Lyrics from Disturbed's 'Awaken' appear again!
Yaay! DVG didn't take forever to get this chapter written! Though it isn't as long as the last chapter. But that's okay, right? The next chapter is gonna be...interesting. Never, ever get on Heero's bad side. That's all I can say. *ahem* But yeah! I wasn't all too pleased with this chapter, but I mean, it's still great. I just wasn't happy with it. Oh well. I'll live.
REVIEWS!
I must say, I was very flattered by all the reviews I received. I got a few good laughs too. ^__^
Avenged Suffering: Oi...*wipes tears from eyes* That was a lovely review. And yes, it's all explained! Don't worry! You won't be in suspense any longer!
SanosukeLover- Milly Maxwell- *sweatdrop* 'Or else', eh? Bring it on! J/k! Here's the next chapter!
Goddess of Bakas: OMG! I'm so sorry you killed your lunch while reading! *gives her another lunch* There! I hate when I do that! I know how you feel.
Lexington: Thankies thankies! ^___^ I am so proud of those awards. Here is more Heero and Duo stuff...Though no wet Wufei. *sigh* But you -do- get a sick minded Wufei in place of the wet Wufei. *wink wink*
Mars: Hahahaha...Well Wufei gets more nosebleed thoughts! ^___^ I just couldn't help myself. It's just a simple misunderstanding, but still...coming from Wufei, it's funny as hell. And no, Wufei doesn't knock Heero up side the head with a lampshade. *is suddenly inspired to write a fic about that* Ooooo...But no, it's much more angst-y full. Naturally.
Solain Rhyo- *modest blush* Oh please, all that wasn't necessary. ^___^ (Duo: You know you loved that.) Shhh! But yes, I will not leave out to wither in the twilight any longer! Here is the next chapter!!!!
Smiley-person: Hm. I hope that's a good Hm. *sweatdrop*
Iruka Yuywell- Haha, yes, Duo -cut- off his pants. And Quatre is just too adorable. I don't think you've read 'Nowhere To Run', have you? My 'evil Quatre' comment refers to that story of mine, where he was VERY evil in the last two chapters. ^_____^ Ask any of my other reviewers who have read the story. They'll tell you.
Yami Crystal- Yes. *gasp* That had to have been one of the VERY few chapters I've ever posted that -didn't- have much of a suspenseful cliffhanger to it. I managed to control my cliffhanger-ness. ^___^ Be prepared to find out what really happened!
Shella- Be ready to go all fan-girly again. ^_^;;; I just couldn't help myself. Heero finally gets some form of punishment in this chapter. Wufei gets pay back. And it's a bitch. But yes, everything is explained in this chapter. And that would be 'muy' not 'mucho'. For a person who has confused that many times in her Spanish II class, I should know. *sweatdrop* But yes! I waited just for your lovely-ness review. ^_____^ I am such a suck-up sometimes. (Duo: -Sometimes-?) Oh shush you. But yes. I did. And if it made your day better, then it made mine even more. I live to cheer people up. ^__^
But yes!
ON WITH THE STORY!!!!!
***
He had been so close. So, so close. So close he had almost been able to taste the sweet victory.
Or at least taste the skin that protectively guarded the sweet triumph flowing beneath.
THISCLOSE to getting what he wanted.
Completing the bindings to the long dagger wound on his upper left arm with an angry scowl [1], Heero hurled the first aid kit against the wall across the room and sat back on the couch, reflecting darkly on how he had failed yet again. Failed. The thought of himself and failing in the same sentence made him want to throw something again, but since there was nothing within his reach, Heero settled with just glaring at the busted first aid kit.
Duo had been ridiculously easy to manipulate, all he had had to do was mention something about Wufei to set the slayer off and everything was going according to plan. Of course, that should have been the warning. Nothing goes perfect without a consequence. But he had been so engrossed in believing that he was about to win that he wasn't thinking of those consequences.
Or he was just too engrossed with a certain pair of amethyst eyes.
But he wasn't going to admit to the latter.
