standard disclaimers apply~
"Oof!"
Duo crouched painfully on the floor, wheezing, as the foot that had kicked him so hard it knocked the wind out of him lifted itself for another strike. Duo winced; he had had no energy at all due to the fact that he had had no food, water, or really had much sleep for the past couple of days. To make things worse, his moral and confidence had definetely crumbled after no one had come to save him, not to mention sleeping in an uninsulated crappy shithole for so long. It seemed as if the world had forgotten about him completely. Erased all parts of him from the universe. Ex-Duo. Anti-Duo. Gone.
Then these guys had showed up and decided to beat the crap out of him for kicks.
"Like I said, runt, we're gunna do you a favor and cut all that long hair offa you. Whaddya say?" the foot's owner leered at him. Obviously older --maybe 20 or 21-- and stronger (surprisingly), the man had a menacing smile, black hair slicked back making him look vampiric, and numerous scars over his body (or what was visible anyway). He brushed dust off his torn blue shirt and patched up jeans, whipped out a switchblade, and advanced toward the broken Duo, with his three cronies blacking all exits. Duo blinked blood out of his eyes, which was coming from a cut above his left eyebrow. He was beyond cold; his feverish shivers wracked his crumpled body. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for Death. Funny, he thought he had befriended Death. Guess he figured wrong. SO this was how the brave and courageous Duo Maxwell, God of Death, was going to die: by the hands of people he could have killed easily under different circumstances.
How humiliating.
The blade slashed down, aimed at the boy's head, but never made contact. An anguished howl escaped Duo's harrasser's lips, and his face screwed up in agony. He fell to the ground, limp and out cold from a blow to the neck by--
"I'll give you one second to run before I kill you all," the spandex-clad boy stated evenly. To heighten his seriousness, he cocked a gun right at them.
"R-run!" The three remaining men picked up their fallen leader and high-tailed it out of there.
Duo glanced blearily up at his savior, the one who had come for him. 'You're late,' he thought grimly, but only smiled weakly, whispered, "My Hero (or was it Heero?)," and promptly passed out in Heero's waiting arms.
Heero smiled inside. So peaceful when asleep... Seeing Duo shiver painfully, he wrapped the body in his jacket and carried him out into the cool night air. No one would hurt his Duo anymore; he'd make sure of it.
~*~
"Zechs, honey, come look at this."
"Hnn?" Milliardo Peacecraft, accustomed to his past name Zechs Merquise, sauntered over to his beloved Lucrezia Noin.
"It's about Duo," she stated uneasily. "He's in deep shit, from the looks of it."
Zechs read fast, his calculating blue eyes absorbing the information, then whistled. "Whoo. No kidding."
Noin frowned. "It's not fair! The government thanks the people who defended their planet this way? Something's not right."
Zechs nodded, and turned off the computer. "We'll worry about it tomorrow. I'm sure he can take care of himself."
Noin raised an eyebrow quizzically. "And if he isn't okay?"
"Then someone's taking care of him. I'm sure of it. Come on," he yawned, "it's getting late." Taking Noin's hand in his, he led her gently to their bedroom...
~*~
So all the old crowd's getting back together. Just as I planned (of course, i'm writing it --;;) well anyway, thanks for the feeble feedback i got from the people who care about me! I feel better and appreciated now (hmph). R/R!!!!!!!!
"Oof!"
Duo crouched painfully on the floor, wheezing, as the foot that had kicked him so hard it knocked the wind out of him lifted itself for another strike. Duo winced; he had had no energy at all due to the fact that he had had no food, water, or really had much sleep for the past couple of days. To make things worse, his moral and confidence had definetely crumbled after no one had come to save him, not to mention sleeping in an uninsulated crappy shithole for so long. It seemed as if the world had forgotten about him completely. Erased all parts of him from the universe. Ex-Duo. Anti-Duo. Gone.
Then these guys had showed up and decided to beat the crap out of him for kicks.
"Like I said, runt, we're gunna do you a favor and cut all that long hair offa you. Whaddya say?" the foot's owner leered at him. Obviously older --maybe 20 or 21-- and stronger (surprisingly), the man had a menacing smile, black hair slicked back making him look vampiric, and numerous scars over his body (or what was visible anyway). He brushed dust off his torn blue shirt and patched up jeans, whipped out a switchblade, and advanced toward the broken Duo, with his three cronies blacking all exits. Duo blinked blood out of his eyes, which was coming from a cut above his left eyebrow. He was beyond cold; his feverish shivers wracked his crumpled body. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for Death. Funny, he thought he had befriended Death. Guess he figured wrong. SO this was how the brave and courageous Duo Maxwell, God of Death, was going to die: by the hands of people he could have killed easily under different circumstances.
How humiliating.
The blade slashed down, aimed at the boy's head, but never made contact. An anguished howl escaped Duo's harrasser's lips, and his face screwed up in agony. He fell to the ground, limp and out cold from a blow to the neck by--
"I'll give you one second to run before I kill you all," the spandex-clad boy stated evenly. To heighten his seriousness, he cocked a gun right at them.
"R-run!" The three remaining men picked up their fallen leader and high-tailed it out of there.
Duo glanced blearily up at his savior, the one who had come for him. 'You're late,' he thought grimly, but only smiled weakly, whispered, "My Hero (or was it Heero?)," and promptly passed out in Heero's waiting arms.
Heero smiled inside. So peaceful when asleep... Seeing Duo shiver painfully, he wrapped the body in his jacket and carried him out into the cool night air. No one would hurt his Duo anymore; he'd make sure of it.
~*~
"Zechs, honey, come look at this."
"Hnn?" Milliardo Peacecraft, accustomed to his past name Zechs Merquise, sauntered over to his beloved Lucrezia Noin.
"It's about Duo," she stated uneasily. "He's in deep shit, from the looks of it."
Zechs read fast, his calculating blue eyes absorbing the information, then whistled. "Whoo. No kidding."
Noin frowned. "It's not fair! The government thanks the people who defended their planet this way? Something's not right."
Zechs nodded, and turned off the computer. "We'll worry about it tomorrow. I'm sure he can take care of himself."
Noin raised an eyebrow quizzically. "And if he isn't okay?"
"Then someone's taking care of him. I'm sure of it. Come on," he yawned, "it's getting late." Taking Noin's hand in his, he led her gently to their bedroom...
~*~
So all the old crowd's getting back together. Just as I planned (of course, i'm writing it --;;) well anyway, thanks for the feeble feedback i got from the people who care about me! I feel better and appreciated now (hmph). R/R!!!!!!!!