Woohooo! Another day, another chapter! Heh. And I bring poor
Quatre and Trowa back into the story! Poor guys had been left
out now for a good two or three chapters, so I'm trying to
compensate. ^^;; Speaking of Quatre and Trowa, does anyone know
where I can find some good 3x4 pictures? Either Doushinji or fan
art, it doesn't really matter. Arigatou!
You all are gonna hate me for this chapter. *victory sign* Please keep the death threats to a bare minimum and the author will be most happy. Of course, she'll probably get more of a kick -with- the threats...
Shella: YAAY! You can't be kicked from the computer again! I actually look forward to your long reviews, they make me happy to see somebody enjoying my story so much. ^^ But yes, Heero's been a bit narrow-minded, but he's finally realized the truth. And giving him a good hard fuck would only please him, I think we should stick with the frying pan idea from Mars...lol! And, I've draw pictures of Wuffie-chan with his hair down. *dreamy sigh* And there's doushinjis too, I have a website saved that has pictures of Wufei with his hair down. Of course, most of them are with him and Duo in compromising positions...so...*cough* yeah. I think him and Duo are equally sexy. I'm a sucker for guys with long hair, and they both fit that. ^^ Get ready to see some interesting plot twists involving Heero, Duo and Wufei in this chapter...*ahem*
Mars: Lol, it's okay, going to class is much more important then reading my insane ramblings I try to pass as stories. ^^;;; And Poor Wu-chan won't be getting a teddy bear or a hug in the near future (meaning this and the next chapter), but he will eventually! I think Duo will be the one needing a teddy bear after this chapter...And Heero will get his comeuppance for being a complete bastard. ^^ Whether it's from a flying frying pan or not, he -will- get punished. *wink wink*
( : Well, your little review name is a smiley face, so I just called you smiley face-person. ^^;;
And to everyone else who reviewed: Arigatou!! I'm glad you're enjoying my story!! *hands out pocky and plushies*
Insert stupid disclaimers, warnings, and any other pointless thing you should already know by now in here. *sweatdrop*
Now on with the chapter!
***
Quatre toyed nervously with the cuff of Trowa's teal turtleneck shirtsleeve as they sat together in the loveseat. "Do you think- "
"I'm sure Duo is -fine-," Trowa repeated for what must have been the millionth time since they came to the conclusion that the braided boy wasn't showing for their rendezvous that night. He squeezed his arm tighter around the blonde's shoulders in reassurance and he quit plucking at the sleeve, easing his head down on the crook of Trowa's neck with his anxious aquamarine gaze off in space.
Suddenly the tension-thick silence was punctured by the faint shouts of furious curses and Quatre went tense again, yet for a different reason.
"Oh Allah...He is MAD..." he whispered fearfully, as if he said it too loud that it would only make it worse. Trowa could have sworn he felt the floor shaking underneath their chair from the stomping outside; but of course, it could also be the empath, who was trembling somewhat under his touch. Duo pissed off and bored as hell was one thing, though when in a rage...It was either run and hide or be blown away in the wake of the explosion.
The door blasted open wildly, lodging itself in the wall as a black-clad whirlwind swept in menacingly, its long chestnut braid snapping like a whip behind it along with strings of foul language.
Quatre squeaked. Yes, squeaked. [1]
It wasn't so much about the immense fury emanating from Duo as he hurled his things into the closet with all the strength his could muster, having not seen the two sitting there in the living room, but the extremity of his swearing permanently violating his poor virgin ears. (Yeah, virgin...riiiiiiight...you keep telling yourself that Q-man...)
"-take that god damn fucking bastard by the fucking balls and screw-"
Trowa coughed loudly before Duo could finish that particular threat, making the braided boy aware that he wasn't alone in the room. "It seems you had a pleasant night."
He turned around abruptly, taking in Trowa's amused half-smirk and Quatre's disturbed countenance of shock and clapped a hand over his mouth a little too late, the damage had already been done.
"Scared the shit out of me...geez..."
"Scared the shit of out -you-? I don't think I'm going to be able to go to sleep with that lovely description of what you wanted to do to some guy's genitals!"
"Well I'm sorry Quatre, I should've realized you two were in here," Duo apologized cynically. "But quite frankly, I was just a -little- ticked off when I came in."
Trowa shot him a dark look, but instead of being intimidated and apologizing correctly, he was so infuriated that he glared right back.
"So are you going to indulge us with all the gory details, or shall we just wait with bated breath until you've cooled down?" Quatre replied dryly, knowing he didn't really mean to be rude. "I would especially like to learn the origins of that charming bruise on your face."
