Weeee! Another chapter! Be prepared to be blown away!
Buwahaha...
I was in a very angsty mood the past couple of days while writing this chapter, so be ready to have your minds boggled! Indeed, I think I even surprised myself while writing this. Angst, angst, angst, and more angst! Oh how I love angst...
But yes! To the reviews!
Solus Nox: Yep, Sally's a bit late. And yes, when someone tells me not to do something, that's just an open invitation to do it! *evil grin* Shounen-ai forever! (I am such a hentai)
Hybrid Fairy: Don't worry, I think I scare myself more than any of my reviewers can! (Read one of my other two fics, the 'Sleepless Musings' are nothing but pure insanity) I'm glad you're enjoying this!
Fei and White Rose: WUFEI LOVERS UNITE! Yaay! *ahem* I'm okay...really...But yes, don't worry, there's plenty more angst and conflict in this chapter! All Heero and Duo, or Heero and Wufei! *Quatre and Trowa are impatiently waiting for me to bring them back into the story* And don't worry, my muses are plentiful with ideas, so there's no way in hell I'm ever gonna lose track with this fic! *Hopefully, I didn't just jinx myself* Glad you're liking my little mindless dribble of a story!
( : Smiley-person, I have gotten -much- worse threats than that. *sweatdrop* So I'm used to that sorta thing! And please don't kill Wufei, for I will need him for much gratuitous angst in this story!
Mars: My other coolest reviewer-person!! Yes! Another cliffhanger! Luckily, this chapter's cliffhanger is not nearly so bad! ^^;;; And there's Wufei angst galore! Yup, yup...I think tissues are needed to be handed out...Nah, just kidding. Not that bad yet! And you are gonna be wanting Duo to do a lot more then just kicking Heero in the shins in a moment...*cough* Me, give anything away? Noooo...
Must I really go through the torture of disclaimers and warnings? I KNOW I DON'T OWN GUNDAM WING! Grrr...But I do own the lovely models on top of my dresser! And all the DVDs! And Endless Waltz! Buwhahaha...
Oh yeah, and I bastardize Heero. I didn't mean to, but I was just in an angst-y, vindictive mood when writing this, so he turned out to be an asshole. Gomen nasai Heero! I still love you, I promise!!
But I do give him some Brownie points at the end...Er...Damn it! You didn't hear that!
*sweatdrop*
I'm a perfectly normal human being...
Sure...
Let's just continue with the fic, ne?
***
Wufei's feet had managed to carry him all the way back to the basement apartment and into his bedroom. He didn't know how he had accomplished that feat, but he did, and now he was in the safety of his concrete haven with his door locked to the world outside.
His mind was reeling so much so that the room seemed to be spinning as he finally collapsed onto the hard floor, curling up into a fetal position with his arms wrapped rigidly around himself. He had never lost control like this, never in the entire past two years. He had always been able to hold out until he knew he could go no further, but tonight...What happened? What was so different this time that he just lost it like he did?
Long strands of unfastened ebony hair concealed his agony wrenched features as Wufei struggled to retain a grip on his unbridled senses. His eyes burned as he kept them squeezed shut, warm moisture threatening to stream down his cheeks and show his weakness if he opened them.
Why did this happen? Why tonight?
He had heard Duo's shouts as he bolted from the alleyway to the sidewalk, he had come and probably even had the information Wufei so desperately wanted to know. But he couldn't face him, not like this, looking like the disgusting creature that the slayer was sworn to kill.
What did he ever do to deserve this?
Wufei tightened his wrapped arms about himself as new white-hot knives of pain shot through his body; the salty tears starting to slip out from in between shut eyelids.
He had, for the first time, failed to resist the temptation, instead letting himself be overcome by the repulsive demon just because of what Heero had said to him. He knew by now the right buttons to push, Wufei had to admit to himself that he openly walked right into -that- mistake the moment he went to talk to Heero at the bar. He should have just ignored him, but no, if Heero had seen him with Duo, then it would spark questions...
Questions that he wouldn't be able to give the correct answers to.
***
"Well doesn't this situation keep getting better and better?" Duo said, the dangerously calm tone in his voice unnerving as he narrowed his blazing amethyst glaze on the two in front of him. "It all makes perfect sense now, I don't see why I didn't catch on sooner..."
