Mastery and Servitude;
Part Four ~False Happiness~
By Lady AngelFiren
Heero watched the closed door to Master Duo's room sadly, knowing that whatever was going through the man's mind it concerned him, and the past that could never again be a reality. He felt cold and sick, very alone. It hurt so much to think about the look that had come over Duo's face when he watched the short holo-clip of the real Heero's destruction. It didn't make sense that someone could simply destroy a life like that, just because they wanted to.
Sighing, Heero went into the kitchen and thought about making dinner for Master Duo. He knew that whatever he made would go to waste; there was no way Duo wanted to eat anything tonight, but Heero set to work anyway, every part of his being telling him that it was expected of him to make dinner for his master at this time of the day. He got out a cook book, and looked through the pantry and fridge for ingredients. He decided on fettuccini Alfredo with lemon chicken. That was easy to make, and everything he needed was in the apartment.
Heero read the familiar instructions in he cookbook just to make sure he didn't make a mistake. He could almost feel the bite of Master J's belt stinging over the back of his legs for being forgetful.
He timed everything, then went into the bathroom to clean up from the morning's shower. He and Master Duo had spent the entire day uncovering information about Heero's past, and then it turned out not to matter at all, because that past was gone forever. Heero picked up a white towel off of the floor and hung it over the shower rod, then cleaned the mirror and straightened the mat on the floor.
He kept wondering if these were things that the real Heero would do, or if he was simply doing this because that's what he'd done for the past five years. It was strange, the name 'Heero' felt kind of familiar, but it did not conjure an image of some long-lost soldier, it really felt like it was _his_ name. Heero felt, inside, that he really _was_ Heero. But that didn't make any sense at all, now did it?
He bit his lip and frowned at the clean bathroom, worry coming into his eyes. Had he forgotten anything? Master Duo would want him to keep things nice and clean, otherwise he might be beaten. Butthat was untrue. Master Duo hadn't hit him yet, and Heero no longer believed that Duo was going to hurt him, it was just a reflex. The automatic fear of those more powerful than himself was natural, like breathing.
Heero judged that everything was clean. He went into the kitchen and checked the timing on dinner. He added the fettuccini to the boiling water and turned the chicken, then went into the living room, seeing if he could straighten anything up. He fluffed the pillows on the couch and turned off the television. There wasn't really much else to do, because Duo wasn't making any messes for him to clean up. Heero checked his timers again and stirred the pasta, but he had a few minutes with nothing to do, and his Master was locked in his room, wanting to be alone. Heero sat down at the kitchen table, running his fingers over the smooth white surface.
He liked Master Duo, he really did. It would hurt if Duo sent him away because he was no longer the person he used to be. Heero didn't know what he could do to make things right. He didn't want Master Duo worrying and being upset, but Heero didn't see any way for his actions to better the situation. That was the bottom line; there wasn't anything he could do to make Duo feel better about this.
Heero got up and went into the bathroom, flicking on the light. He looked at his reflection in the large mirror. The black sweatshirt Duo had lent him was much too big, it hung off his shoulders in a sad drooping mass of thick fuzzy material. Heero leaned closer to the mirror and put a hand to his face.
High cheekbones, very messy hair that looked clean despite its disarray, clear, lightly bronzed skin with a few bruises that hadn't quite healed yet. Heero traced his fingers over his skin and the gentle lines of his own face. Thin lips that pouted easily, even when he didn't want them to, and very blue eyes. Looking at his own eyes, Heero saw fear and awareness, sharpening the already pointed blue hue. Everything about his face felt like it belonged to him. He really was his own person, he felt as if he must be the same person that Master Duo used to know, except that he'd changed a lot. The sense of being himself, and of always having been that person was very clear in his mind. Heero hoped that he could be enough like his former self for Duo to keep him, he felt like being with Duo was a good thing, he felt like he belonged.
Heero heard the buzz that meant it was time to make Alfredo and take the chicken out of the oven. He did just that, setting a place a t the table for Duo and putting the food out so that he could serve his Master when he came to eat.
Heero swallowed the lump of fear in his throat and went to Duo's black doorway, knocking lightly and announcing dinner in a soft voice.