The second Duo dropped his knife, Heero thought he had been in the clear. He couldn't sense any other slayers in the house, though if he hadn't seen the braided boy outside before coming in, he wouldn't have known that he was there either. That was something that puzzled him, how they had been able to hide their auras. It wasn't until the blonde and his partner arrived after Wufei that Heero had realized the mistake in assuming that there were no other slayers.
He was just about to sink his fangs into Duo's throat when another dagger whizzed past his face and lodged itself in the wall mere inches away from where his head would have been if he had lowered it any further. Automatically looking up into the crowded hallway to find the culprit, Heero missed Wufei crouching down and picking up Duo's knife from the floor, though he did catch the tall, unibanged slayer with another knife aimed right at him. He wasn't going to miss the second time if he threw it, the set look of stoic determination on his face told Heero that. The blonde looked like he was about to faint at what he saw.
That was the consequence of his nearly perfect plan. As soon as he laid eyes on the slayers, Wufei had stabbed Heero in the aforementioned bandaged arm. -Wufei- had stabbed him. Sure he had been trying to get help from Duo, but Heero never could have guessed that he would've gone so far as to seriously injure him.
Becoming a traitor.
Yet there he was, seeing his own death shining in those furious onyx eyes as the blade was slowly drawn out of his arm. For a fleeting instant, he wasn't Wufei standing there, he was the horrible creature Heero had been trying hard to coax out from behind his defensive shields for so long.
For that fleeting instant, Heero had had a tiny taste of victory.
Even if he had achieved the victory unwittingly.
All...activities had ceased. With the slayer ready to kill and one vampire going against another, everyone in the house the tense. Watching. There wasn't a single sound to be heard.
It was then that the storm finally broke. It was as if it had been patiently waiting for that exact moment to unleash its fury. In the height of energy and emotion, in sync with a battle that had long been seething underneath the surface, and like the storm, been waiting for the exact moment to burst the walls holding it back asunder. The house shuddered as thunder pealed, the rain suddenly pouring down in torrents, the thick air still in apprehension. Time had stopped.
The electricity went out, and the next thing Heero knew, he was running through the streets. Or maybe he wasn't. No, he was feeling what Duo was before he managed to wake up from the spell. Heero himself was left alone back in the house, his jaw aching from a friendly punch administered during his shock, the bloody dagger laying by his side; the two slayers and Wufei had taken advantage of the moment of temporary daze and vanished. He got a partial grip of himself as he got to his feet and fought his way out of the frenzied party into the storm, holding his profusely bleeding arm carefully.
That was when he found himself in their basement apartment, foraging around in the bathroom for the first aid kit, the last shreds of shock fading and being replaced by cold fury.
Traitors would -not- be tolerated.
//Feed on your nothing//
Any and all obstacles must be eliminated.
//And you'll never live up to me// [2]
***
When Wufei had finished the reluctantly told story, Duo could only stare at the Asian and gape.
Until he noticed that he had been squeezing the hell out of his hand and let go self-consciously.
"I don't know whether I should be proud of myself, or be ashamed," Wufei said softly, keeping his eyes down on the carpet between their chairs. "I- I mean, I -know- I saved you, but the fact that the first thing to come to my mind when I saw Heero about to...was the urge to hurt him...Even kill him if I had to. I didn't realize I had picked up your knife from the floor until after I had tore it into his arm. If Trowa hadn't told me to get you when the power went out because he had Quatre, I probably would have lost control again." Duo had to lean in closer to hear; his voice had gone quieter as he spoke as he admitted aloud what he feared most. "Who knows what would have happened if I had."
"Hey, don't worry about it, you're here and you -didn't- lost it," Duo indicated reassuringly. "That's all that matters. It -didn't- happen. So don't fret over 'what ifs'. We're all here, no one's dead and we made it back in one piece."
"Barely."
"There's your problem! You're too damn pessimistic! Lighten up a bit, Wu-man."
"You could be more serious. You could've -died- tonight," Wufei asserted.
"Yeah, and? I run the risk of getting killed every night," Duo shrugged nonchalantly. "You get used to it when you're a slayer. Hell, I could've died years ago, even before becoming a slayer, if Trowa and Quatre hadn't come along and helped me out. I learned to never take life for granted before I could count to ten."