Sally looked thoroughly petrified as Duo pulled out his gun and aimed it at her and Heero, who remained stoic.
"After our little 'discussion', I should've realized it, ne -Heero-? I was too worried about what was going to happen to W...him, I didn't see the bigger picture. At least not until your -adoring- followers delayed me back there in the park. But since you obviously know the outcome of that part of your plan, I guess there's no use for blondie, now is there?" Duo's placid expression broke into a wicked grin as Sally crumpled to dust without a sound, leaving only the two of them. "So, what -did- you do to Wufei?"
Heero glared darkly at the nearly maniacal slayer. "I told you I didn't do anything."
"Bullshit."
"Don't believe me then. It was all his fault to begin with, I merely gave him a push in the right direction."
"You played with Wufei's pride, like the sick bastard you are," Duo growled. "You can't stand the fact that one of your own kind sees the truth, that you're all nothing but disgusting, cold- hearted murderers."
"Like you aren't," Heero replied icily.
"No, I'm not. Unlike you, I kill to protect people, humanity as whole. Not for some twisted version of entertainment or satisfaction!" he shot back furiously. He didn't see the punch come until he slammed into the brick wall behind him. Duo spat blood from his mouth as he climbed to his feet, gingerly touching the swelling knot forming on his cheek. His gun had clattered off into the darkness surrounding them.
"Keep on bouncing back, slayer. It will only cause you more pain," Heero said with a slight smirk.
"Tch, in your dreams Fang Boy," Duo charged and decked him clean across the side of his face with his fist to even the score, only to be thrown back into the wall again with a cheap shot to the ribcage.
The second get up was slower; he wavered momentarily on his knees, wheezing and coughing, trying to catch his breath. But he wasn't swayed; this was only a small technicality, once he could breathe properly then everything would be good to go.
Duo glowered fiercely at Heero. He just stood there with that stupid arrogant sneer barely turning up his lips, not the least fazed by his blow, which pissed him all the more off. There wasn't even a scratch!
"You're absolutely livid now, aren't you slayer?" Heero asked amusedly, reaching out and holding him by his chin. "You see, if you were to kill me right here and now, then it wouldn't be about your 'protecting humanity' or your 'sworn duty' any more, you would be exactly like me...Out for blood, not moral purpose."
Duo was completely still under his grasp, his expression not betraying any emotion that may have been running through his head at that statement as he kept a steady gaze focused over his shoulder. This only seemed to please Heero more though.
"You want to so bad...I know you do, I can see it in your eyes," he continued, lowering his voice to almost a whisper. "Your gun is just over there, why don't you go get it? I won't run." Heero let go of Duo's chin roughly and stood patiently with his arms folded over his chest as he watched him walk cautiously over and pick up the gun.
Upon returning, Duo looked at Heero and smirked, cocking the trigger lock back as he aimed. "You were true when you said if I killed you now, it would only be for revenge..." he began slowly. "But you forget one thing-" He removed his thumb from the trigger lock and tucked his gun into his holster. "-I am NOT like you. Even when it comes to revenge, I have morals. I won't kill you...But, if there just so happens to be an 'accident', then I won't deny that I'll be content with the fact."
Heero was blown away as Duo grinned and left him alone in the entrance of the alley. Did he just get played in his own mind game? And by a slayer, no less!
No, he should have been enraged and fallen for it, but he didn't! Obviously, he learned from his mistakes the first time through.
'I can't do anything in the meantime, it's too close to dawn,' Heero thought, annoyed, as he checked his watch. With a scowl, he disappeared into the shadows and reemerged outside his apartment building an instant later. Walking downstairs in the basement, he noticed the door to the apartment was ajar and in further inspection, there was a hole in the wall the size of the knob from the door being thrust open hard.
The apartment was quiet however; Heero couldn't hear a single thing as he carefully shut the door behind him.
"Wufei?" He tried the handle on his door. It was locked. "Wufei! Come out here!"
More silence. Then there was a stifled noise from inside.
"Wufei?" Heero called again hesitantly, attempting to figure out what he was doing.
There it was again. It seemed as if he were...
Crying?
It couldn't be. Why would he be doing something as pathetic as that?
