WARNINGS - Angst (by the shovel full!), shounen ai (Guyxguy), OOC Heero (Make that OOC everyone!), Heero torture, hints of NCS (Non-consensual sex, rape), abuse of Wufei's name, foul language (*Gasps* Oo, shocking!), bastardised Dr. J, violence (Hmm probably should have included that in the last chapter, ne?), and fluffiness (Don't worry, it doesn't last long! ^_^;;)
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A/N- I'm soooooo sorry for the massive wait for this chapter! I did, however, have good reason to put it on hold seen as all my coursework suddenly piled up on me! Thank you 4 your patience and without further ado heres chapter ten!
"Stupid,
stupid, stupid, stupid," an endless litany of the word was murmured by a small,
fragile looking boy who sat in the foetal position in the corner of his room.
After the intimate moment between two young men had been destroyed by one of
the participants the other had been trapped in shock and hysteria. Unable to
stand his surroundings the remaining boy had hurried back to the small comfort
offered by his own territory and locked himself in his room. "I'm sorry, I'm
sorry, I'm sorry," the mantra changed as shame turned to sorrow. Tears still
tumbled from perfect eyes, which stung and burned as the salt trickled on. His
face screamed with pain as these salty crystals passed over and into shallow
cuts in his skin caused by a brutal beating received only hours before. His
frail body was thin, he had not eaten in days and he shook with a coldness that
came from inside. He didn't know what to do. He had no idea what to do that
could possibly relieve some of the pain that was destroying him. Actually,
scratch that last comment. He did have one idea, one hope, one ray of light in
the darkness. A light called Duo Maxwell. But that light had been extinguished.
Hope crushed. Salvation given and then withdrawn. "It hurts!" He did not know
why he uttered the words aloud, only that something had to get out or he was
going to explode. Or maybe he would cave in, collapse, as if nothing existed
inside him; for nothing did, except the pain.
Heero slowly looked around
through bleary eyes. Any solace he had taken from being in his own room was
destroyed as he took in the blood and destruction left in Dr. J's wake. Heero
was tired. It was not a warm sleepiness that held him in its' sway; it was a
great a terrible bone-weary exhaustion. However he dared not succumb to sleep,
knowing what monsters were waiting for him within his mind. A powerful feeling
of claustrophobia washed over him causing Heero to bolt from his room and run
blindly from the house. Once outside the Japanese boy didn't slow and instead
simply followed his feet, covering a vast amount of ground in a relatively
small amount of time. Eventually the beginnings of a cramp in his side caused
him to slow to a halt.
"Hey /bitch/, get back
here!" An angry male voice ordered harshly. Heero's prussian eyes narrowed as a
scantily clad woman ran past him, five burly looking males were advancing
menacingly. His internal anguish was pushed to the side as curiosity
overwhelmed him. Heero had made his was into a heavily urbanised area, on
either side of the street large warehouses rose from the ground. The sun hung
low in the sky, enabling the dark shadows to creep out into the streets.
Unfortunately for our Heero his panicked run had led him straight into a narrow
cul de sac; a dead end. The woman skidded to a halt as she realised her mistake
and froze in fear as the men blocked the entrance to the alley. Moving with a
grace that had been present for most of his life Heero manoeuvred his lithe
form between the woman and her pursuers. The men halted. They were dressed in
tattered jeans and equally worn t-shirts, ancient leather jacket warded off the
wind and a variety of guns were strapped firmly into various holsters on their
persons. One guy had a small black
pistol out and ready, clutched in his right hand.
"Hey kid!" the guy who was
packing heat, Heero presumed he was the leader, called. "Get outta here! Our
business don't involve ya!"
"I'm staying right here,"
Heero, announced coolly, one hand reaching behind him to get to the holster
nestled at the small of his back. The men laughed at the cocky youth in front
of them, sure that the five of them would have no problem handling the little
boy.