"You're either very laid back, or extremely suicidal."
Duo laughed, making Wufei smile slightly in spite of himself. "If I'm suicidal, then you're immoral."
"Then that would make Heero God," he replied, still smiling.
"That's a good 'Fei, you really DO have a sense of humor under all that worrying," Duo patted him on the head like one would a puppy when they've done something right, earning himself an evil 'Don't you -dare- do that again' glare in an equally playful response.
"I never said I didn't have a sense of humor."
"...coulda fooled me..."
"...I just don't tend to convey it in the middle of a life-or- death situation when you need solemnity instead of cracking jokes," Wufei finished.
"But we aren't in a life-or-death situation right this minute, so cheer up!" Duo grinned.
He sighed and gave up fighting. There seemed to be no way to reason with the braided boy.
His evident defeat in their argument only amused him more though and once again Wufei found himself smiling easily at his laugh.
"You can be obnoxiously stubborn when you want your way, did you know that?"
"It gets me what I want though, doesn't it?" Duo began to smirk, but ended up having to stifle another huge yawn. "Oi...I'm beat." He got up and stretched languidly, beginning to walk back into the hallway before glancing back at Wufei, who was still sitting. "Well, c'mon, don't just sit there."
"W-what?" he blinked.
Was he asking him to go to bed with him?
"If you're staying here, you can't sleep out here with nothing, you need a pillow and all," Duo paused at the Chinese vampire's odd reaction. "I've got spares in my room."
"Oh- right..."
"What were -you- thinking?" he grinned slyly as Wufei quickly got to his feet and followed.
"Definitely not whatever you are," he answered evasively.
"Really? Then why is your face so red?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Wufei snorted, though he looked away uneasily as he hesitated outside the bedroom. [3]
"Sure you don't," Duo replied mischievously. As he delved into the infinite black hole that was his closet for a blanket, he watched out of the corner of his eye as Wufei cautiously stepped through the doorway yet not very far so as to be able to make a fast exit. Taking a pillow from his bed, Duo went over and handed it and the blanket to him. "G'night, Wu-bear."
"-'Wu-bear'-?"
"Yep." He yawned and made his way back over to his bed, flopping down like a rag doll and managing to disappear underneath the tangle of bed sheets almost immediately.
Wufei shook his head, returning to the living room to the couch against the wall opposite to the loveseat and two armchairs, tossing his pillow down at the end as he unfolded the blanket.
When his head hit the pillow, his senses were overwhelmed by the scent of lavender vanilla.
Duo's scent. [4]
It was a moment that should go down in the record books. A vampire slept under the same roof as three slayers and wasn't the least troubled by the fact.
That, and a big, bad slayer liked girly fragrances.
'Wu-bear' didn't sound all too bad either.
***
[1]Yes, yes I know. I've said that the vampires heal almost instantly after being wounded, but Duo's knife was pure silver. Even though it wouldn't have killed him unless Wufei had shoved it through his heart, the knife wound would heal at a regular human rate instead of instantly because of it being pure silver.
[2]*sigh* I love you Heero! I really, truly do! I just like making you evil more! *sweatdrop*
Heero: *Death Glare* Omae wo kuruso.
*hides*
[3]I couldn't help myself. I put Wufei's mind in the gutter again. ^______^
[4]Don't ask. I just picture Duo as being a lavender vanilla kinda guy. I have like specific scents for the guys. Duo's lavender vanilla, Wufei is Irish Spring Sport (REALLY don't ask about that one, but I used it in 'Of Blood And Tears' if anyone noticed. At the end when him and Duo...got friendly in bed after he had just taken a shower. ^____^), Quatre and Trowa are strawberries and roses (depending on how hentai my mind is at the moment), and Heero is a nice musk. I don't know why. I just have this thing with smelly stuff; I'm always getting in trouble for burning a bunch of candles and incense all at the same time.
Anywho! I'm off to work on the next chapter! Click! Review! Flame! Just don't kill me and everything will be all right.
