Hey, y'all came back for the last helping for "Speak" ... as I said before,
I will be telling the idea for the next fic at the end of this one in my
hopeless. er. hopes to keep an audience ^_^
NOTE: I will be gone on a camping excursion until Sat. of next week, so
this will probably be the last posting until then (don't want to give you
the first chappie of a new one and keep you hangin for a week!) anyways,
on to ma reviews!
Vic(): yes, well if you don't mind the happy stuff, then this chap's going to be great for you. Usually my fics aren't this sappy, but I'm in a sappy kinda mood this week, so I decided to make it that way!
Cob: You surprised me for a moment there, 'cuz Cob and Bob are two characters my friends and I made up. They are two evil Russian cotton balls set out to take over the world with 9 accomplices (used to be ten but we had to kill one 'cuz he wanted to leave and he knew too much) Well, this is going to be sap overdrive, 'k? set out to be a fuzzy end to a really dark story, but oh well I don't really care
Nymph Demon: Yeah, I'm still writing this one (obviously) the Iraq thing I just threw in there 'cuz I have this George Bush calendar set up on my desk with a dumb quote from him every day like "I stand by all the misstatements I've made" and other such articulate things. Wufei I don't really like (sorry wu-man) but I just added him in 'cuz others wanted him in and it woulda been weird to leave him out.
EvilGoddess: Yeah that is supposed to be the "hooking line" in my mind anyways. OMG Duo's not talking! Now we HAFTA read this!! Heh... probably not that intense thou. My fics tend to run a little on the weird side due to my ever changing moods and my very loose plot that develops as I write it.
FuJifox: thanx for your numerous reviews made me feel luved.. ::sniffs pathetically:: lol april fool's (it was when I wrote this, neways.) As to saved : obviously the proposal meant nothing, but it was for that fat guy's thingy, so if he had answered "no" maybe none of that woulda happened,hmm?? Makes you wonder. And is "Ill be back to bug ya soon" the way you end ALL of your reviews? Glad you got so emotional over duo getting shot, 'cuz I have sum more fics like that that sumday I'll write but not now 'cuz they are very unoriginal.
GoldenRat: yeah good job u identified my problem with that chapter. All that hype about the final confrontation and bam! It's there and BAM we won and Bam! We're gone. Uhh. to be honest the reason why it wuz nataku was spur of the moment I forgot her real name ::stupid stupid authouress I know:: ^_^" plain and simple as that.
Collective2220: Well, unfortunetly, Heero in a tutu has not yet been written by moi, but Duo with a monkey has, and sumthing like Wufei with a banjo has be written too. Those should be out in late may-early june they were lotsa pointless fics jammed together at the beginning of my career, so they are mostly crap, but fun things anyways.
Emily Hato: Bop Duo? O.o tell me where you got that from and maybe I'll answer that, eh? Last chapter of this one I think, about 90 percent sap, but it'll make you warm and fuzzy before my week-long departure. Then a new Kawazy adventure with Du-kun!
Kanberry: thx for the praise, I guess. Actually, there used to be a very BIG plothole in this fic, so I went to the trouble of fixing it (Heero wasn't in the scene where the mother gets killed, so everybody's like What the Hell? Why is Duo going to kill this guy 'cuz he looked at guns?) but neways, plot and storylines are made up as I write them, so that's why styles will change very abruptly and randomly, like the sap that's coming this chapter.
Lone Wolf: yes it is an "Aww." moment isn't it? By worse one, did you mean chapters, stories, or episodes of Monty Python's Flying Circus? 'cuz if you meant the last one, I'd disagree with u, 'cuz man wut happened to monty python? Oh well, you prob. Didn't get that, did ya?
Okay, plz make that everybody. Is that everyone???? ::looks around expectantly:: good I hope. Chapter 9, the last, final and honestly gooey chapter
WARNING WARNING DANGER WILL ROBINSON DANGER! : THERE WILL BE YAOI (THAT MEANS GAY SEX FOR YOU JAPANESE ILLITERATES OUT THERE) IN THIS CHAPTER OKAY? NO TELLING ME THAT I DIDN'T WARN U, CUZ THIS IS ABOUT AS MUCH WARNING AS I CAN GIVE! OKAY OKAY OKAY??? 1X2 thank you Also a lot of sap.
Chapter 9 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The corridors were strange to me, like I hadn't walked down them before. Well, I guess I hadn't walked down them this way before. I was different now, I knew. The shell was starting to crack, and it was all because of Him. This boy, who I'd only really known for about what, 4 days or something? He had changed me all around, turned me inside out, and right now, I felt he could read everything about me from my eyes, like you would read a favourite book.
It scared me half to death.
