Disclaimer: The Gundams are in my possession, and unless the G-boys come to my house unarmed and willing, I'll blow them up. Oh, and maybe kill Miss Relena. Yeah. Further proof that I couldn't own them even if I wanted to.
A/N: Back again, minna? And I though you left me. It warms my heart to know I still have fans. *sniff* Anyway, this'll be the chapter with even more emotional stuff, maybe a little sex, and I might just bring Tro-chan in. You'll just have to read and see. Enjoy!
Chapter Eight: Dammit!
Duo watched his angel-or was it Quatre's angel- walk heroicly out the door. Tears in his deep Prussian eyes. 'Fuck!' Duo turned to Saotoshi, but she was busy killing Quatre with her eyes.
"You cheated on him, then you have the nerve to come to his new boyfriend's house and announce that you'll be taking him home with you?" Saotoshi asked incrediously.
"You don't understand," Quatre said tightly, his boyish features strained with agitation.
"I don't understand? I think Heero just gave us sufficient reason to throw you out on your ass," Saotoshi said. "So I suggest you think of a safer way to plead your case. Like maybe, oh I don't know, get the hell out and forget about him?" Saotoshi knew she was being deliberately rude to one of the richest people in the last century, but sometime between now and earlier that day, she had grown to really like Heero. As she suspected Duo did. His silence unnerved her.
"I have every right to-" Quatre started.
'Fuck it, I'm screwed anyway' Sao thought. "I am so close to throwing you out on your ass right now the scene has replayed in my thoughts several times. Don't give me a reason to do it," Saotoshi barked. Quatre looked sullen. 'My God, is he pouting?!' "Please tell you're not having a fucking rich boy tantrum right now. I really don't feel like dealing with it." Quatre scowled.
"Mr.Winner?" Duo said, speaking for the first time since Heero's surprising tirade. Quatre looked up. "Did you really cheat on Heero?"
"Well..." Quatre started. It seemed like it was his night for interruptions.
"It's either yes or no, Mr.Winner. With sex, there's no in between." Duo looked thoughtful. "Unless there's something I haven't tried..." Saotoshi smiled at Duo's attempt at humor.Atleast he was far away from the 'I'll beat the living shit out of you for what you did to him' mode. For now anyway.
"I admit I was unfaithful to him on more than one occasion, but I don't-" Interrupted. Again.
"Mr. Winner, I am rapidly losing patience with you. Just say what you mean. You were dicking around behind Hee-chan's back. That's that." 'Guess he's closer than I thought' Sao thought.
"Mr. Maxwell, such crudeness is uncalled for-"
"Mr.Winner-"
"STOP FUCKING INTERRUPTING ME!" Quatre yelled. Duo and Saotoshi stared at the heaving, red-faced blonde. "Now, I believe that you two are being deliberately cruel to me because of some misplaced affinity you have with Heero-"
"I love him," Duo interrupted.
"-and I believe that...wait, what?" Quatre asked.
"I said I love him," Duo repeated. Quatre stared.
"You're joking, right?" he asked, staring at Duo as if he were crazy.
"No, I'm very sure. Since this morning, actually." Duo looked thoughtful. "Or maybe it was two years ago when I watched an angel tramp into town looking world-weary and pissed. " He glared at Quatre. "And besides, why is it so hard to believe that Heero could be loved in such a short time?"
"Well, he's a great fuck, but not much-" Before Quatre could finish his sentence, Duo was over him, delivering punch after hard punch to the blonde's pretty face.
"Duo! Duo, stop!" Saotoshi yelled, grabbing one of Duo's fists. That seemed to calm him. He pulled away from Quatre.
"Get the fuck out of my house," he snarled quietly. Quatre stood, attempting to shake some of his own blood off of his expensive shirt. Duo snapped. "I SAID NOW!" Slightly frightened, Quatre hurried to the doorway. He turned one final time.
"I'll only tell you this once. You love him now, but hurt him once, and he'll do the same thing to you he did to me." Quatre attempted to clean his ruined shirt again. "Think about it." And then he was gone.
Duo sank to the den rug, clutching his bloodied fists to his stomach. Saotoshi had on arm over his shoulders, and the other rubbing his arm soothingly. "Dammit," Duo croaked, before he began to cry.
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'Oh Duo' Heero moaned silently. 'He'll never love me now. Damned and double damned to every hell there is! Quatre. Always Quatre. That bastard had ruined his life twice now.' "Fuck!" Heero said, attempting to voice his anger. 'I wish I was dead.'
'Do you really?' said a melodic voice.
"Wha...?" Heero whispered.
'Do you really want to die? It can be arranged, you know. Quite easily' said the voice. 'A little push here, a little nudge there, and you'll be commiting suicide.'
"But..." Heero began.
'Not what you want? And so close too' the voice said spitefully. 'I bet you're killing some brain cells over this Quatre thing, aren't you? Still love him, don't you?'
"N..nai," Heero murmured. He was lapsing back into Japanese.