But if it really were so, then what was this twinge in his mind? Guilt? Heero had only nudged at something that was already about to burst, so why would -he- be feeling guilty? It was Wufei's fault for trying to be Mr. I'm-Better-Than-You-Are and refuse to acknowledge the reality of his life.
Still, Heero frowned and rapped his knuckles lightly on the Asian vampire's door.
"Are you all right in there?" The words escaped from his mouth before he could stop them. Was he actually sounding like he was concerned?
There was no response.
Irritated, Heero knocked harder. "Come on, unlock the door at least. I know you're in there so don't act like you don't hear me."
As he was about to give up and go into his own room, Wufei's exhausted, hoarse voice filtered through softly.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why does it matter so much to you what I do?"
Heero pursed his lips, disgruntled. Quite frankly, he really didn't know why. Usually he left him to be alone and went on with his own business. "Just- never mind, don't worry about it."
The doorknob clicked and twisted under his hand, making Heero step back.
Wufei mustered up a half-hearted pissed off glare as he opened the door and leaned against the frame tiredly, his arms crossed. He knew he looked like shit (who wouldn't after a night like he had had?), with his hair down in a mess, pale, fatigue-pinched face and more likely than not bloodshot eyes, but he clearly didn't care by then.
"You didn't answer my question," Wufei stated quietly.
"Hn."
"Weren't you the one who said that it was my life? So what if I choose to self-destruct, it's not your problem, now is it?"
Heero snorted. "You didn't have to follow. I had nothing to do with that, you did it all on your own."
"You're right," Wufei cleared his throat roughly, uncrossing his arms and rubbing his face to keep from meeting his narrowed gaze. "I had a moment of weakness, but it won't happen again. Now unless you have something important to say, then I'm going to bed."
He pushed himself from the threshold and shut the door again.
"Baka..." Heero muttered, shaking his head. His earlier indecision had been resolved.
Even though he still couldn't see why a person would put himself through so much torture just to preserve morality at the possible expense of his life. He had to concede to the fact that he must truly be strong inside despite his ridiculous beliefs, or he would have never have had the strength to conquer something that Heero thought was second nature.
***
I was in a very angsty mood the past couple of days while writing this chapter, so be ready to have your minds boggled! Indeed, I think I even surprised myself while writing this. Angst, angst, angst, and more angst! Oh how I love angst...
But yes! To the reviews!
Solus Nox: Yep, Sally's a bit late. And yes, when someone tells me not to do something, that's just an open invitation to do it! *evil grin* Shounen-ai forever! (I am such a hentai)
Hybrid Fairy: Don't worry, I think I scare myself more than any of my reviewers can! (Read one of my other two fics, the 'Sleepless Musings' are nothing but pure insanity) I'm glad you're enjoying this!
Fei and White Rose: WUFEI LOVERS UNITE! Yaay! *ahem* I'm okay...really...But yes, don't worry, there's plenty more angst and conflict in this chapter! All Heero and Duo, or Heero and Wufei! *Quatre and Trowa are impatiently waiting for me to bring them back into the story* And don't worry, my muses are plentiful with ideas, so there's no way in hell I'm ever gonna lose track with this fic! *Hopefully, I didn't just jinx myself* Glad you're liking my little mindless dribble of a story!
( : Smiley-person, I have gotten -much- worse threats than that. *sweatdrop* So I'm used to that sorta thing! And please don't kill Wufei, for I will need him for much gratuitous angst in this story!
Mars: My other coolest reviewer-person!! Yes! Another cliffhanger! Luckily, this chapter's cliffhanger is not nearly so bad! ^^;;; And there's Wufei angst galore! Yup, yup...I think tissues are needed to be handed out...Nah, just kidding. Not that bad yet! And you are gonna be wanting Duo to do a lot more then just kicking Heero in the shins in a moment...*cough* Me, give anything away? Noooo...
Must I really go through the torture of disclaimers and warnings? I KNOW I DON'T OWN GUNDAM WING! Grrr...But I do own the lovely models on top of my dresser! And all the DVDs! And Endless Waltz! Buwhahaha...
Oh yeah, and I bastardize Heero. I didn't mean to, but I was just in an angst-y, vindictive mood when writing this, so he turned out to be an asshole. Gomen nasai Heero! I still love you, I promise!!