~o0O0o0O0o~
Duo heard the knock on his door and shuddered, wiping at the tears that insisted on clinging to his eyelashes, even though he'd stopped crying awhile ago. He rolled over and stared at the projected hologram of Heero that was frozen in place in the middle of his room. It hadn't moved an inch in the hour since he'd hit the pause button. He could see the annoyance on Heero's face, clearly etched by the glare he was still giving Dr. J.
Duo was replaying the scene where Heero had gone to L1 on what he thought would be his last mission. This was the most recent thing he could salvage that was the real Heero he craved so badly. After this little wink in time, that man would be erased from the face of the earth and replaced with the_thing_ that was asking him to come to dinner. Duo shuddered at the thought of the creature that was merely the product of lies and control. It didn't deserve to have Heero's beautiful body, it didn't deserve to live at all.
Duo knew he was angry enough to do something drastic. He told the servant that he wasn't hungry tonight, wishing that the other man didn't sound so much like his dead friend. Duo listened to the sad little "Yes, Master Duo," accompanied by retreating footsteps. He turned back to the projection that floated in ethereal light in his dark room. That was as close he'd get to Heero ever again. Duo wondered briefly that if he killed himself and somehow encountered Heero in the afterlifewhat would he be like? Would he remember his life? Would he remember Duo?
Clenching the red sheets in his fists, Duo studied annoyed Heero's features, committing them to memory. He got up and accessed the other holo-clip, the one that was basically Heero's death. He watched the memories that his obsession relived under the influence of whatever drug J had pumped him full of, then watched the blankness that came when there were no more memories for him to have.
It must be nice to be able to completely destroy a life without physically hurting a person, Duo thought. A smile crept over his face. It would be easy to do that again to the thing in the kitchen, easy to destroy it for being what it was. Maybe he could even find a way to convince the servant-boy that he really was Heero Yuy, former Gundam pilot and saviour of the world. Maybe he could go to Dr. G and get his help in manipulating the drug so that memories could be fed to a person instead of extracted from them. Then he could play the holo-clip and somehow give Heero his life back.
And if that didn't work, Duo knew that the servant would put up no resistance if he was told that he would be erased. Duo could make that feeble creature feel completely useless and insignificant, it would be simple to do. It deserved such treatment, didn't it?
A concerned knock on the door brought Duo out of his purely evil thoughts.
"What the hell do you want?" he growled in annoyance.
"Master Duo, I just wanted to ask you what to do with dinner, it hasn't been touched."
"I really don't care, just leave me alone!"
"Yes Master, I'm sorry."
Footsteps padded away and Duo went back to thinking, but he wondered if he was really willing to further destroy the abomination outside his door. It was a question of morals, something that he still valued. Buthe was so viciously hurt by seeing what had happened to the man he craved, that he couldn't stand to see his husk at all. It stung him, hurt him. He could feel every fiber of his being telling him to push the creature away before he started to like it and it could in turn hurt him more.
Duo knew that "Heero" wasn't trying to hurt him, in fact he could plainly see that he was trying to do what he thought was right, but it didn't matter. The damage was done now, and Duo's naturally ingrained "Shinigami Complex" wasn't about to let this thing hurt him without retaliation. He wanted to lash out and really tear at something vulnerable in the other man, for getting him to go soft, and then turning out to be something that was almost poisonous in its irony.
Duo accessed the files about the memory-eater again. He read through them more carefully, then went back a little to the files that he'd skipped over before. He was learning about the machine now, not about Heero. Duo read over how exactly it worked, looked at blue-prints and cross-sections. Then he discovered a component that made him grin insanely with hope and glee.
He subconsciously stopped himself from reading on, taking a second to crush his hopes before they got out of hand like they had when he'd first discovered Heero. It really wouldn't do to get hurt again, not at all. Duo took a breath, then calmly read over his findings.
He smiled for real this time, shutting down his computer and making a call to G. After loosely explaining his situation, plans were made, and Duo took a moment to cackle to the dark room around him. He literally bounced out of bed and flung the door open with the force of a hurricane, bounding through the apartment to find "Heero."