'You lie. I can feel it in you. Why else would you hesitate when denying it? Why else would you feel calmer when he is around. Why else would you be thinking of apologizing with him right now so that he'll take you back after all that shit you spouted?'
"Iya!" Heero cried. "I love Duo!"
'Reality is harsh, isn't it? But I suspect you do love this Duo person. Being the little slut you are' the voice taunted.
"No! You don't understand!" Heero cried.
'Oh, don't I? I'm your conscience, you stupid fuck? I'm YOU. I know every little filthy thing you ever did. You remember? Do you remember Wufei?'
Heero could only sink tiredly to the floor as his mind replayed one of the most degrading events of his life.
~Flashback~
Heero was hurt. So fucking hurt by what Quatre had done. He'd loved him so much, and in return for that, was left for his cousin Trowa. That disgusting little slut. Always coming over to pant at Quatre, desperately trying to be noticed.
Well, the little fucker's clumsy flirting finally paid off. Trowa was currently in Heero's bed, fucking Quatre. That was why Heero was currently sitting in a bar, downing his seventeenth bloody mary. He was well and truly drunk.
Someone sat beside him. It was a chinese boy with smooth black hair and entrancing eyes. "Hey," the boy said in a husky voice.
"Hi," Heero muttered. He turned away and ordered his eighteenth drink that night. The bartender wouldn't give it to him.
"Aww, come on, Zechsy. The kid needs it," said a darkhaired woman near the bartender.
"No, Noin. The boy is drunk. Anymore and he'll do something he'll regret," the blonde bartender said.
"The bartender is right," said the chinese boy. "Maybe you shouldn't drink anymore."
"Nonsense," Heero said, waving for his drink. Reluctantly, the bartender obliged. Downing it, Heero stood. An upbeat song started on the small bar radio. "Wanna dance?" he asked the chinese boy.
"I don't think-" Before the boy could object anymore, Heero swept him from his seat and onto the small dance floor with several other young couples. He started dancing to the music, the alcohol loosening his limbs. Soon, the chinese boy couldn't resist anymore and joined in. The dance turned into something almost inappropriate for the dance floor.
Heero heard the bartender say he wouldn't last the night, and would probably do something he'd greatly regret later.
~End Flashback~
The bartender from so long ago had been right. That night, Heero had convinced the chinese boy, who he later learned was called Chang Wufei, to have sex with him. It had been wonderful, but empty. He'd felt so bad that he just had to tell someone. Unfortunately, the first person he saw the next morning after Wufei was Trowa. And, damn his running mouth, he'd told him.
Of course, the information got back to Quatre, who just happened to be fucking Trowa, and Heero was cast out for good. That's when he moved to this small town. And met Duo. And fell in love. Duo would never love him now, once Heero cracked and told him that he feared he loved Quatre still. "Dammit!" Heero cried. 'Maybe I'll never go back. I can't hurt Duo then.'
Somewhere in Heero's subconscious mind, an evil conscience smiled.
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Great chapter, ne? Obviously, I'm mega highstrung, because all I've been able to do is write emotional chapters. I'll try to gradually shift it back to humor and happiness in later chapters if you want. Well, Review!
A/N: Back again, minna? And I though you left me. It warms my heart to know I still have fans. *sniff* Anyway, this'll be the chapter with even more emotional stuff, maybe a little sex, and I might just bring Tro-chan in. You'll just have to read and see. Enjoy!
Chapter Eight: Dammit!
Duo watched his angel-or was it Quatre's angel- walk heroicly out the door. Tears in his deep Prussian eyes. 'Fuck!' Duo turned to Saotoshi, but she was busy killing Quatre with her eyes.
"You cheated on him, then you have the nerve to come to his new boyfriend's house and announce that you'll be taking him home with you?" Saotoshi asked incrediously.
"You don't understand," Quatre said tightly, his boyish features strained with agitation.
"I don't understand? I think Heero just gave us sufficient reason to throw you out on your ass," Saotoshi said. "So I suggest you think of a safer way to plead your case. Like maybe, oh I don't know, get the hell out and forget about him?" Saotoshi knew she was being deliberately rude to one of the richest people in the last century, but sometime between now and earlier that day, she had grown to really like Heero. As she suspected Duo did. His silence unnerved her.
"I have every right to-" Quatre started.
'Fuck it, I'm screwed anyway' Sao thought. "I am so close to throwing you out on your ass right now the scene has replayed in my thoughts several times. Don't give me a reason to do it," Saotoshi barked. Quatre looked sullen. 'My God, is he pouting?!' "Please tell you're not having a fucking rich boy tantrum right now. I really don't feel like dealing with it." Quatre scowled.
"Mr.Winner?" Duo said, speaking for the first time since Heero's surprising tirade. Quatre looked up. "Did you really cheat on Heero?"
"Well..." Quatre started. It seemed like it was his night for interruptions.
