Love and Lust - Part 8
By Kirakira

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//I am standing in the middle of a dark void. There's no one around...no sounds, no smells; or maybe my own senses are betraying me. I can walk for hours and still not get anywhere. I've had this dream before and every time it all feels so real. And I do the same thing over and over again...and I get the same responses. I always continued walking, walking the same direction I'm walking now. Then, after what feels like days, maybe years, I come to a clearing and there I see what I long to hold; what I long have and claim...but every time I reach out for it, it disappears...just like it does when I'm awake.

However this time, I won't walk. I won't fall for this nightmare's trick. I'll stand firm in my place and let the clearing come to me. I don't say a word, I don't even breathe. I feel as if my whole body is clenched up tightly, and I feel uneasy; thankfully to my surprise, the clearing comes to me and I see what I long to hold...what I long to have...and to claim: Heero.

He lies there, basking in the sun, wearing only a black tanktop and dark blue jeans shorts. He has shades on so I can't tell whether he's asleep or awake, but God I pray that he's asleep. Just staring at me makes my heart sore; never had I seen anyone so beautiful Slowly I walk to him, trying my best to not make a sound; I want to see his peaceful face so badly. When I was close enough, I next to him, gently taking his hand in mine.

I brought his hand up to, lightly brushing it against my cheek; it felt so soft, like it was fragile and if I had just squeezed it, even just a little bit, there would be bruises. There was no way I wanted to bruise him. I wouldn't hurt anywhere. I kissed his soft hand lightly before placing it back so I could look at his face. He seemed so peaceful, like he had nothing on his mind; no rules, no responsibilities. He was just being good ole' Heero Yuy, the person everyone knew and loved.

Sometimes, however I hated him. I hated how his hair felt like silk; I hated the way his eyes could make anyone melt like butter...if he wanted them to; I hated his soft lips, just begging to be kissed. I know I'm obsessed-I won't deny that. I've loved Heero ever since I first laid my eyes on him. God he was gorgeous. Leaning down, I planted a kiss on his forehead, savoring the feel of his skin against my lips-so smooth.

As I arose, my eyes locked with his; I guess during that time he had woken up. I knew he knew exactly what happened and what I was doing. Hell I bet he was just pretending to sleep. He's good at that...for some reason.

As he slowly sits up, I remain silent. I knew Heero had a tendency to snap at someone when they do something he doesn't appreciate. But what can I say? I couldn't help it.

"This is the 40th time you've been here..." he said, showing no signs of expression.

"45th actually..." I corrected him. Usually that pisses him off royally, but Heero just chuckled, taking off his shades. Those eyes-how can somehow have such a beautiful shade of blue in their eyes?

"So is it the same story? You worship me, adore me...can't live without me?"

"Something like that." I stood up. "I'll be damned if I let that bastard hurt you again."

"Bastard? Oh you mean Duo..." Heero stood up as well, dusting himself off. "Is that who you're referring to?"

I nodded. "I won't let him touch you."

"Oh really?" Heero laughed at that. "And how are you gonna stop him? It's not like you watch around the clock."

"Trust me...I'll know when he's touched you and when he does I'll-" Heero cut me off, pressing a finger to my lips.

"You won't do a damn thing...trust me. And even if you did..." Heero took a step back. "Whoever said I'd thank you..." With that he turned and walked away. I desperately tried to grab for him, but the dark void engulfed me once again, and I lost sight of the Japanese youth.//

Zechs woke up, tightly clutching the bed sheets around him. Outside, raining poured down hard as lightning streaked the sky and thunder roared. Sitting up, he held his head, panting softly.

"Hmph...my obsession..." Leaning over, he opened the drawer of his nightstand, taking out a picture of Heero and his two daughters. "God we make a happy family...don't you think so Heero? I do..."
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Akari and Akira were up at 6:30 the next morning to get ready for school. In about 30 minutes they came bouncing down the stairs, both wearing their uniforms-black and white sailor suit. Immediately, Akari turned on the TV for Card Captor Sakura. Akira never understood what was so special about the show, but didn't bother to dwell on it and went into the kitchen where dad and that guy were. Heero sitting in front of the guy watching him attentively. The guy had face of disgust on his face as he stared at the glass before him. Akira could've gagged-the substance inside was icky light brownish in color and she knew for a fact that it probably didn't smell all that great.

"Hey, you're the one that chose to get a hangover, gotta suffer the consequences," Heero said, oblivious to Akira's presence. Duo looked up at him.

"You had a hangover too!"

"Yeah and I finished mine a hour ago!"

"Damn..." Duo picked up the glass. "This stuff is disgusting. Heero chuckled.

"If you hold your breath and gulp it down, you won't taste a thing."

"You sure?"

"Course I'm sure."

"Ok..." Pinching his nose, Duo tossed down the drink before slamming the glass on the table. Heero was trying to suppress his laughter during that, but afterward couldn't hold back, seeing that Duo looked like he was going to throw up. "You said I wouldn't taste a thing!" Duo exclaimed, grabbing another glass to put water in.

"Oops...sorry.."

"Sorry my butt..." Duo drank down the water and finally noticed the little girl standing at the kitchen entrance. "Oh...hello."

"Hmm?" Heero turned to see Akira. "Oh hi munchkin."

"Hi Daddy," Akira replied, walking over to him. "Akari's watching Sakura again."

"Oh..." Heero looked at Duo. "Honey, this is my friend Duo."

"Hi..." Duo said, waving slightly. Akira's eyes widened.

"Duo? As in...Duo Maxwell?"

"Yes...you've heard of me?" Duo looked from her to Heero and back.

"Be right back!" She ran out the kitchen and into the living room, crashing into Akari.

"Hey!" Akari glared at her sister. "What was that for!"

"His name's Duo! Duo Maxwell!" Akira replied, panting a little. Akari's eyes widened.

"He's Duo Maxwell?"

"Yeah! I told you I saw him before! His name AND picture are on the list for Class S!"

"And he's cute too!" Akari giggled. Akira, on the other hand, placed his hands on her hips.

"Well you're too young! However..." She leaned so that she could see her dad and Duo. "He's just the perfect age for daddy."

"Hey...what are you planning?" Akari asked, leaning as well.

"We don't want Zechs around anymore right? So we'll use this guy as a shield..."

"Meaning?"

The girls looked at eachother. "We're gonna play matchmaker."

TBC
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I know it's short...and it probably sucks. I'll make Part 9 longer ok. Sorry I haven't been keeping as much track as I used to. School's almost ending so I'm kinda getting ready for finals. Please bear with me and review!!