"Fair
enough kid, but I warn ya, we ain't gonna go easy on ya!" The Japanese boy
inclined his head slightly, acknowledging the statement. Heero's hand reached
his holster and nearly cried aloud in dismay as he found it empty. With a grim
smirk the leader withdrew his own gun and trained it expertly on the girl who
cowered at the end of the alleyway. "Stay still and she won't get hurt." He
ordered, sensing correctly that the boy before him would want to spare an
innocent pain. He watched in satisfaction as the boy slowly raised his hands
above his head and gestured to his men. The four strode forward eagerly,
bringing up their rudimentary weapons. Heero Yuy braced himself as the first of
the blows rained down on him.
* *
*
"Stupid!" Duo cursed himself
as he paced the living room causing the only other occupant, Trowa, to raise
his head from a book in curiosity.
"What?" The uni-banged one
questioned. Duo turned to him in surprise, he didn't realise he had spoken out
loud.
"Not you . . .I'm stupid."
The American admitted with a deep sigh as he threw himself down on the sofa
next to Trowa. He ran a nervous hand through his bangs and offered his quiet
friend a small smile.
"Talk." Trowa ordered,
causing Duo's eyes to widen. Serious emerald eyes regarded him coolly, silently
encouraging him to share his burden. Duo suddenly felt spilt in two. Half of
him told him to stay silent, that by revealing the events of the last few days
he was betraying Heero's confidence. The other half argued that he had to tell
/someone/ what had happened between them or guilt would eat him whole. In the
end it was the latter side that won out and words flowed from Duo's mouth
before he even made a conscious decision. Trowa listened silently, allowing Duo
to tell all before passing comment. The braided boy reminded Trowa of his past;
Solo, Helen, Maxwell; he told him about Heero's confession, his reaction and
how he worried for the Wing pilot's well being. Out of breath Duo eventually
finished his tale and waited nervously for his quiet friends reaction. The
uni-banged boy opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by the slamming of
the front door. Duo flew to the window and saw the shadow of Heero's fleeing
form. He turned back to Trowa and gave him a weak smile.
"Now I'm glad I took his
gun!" He spoke softly.
"Why?" Trowa asked succinctly.
"At least I don't have to
worry about him hurting himself!" the American replied jovially, worry knawing
at his insides.
* * *
The fight was brutal and one sided as the Japanese youth remained passive in the face of violence. The leader of the gang approached the melee, his footsteps muffled by the sick sound of blows being hammered down onto fragile flesh. He raised his gun above his head and bought the butt of it down quickly on the back of the kids head, in a blow meant to put him down and keep him there. The boy fell to the ground, face first and lay still. The men dismissed the prone and bloody figure form their minds before turning and advancing on the girl who cowered at the end of the alley, fear radiating from baby blue eyes.
There was one factor that this gang had not taken into consideration. The blow that the leader had struck Heero with was enough to knock out of even kill an ordinary man. All that it had done to the now slightly less than Perfect Soldier was stun him for a brief moment. The soldier silently climbed to his feet and gave chase to the gang with a stealth born out of years of intensive training. He came up behind the man who was closest to him. In a fluid moment Heero snapped the mans neck with one hand while drawing his victims gun with another. Before the others could react to the sickening crack Heero fired a bullet into the body of each member of the gang with deadly accuracy. As the bodies crumpled to the floor Heero dropped the gun and sank to his knees, clutching a hand to his re-opened wound. He stared at the ground breathing heavily for a moment. The sound of a safety being clicked off a gun bought his head up.
The woman he had fought for now had a gun aimed at his jugular. The innocence in her eyes had disappeared beneath an impenetrable shield of cynicism and bitterness that echoed of Duo so much it shook him.
"Thanks for the help, boy," her voice dripped with sarcasm. "But I can take care of myself, as ya can see!" Thick lashes shuttered prussian blue eyes as Heero's eyes drifted shut. "Here's your first an' last lesson, kid, never stick ya neck out fer anyone!"
She squeezed the trigger.
To be Continued . . .
A/N – Don't kill me! Chapter 11 is already in the works so I swear you won't have to wait long for the next part . . .of course reviews are proven to help the creative process . . .^_~