One particular night Duo sat up waiting for Beatrice to come into his room.
It took her longer this time for her to come. He wondered what was
keeping her. The past few weeks had been the worst they could possibly be.
A shadow slipped into his room as he lay in his thoughts. It was
Beatrice. She locked the door behind her though. Something was up. She
looked different, more relaxed than usual. Her long blonde hair fell
freely over her shoulders and the bright moonlight that shone through the
window accented her blue eyes. She was wearing white silk pajamas that
were just pants and a tank top, sliding off her smooth creamy skin. Duo
sat up as she moved closer to his bed side. She sat next to him, leaving
as little space as possible. He leaned in, after having a short staring
contest, to kiss her. But something held him back.
No...no i cant. Im not clean, i wont hurt you" he put his head down and
stared at the floor. He felt her hand touch his cheek and pull his face to
hers.
"Its allright" she whispered and kissed him. Duo literally melted into
her. She kissed beautifully, completely unlike anyone had ever kissed him
before, better than Heero possibly could. Duo wrapped his arms around her,
pulling her close. His guilty concience came into play, saying that she
was his sister and that it wasnt right and against God. Fuck the God that
i dont believe in. Shes not even my real sister. Ive only known her for
afew months. Shes the most beautiful thing i have ever seen and tasted in
my entire worthless life he said in his head. Duo quickly buried all bad
thoughts and layed his lover down on his bed. He had never really been
with a girl. It was always horny old men just looking for a drive.
Beatrice was better than Heero, the man Duo thought he would love forever.
What an accomplishment. Beatrice placed her hands on Duo's fore arms and
squeezed. The boy let out a yelp and flinched.
"Duo what is it?" Duo rolled up his sleeve and showed several dark bruises
that twisted up his arm.
"Did they do this to you?" he nodded solemly. "Oh im so sorry" she
hugged him close. "This isnt meant to be this way." Duo reassured her by
kissing her passionatly and layed his love down again. "Everything is
allright. We have tonight, thats all that matters" he whispered in her ear
as he slid her silk tanktop straps off her shoulders...
After a particular night of being beaten, Duo couldnt take the mental instability and insecurity that he was feeling. It was both parents tonight. they hit him and beat him until he couldnt stand it anymore. He ran away from them, up to his room and locked the door. He pulled out a razor blade that he had from the past and mutilated his his upper wrist, away from the tempting veins. He needed it more than he ever had. But he was in no hurry to kill himself. He had found the wonder of his life, and he was not about to leave her in such a hell as this place. Duo tried desperately to think up an escape plan but it only resulted in more mutilation. He went up his left arm, watching the veins and cutting the sensative spots that would actually hurt. A pleasurable pain, that he was used to, not the dull hard pain of beating and abuse. the liquid flowing from his arm melted everything and everyone away. He didnt even bother to move. He just bled, bled away all his pain and suffering. Ridding himself of the life he was living for just afew moments. He felt like Duo again, the old killing machine from the past, "Shinigami." He finally realized what he was doing when a bang on the door brought him back to reality. "Duo you open this door right now!" the woman he once called mother shrieked from the other side. Their cruelness had leaked through their false masks of kindness, exposing their true intentions, a whipping boy. someone to take their aggressions out on. He no longer saw the need to be here, but he had no where else to go. The bangs got harder and louder. "Duo your father is going to break down this door!" He laughed mentally. How would a politician be strong enough to break down a door, let alone a door in his fancy, flawless home that so much money went into to make it perfect. hah! i doubt that very much. Duo picked himself up, none the less, and headed to his bathroom to clean himself up. He laughed as the bangs got even harder and he knew they were serious. Duo bandaged up his fresh stinging wounds and climbed out the window. He climbed down the side of the house and walked over to Beatrice's window. He threw some rocks at it until she opened it. "Come on down! its a perfect night for a stroll" he said, flashing his genuine smile. She disappeared from the window and came running around the side of the house. "What on earth are they trying to do? you can hear them throughout the house!" "Oh break down my door. Duo showed her the spots where bruises were starting to form. "Oh my gosh are you allright?!" "Im fine dont worry. It takes more than afew weak hits and slaps from lousy politicians to bring Duo Maxwell down. He laced his fingers within hers and headed to the garage. "Lets get outta here, what do you say?" "Oh but, i dont know how to drive." "No problem." Duo headed over to the black ferrari in the corner of the garage and slid in. Lets go for a ride." Beatrice paused and smile. "Oh what the hell" she said in her American accent. "I thought you were french" Duo asked, pulling out of the garage. "Half American too" she winked at him. "Oh." He speeded down the street, away from the place that was supposed to be called home, but no longer.
After a particular night of being beaten, Duo couldnt take the mental instability and insecurity that he was feeling. It was both parents tonight. they hit him and beat him until he couldnt stand it anymore. He ran away from them, up to his room and locked the door. He pulled out a razor blade that he had from the past and mutilated his his upper wrist, away from the tempting veins. He needed it more than he ever had. But he was in no hurry to kill himself. He had found the wonder of his life, and he was not about to leave her in such a hell as this place. Duo tried desperately to think up an escape plan but it only resulted in more mutilation. He went up his left arm, watching the veins and cutting the sensative spots that would actually hurt. A pleasurable pain, that he was used to, not the dull hard pain of beating and abuse. the liquid flowing from his arm melted everything and everyone away. He didnt even bother to move. He just bled, bled away all his pain and suffering. Ridding himself of the life he was living for just afew moments. He felt like Duo again, the old killing machine from the past, "Shinigami." He finally realized what he was doing when a bang on the door brought him back to reality. "Duo you open this door right now!" the woman he once called mother shrieked from the other side. Their cruelness had leaked through their false masks of kindness, exposing their true intentions, a whipping boy. someone to take their aggressions out on. He no longer saw the need to be here, but he had no where else to go. The bangs got harder and louder. "Duo your father is going to break down this door!" He laughed mentally. How would a politician be strong enough to break down a door, let alone a door in his fancy, flawless home that so much money went into to make it perfect. hah! i doubt that very much. Duo picked himself up, none the less, and headed to his bathroom to clean himself up. He laughed as the bangs got even harder and he knew they were serious. Duo bandaged up his fresh stinging wounds and climbed out the window. He climbed down the side of the house and walked over to Beatrice's window. He threw some rocks at it until she opened it. "Come on down! its a perfect night for a stroll" he said, flashing his genuine smile. She disappeared from the window and came running around the side of the house. "What on earth are they trying to do? you can hear them throughout the house!" "Oh break down my door. Duo showed her the spots where bruises were starting to form. "Oh my gosh are you allright?!" "Im fine dont worry. It takes more than afew weak hits and slaps from lousy politicians to bring Duo Maxwell down. He laced his fingers within hers and headed to the garage. "Lets get outta here, what do you say?" "Oh but, i dont know how to drive." "No problem." Duo headed over to the black ferrari in the corner of the garage and slid in. Lets go for a ride." Beatrice paused and smile. "Oh what the hell" she said in her American accent. "I thought you were french" Duo asked, pulling out of the garage. "Half American too" she winked at him. "Oh." He speeded down the street, away from the place that was supposed to be called home, but no longer.