"I'm sorry," Duo repeated, though with more sincerity than before as he slumped down into the nearest armchair, gingerly rubbing the swollen cheek. Now that he regaining control over his temper, the pain returned with a sharp increase. "It's just been nuts. Literally. It started with psycho females and ended with that..." His violet eyes flashed angrily and he clenched his hands. "Bastard."
"Ah, and this 'bastard' is who you were...ranting about when you impaled the defenseless door and hall closet?" Trowa asked mildly, raising an eyebrow.
"I take it you weren't able to see Wufei then," Quatre added cautiously.
"Oh I did, for all of five seconds when he was hauling ass from that bastard, and yes that was who I was- er- wanting to do things to," Duo bit his tongue to hold the renewed tirade building up back for his innocent buddy's sake.
"What happened?" Quatre inquired worriedly. The seething he felt radiating from him was beginning to mingle with other emotions, though they weren't quite recognizable yet.
He half scowled half winced, massaging his face again. "Heero is what happened! The bastard!"
"Heero?"
Duo launched into the full, detailed story, picking up from the point that they already knew about when he had first encountered Wufei. He went on about the conversation with Heero where he practically gave everything away to the little ambush with Relena, Sally, and Hilde, and what had transpired outside the bar when he had gotten out of the park.
"That answers your question about the 'charming' bruise, Quatre," Duo said as the scowl that had returned as he retold the past couple of days' events went deeper. "So now I have no clue what to do. I don't know when I might run into Wufei next, and I sure as hell won't just walk away if I confront Heero again like I did earlier."
Quatre sat quietly, appearing lost in thought as he watched the braided slayer talk, the conflicting emotions he had been feeling becoming clearer and clearer as the anger integrated further. There were of course the physical aches and pains, but there was also a sort of mental pain, of knowing that there was someone in need, but he could do nothing about it. There was the disappointment and hurt of getting to see that person he was trying so hard to help, but because of the timing from being hindered, he had come too late to do anything.
"You can't just sit around and wait in that bar forever Duo," Trowa replied, bringing Quatre out of his musing. "You have duties to fulfill as well, don't forget."
"I haven't," he rolled his eyes. "I only want to be out of this mess, but every damn time I turn around, there's something else popping up and keeping me from doing that."
"It's your own fault for getting involved in the first place."
"No shit Sherlock," Duo grumbled crossly, earning himself a pillow to the head.
"Be nice, -both- of you!" Quatre reprimanded sternly, glaring back and forth between the two.
Duo let out an exasperated sigh as he got up and stalked out of the living, muttering about getting some sleep.
"Wait- Duo! Damn...he won't listen, he's too mad at the world," he frowned. "You could have been a bit more nicer about this though Trowa."
"I'm sorry, but the truth hurts," the unibanged boy shrugged. "There's no use sugar-coating it."
"-Still-, you should have waited until after he had cooled down," Quatre chided.
Trowa snorted and didn't respond.
"Why do I put up with such stubborn people?" The empath looked up at the ceiling as if he were conversing with Allah, though with a playful smirk.
"You know you love me."
"Of course."
***
"...Duo..."
"Who's there?"
Duo found himself standing in the park again, darkness swallowing everything about him. The scene was all too familiar, but this go-round there weren't three psychotic chicks. He held a stake clutched in his right hand as he slowly revolved on the spot, trying to figure where and of whom the disembodied voice was coming from.
"Damn it, stop fucking around! Where in the hell are you?" Even though he was beginning to feel panicky, he had actually managed to make that sound like a half-decent yell. He had been in this predicament one too many times for him to be remotely at ease.
"...right behind you..."
Duo turned, chills running down his spine, and came face-to-face with Heero.
Heero?
He couldn't move, couldn't open his mouth to say anything, barely able to breathe. All he could do was stare into those intense Prussian depths, frozen in place.
"I've got you now, slayer...You're mine..." Heero whispered into his ear, sending more icy chills prickling through him as he leaned in closer.
As he kissed him, anger flared up inside Duo and he fought mentally to overthrow the induced lethargy holding him still.
'Wait for it.'
His eyes shut and he started to feel heavy as he stopped fighting off the spell, waiting for the moment of weakness...getting heavier and heavier until...there was nothing.
Duo swung his arm up and thrust the stake into Heero's heart, pulling away from the kiss as he reopened his eyes.
Only it wasn't Heero.
Oh God, it wasn't Heero.
Wufei was the one staring back in shock before he crumbled into dust.
And Duo just killed him.
***
EEEEPPPP! *hides*
[1]Yes, squeaked. I was thinking along the lines of what every girl does when they see Legolas in Lord Of The Rings. ^^ Or at least what -I- do every time I see Legolas. No one wants to watch LOTR with me because I emit high-pitched squeals of delight. *sweatdrop* Except of course, Quatre's was in fear, not in seeing one of the sexiest men alive in tights. *hentai thoughts*
Anywho! On to work on the next chapter! And I promise I'll get it up faster than this one!