*sweatdrop*
Yaay! DVG didn't take forever to get this chapter written! Though it isn't as long as the last chapter. But that's okay, right? The next chapter is gonna be...interesting. Never, ever get on Heero's bad side. That's all I can say. *ahem* But yeah! I wasn't all too pleased with this chapter, but I mean, it's still great. I just wasn't happy with it. Oh well. I'll live.
REVIEWS!
I must say, I was very flattered by all the reviews I received. I got a few good laughs too. ^__^
Avenged Suffering: Oi...*wipes tears from eyes* That was a lovely review. And yes, it's all explained! Don't worry! You won't be in suspense any longer!
SanosukeLover- Milly Maxwell- *sweatdrop* 'Or else', eh? Bring it on! J/k! Here's the next chapter!
Goddess of Bakas: OMG! I'm so sorry you killed your lunch while reading! *gives her another lunch* There! I hate when I do that! I know how you feel.
Lexington: Thankies thankies! ^___^ I am so proud of those awards. Here is more Heero and Duo stuff...Though no wet Wufei. *sigh* But you -do- get a sick minded Wufei in place of the wet Wufei. *wink wink*
Mars: Hahahaha...Well Wufei gets more nosebleed thoughts! ^___^ I just couldn't help myself. It's just a simple misunderstanding, but still...coming from Wufei, it's funny as hell. And no, Wufei doesn't knock Heero up side the head with a lampshade. *is suddenly inspired to write a fic about that* Ooooo...But no, it's much more angst-y full. Naturally.
Solain Rhyo- *modest blush* Oh please, all that wasn't necessary. ^___^ (Duo: You know you loved that.) Shhh! But yes, I will not leave out to wither in the twilight any longer! Here is the next chapter!!!!
Smiley-person: Hm. I hope that's a good Hm. *sweatdrop*
Iruka Yuywell- Haha, yes, Duo -cut- off his pants. And Quatre is just too adorable. I don't think you've read 'Nowhere To Run', have you? My 'evil Quatre' comment refers to that story of mine, where he was VERY evil in the last two chapters. ^_____^ Ask any of my other reviewers who have read the story. They'll tell you.
Yami Crystal- Yes. *gasp* That had to have been one of the VERY few chapters I've ever posted that -didn't- have much of a suspenseful cliffhanger to it. I managed to control my cliffhanger-ness. ^___^ Be prepared to find out what really happened!
Shella- Be ready to go all fan-girly again. ^_^;;; I just couldn't help myself. Heero finally gets some form of punishment in this chapter. Wufei gets pay back. And it's a bitch. But yes, everything is explained in this chapter. And that would be 'muy' not 'mucho'. For a person who has confused that many times in her Spanish II class, I should know. *sweatdrop* But yes! I waited just for your lovely-ness review. ^_____^ I am such a suck-up sometimes. (Duo: -Sometimes-?) Oh shush you. But yes. I did. And if it made your day better, then it made mine even more. I live to cheer people up. ^__^
But yes!
ON WITH THE STORY!!!!!
***
He had been so close. So, so close. So close he had almost been able to taste the sweet victory.
Or at least taste the skin that protectively guarded the sweet triumph flowing beneath.
THISCLOSE to getting what he wanted.
Completing the bindings to the long dagger wound on his upper left arm with an angry scowl [1], Heero hurled the first aid kit against the wall across the room and sat back on the couch, reflecting darkly on how he had failed yet again. Failed. The thought of himself and failing in the same sentence made him want to throw something again, but since there was nothing within his reach, Heero settled with just glaring at the busted first aid kit.
Duo had been ridiculously easy to manipulate, all he had had to do was mention something about Wufei to set the slayer off and everything was going according to plan. Of course, that should have been the warning. Nothing goes perfect without a consequence. But he had been so engrossed in believing that he was about to win that he wasn't thinking of those consequences.
Or he was just too engrossed with a certain pair of amethyst eyes.
But he wasn't going to admit to the latter.