~o0O0o0O0o~
Heero cleaned up dinner, putting the food in the fridge and feeling absolutely miserable. He had hoped that Master Duo would come eat, it would have been nice. But after hearing the tone of disgust in the other man's voice, Heero knew that it wasn't the food, it was him. Master Duo's voice was filled with revulsion and anger, and Heero could simply feel that it was for him.
Sighing, he wondered if he should leave. Butwhere would he go? He was completely dependent on Duo, for food and heat and safety, and anything else that he needed. He was not capable of caring for himself, he knew that J had avoided teaching him those skills so that he could never escape. Heero had never harboured any intentions of escaping; he didn't even know that there could be another kind of life than complete service and devotion, but at the same time J had made it impossible.
In doing so, he also destroyed any potentiality of Heero ever caring for himself.
With no options but to stay where he was, Heero chose to be as far from his angry Master as possible, in order to minimize the chances of being thrown out. He was terrified of that prospect, totally and completely.
Heero wandered through the apartment. There was only the kitchen/dining room, living room, Master Duo's room, and the bathroom. He curled up on the floor in the living room, tucking himself into the corner furthest from any household activity and staying there.
Unfortunately, the wall he was leaning into had the Master bedroom on the other side of it, and Heero heard Duo playing the holo-clips, then he heard him cackling madly and talking to himself. Heero had noticed Duo talking to himself, he had guessed that it was just something that the braided man did when he was thinking. Heero tuned out the sounds from the other room, deciding that it was best not to think about Master Duo's sanity or his hospitality at the moment. Unfortunately, Master Duo occupied Heero's mind almost constantly, as serving the man was his sole priority.
He started to think of what it would be like if he really were thrown out, and tears leaked down his face as he shivered at the prospect of being all alone without anyone to feed him or take care of him. Heero squeezed his eyes closed and rocked against the wall, trying to make the bad things go away, but they were only replaced with more bad things. He was a crappy servant to begin with, and now he'd found out that he wasn't even real, so to speak. It hurt, it really did, especially because Heero felt so strongly that he actually was Heero Yuy.
Heero was startled when he heard the door to Master Duo's room swing open. He must be really mad to be so forceful, Heero hadn't seen Duo truly irate as of yet. He wasn't sure he wanted to.
~o0O0o0O0o~
Duo found Heero after walking into the living room and looking around. The man was curled up on the floor, still wearing only a ridiculously huge sweatshirt. Tears marred the beautiful face, and Duo took a moment to simply look at the figure, before he went over to him and sat down cross-legged in front of him. Heero's big blue eyes trained on the carpet between the pair, instead of on Duo. They were unfocussed and tired-looking.
All Duo could think of was how long it seemed he had to wait before he could be rid of this thing. He decided that he would treat it like a person for its last few hours, but then he would never have to think of it again. He helped "Heero" up and gave him some clothes to wear. He asked Heero to re-heat something from dinner for them both to eat, and went to pack his small bag. They would be leaving tomorrow morning, bright and early.
Heero's heart leapt with glee as he felt useful again. He quickly heated up a plate of pasta and chicken for Duo, then asked his Master if he was supposed to eat as well. Duo nodded with a happy smile and Heero felt butterflies in his stomach dancing at Duo's seeming approval of him once more. He helped himself to food, also re-heating it, then sat down at the very same table as his Master and ate with him. He was shy to eat in front of Master Duo, but the man insisted, and Heero would deny him nothing.
They shared dinner, Heero proud of himself for being able to eat everything on his plate. He cleared the dishes and was once again pleased when Duo allowed him to play his role and wash the dishes. Before, Master Duo would have told him something about how he was a person, and then insisted on doing work himself, like when he had fed Heero peaches. Heero knew it was much better this way. He finished up the dishes while Duo watched a vid, then went into the Master bedroom and made the bed, lighting candles around the room and taking off his clothing. Heero curled up on top of the coverlet and fell into a hazy sense of bliss. Surely Master Duo would take him tonight, and prove that he wanted Heero to serve him.
Duo watched his vid, glad to be away from "Heero" for a few hours. When it was over he turned off the vidplayer and went to brush his teeth. He peeled off everything but his boxers and walked sleepily into his room to find the very creature he despised laying on his bed naked. It's eyes were lust-clouded and it was clear what the creature wanted. Duo sighed as his own body responded to the man laying on the bed, and he walked closer, sitting down.