It relaxed a little once all 5 of us got to Art Class. Since the rest of the class avoided our table, the "silent creepy guys" table, we had enough seats for Solo and Nataku, who I later found out to be really named "Meiran" to sit there with us. The Art teacher stood in front of the class, not bothering with the role call because "The mind and body draw you to this room, and if you are not here, it is because you are on a journey of your own and should not be penalized for it." The boys hardly were even concentrating on the teacher though, because of the addition of a boy about 3 years younger then them, and a girl. A GIRL. You could practically see the drool coming down their faces at the sight of the pretty young Meiran, but Wufei shielded her from the onslaught of gazes. I looked down at my blank piece of paper that the teacher had saved from last lesson, smirking at the "10447" still labeled neatly at the top of it. Thinking for a moment, I decided I would draw something, but I'd need a bigger sheet then this. Much bigger.
Finding the stack of plain paper, I methodically taped one piece to another piece to another piece, until the final product was about 5 feet wide and 12 feet long. Everybody was staring at me, as was the teacher, so I decided to go outside. Solo went outside too, faithful to me, and just a bit curious I think. Going back inside, I picked out oil paints, wishing for a nice canvas, but not finding any. Solo was jumping up and down, rapidly spilling out "What is it? What'cha gonna draw???" In response, I started at the very top, drawing a lovely mother holding a little baby and a curious child. Then I drew fast, choppy lines, and the picture started to come to life under my eyes. Solo stopped bouncing and gazed in wonder as the sketches flowed out of my pencil as water flows out of a river.
By the end of the period, the whole sheet was drawn and painted, glistening with both bright and dark paints, ranging from the lightest yellow to the deepest purple. The whole class came out a few minutes before the bell, to tell me to clean up and to find out what I had been doing the whole time. A gasp of shock rolled through the masses as the first group, then the next saw what I had done.
From the mother, the red slashes tore the two children apart. The baby was taken away by looming blueish- black arms with deep red faces and bright orange eyes, while the child was surrounded by wisps of grey, blue and purple winds, a lost look in his wide violet eyes. The mother was lost little by little in the picture, until turning into just a pair of upturned eyes, which eventually disintegrated into the greyness of a section of the paper. I showed the baby, growing across the top of the page, always with a resilience and a life, while at the bottom of the page crawled a beaten me, growing as well, but losing the life in me, starting in my feet and going up to my now dead, downcast eyes. Shadows of enemies, hardships, and the feeling of a great wall occupied the center, books being thrown away, taunting fingers pointing at both of the boys, tears from the little boy and blood from the older one. Then, a point of the brightest yellow peaked out, starting as the evil-looking eye of a black cobra, but eventually choking the reptile and engulfing it in its light, to take the two children and unite them once again, while the faintest shadow of the woman from the beginning looked on with a smile that matched the one on the blond boy's face. At the bottom, in red sketchy letters, I wrote "Duo Maxwell" and the title "Life"
A ripple of excitement came over the boys as they read the name, while Heero, Wufei, Meiran and Solo all looked on, all grim at my mural. The art teacher was beside herself, almost to the stage of tears, gazing at my representation of my life. "Class dismissed" she muttered out between tightly closed lips trying to fight the emotions welling underneath her. I nodded, put my pencil and the oils away, then walked off to get my books for the next lesson from my dorm.
Walking through the door, I noticed that Heero was sitting on the bed, watching me. After a few spare moments, I picked up my Japanese book and was about to leave when the bronzed hand reached out and held it closed. "Turn around for a moment, Duo. I have something I drew for you." He held out a rolled up paper, and I swore for a moment he looked embarrassed to give it to me, it was the strangest thing. Unrolling it slowly, I gasped audibly into the small room.
It was me, but not the me I always thought of. This me wasn't depressed, dead or beaten in any way. He was full of life, a small smile quirked his lips as he stared out at me. He could've been a whole other person if it wasn't for the large eyes and long hair cascading down his straight, proud back. I must have looked confused, because the next thing I knew was that Heero was wrapping his arm around me and whispering into my ear "you see, you don't always have to hide. You do look like that to me, and I know there's so much more to you then you show, so why can't you just. let it out once in a while?" I looked back from the drawing up into his eyes and then back to the drawing. Was this some kind of cruel joke? Looking into his eyes again, I saw it couldn't be. The Prussian depths held nothing but care, nothing but concern, and a small smile quirked his face, as if amused by my antics. Softly, so softly I couldn't feel at first, the edges of my mouth slowly turned up, and I heard myself say clearly "It's beautiful." He leaned closer to me, saying again "Of course it is, it's you, isn't it?" Taking my bewildered expression, he explained a little further before saying "How could anything be ugly if it was you?"
