The Depths of a Black Haze
by Eternally 1x2
and
Mystical 1x2
Chapter Five: Binge
Disclaimer: We don't own GW, never have and never will. We also don't own the song "Binge". Papa Roach does.
Warnings: Yaoi, OOC, and lots of angst!
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//You better put that down
You better put that down//
Duo squeezed his eyes shut tightly as he felt Heero start to lift the sleeve of his shirt. At any moment, the truth would be exposed. Any minute now, Heero would know all of Duo's secrets, and he wouldn't be able to lie anymore. He'd have to tell Heero the truth.
"Heero…" Duo started to whimper, but was interrupted by a cheerful voice.
"Duo! So glad you could make it!" Quatre exclaimed as he entered the room, Trowa and Wufei following behind him. Duo used this opportunity to pull his arm away from Heero, whose grip had loosened when he saw the three enter the room, and turned to face them.
"Hey, guys. Of course I'd come. How could I miss the biggest event ever for two of my closest friends?" Duo said quietly, forcing a false smile to cross his face. He couldn't expose his pain to the others.
//All I need is a bottle
And I don't need no friends, no
Wallow in my pain
I swallow as I pretend//
Quatre stepped forward, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. "I'm sorry about not calling you before," Quatre apologized.
Duo's smile faltered, but was quickly replaced by a new one. His once beautiful violet eyes wandered to the floor as he refused to make eye contact with any of the other pilots. Duo sighed deeply. "It's okay, Quatre. I'm used to being forgotten," Duo said, not realizing how sorrowful his once jovial voice sounded.
Thankfully, for Duo, this went unnoticed for three of the pilots. However, Heero did not fail to detect just how down Duo sounded. Something was horribly wrong—there was no doubt about it in Heero's mind now. Duo was not his normal self. Something about the beautiful boy that Heero loved had changed. It wasn't just a small change, however. It was drastic. Heero's concern was steadily growing.
//To act like I'm happy
When I drink till no end, no
I'm losing all my friends
I'm losing in the end
And she says//
"Oh, Duo, I'm so glad you arrived when you did!" Quatre exclaimed. "There's a huge party tonight, and I know you would have hated to miss it."
At this, Duo smiled, a real smile for once. This would be the perfect opportunity to drown all of his problems. He knew Quatre would definitely provide some type of alcoholic beverage, maybe even several types. Duo sighed. This was all too perfect.
"Great, Quatre! You know how much I love parties!" Duo replied, trying to force his voice to sound cheerful and enthusiastic.
Apparently, the other pilots bought it. "Great! Heero, why don't you show Duo to his room so he can settle in and get ready for tonight's party?" Quatre suggested, taking Trowa by the arm and leading him out of the room, Wufei following close behind.
Heero smiled, glad that Quatre had asked him to do that. He looked once again at Duo, who was rubbing his arm tenderly, a pained expression apparent in his features. Every now and then, small whimpers would escape the braided boy's lips. He was obviously in a great deal of pain.
"Duo, are you okay?" Heero asked once again, approaching Duo. The empty, hollow look which was now present in Duo's eyes pained Heero. Unconsciously, the Japanese boy reached out a hand and caressed Duo's cheek softly, desperately trying to get him to open up.
//Behave little boy
You better sit back down
Till you hold your ground
It's your turn to learn to fight
You better sit back down
Till you hold your ground//
A look of sheer surprise came over Duo as he felt Heero's gentle touch on his cheek. Old feelings were resurfacing; he wouldn't be able to control his emotions for much longer. But, he had to remain calm. He couldn't let the mask, no matter how poorly positioned, slip. Angrily, Duo shied away from Heero's touch and turned around.
"Heero," Duo growled softly, "how many times do I have to tell you that nothing is wrong? I'm perfectly okay. In fact, I've never been better! So why don't you stop prying into my life and quit acting like you care?"
Heero was hurt. He was Duo's best friend…why wouldn't he tell him anything? And how could he feel like Heero didn't care? Heero could sense Duo's pain. The boy was crying out for help, but couldn't see it. Heero wanted to help his secret love with all of his heart. But how could he help if he didn't know what was wrong?