The second Duo dropped his knife, Heero thought he had been in the clear. He couldn't sense any other slayers in the house, though if he hadn't seen the braided boy outside before coming in, he wouldn't have known that he was there either. That was something that puzzled him, how they had been able to hide their auras. It wasn't until the blonde and his partner arrived after Wufei that Heero had realized the mistake in assuming that there were no other slayers.
He was just about to sink his fangs into Duo's throat when another dagger whizzed past his face and lodged itself in the wall mere inches away from where his head would have been if he had lowered it any further. Automatically looking up into the crowded hallway to find the culprit, Heero missed Wufei crouching down and picking up Duo's knife from the floor, though he did catch the tall, unibanged slayer with another knife aimed right at him. He wasn't going to miss the second time if he threw it, the set look of stoic determination on his face told Heero that. The blonde looked like he was about to faint at what he saw.
That was the consequence of his nearly perfect plan. As soon as he laid eyes on the slayers, Wufei had stabbed Heero in the aforementioned bandaged arm. -Wufei- had stabbed him. Sure he had been trying to get help from Duo, but Heero never could have guessed that he would've gone so far as to seriously injure him.
Becoming a traitor.
Yet there he was, seeing his own death shining in those furious onyx eyes as the blade was slowly drawn out of his arm. For a fleeting instant, he wasn't Wufei standing there, he was the horrible creature Heero had been trying hard to coax out from behind his defensive shields for so long.
For that fleeting instant, Heero had had a tiny taste of victory.
Even if he had achieved the victory unwittingly.
All...activities had ceased. With the slayer ready to kill and one vampire going against another, everyone in the house the tense. Watching. There wasn't a single sound to be heard.
It was then that the storm finally broke. It was as if it had been patiently waiting for that exact moment to unleash its fury. In the height of energy and emotion, in sync with a battle that had long been seething underneath the surface, and like the storm, been waiting for the exact moment to burst the walls holding it back asunder. The house shuddered as thunder pealed, the rain suddenly pouring down in torrents, the thick air still in apprehension. Time had stopped.
The electricity went out, and the next thing Heero knew, he was running through the streets. Or maybe he wasn't. No, he was feeling what Duo was before he managed to wake up from the spell. Heero himself was left alone back in the house, his jaw aching from a friendly punch administered during his shock, the bloody dagger laying by his side; the two slayers and Wufei had taken advantage of the moment of temporary daze and vanished. He got a partial grip of himself as he got to his feet and fought his way out of the frenzied party into the storm, holding his profusely bleeding arm carefully.
That was when he found himself in their basement apartment, foraging around in the bathroom for the first aid kit, the last shreds of shock fading and being replaced by cold fury.
Traitors would -not- be tolerated.
//Feed on your nothing//
Any and all obstacles must be eliminated.
//And you'll never live up to me// [2]
***
When Wufei had finished the reluctantly told story, Duo could only stare at the Asian and gape.
Until he noticed that he had been squeezing the hell out of his hand and let go self-consciously.
"I don't know whether I should be proud of myself, or be ashamed," Wufei said softly, keeping his eyes down on the carpet between their chairs. "I- I mean, I -know- I saved you, but the fact that the first thing to come to my mind when I saw Heero about to...was the urge to hurt him...Even kill him if I had to. I didn't realize I had picked up your knife from the floor until after I had tore it into his arm. If Trowa hadn't told me to get you when the power went out because he had Quatre, I probably would have lost control again." Duo had to lean in closer to hear; his voice had gone quieter as he spoke as he admitted aloud what he feared most. "Who knows what would have happened if I had."
"Hey, don't worry about it, you're here and you -didn't- lost it," Duo indicated reassuringly. "That's all that matters. It -didn't- happen. So don't fret over 'what ifs'. We're all here, no one's dead and we made it back in one piece."
"Barely."
"There's your problem! You're too damn pessimistic! Lighten up a bit, Wu-man."
"You could be more serious. You could've -died- tonight," Wufei asserted.
"Yeah, and? I run the risk of getting killed every night," Duo shrugged nonchalantly. "You get used to it when you're a slayer. Hell, I could've died years ago, even before becoming a slayer, if Trowa and Quatre hadn't come along and helped me out. I learned to never take life for granted before I could count to ten."