I felt a warmth rise in my chest, a warmth I had not felt before. It was similar to the way my body felt fuzzy after my mother told me she loved me, but somehow different. The want was more, and the warmth spread to parts of my body that my mother had not touched. So lost was I in these new emotions, I hardly felt the soft lips touch my cheek. It was then I realized that he was kissing tears. my tears. Big boys don't cry, I thought to myself, then, looking back, I half laughed as I thought, well now we know where the repression comes from. Sensing my laughter, Heero pulled away, concern now tinged with a slightly hurt expression. Wish I could be so open, I thought, but he looked so sad, so distraught, so shot down. Stepping back, he said in a calm voice, or at least a voice pretending to be calm, "I'm sorry, I should have- I mean I shouldn't have thought that-" I didn't even know what I was doing, but like a magnet attracting metal, my lips were pulled to his, so shyly that I couldn't feel them when they touched him, but my mind knew what was going on, and my body exploded. Strong muscles pulled me in tighter, welcoming me into this whole new world to which I was a stranger.
The kiss went deeper, all of our pent-up emotions flooding out as I realized what that tug at my heart meant: that was a strange word called "love". The leader of our group told us it was a strange tug at your heart, that you would know it when you felt it, but I hadn't until now. I smiled, fully and out for the world to see, and the brown-haired wonder in front of me smiled back, muttering into my ear "See how beautiful you can be?" Still I couldn't believe it, but I smiled more and whispered back "Not as beautiful as you."
He rolled his eyes, grumbling "I thought you could do better then that, Mr. I. M Cheesy." I bit back a laugh, he looked so cute when he was mock angry. All my troubles were melting away, and I just couldn't help but feel happy. It was like this aura he had about him, one that always seemed to project hope, at least now that I could see some hope on the horizon. He reached out and flicked my nose gently "See, it's okay to be happy, even when everything is sad. I learned that. Do you think I was dead every day after my dad murdered my mum?" I shook my head. He held up my head to look at my eyes. "so why should you, hmm?" I could see no reason to argue, I had no mind to think with anyways.
He looked deep into my eyes, drawing our heads closer and closer. I accepted it, wanted it. Pulling him closer, I felt subconsciously my tongue flick out, asking for admission. His mouth opened slightly, revealing a tongue ready for my assault. Eventually the bigger tongue won, bombarding my cavern instead. I felt the muscle stroke the top of my mouth, and inwardly I shuddered at the tickling sensation. I didn't know what I was doing, but my body sure seemed to. I pulled closer, wanting to feel his chest against mine. The feeling was inexplicable. I was doing things that I'd never done before, I was feeling happier then I had in a long time, and yet.. I wanted more.
Heero slowly backed me up to the bed, while my hands roved up down his back, feeling the muscles that came of long years of military training. I moaned deep into his mouth as he stroked a particularly sensitive spot, and, taking the cue, Heero licked that spot again and again. I was going crazy already, and I knew that this was not going to help. I was lying on the bed, underneath the Japanese man who was actually blushing slightly, though at the moment I couldn't see that because all I could see were his eyes and his mouth. Taking his lips off of mine, he tenderly kissed his way down my throat, then up to my ear, where he nibbled lightly on the lobe. "Why don't I help you.. Get happier?" He growled, the huskiness apparent in his voice. It was all I could do not to turn away. I wasn't worth all this, and I wasn't worthy of him. But then, why would he do this if he didn't think I wasn't good enough? I decided to hand over my life and emotions to this man who I hardly knew, just because of the deep connection that I felt for him. I felt him reach down for the tie around my neck, fumbling to undo the knot, while I unbuttoned his shirt, already devoid of the tie. I gasped aloud at the sensual touches he was giving me. This was rewarding, showing my emotions, and it felt like a big weight was being lifted off my back and supported by his. I also felt the slither of material as my tie was stripped off and as Heero helped me shrug off the offending shirt he was wearing, tossing it to the floor beneath while I took it all in. Unlike my creamy skin from years of being inside an orphanage, his skin was golden bronze and stayed that way over his entire chest. Noticing where my eyes were instinctively drawn, he stood up straight, to give my eyes the full span of his wide chest and tight abs. Cautiously, I placed one hand on the skin, feeling the flutter of a heartbeat speeding up dangerously. The next second I found my shirt lying next to its twin as Heero lost his control and jumped on top of me, stripping my chest bare to the winds. My pebbled nubs were exposed to the cold, but soon were quite warm as Heero's dextrious tongue moved lower, latching onto the small nipple. I gasped aloud, pushing my hands through his hair and kneading it as he continued his menstruations, massaging the twin with a calloused but strangely soft hand. My hands knew what to do and started pushing him lower. Taking my hint and not in a teasing mood, he delved down to my creamy skinned abdomen, leaving a wet trail behind him as his mouth slithered like a snake over my taught skin. Flutters of nervousness and excitement flooded through me as he got closer, stopping to delve his tongue into my bellybutton slowly, as I twitched with agitation beneath him. Smiling craftily, he reached down to my zipper, looking up into my eyes for permission. Like I was going to stop him now.