"Heero" looked him straight in the eyes and smiled, obviously oblivious to Duo's abhorrence. In fact, Heero seemed blissful, excited, and really, honestly happy. Duo cringed inwardly and gave the man a smile before he surveyed his naked form, sweeping slowly over the long legs and finely chiseled torso. So much like the real Heero, but also so different. Duo leaned closer to the creature that was watching his movements hungrily, and ran his fingers over the smooth face. Perfect skin. He dragged the hand across Heero's chest and down his belly, eliciting a low whimper from the imposter before him.
This hurt, to see Heero like this but to know that it wasn't really him. Duo told himself that he had to do this, if for no other reason then to be strong. He wouldn't ever have to face this thing again after tonight anyhow, so it really didn't matter.
Duo pulled off his shorts and climbed atop Heero, running a hand through his fine dark hair and studying the perfectly angled and proportioned face beneath him. Duo would have kissed a lover at this point, but he would not kiss "Heero." Duo ground himself into the man's erection and held the thin arms above Heero's head. He was going to be quick about this.
Heero watched Master Duo's eyes as he climbed onto him and pinned his arms over his head. Heero felt some fear; he had no idea what sort of lover Master Duo would be, but he told himself that it didn't matter. He was ecstatic that the man on top of him had come to terms with what was going on, and he groaned aloud at not only the feel of Master Duo's erection touching his own, but at the feeling that he felt inside of him that told him that he belonged to someone. This was the closest to love that Heero could fathom, and he was enjoying it intensely.
A finger slicked with KY jelly prodded at Heero's ass, and he relaxed himself so that it could enter him. He was used to pain, and didn't make a sound or even grimace when the slick finger pushed quickly inward, followed hastily by another. Duo wasn't being very gentle, this hurt quite a lot and it took some serious strength of will not to let the tears that Heero felt brimming in his eyes flow down his face. There were no more gentle hands trailing over Heero's body, or even a kiss to ease the pain, it was just those two fingers, stretching him before he was really ready. The fingers never went far enough up to touch anything pleasurable, so Heero simply clenched his teeth and thought about the fact that this was his Master whom he loved and eventually he would get used to this.
The fingers withdrew and Heero let out a sigh, two fat droplets spilling out of his closed eyes and running down the sides of his face into his ears. A moment later a slick erection was pressing against him and Heero felt fear. He forced himself to relax, knowing that fear would only make him tight, and in turn make this very painful. Master Duo was slow in entering him, much to Heero's surprise; as if he could see the fear in his slave and he didn't want to hurt him. Heero felt a little better as Duo entered him a very tiny bit at a time until he was all the way in and his balls were pressing on Heero's ass.
Heero sighed and whimpered as the pain began to retreat. His body adjusted to the thing inside of him, and he began to feel like maybe he wanted Master Duo to move. There still were no kisses or touches to tell Heero that it was alright, but at least he wasn't in any sort of agony. Then Duo began to move inside of him, and Heero lost all sense of conscious thought.
Duo looked at the face beneath him as he banged repeatedly into Heero's ass, withdrawing almost all the way, only to drive himself in again. Heero was deep, he seemed to be enjoying this. That only made Duo angrier, and he went faster, trying to wipe the pleasure off of Heero's face. Heero's voice filled the room as Duo pounded into him. Heero's fists clenched the sheets and he threw his head back as he came all over Duo's chest and his own.
Duo came a second later, the rage rushing out of him. He felt spent. He collapsed onto Heero and fell asleep still inside of the other man.
~o0O0o0O0o~
An hour or two later, poor Heero was laying in the black room staring at the ceiling with Duo lying on top of him. He hadn't exactly had very many sexual encounters, but this had really bothered him. He felt used, as if Master Duo really didn't care. Biting his lip, Heero reminded himself the he should be happy that his Master would even want to fuck a dirty slave like himself. A few stray tears escaped his eyes and he bit his lip, not sure how his Master would take to being awoken. The kindness that had been there before the discovery of Heero's past seemed to be gone from Duo. Now Heero was actually scared of him.