"You're either very laid back, or extremely suicidal."
Duo laughed, making Wufei smile slightly in spite of himself. "If I'm suicidal, then you're immoral."
"Then that would make Heero God," he replied, still smiling.
"That's a good 'Fei, you really DO have a sense of humor under all that worrying," Duo patted him on the head like one would a puppy when they've done something right, earning himself an evil 'Don't you -dare- do that again' glare in an equally playful response.
"I never said I didn't have a sense of humor."
"...coulda fooled me..."
"...I just don't tend to convey it in the middle of a life-or- death situation when you need solemnity instead of cracking jokes," Wufei finished.
"But we aren't in a life-or-death situation right this minute, so cheer up!" Duo grinned.
He sighed and gave up fighting. There seemed to be no way to reason with the braided boy.
His evident defeat in their argument only amused him more though and once again Wufei found himself smiling easily at his laugh.
"You can be obnoxiously stubborn when you want your way, did you know that?"
"It gets me what I want though, doesn't it?" Duo began to smirk, but ended up having to stifle another huge yawn. "Oi...I'm beat." He got up and stretched languidly, beginning to walk back into the hallway before glancing back at Wufei, who was still sitting. "Well, c'mon, don't just sit there."
"W-what?" he blinked.
Was he asking him to go to bed with him?
"If you're staying here, you can't sleep out here with nothing, you need a pillow and all," Duo paused at the Chinese vampire's odd reaction. "I've got spares in my room."
"Oh- right..."
"What were -you- thinking?" he grinned slyly as Wufei quickly got to his feet and followed.
"Definitely not whatever you are," he answered evasively.
"Really? Then why is your face so red?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Wufei snorted, though he looked away uneasily as he hesitated outside the bedroom. [3]
"Sure you don't," Duo replied mischievously. As he delved into the infinite black hole that was his closet for a blanket, he watched out of the corner of his eye as Wufei cautiously stepped through the doorway yet not very far so as to be able to make a fast exit. Taking a pillow from his bed, Duo went over and handed it and the blanket to him. "G'night, Wu-bear."
"-'Wu-bear'-?"
"Yep." He yawned and made his way back over to his bed, flopping down like a rag doll and managing to disappear underneath the tangle of bed sheets almost immediately.
Wufei shook his head, returning to the living room to the couch against the wall opposite to the loveseat and two armchairs, tossing his pillow down at the end as he unfolded the blanket.
When his head hit the pillow, his senses were overwhelmed by the scent of lavender vanilla.
Duo's scent. [4]
It was a moment that should go down in the record books. A vampire slept under the same roof as three slayers and wasn't the least troubled by the fact.
That, and a big, bad slayer liked girly fragrances.
'Wu-bear' didn't sound all too bad either.
***
[1]Yes, yes I know. I've said that the vampires heal almost instantly after being wounded, but Duo's knife was pure silver. Even though it wouldn't have killed him unless Wufei had shoved it through his heart, the knife wound would heal at a regular human rate instead of instantly because of it being pure silver.
[2]*sigh* I love you Heero! I really, truly do! I just like making you evil more! *sweatdrop*
Heero: *Death Glare* Omae wo kuruso.
*hides*
[3]I couldn't help myself. I put Wufei's mind in the gutter again. ^______^
[4]Don't ask. I just picture Duo as being a lavender vanilla kinda guy. I have like specific scents for the guys. Duo's lavender vanilla, Wufei is Irish Spring Sport (REALLY don't ask about that one, but I used it in 'Of Blood And Tears' if anyone noticed. At the end when him and Duo...got friendly in bed after he had just taken a shower. ^____^), Quatre and Trowa are strawberries and roses (depending on how hentai my mind is at the moment), and Heero is a nice musk. I don't know why. I just have this thing with smelly stuff; I'm always getting in trouble for burning a bunch of candles and incense all at the same time.
Anywho! I'm off to work on the next chapter! Click! Review! Flame! Just don't kill me and everything will be all right.
*sweatdrop*