo on the bed.

"Who is he?" Darrell asked, approaching Stephen from behind.

Stephen turned and smiled with a glint of evil in his eye. "He's my new toy."

~~End of Chapter Three~~

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Yay! I have finally finished chapter three! Okay, so what did you think? Please review! ~Star Kindler