The next second, a completely naked Heero was leaning over an equally- clothed me, going past my navel and closer to my area. Something was going on there, too. My cock was swollen and upright, waiting for something, but what? Movement, heat, tightness, the words came out of my inner mind, full of the instincts of an animal that had a need for release. I wanted that movement, that heat. Looking up at Heero, I saw his mouth. It was awfully close to the part I wanted to have heat. I saw his tongue reach out, and automatically my manhood strained. I bucked slightly, wanting that friction so badly, while he just stood there, driving me crazy by staying a centimetre above my waiting self. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, he moved lower and lower, the tip of his tongue just barely flicking out to touch my erection that was waiting. I groaned in frustration as my spine flared up at the touch, yet having no more heat to feel. Closing my eyes tightly, I tried to control the wild emotions within me, but couldn't as my mind went into a mindless grey haze as his mouth enveloped my entire length in one gulp.
I had never known what sheer joy was until then. His hads were caressing my chest as afterthoughts of his tongue, and his mouth was putting me on Cloud Nine. I felt a white coiling in my lower parts of my body and I felt release was near. I wanted it, but yet I didn't want it to end so quickly. Sensing this, Heero stopped suddenly, and his cavern left my still hungry cock, giving it a final lick on the head before looking me in the eye again, saying, "You know, there is another feeling other then pleasure that I want to show you, if you want it.." he drifted off, and it was obvious he was trying to hold something back. I nodded, too happy to worry about other things and dangers, I trusted him completely, even though I'd barely known him a week ago. With a start, I realized that a finger was pushing me.. Really low.
He looked at me with a questioning gaze, but I had full acceptance and welcomed the finger in. Didn't see what this was going to give me though. The second finger came in too, and slowly the two worked like scissors, stretching me to my limits. It felt relaxing, and I welcomed it, but suddenly, he hit a bunch of nerves and my back arched up. Smiling with pleasure, the blue-eyed wonder continued the action, hitting the same spot again and again. The previous menustrations were nothing compared to what was happening now. I almost died of frustration when he took the fingers away, but soon they were replaced with a much bigger thing. Inch by inch, Heero slowly pushed into me, since we had no lube he wanted to be careful, though at that moment I was just concerned about the pleasure/pain flooding through me. Once he was fully inside, he waited a little while for me to get adjusted, then started up a steady rhythm. Angling the shot a bit differently every time, it didn't take very long for him to find my sweet spot. After he saw the rewarding gasp and buck of my torso from the act, he hit the spot again and again, while I started to meet him with shallow pushes. Sensing my frustration for release, he reached one hand down onto my rock-hard cock, squeezing firmly to the off-beats of his faster, harder rhythm. Soon I couldn't stand it any longer, and both Heero and I were sprayed with my seed as my muscles contracted around Heero's cock, pushing him over the edge too. Screaming, Heero let loose his semen deep inside me, then collapsed on top of me after a couple of final, weaker pushes.
After the afterglow had died a bit, I shifted over so Heero could look at me, and I found him smiling at me. He didn't say a word, probably didn't expect me to say anything either, so slowly I whispered "Aishiteru, Heero." Heero kissed my nose lightly. "The feeling's returned, Du-koi." My heart swelled at the pet name, and with a shock I realized that there was no pain to go along with the joy. It was just pure, simple happiness residing within me.
I decided it wasn't so bad.
I wasn't so empty anymore at all. I was no longer Nanashi, no longer a no-face.
I was Duo Maxwell. The complete Duo Maxwell. And as I laid there, a song ran through my head, one that I had known for years, but never understood.
It's been a long road, getting from there to here.
It's been a long time, but my time is fin'lly near.
And I can feel a change in the wind right now,
Nothing's in my way.
And they're not going to hold me down no more,
No they're not going to hold me down.
Chorus:
'Cause I've got faith of the heart,
I'm going where my heart will take me.
I've got faith to believe... I can do anything.
I've got strength of the soul,
And no one's going to bend or break me.
I can reach any star, 'cause I've got faith.
I've got faith.
Faith of the heart.
It's been a long night,
Trying to find my way.
Been through the darkness,
Now I'll fin'lly have my day.
And I will see my dream come alive at last.
I will touch the sky.
And they're not going to hold me down no more,
No they're not going to change my mind.
CHORUS
I've known a wind so cold, I've seen the darkest days.
But now the winds I feel are only winds of change.
I've been to the fire, and I've been to the rain,
But I'll be fine.
CHORUS
Smiling softly, I pushed into Heero's chest before drifting off to my first out of many sleeps full of happy dreams.
The past was behind me, it was time for the beginning.
OWARI
Note: Aishiteru means I love you, for all who may not know.
There, it's over. Was that a better choice of song? I won't have a new fic for a while, but here's the idea. Tell me if I should pitch it or not.