The fear was familiar. It reminded him of the only other home he could remember; the lab on L1. Heero had lived nervously, in constant fear that he would provoke Master J to beat him. This was roughly the same thing. A moan from the man atop him brought Heero to attention.
"Master?" Heero whispered.
Duo groaned and rolled off of him, pulling out of his rear and drawing the blanket over himself as he fell back asleep. Heero breathed deeply to quell threatening tears and he crawled out of the bed and went to the bathroom to clean himself off. He could barely walk due to the pain in his ass, so he ran a warm bath and practically fell in, rinsing himself off.
Heero drained the water and wrapped himself in a towel. He rubbed his whole body dry, and hung up the towel, then he crept back into the master bedroom and curled up on his side at the foot of the bed, shivering and crying silently as he fell asleep.
~o0O0o0O0o~
The next morning, Duo woke up with a grin. He slammed a fist down on his alarm clock, laughing as it exploded into many tiny little pieces, then swung his legs over the edge of the bed and walked into the kitchen to the smell of sizzling bacon. Heero was standing at the stove, flipping a pancake in one pan, and tending to the bacon in another. There was coffee and orange juice on the table, ready for Duo to drink. He sat down and watched as "Heero" brought him breakfast. Only a few more hours, and no more "Heero." Duo couldn't keep back his grin.
Heero winced as he walked and set food down in front of Master Duo, then got to his knees on the floor. It was more comfortable for him this way, he hoped Duo didn't mind his position. The bruises on his hips where Duo had held him the night before were plainly visible, scattered across his skin in the gentle morning sunlight. Heero politely inquired how Duo had slept and how he was feeling this morning, disregarding the confusing set of warring emotions in his heart.
He was mostly happy, despite being upset and in pain. He was ecstatic that Duo wanted to keep him., he just wasn't sure who Duo was anymore. No matter, It would work out fine, as long as Duo kept him, Heero mused that he would be ok. He smiled sadly at the prospect of aching like this for the rest of his life, at least it meant he was wanted for something.
Duo ate his breakfast, then got the bag he'd packed the night before and asked Heero to get the clothes on that Duo had given him. Heero thanked his Master profusely for the clothing and put it on. He was led out of the door by his Master, and here Heero turned, of course, not looking the man in the eyes, and asked what they were doing. Duo smiled at Heero strangely.
"I have a surprise for you Heero. Just be patient."
"Really? Thank you Master Duo!!" Heero felt all warm and fuzzy inside, now that he seemed to have Duo's approval. He tried his very best to walk normally and forced himself not to heed the pain, because it really didn't matter. Master Duo approved of him, and he had a surprise!! Heero briefly wondered if he was worth getting a gift or surprise, and decided that Master Duo would have to make that choice.
Heero followed Duo onto a city bus, careful not to use the term 'master' out loud when they were in public. Duo led him off the bus, up a hill to where an old-looking building sat. Duo opened the front door, and Heero was instantly reminded of Master J's lab, this was just like it. They went underground, well, down, anyway, and Heero gasped as they emerged into a large cavern that housed all manner of strange looking things. A short man with steel gray hair that stuck out around his head introduced himself as Professor G.
The short man laughed when Heero sank to his knees in submission, but Heero waited until Duo told him to get up before he actually did it, and even then, he stood behind Duo. Heero was scared of the strange man, he hoped that Duo would protect him if the man did anything weird.
"Wait here, we'll be back in a bit." Duo told Heero, nodding to a chair. Duo watched as Heero sat, noticing that his ass was still tender, then he followed G off into another room in the lab. Dr. J's memory eating machine was there, sitting relatively harmlessly on a lab bench. G went over to it and picked up a disc that sat beside it.
"This is what you're looking for Duo, this is the copy of the original Heero's memories and personality. I can transfer this data to the boy's mind with a simple machine that I've used hundreds of times to implant various pieces of information in your head. You didn't even know I was doing it. Heh heh, it worked well. It was child's play to extract this disc from that machine, fortunately it was only used once, and Heero is all on this one little disc. I'm not sure how he will interact with the imposter in his mind, it really depends. There is no way to test this procedure beforehand, but I assure you, Heero will be back. You're sure you want to do this Duo?"