But I do give him some Brownie points at the end...Er...Damn it! You didn't hear that!
*sweatdrop*
I'm a perfectly normal human being...
Sure...
Let's just continue with the fic, ne?
***
Wufei's feet had managed to carry him all the way back to the basement apartment and into his bedroom. He didn't know how he had accomplished that feat, but he did, and now he was in the safety of his concrete haven with his door locked to the world outside.
His mind was reeling so much so that the room seemed to be spinning as he finally collapsed onto the hard floor, curling up into a fetal position with his arms wrapped rigidly around himself. He had never lost control like this, never in the entire past two years. He had always been able to hold out until he knew he could go no further, but tonight...What happened? What was so different this time that he just lost it like he did?
Long strands of unfastened ebony hair concealed his agony wrenched features as Wufei struggled to retain a grip on his unbridled senses. His eyes burned as he kept them squeezed shut, warm moisture threatening to stream down his cheeks and show his weakness if he opened them.
Why did this happen? Why tonight?
He had heard Duo's shouts as he bolted from the alleyway to the sidewalk, he had come and probably even had the information Wufei so desperately wanted to know. But he couldn't face him, not like this, looking like the disgusting creature that the slayer was sworn to kill.
What did he ever do to deserve this?
Wufei tightened his wrapped arms about himself as new white-hot knives of pain shot through his body; the salty tears starting to slip out from in between shut eyelids.
He had, for the first time, failed to resist the temptation, instead letting himself be overcome by the repulsive demon just because of what Heero had said to him. He knew by now the right buttons to push, Wufei had to admit to himself that he openly walked right into -that- mistake the moment he went to talk to Heero at the bar. He should have just ignored him, but no, if Heero had seen him with Duo, then it would spark questions...
Questions that he wouldn't be able to give the correct answers to.
***
"Well doesn't this situation keep getting better and better?" Duo said, the dangerously calm tone in his voice unnerving as he narrowed his blazing amethyst glaze on the two in front of him. "It all makes perfect sense now, I don't see why I didn't catch on sooner..."
Sally looked thoroughly petrified as Duo pulled out his gun and aimed it at her and Heero, who remained stoic.
"After our little 'discussion', I should've realized it, ne -Heero-? I was too worried about what was going to happen to W...him, I didn't see the bigger picture. At least not until your -adoring- followers delayed me back there in the park. But since you obviously know the outcome of that part of your plan, I guess there's no use for blondie, now is there?" Duo's placid expression broke into a wicked grin as Sally crumpled to dust without a sound, leaving only the two of them. "So, what -did- you do to Wufei?"
Heero glared darkly at the nearly maniacal slayer. "I told you I didn't do anything."
"Bullshit."
"Don't believe me then. It was all his fault to begin with, I merely gave him a push in the right direction."
"You played with Wufei's pride, like the sick bastard you are," Duo growled. "You can't stand the fact that one of your own kind sees the truth, that you're all nothing but disgusting, cold- hearted murderers."
"Like you aren't," Heero replied icily.
"No, I'm not. Unlike you, I kill to protect people, humanity as whole. Not for some twisted version of entertainment or satisfaction!" he shot back furiously. He didn't see the punch come until he slammed into the brick wall behind him. Duo spat blood from his mouth as he climbed to his feet, gingerly touching the swelling knot forming on his cheek. His gun had clattered off into the darkness surrounding them.
"Keep on bouncing back, slayer. It will only cause you more pain," Heero said with a slight smirk.
"Tch, in your dreams Fang Boy," Duo charged and decked him clean across the side of his face with his fist to even the score, only to be thrown back into the wall again with a cheap shot to the ribcage.
The second get up was slower; he wavered momentarily on his knees, wheezing and coughing, trying to catch his breath. But he wasn't swayed; this was only a small technicality, once he could breathe properly then everything would be good to go.
Duo glowered fiercely at Heero. He just stood there with that stupid arrogant sneer barely turning up his lips, not the least fazed by his blow, which pissed him all the more off. There wasn't even a scratch!