Quatre's killed in an accident, becomes an angel. He misses his trowa, but can only come back to Earth if he can make the two most unlikely characters fall in love with each other...
Read and Review, huh?
Vic(): yes, well if you don't mind the happy stuff, then this chap's going to be great for you. Usually my fics aren't this sappy, but I'm in a sappy kinda mood this week, so I decided to make it that way!
Cob: You surprised me for a moment there, 'cuz Cob and Bob are two characters my friends and I made up. They are two evil Russian cotton balls set out to take over the world with 9 accomplices (used to be ten but we had to kill one 'cuz he wanted to leave and he knew too much) Well, this is going to be sap overdrive, 'k? set out to be a fuzzy end to a really dark story, but oh well I don't really care
Nymph Demon: Yeah, I'm still writing this one (obviously) the Iraq thing I just threw in there 'cuz I have this George Bush calendar set up on my desk with a dumb quote from him every day like "I stand by all the misstatements I've made" and other such articulate things. Wufei I don't really like (sorry wu-man) but I just added him in 'cuz others wanted him in and it woulda been weird to leave him out.
EvilGoddess: Yeah that is supposed to be the "hooking line" in my mind anyways. OMG Duo's not talking! Now we HAFTA read this!! Heh... probably not that intense thou. My fics tend to run a little on the weird side due to my ever changing moods and my very loose plot that develops as I write it.
FuJifox: thanx for your numerous reviews made me feel luved.. ::sniffs pathetically:: lol april fool's (it was when I wrote this, neways.) As to saved : obviously the proposal meant nothing, but it was for that fat guy's thingy, so if he had answered "no" maybe none of that woulda happened,hmm?? Makes you wonder. And is "Ill be back to bug ya soon" the way you end ALL of your reviews? Glad you got so emotional over duo getting shot, 'cuz I have sum more fics like that that sumday I'll write but not now 'cuz they are very unoriginal.
GoldenRat: yeah good job u identified my problem with that chapter. All that hype about the final confrontation and bam! It's there and BAM we won and Bam! We're gone. Uhh. to be honest the reason why it wuz nataku was spur of the moment I forgot her real name ::stupid stupid authouress I know:: ^_^" plain and simple as that.
Collective2220: Well, unfortunetly, Heero in a tutu has not yet been written by moi, but Duo with a monkey has, and sumthing like Wufei with a banjo has be written too. Those should be out in late may-early june they were lotsa pointless fics jammed together at the beginning of my career, so they are mostly crap, but fun things anyways.
Emily Hato: Bop Duo? O.o tell me where you got that from and maybe I'll answer that, eh? Last chapter of this one I think, about 90 percent sap, but it'll make you warm and fuzzy before my week-long departure. Then a new Kawazy adventure with Du-kun!
Kanberry: thx for the praise, I guess. Actually, there used to be a very BIG plothole in this fic, so I went to the trouble of fixing it (Heero wasn't in the scene where the mother gets killed, so everybody's like What the Hell? Why is Duo going to kill this guy 'cuz he looked at guns?) but neways, plot and storylines are made up as I write them, so that's why styles will change very abruptly and randomly, like the sap that's coming this chapter.
Lone Wolf: yes it is an "Aww." moment isn't it? By worse one, did you mean chapters, stories, or episodes of Monty Python's Flying Circus? 'cuz if you meant the last one, I'd disagree with u, 'cuz man wut happened to monty python? Oh well, you prob. Didn't get that, did ya?
Okay, plz make that everybody. Is that everyone???? ::looks around expectantly:: good I hope. Chapter 9, the last, final and honestly gooey chapter
WARNING WARNING DANGER WILL ROBINSON DANGER! : THERE WILL BE YAOI (THAT MEANS GAY SEX FOR YOU JAPANESE ILLITERATES OUT THERE) IN THIS CHAPTER OKAY? NO TELLING ME THAT I DIDN'T WARN U, CUZ THIS IS ABOUT AS MUCH WARNING AS I CAN GIVE! OKAY OKAY OKAY??? 1X2 thank you Also a lot of sap.
Chapter 9 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The corridors were strange to me, like I hadn't walked down them before. Well, I guess I hadn't walked down them this way before. I was different now, I knew. The shell was starting to crack, and it was all because of Him. This boy, who I'd only really known for about what, 4 days or something? He had changed me all around, turned me inside out, and right now, I felt he could read everything about me from my eyes, like you would read a favourite book.
It scared me half to death.