G looked at Duo with a grin, and Duo answered with a nod of the head. Finally, after all this time he'd have Heero back, and that _thing_ would be gone. Duo listened to what G explained about the procedure and went to get Heero, bringing him into a small metal room and strapping him to a chair. G walked in and hooked Heero up to the small, hand-held machine that would give him his life back. He handed a pair of little white pills to Heero, who looked at them in question. Duo told him to swallow them, so he did. They were a sedative that would kick in in about half an hour and knock Heero out for a bit until he could get his head sorted out. Duo avoided telling this to the imposter, he wanted to knock him on his ass in a few minutes, so he made sure that "Heero" was completely in the dark about what was going on.
Duo watched as G inserted the disk into The little machine and waited. Heero's eyes were getting droopy looking, and his head was lolling from side to side. G snorted and hit the button, then set down the little machine to monitor Heero's status on the electroencephalograph. He seemed to be doing fine, G told Duo, who was watching the man who now appeared to be fast asleep.
~o0O0o0O0o~
Heero stirred.
His head felt funny, and he felt weak. He made sure not to make a move in case he had been captured by enemies, and he carefully monitored what he could get from the room around him. There was no sound except for his own breathing, perhaps J had knocked him out with something?
Heero slowly opened his eyes, noting that he was unarmed and not liking that fact at all. He was in an unfamiliar room, but it looked suspiciously like every other lab room J had ever put him in on L1. Heero knew he wasn't on L1, the air in here did not have the same pure quality. He must be on a poorer colony, maybe something in the L2 cluster. Looking down at himself, Heero noted the strange clothes that were all black and looked to be three sizes too big. How long had he been out? He tried to thinkthe war was over, wasn't it?
That must have been something to trick himhe should have known it would be too good to be true.
Pushing his displeasure side, Heero swung his legs over the edge of the cot he was on and his eyes widened noticeably at the pain that went through him. He'dbeen raped? And he wasn't even conscious during it? Heero bit his lip out of anger, forcing himself to calm down and not voice the growl he felt coming on. How could someone violate him if he wasn't even awake? What was the point of that?
He noted that he really wasn't all that sorehe wasn't in any kind of real pain, it was mostly just a dull ache. He told himself to ignore it, and the pain sank to the back of his mind. Heero noted that he had lost some weight, he must have been out for a really long time. He was hungry, but his head was bugging him. It felt funny, sort of loud and fuzzy.
~Heero?~
Heero froze and looked around himself. There was no-one in here, and there was nowhere for sound to come from. What the hell? Who knew his name in this place? Had they given him truth serum or something?
"Who's there?" Heero went against his will and asked the air around him for an answer. He sat down, feeling dizzy from the pounding in his head. It was like something was in his brain, crawling through it, picking him apart. He shivered, then berated himself for the action. He was confused.
~You can hear me? Are you Heero?~
The voice sounded like it was in his head. He looked around again and still saw nothing that could possibly prove him wrong. How could he figure this out?
//Who are you?// Heero thought, feeling illogical for talking to the voice in his head. He was shocked when it answered him.
~I'm you~
//What?//
~o0O0o0O0o~
Heero was terrified when he found that he could feel nothing as he came to. He tried to open his eyes and discovered that he couldn't. There was someone in his head! Heero wondered where Master Duo was and was basically very confused until he started to dimly feel things, as if they were being filtered through someone else before they got to him. He still couldn't see, but thoughts were ringing through his mind loud and clear. It sounded likehimself.
~Heero?~ He tried wondering if this could really be the person he was before. Master Duo would be happy if that was so.
"Who's there?"
~You can hear me? Are you Heero?~
// Who are you?//
~I'm you~ Heero was shocked and scared, he was talking to the real Heero Yuy! This was going to get confusinghe couldn't really do anything, he couldn't move. ButHe was able to feel what the real Heero felt, and he could sort of see through his other's eyes, and hear what he heard. They were alone in a steel cell, but Yuy wasn't scared, he wasangry and alert.