"You're absolutely livid now, aren't you slayer?" Heero asked amusedly, reaching out and holding him by his chin. "You see, if you were to kill me right here and now, then it wouldn't be about your 'protecting humanity' or your 'sworn duty' any more, you would be exactly like me...Out for blood, not moral purpose."
Duo was completely still under his grasp, his expression not betraying any emotion that may have been running through his head at that statement as he kept a steady gaze focused over his shoulder. This only seemed to please Heero more though.
"You want to so bad...I know you do, I can see it in your eyes," he continued, lowering his voice to almost a whisper. "Your gun is just over there, why don't you go get it? I won't run." Heero let go of Duo's chin roughly and stood patiently with his arms folded over his chest as he watched him walk cautiously over and pick up the gun.
Upon returning, Duo looked at Heero and smirked, cocking the trigger lock back as he aimed. "You were true when you said if I killed you now, it would only be for revenge..." he began slowly. "But you forget one thing-" He removed his thumb from the trigger lock and tucked his gun into his holster. "-I am NOT like you. Even when it comes to revenge, I have morals. I won't kill you...But, if there just so happens to be an 'accident', then I won't deny that I'll be content with the fact."
Heero was blown away as Duo grinned and left him alone in the entrance of the alley. Did he just get played in his own mind game? And by a slayer, no less!
No, he should have been enraged and fallen for it, but he didn't! Obviously, he learned from his mistakes the first time through.
'I can't do anything in the meantime, it's too close to dawn,' Heero thought, annoyed, as he checked his watch. With a scowl, he disappeared into the shadows and reemerged outside his apartment building an instant later. Walking downstairs in the basement, he noticed the door to the apartment was ajar and in further inspection, there was a hole in the wall the size of the knob from the door being thrust open hard.
The apartment was quiet however; Heero couldn't hear a single thing as he carefully shut the door behind him.
"Wufei?" He tried the handle on his door. It was locked. "Wufei! Come out here!"
More silence. Then there was a stifled noise from inside.
"Wufei?" Heero called again hesitantly, attempting to figure out what he was doing.
There it was again. It seemed as if he were...
Crying?
It couldn't be. Why would he be doing something as pathetic as that?
But if it really were so, then what was this twinge in his mind? Guilt? Heero had only nudged at something that was already about to burst, so why would -he- be feeling guilty? It was Wufei's fault for trying to be Mr. I'm-Better-Than-You-Are and refuse to acknowledge the reality of his life.
Still, Heero frowned and rapped his knuckles lightly on the Asian vampire's door.
"Are you all right in there?" The words escaped from his mouth before he could stop them. Was he actually sounding like he was concerned?
There was no response.
Irritated, Heero knocked harder. "Come on, unlock the door at least. I know you're in there so don't act like you don't hear me."
As he was about to give up and go into his own room, Wufei's exhausted, hoarse voice filtered through softly.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why does it matter so much to you what I do?"
Heero pursed his lips, disgruntled. Quite frankly, he really didn't know why. Usually he left him to be alone and went on with his own business. "Just- never mind, don't worry about it."
The doorknob clicked and twisted under his hand, making Heero step back.
Wufei mustered up a half-hearted pissed off glare as he opened the door and leaned against the frame tiredly, his arms crossed. He knew he looked like shit (who wouldn't after a night like he had had?), with his hair down in a mess, pale, fatigue-pinched face and more likely than not bloodshot eyes, but he clearly didn't care by then.
"You didn't answer my question," Wufei stated quietly.
"Hn."
"Weren't you the one who said that it was my life? So what if I choose to self-destruct, it's not your problem, now is it?"
Heero snorted. "You didn't have to follow. I had nothing to do with that, you did it all on your own."
"You're right," Wufei cleared his throat roughly, uncrossing his arms and rubbing his face to keep from meeting his narrowed gaze. "I had a moment of weakness, but it won't happen again. Now unless you have something important to say, then I'm going to bed."
He pushed himself from the threshold and shut the door again.
"Baka..." Heero muttered, shaking his head. His earlier indecision had been resolved.
Even though he still couldn't see why a person would put himself through so much torture just to preserve morality at the possible expense of his life. He had to concede to the fact that he must truly be strong inside despite his ridiculous beliefs, or he would have never have had the strength to conquer something that Heero thought was second nature.
***