You all are gonna hate me for this chapter. *victory sign* Please keep the death threats to a bare minimum and the author will be most happy. Of course, she'll probably get more of a kick -with- the threats...
Shella: YAAY! You can't be kicked from the computer again! I actually look forward to your long reviews, they make me happy to see somebody enjoying my story so much. ^^ But yes, Heero's been a bit narrow-minded, but he's finally realized the truth. And giving him a good hard fuck would only please him, I think we should stick with the frying pan idea from Mars...lol! And, I've draw pictures of Wuffie-chan with his hair down. *dreamy sigh* And there's doushinjis too, I have a website saved that has pictures of Wufei with his hair down. Of course, most of them are with him and Duo in compromising positions...so...*cough* yeah. I think him and Duo are equally sexy. I'm a sucker for guys with long hair, and they both fit that. ^^ Get ready to see some interesting plot twists involving Heero, Duo and Wufei in this chapter...*ahem*
Mars: Lol, it's okay, going to class is much more important then reading my insane ramblings I try to pass as stories. ^^;;; And Poor Wu-chan won't be getting a teddy bear or a hug in the near future (meaning this and the next chapter), but he will eventually! I think Duo will be the one needing a teddy bear after this chapter...And Heero will get his comeuppance for being a complete bastard. ^^ Whether it's from a flying frying pan or not, he -will- get punished. *wink wink*
( : Well, your little review name is a smiley face, so I just called you smiley face-person. ^^;;
And to everyone else who reviewed: Arigatou!! I'm glad you're enjoying my story!! *hands out pocky and plushies*
Insert stupid disclaimers, warnings, and any other pointless thing you should already know by now in here. *sweatdrop*
Now on with the chapter!
***
Quatre toyed nervously with the cuff of Trowa's teal turtleneck shirtsleeve as they sat together in the loveseat. "Do you think- "
"I'm sure Duo is -fine-," Trowa repeated for what must have been the millionth time since they came to the conclusion that the braided boy wasn't showing for their rendezvous that night. He squeezed his arm tighter around the blonde's shoulders in reassurance and he quit plucking at the sleeve, easing his head down on the crook of Trowa's neck with his anxious aquamarine gaze off in space.
Suddenly the tension-thick silence was punctured by the faint shouts of furious curses and Quatre went tense again, yet for a different reason.
"Oh Allah...He is MAD..." he whispered fearfully, as if he said it too loud that it would only make it worse. Trowa could have sworn he felt the floor shaking underneath their chair from the stomping outside; but of course, it could also be the empath, who was trembling somewhat under his touch. Duo pissed off and bored as hell was one thing, though when in a rage...It was either run and hide or be blown away in the wake of the explosion.
The door blasted open wildly, lodging itself in the wall as a black-clad whirlwind swept in menacingly, its long chestnut braid snapping like a whip behind it along with strings of foul language.
Quatre squeaked. Yes, squeaked. [1]
It wasn't so much about the immense fury emanating from Duo as he hurled his things into the closet with all the strength his could muster, having not seen the two sitting there in the living room, but the extremity of his swearing permanently violating his poor virgin ears. (Yeah, virgin...riiiiiiight...you keep telling yourself that Q-man...)
"-take that god damn fucking bastard by the fucking balls and screw-"
Trowa coughed loudly before Duo could finish that particular threat, making the braided boy aware that he wasn't alone in the room. "It seems you had a pleasant night."
He turned around abruptly, taking in Trowa's amused half-smirk and Quatre's disturbed countenance of shock and clapped a hand over his mouth a little too late, the damage had already been done.
"Scared the shit out of me...geez..."
"Scared the shit of out -you-? I don't think I'm going to be able to go to sleep with that lovely description of what you wanted to do to some guy's genitals!"
"Well I'm sorry Quatre, I should've realized you two were in here," Duo apologized cynically. "But quite frankly, I was just a -little- ticked off when I came in."
Trowa shot him a dark look, but instead of being intimidated and apologizing correctly, he was so infuriated that he glared right back.
"So are you going to indulge us with all the gory details, or shall we just wait with bated breath until you've cooled down?" Quatre replied dryly, knowing he didn't really mean to be rude. "I would especially like to learn the origins of that charming bruise on your face."
"I'm sorry," Duo repeated, though with more sincerity than before as he slumped down into the nearest armchair, gingerly rubbing the swollen cheek. Now that he regaining control over his temper, the pain returned with a sharp increase. "It's just been nuts. Literally. It started with psycho females and ended with that..." His violet eyes flashed angrily and he clenched his hands. "Bastard."