It relaxed a little once all 5 of us got to Art Class. Since the rest of the class avoided our table, the "silent creepy guys" table, we had enough seats for Solo and Nataku, who I later found out to be really named "Meiran" to sit there with us. The Art teacher stood in front of the class, not bothering with the role call because "The mind and body draw you to this room, and if you are not here, it is because you are on a journey of your own and should not be penalized for it." The boys hardly were even concentrating on the teacher though, because of the addition of a boy about 3 years younger then them, and a girl. A GIRL. You could practically see the drool coming down their faces at the sight of the pretty young Meiran, but Wufei shielded her from the onslaught of gazes. I looked down at my blank piece of paper that the teacher had saved from last lesson, smirking at the "10447" still labeled neatly at the top of it. Thinking for a moment, I decided I would draw something, but I'd need a bigger sheet then this. Much bigger.
Finding the stack of plain paper, I methodically taped one piece to another piece to another piece, until the final product was about 5 feet wide and 12 feet long. Everybody was staring at me, as was the teacher, so I decided to go outside. Solo went outside too, faithful to me, and just a bit curious I think. Going back inside, I picked out oil paints, wishing for a nice canvas, but not finding any. Solo was jumping up and down, rapidly spilling out "What is it? What'cha gonna draw???" In response, I started at the very top, drawing a lovely mother holding a little baby and a curious child. Then I drew fast, choppy lines, and the picture started to come to life under my eyes. Solo stopped bouncing and gazed in wonder as the sketches flowed out of my pencil as water flows out of a river.
By the end of the period, the whole sheet was drawn and painted, glistening with both bright and dark paints, ranging from the lightest yellow to the deepest purple. The whole class came out a few minutes before the bell, to tell me to clean up and to find out what I had been doing the whole time. A gasp of shock rolled through the masses as the first group, then the next saw what I had done.
From the mother, the red slashes tore the two children apart. The baby was taken away by looming blueish- black arms with deep red faces and bright orange eyes, while the child was surrounded by wisps of grey, blue and purple winds, a lost look in his wide violet eyes. The mother was lost little by little in the picture, until turning into just a pair of upturned eyes, which eventually disintegrated into the greyness of a section of the paper. I showed the baby, growing across the top of the page, always with a resilience and a life, while at the bottom of the page crawled a beaten me, growing as well, but losing the life in me, starting in my feet and going up to my now dead, downcast eyes. Shadows of enemies, hardships, and the feeling of a great wall occupied the center, books being thrown away, taunting fingers pointing at both of the boys, tears from the little boy and blood from the older one. Then, a point of the brightest yellow peaked out, starting as the evil-looking eye of a black cobra, but eventually choking the reptile and engulfing it in its light, to take the two children and unite them once again, while the faintest shadow of the woman from the beginning looked on with a smile that matched the one on the blond boy's face. At the bottom, in red sketchy letters, I wrote "Duo Maxwell" and the title "Life"
A ripple of excitement came over the boys as they read the name, while Heero, Wufei, Meiran and Solo all looked on, all grim at my mural. The art teacher was beside herself, almost to the stage of tears, gazing at my representation of my life. "Class dismissed" she muttered out between tightly closed lips trying to fight the emotions welling underneath her. I nodded, put my pencil and the oils away, then walked off to get my books for the next lesson from my dorm.
Walking through the door, I noticed that Heero was sitting on the bed, watching me. After a few spare moments, I picked up my Japanese book and was about to leave when the bronzed hand reached out and held it closed. "Turn around for a moment, Duo. I have something I drew for you." He held out a rolled up paper, and I swore for a moment he looked embarrassed to give it to me, it was the strangest thing. Unrolling it slowly, I gasped audibly into the small room.
It was me, but not the me I always thought of. This me wasn't depressed, dead or beaten in any way. He was full of life, a small smile quirked his lips as he stared out at me. He could've been a whole other person if it wasn't for the large eyes and long hair cascading down his straight, proud back. I must have looked confused, because the next thing I knew was that Heero was wrapping his arm around me and whispering into my ear "you see, you don't always have to hide. You do look like that to me, and I know there's so much more to you then you show, so why can't you just. let it out once in a while?" I looked back from the drawing up into his eyes and then back to the drawing. Was this some kind of cruel joke? Looking into his eyes again, I saw it couldn't be. The Prussian depths held nothing but care, nothing but concern, and a small smile quirked his face, as if amused by my antics. Softly, so softly I couldn't feel at first, the edges of my mouth slowly turned up, and I heard myself say clearly "It's beautiful." He leaned closer to me, saying again "Of course it is, it's you, isn't it?" Taking my bewildered expression, he explained a little further before saying "How could anything be ugly if it was you?"