// What? //
~Where is Master Duo? He may be angry if we don't find him. I can't movewe're going to have to co-operate.~
// What are you talking about? And Why are you in my head? // Yuy sounded annoyed, but Heero could feel a tinge of fear in him, he didn't understand what was going on, and therefore he was not in control. In fact, Heero realized that he could read everything that Yuy was thinking and feeling, it was scary. This is who he had been? Someone who was so in control of themselves that they were angry when they were imprisoned? Heero had a lot to learn if he was ever going to make Master Duo happy.
// Who the fuck is Master Duo? If this is one of that bastard's jokes I swear I'll wring his neck myself. Who are you!? Answer me Dammit! //
Heero reeled back from the hostility and rage in the original Heero's mindvoice. He tried to be calm, but the anger made him jumpy.
~I'm you You'll see, when Master Duo comes to get us. He is with a man who called himself Professor GI think they were trying to replace me with you and it did not work how they wanted, I'm sorry if I've upset youHeero.~
// Soyou're me, and you think Duo is your master? Are you stupid? You let that baka control you? Weak Do you know how long I've been in here? //
Yuy sounded furious, Heero was scared to tell him anything, but he thought that at least if he was honest maybe he could stun him into silence.
~You have beenout of commission for five yearsI don't know how they brought you back, but I know that you mind, all of your memories were destroyed. That's why I don't understand how you can be here, but you are. Master Duo must have wanted to get rid of me and bring you backI am starting to believe that is the only reason he kept me at allto get to you. I'm sorry for existing, I'm a fluke, I am what Master J created out of your instincts and a pack of lies when you were destroyed. I am stupid and weak, I only know how to serve, and now that has been taken away from me as wellyou should find a way to kill me. I'm useless.~
Heero felt hesitation in Yuy, like he was trying to process all of this. Suspicion ran though him. // What year is it then? Is the war over?//
~Its AC201 and I have never known war.~
// Then, I'm useless as well. Without the war I have no reason to be alive. Duo should have shot me, not brought me here anddone this. Why wasn't he happy with you? You're meright?//
~I have no memory of anything that happened before five years ago. I am somehow experiencing your thoughts and feelings right now, but I fear that Master Duo will simply want me gone, I am irrelevant. Its you he wants.~
// I'm not his for the wanting. Why am I sorewhat happened to this body?//
~Master Duo was angry last night, he scared me, but he was gentlehe did not mean to hurt me, I think.~
// You mean he fucked you?//
~Of course. I was pleased that Master Duo accepted me enough to do that, before he found out I was made up of lies and instincts, he kept trying to treat me like another Master, as if I deserved to live and be a normal person. He wouldn't even tell me to eat, he expected that I could do it myself. I was confused and scared. Then we looked through Master J's files, and I read about your past, you life. I knew Master Duo wouldn't want menot if I wasn't you. But then, he did. He wanted to keep me enough to prove it. I don't understand why I'm here though, or why you're here. There is something I'm missing, I'm not very smart sometimes. Maybe you know why we are both conscious?~
~o0O0o0O0o~
Heero was absolutely furious. This voice in his head had let Duo fuck him? Heero played out the scene from the night before. It was a memory, but it hurt him as if it were happening now. It was, in a way, because it was the first time Heero had ever experienced it. He was reading the memories and feeling and all kinds of other things off of the voice in his head, like it was a whole other person, but it was him too. The urge to protect this fragile thing in his mind was strong, especially with the absence of war in his life.
A metal door to the cell opened, and in walked Duo Maxwell, with plain hope in his eyes. He was now taller and more muscular than Heero, but he looked relatively the same. Heero looked at him with no expression.
"Heero?" Duo's voice was deeper too.
"Duo." Heero said quietly, indicating nothing.
"Shit, HEERO! I thought you were gone! Aw shit, look at this, you're makin me cry here" Duo went over to Heero and gave him a big bear hug. The presence in his mind was scared, he thought Duo was gong to hit him, and was surprised at the affection.
"Baka. Get off of me. Lets leave."
Duo nodded and thanked G. He was so happy! Heero was back and that little servant
boy was GONE!! He nearly danced out of the lab with a grumpy Yuy in tow.