"Ah, and this 'bastard' is who you were...ranting about when you impaled the defenseless door and hall closet?" Trowa asked mildly, raising an eyebrow.
"I take it you weren't able to see Wufei then," Quatre added cautiously.
"Oh I did, for all of five seconds when he was hauling ass from that bastard, and yes that was who I was- er- wanting to do things to," Duo bit his tongue to hold the renewed tirade building up back for his innocent buddy's sake.
"What happened?" Quatre inquired worriedly. The seething he felt radiating from him was beginning to mingle with other emotions, though they weren't quite recognizable yet.
He half scowled half winced, massaging his face again. "Heero is what happened! The bastard!"
"Heero?"
Duo launched into the full, detailed story, picking up from the point that they already knew about when he had first encountered Wufei. He went on about the conversation with Heero where he practically gave everything away to the little ambush with Relena, Sally, and Hilde, and what had transpired outside the bar when he had gotten out of the park.
"That answers your question about the 'charming' bruise, Quatre," Duo said as the scowl that had returned as he retold the past couple of days' events went deeper. "So now I have no clue what to do. I don't know when I might run into Wufei next, and I sure as hell won't just walk away if I confront Heero again like I did earlier."
Quatre sat quietly, appearing lost in thought as he watched the braided slayer talk, the conflicting emotions he had been feeling becoming clearer and clearer as the anger integrated further. There were of course the physical aches and pains, but there was also a sort of mental pain, of knowing that there was someone in need, but he could do nothing about it. There was the disappointment and hurt of getting to see that person he was trying so hard to help, but because of the timing from being hindered, he had come too late to do anything.
"You can't just sit around and wait in that bar forever Duo," Trowa replied, bringing Quatre out of his musing. "You have duties to fulfill as well, don't forget."
"I haven't," he rolled his eyes. "I only want to be out of this mess, but every damn time I turn around, there's something else popping up and keeping me from doing that."
"It's your own fault for getting involved in the first place."
"No shit Sherlock," Duo grumbled crossly, earning himself a pillow to the head.
"Be nice, -both- of you!" Quatre reprimanded sternly, glaring back and forth between the two.
Duo let out an exasperated sigh as he got up and stalked out of the living, muttering about getting some sleep.
"Wait- Duo! Damn...he won't listen, he's too mad at the world," he frowned. "You could have been a bit more nicer about this though Trowa."
"I'm sorry, but the truth hurts," the unibanged boy shrugged. "There's no use sugar-coating it."
"-Still-, you should have waited until after he had cooled down," Quatre chided.
Trowa snorted and didn't respond.
"Why do I put up with such stubborn people?" The empath looked up at the ceiling as if he were conversing with Allah, though with a playful smirk.
"You know you love me."
"Of course."
***
"...Duo..."
"Who's there?"
Duo found himself standing in the park again, darkness swallowing everything about him. The scene was all too familiar, but this go-round there weren't three psychotic chicks. He held a stake clutched in his right hand as he slowly revolved on the spot, trying to figure where and of whom the disembodied voice was coming from.
"Damn it, stop fucking around! Where in the hell are you?" Even though he was beginning to feel panicky, he had actually managed to make that sound like a half-decent yell. He had been in this predicament one too many times for him to be remotely at ease.
"...right behind you..."
Duo turned, chills running down his spine, and came face-to-face with Heero.
Heero?
He couldn't move, couldn't open his mouth to say anything, barely able to breathe. All he could do was stare into those intense Prussian depths, frozen in place.
"I've got you now, slayer...You're mine..." Heero whispered into his ear, sending more icy chills prickling through him as he leaned in closer.
As he kissed him, anger flared up inside Duo and he fought mentally to overthrow the induced lethargy holding him still.
'Wait for it.'
His eyes shut and he started to feel heavy as he stopped fighting off the spell, waiting for the moment of weakness...getting heavier and heavier until...there was nothing.
Duo swung his arm up and thrust the stake into Heero's heart, pulling away from the kiss as he reopened his eyes.
Only it wasn't Heero.
Oh God, it wasn't Heero.
Wufei was the one staring back in shock before he crumbled into dust.
And Duo just killed him.
***
EEEEPPPP! *hides*
[1]Yes, squeaked. I was thinking along the lines of what every girl does when they see Legolas in Lord Of The Rings. ^^ Or at least what -I- do every time I see Legolas. No one wants to watch LOTR with me because I emit high-pitched squeals of delight. *sweatdrop* Except of course, Quatre's was in fear, not in seeing one of the sexiest men alive in tights. *hentai thoughts*
Anywho! On to work on the next chapter! And I promise I'll get it up faster than this one!