I felt a warmth rise in my chest, a warmth I had not felt before. It was similar to the way my body felt fuzzy after my mother told me she loved me, but somehow different. The want was more, and the warmth spread to parts of my body that my mother had not touched. So lost was I in these new emotions, I hardly felt the soft lips touch my cheek. It was then I realized that he was kissing tears. my tears. Big boys don't cry, I thought to myself, then, looking back, I half laughed as I thought, well now we know where the repression comes from. Sensing my laughter, Heero pulled away, concern now tinged with a slightly hurt expression. Wish I could be so open, I thought, but he looked so sad, so distraught, so shot down. Stepping back, he said in a calm voice, or at least a voice pretending to be calm, "I'm sorry, I should have- I mean I shouldn't have thought that-" I didn't even know what I was doing, but like a magnet attracting metal, my lips were pulled to his, so shyly that I couldn't feel them when they touched him, but my mind knew what was going on, and my body exploded. Strong muscles pulled me in tighter, welcoming me into this whole new world to which I was a stranger.
The kiss went deeper, all of our pent-up emotions flooding out as I realized what that tug at my heart meant: that was a strange word called "love". The leader of our group told us it was a strange tug at your heart, that you would know it when you felt it, but I hadn't until now. I smiled, fully and out for the world to see, and the brown-haired wonder in front of me smiled back, muttering into my ear "See how beautiful you can be?" Still I couldn't believe it, but I smiled more and whispered back "Not as beautiful as you."
He rolled his eyes, grumbling "I thought you could do better then that, Mr. I. M Cheesy." I bit back a laugh, he looked so cute when he was mock angry. All my troubles were melting away, and I just couldn't help but feel happy. It was like this aura he had about him, one that always seemed to project hope, at least now that I could see some hope on the horizon. He reached out and flicked my nose gently "See, it's okay to be happy, even when everything is sad. I learned that. Do you think I was dead every day after my dad murdered my mum?" I shook my head. He held up my head to look at my eyes. "so why should you, hmm?" I could see no reason to argue, I had no mind to think with anyways.
He looked deep into my eyes, drawing our heads closer and closer. I accepted it, wanted it. Pulling him closer, I felt subconsciously my tongue flick out, asking for admission. His mouth opened slightly, revealing a tongue ready for my assault. Eventually the bigger tongue won, bombarding my cavern instead. I felt the muscle stroke the top of my mouth, and inwardly I shuddered at the tickling sensation. I didn't know what I was doing, but my body sure seemed to. I pulled closer, wanting to feel his chest against mine. The feeling was inexplicable. I was doing things that I'd never done before, I was feeling happier then I had in a long time, and yet.. I wanted more.
Heero slowly backed me up to the bed, while my hands roved up down his back, feeling the muscles that came of long years of military training. I moaned deep into his mouth as he stroked a particularly sensitive spot, and, taking the cue, Heero licked that spot again and again. I was going crazy already, and I knew that this was not going to help. I was lying on the bed, underneath the Japanese man who was actually blushing slightly, though at the moment I couldn't see that because all I could see were his eyes and his mouth. Taking his lips off of mine, he tenderly kissed his way down my throat, then up to my ear, where he nibbled lightly on the lobe. "Why don't I help you.. Get happier?" He growled, the huskiness apparent in his voice. It was all I could do not to turn away. I wasn't worth all this, and I wasn't worthy of him. But then, why would he do this if he didn't think I wasn't good enough? I decided to hand over my life and emotions to this man who I hardly knew, just because of the deep connection that I felt for him. I felt him reach down for the tie around my neck, fumbling to undo the knot, while I unbuttoned his shirt, already devoid of the tie. I gasped aloud at the sensual touches he was giving me. This was rewarding, showing my emotions, and it felt like a big weight was being lifted off my back and supported by his. I also felt the slither of material as my tie was stripped off and as Heero helped me shrug off the offending shirt he was wearing, tossing it to the floor beneath while I took it all in. Unlike my creamy skin from years of being inside an orphanage, his skin was golden bronze and stayed that way over his entire chest. Noticing where my eyes were instinctively drawn, he stood up straight, to give my eyes the full span of his wide chest and tight abs. Cautiously, I placed one hand on the skin, feeling the flutter of a heartbeat speeding up dangerously. The next second I found my shirt lying next to its twin as Heero lost his control and jumped on top of me, stripping my chest bare to the winds. My pebbled nubs were exposed to the cold, but soon were quite warm as Heero's dextrious tongue moved lower, latching onto the small nipple. I gasped aloud, pushing my hands through his hair and kneading it as he continued his menstruations, massaging the twin with a calloused but strangely soft hand. My hands knew what to do and started pushing him lower. Taking my hint and not in a teasing mood, he delved down to my creamy skinned abdomen, leaving a wet trail behind him as his mouth slithered like a snake over my taught skin. Flutters of nervousness and excitement flooded through me as he got closer, stopping to delve his tongue into my bellybutton slowly, as I twitched with agitation beneath him. Smiling craftily, he reached down to my zipper, looking up into my eyes for permission. Like I was going to stop him now.