//When I'm sober life bores me
So I get drunk again, yeah
I'm losing all my friends
I'm losing in the end
She says//
"Duo, please," Heero pleaded, a look of desperation growing in his cobalt eyes.
Duo sighed. "I'm sure I'll be able to find my room without any problem. Thanks anyway, Heero. I'll be down for tonight's party, but I think I'll get some rest now," Duo said, making his way towards the stairs and ascending them at a rather slow pace.
Heero kept his gaze on Duo as the braided boy climbed the stairs and turned the corner, disappearing from sight. He frowned. Why did he have such a bad feeling about the party tonight?
After what seemed like an eternity, Duo finally made it to his bedroom. He locked the door behind him and looked around the room. It was very comfortable, and the bed looked so soft. Duo yawned; he was exhausted. He hadn't had a good night's rest in so long…he just wanted to lie down…and sleep…
As Duo walked towards the bed, he felt his eyelids close heavily, and before Duo knew it, he was sound asleep on the floor long before he had reached the bed.
//Behave little boy
You better sit back down
Till you hold your ground
It's your turn to learn to fight
You better sit back down
Till you hold your ground
YEAH!//
Several hours passed, and it was soon time for the party to begin. Heero paced around the dining room, the bad feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. He looked at the clock. Where was Duo? Now that Heero thought about it, he hadn't seen or heard from Duo since he went to his bedroom about five hours ago. Deciding he'd better tell Duo the party was about to start, Heero ventured off to Duo's room.
Upon arriving at Duo's door, Heero knocked gently. Hearing no answer, Heero turned the knob, finding it locked. Sighing, the Japanese boy knocked again, this time shouting Duo's name. "Duo? Are you in there?" Heero called, knocking a little louder.
Duo groggily opened his eyes as he heard his name. "Huh? What?" the American asked sleepily, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He squinted as he read the clock. It was 8 p.m. Fuck, Duo thought, how long have I been out?
"Duo?" Heero called again, practically banging on the door this time. "Are you in there?"
Duo held his head as Heero yelled. "Yeah, Heero," he replied, "I'm in here."
"Well, what are you waiting for? Quatre's party is about to start," Heero informed him, then walked away.
Duo smiled as he got to his feet and headed for the door. Soon, his problems would be washed away and forgotten…at least for a little while, anyway.
//You better sit back down
You better put that down
Put the bottle down
I am on a binge//
A few minutes later, Duo arrived in the living room, where the others were already gathered, his mask unsteadily in place. With a fake smile plastered on his face, Duo yelled, "Yes! Party time!" He hoped the others would buy the act he was pulling. It seemed that way, for nobody said a word.
As the night wore on, Duo consumed more and more alcohol. He was quicky growing drunk. About three hours into the party, Duo could not even walk in a straight line.
//Behave little boy
You better sit back down
Till you hold your ground
It's your turn to learn to fight
You better sit back down
Till you hold your ground
YEAH!//
Heero had been watching Duo's antics from the balcony window. Duo just would not stop drinking. He was already very drunk, and yet continued to consume more alcohol. Heero was becoming worried. He had to put a stop to this before Duo gave himself alcohol poisoning.
//I am on a binge
I wish things would change
Wish they'd rearrange
I'm on a binge
I wish things would change
Wish they'd rearrange
I am on a binge
I'm on a binge
Yeah yeah//
Heero made his way over to the couch where Duo was sprawled, reaching for another beer. Angrily, Heero raced over and slapped Duo's hand, sending the beer crashing to the floor. "No, Duo, you've had more than enough!" Heero reprimanded.
"Why'd you go and do that for?" Duo slurred, his words barely audible. Then, Heero watched in horror as Duo hunched over and vomited several times. When he was through, he looked up at Heero and said, "I don't feel so good." His eyes then rolled into the back of his head, and he passed out.
Heero caught Duo in his arms before he hit the floor, gasping as he realized that it took no effort whatsoever. Duo was incredibly light, and this scared Heero.
Deeply concerned for Duo's health, Heero brought Duo up to his room and put him to bed, planning to question Duo when he woke up the next morning.
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