The next second, a completely naked Heero was leaning over an equally- clothed me, going past my navel and closer to my area. Something was going on there, too. My cock was swollen and upright, waiting for something, but what? Movement, heat, tightness, the words came out of my inner mind, full of the instincts of an animal that had a need for release. I wanted that movement, that heat. Looking up at Heero, I saw his mouth. It was awfully close to the part I wanted to have heat. I saw his tongue reach out, and automatically my manhood strained. I bucked slightly, wanting that friction so badly, while he just stood there, driving me crazy by staying a centimetre above my waiting self. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, he moved lower and lower, the tip of his tongue just barely flicking out to touch my erection that was waiting. I groaned in frustration as my spine flared up at the touch, yet having no more heat to feel. Closing my eyes tightly, I tried to control the wild emotions within me, but couldn't as my mind went into a mindless grey haze as his mouth enveloped my entire length in one gulp.
I had never known what sheer joy was until then. His hads were caressing my chest as afterthoughts of his tongue, and his mouth was putting me on Cloud Nine. I felt a white coiling in my lower parts of my body and I felt release was near. I wanted it, but yet I didn't want it to end so quickly. Sensing this, Heero stopped suddenly, and his cavern left my still hungry cock, giving it a final lick on the head before looking me in the eye again, saying, "You know, there is another feeling other then pleasure that I want to show you, if you want it.." he drifted off, and it was obvious he was trying to hold something back. I nodded, too happy to worry about other things and dangers, I trusted him completely, even though I'd barely known him a week ago. With a start, I realized that a finger was pushing me.. Really low.
He looked at me with a questioning gaze, but I had full acceptance and welcomed the finger in. Didn't see what this was going to give me though. The second finger came in too, and slowly the two worked like scissors, stretching me to my limits. It felt relaxing, and I welcomed it, but suddenly, he hit a bunch of nerves and my back arched up. Smiling with pleasure, the blue-eyed wonder continued the action, hitting the same spot again and again. The previous menustrations were nothing compared to what was happening now. I almost died of frustration when he took the fingers away, but soon they were replaced with a much bigger thing. Inch by inch, Heero slowly pushed into me, since we had no lube he wanted to be careful, though at that moment I was just concerned about the pleasure/pain flooding through me. Once he was fully inside, he waited a little while for me to get adjusted, then started up a steady rhythm. Angling the shot a bit differently every time, it didn't take very long for him to find my sweet spot. After he saw the rewarding gasp and buck of my torso from the act, he hit the spot again and again, while I started to meet him with shallow pushes. Sensing my frustration for release, he reached one hand down onto my rock-hard cock, squeezing firmly to the off-beats of his faster, harder rhythm. Soon I couldn't stand it any longer, and both Heero and I were sprayed with my seed as my muscles contracted around Heero's cock, pushing him over the edge too. Screaming, Heero let loose his semen deep inside me, then collapsed on top of me after a couple of final, weaker pushes.
After the afterglow had died a bit, I shifted over so Heero could look at me, and I found him smiling at me. He didn't say a word, probably didn't expect me to say anything either, so slowly I whispered "Aishiteru, Heero." Heero kissed my nose lightly. "The feeling's returned, Du-koi." My heart swelled at the pet name, and with a shock I realized that there was no pain to go along with the joy. It was just pure, simple happiness residing within me.
I decided it wasn't so bad.
I wasn't so empty anymore at all. I was no longer Nanashi, no longer a no-face.
I was Duo Maxwell. The complete Duo Maxwell. And as I laid there, a song ran through my head, one that I had known for years, but never understood.
It's been a long road, getting from there to here.
It's been a long time, but my time is fin'lly near.
And I can feel a change in the wind right now,
Nothing's in my way.
And they're not going to hold me down no more,
No they're not going to hold me down.
Chorus:
'Cause I've got faith of the heart,
I'm going where my heart will take me.
I've got faith to believe... I can do anything.
I've got strength of the soul,
And no one's going to bend or break me.
I can reach any star, 'cause I've got faith.
I've got faith.
Faith of the heart.
It's been a long night,
Trying to find my way.
Been through the darkness,
Now I'll fin'lly have my day.
And I will see my dream come alive at last.
I will touch the sky.
And they're not going to hold me down no more,
No they're not going to change my mind.
CHORUS
I've known a wind so cold, I've seen the darkest days.
But now the winds I feel are only winds of change.
I've been to the fire, and I've been to the rain,
But I'll be fine.
CHORUS
Smiling softly, I pushed into Heero's chest before drifting off to my first out of many sleeps full of happy dreams.
The past was behind me, it was time for the beginning.
OWARI
Note: Aishiteru means I love you, for all who may not know.
There, it's over. Was that a better choice of song? I won't have a new fic for a while, but here's the idea. Tell me if I should pitch it or not.
Quatre's killed in an accident, becomes an angel. He misses his trowa, but can only come back to Earth if he can make the two most unlikely characters fall in love with each other...
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