"It's either yes or no, Mr.Winner. With sex, there's no in between." Duo looked thoughtful. "Unless there's something I haven't tried..." Saotoshi smiled at Duo's attempt at humor.Atleast he was far away from the 'I'll beat the living shit out of you for what you did to him' mode. For now anyway.
"I admit I was unfaithful to him on more than one occasion, but I don't-" Interrupted. Again.
"Mr. Winner, I am rapidly losing patience with you. Just say what you mean. You were dicking around behind Hee-chan's back. That's that." 'Guess he's closer than I thought' Sao thought.
"Mr. Maxwell, such crudeness is uncalled for-"
"Mr.Winner-"
"STOP FUCKING INTERRUPTING ME!" Quatre yelled. Duo and Saotoshi stared at the heaving, red-faced blonde. "Now, I believe that you two are being deliberately cruel to me because of some misplaced affinity you have with Heero-"
"I love him," Duo interrupted.
"-and I believe that...wait, what?" Quatre asked.
"I said I love him," Duo repeated. Quatre stared.
"You're joking, right?" he asked, staring at Duo as if he were crazy.
"No, I'm very sure. Since this morning, actually." Duo looked thoughtful. "Or maybe it was two years ago when I watched an angel tramp into town looking world-weary and pissed. " He glared at Quatre. "And besides, why is it so hard to believe that Heero could be loved in such a short time?"
"Well, he's a great fuck, but not much-" Before Quatre could finish his sentence, Duo was over him, delivering punch after hard punch to the blonde's pretty face.
"Duo! Duo, stop!" Saotoshi yelled, grabbing one of Duo's fists. That seemed to calm him. He pulled away from Quatre.
"Get the fuck out of my house," he snarled quietly. Quatre stood, attempting to shake some of his own blood off of his expensive shirt. Duo snapped. "I SAID NOW!" Slightly frightened, Quatre hurried to the doorway. He turned one final time.
"I'll only tell you this once. You love him now, but hurt him once, and he'll do the same thing to you he did to me." Quatre attempted to clean his ruined shirt again. "Think about it." And then he was gone.
Duo sank to the den rug, clutching his bloodied fists to his stomach. Saotoshi had on arm over his shoulders, and the other rubbing his arm soothingly. "Dammit," Duo croaked, before he began to cry.
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'Oh Duo' Heero moaned silently. 'He'll never love me now. Damned and double damned to every hell there is! Quatre. Always Quatre. That bastard had ruined his life twice now.' "Fuck!" Heero said, attempting to voice his anger. 'I wish I was dead.'
'Do you really?' said a melodic voice.
"Wha...?" Heero whispered.
'Do you really want to die? It can be arranged, you know. Quite easily' said the voice. 'A little push here, a little nudge there, and you'll be commiting suicide.'
"But..." Heero began.
'Not what you want? And so close too' the voice said spitefully. 'I bet you're killing some brain cells over this Quatre thing, aren't you? Still love him, don't you?'
"N..nai," Heero murmured. He was lapsing back into Japanese.
'You lie. I can feel it in you. Why else would you hesitate when denying it? Why else would you feel calmer when he is around. Why else would you be thinking of apologizing with him right now so that he'll take you back after all that shit you spouted?'
"Iya!" Heero cried. "I love Duo!"
'Reality is harsh, isn't it? But I suspect you do love this Duo person. Being the little slut you are' the voice taunted.
"No! You don't understand!" Heero cried.
'Oh, don't I? I'm your conscience, you stupid fuck? I'm YOU. I know every little filthy thing you ever did. You remember? Do you remember Wufei?'
Heero could only sink tiredly to the floor as his mind replayed one of the most degrading events of his life.
~Flashback~
Heero was hurt. So fucking hurt by what Quatre had done. He'd loved him so much, and in return for that, was left for his cousin Trowa. That disgusting little slut. Always coming over to pant at Quatre, desperately trying to be noticed.
Well, the little fucker's clumsy flirting finally paid off. Trowa was currently in Heero's bed, fucking Quatre. That was why Heero was currently sitting in a bar, downing his seventeenth bloody mary. He was well and truly drunk.
Someone sat beside him. It was a chinese boy with smooth black hair and entrancing eyes. "Hey," the boy said in a husky voice.
"Hi," Heero muttered. He turned away and ordered his eighteenth drink that night. The bartender wouldn't give it to him.
"Aww, come on, Zechsy. The kid needs it," said a darkhaired woman near the bartender.
"No, Noin. The boy is drunk. Anymore and he'll do something he'll regret," the blonde bartender said.
"The bartender is right," said the chinese boy. "Maybe you shouldn't drink anymore."
"Nonsense," Heero said, waving for his drink. Reluctantly, the bartender obliged. Downing it, Heero stood. An upbeat song started on the small bar radio. "Wanna dance?" he asked the chinese boy.
"I don't think-" Before the boy could object anymore, Heero swept him from his seat and onto the small dance floor with several other young couples. He started dancing to the music, the alcohol loosening his limbs. Soon, the chinese boy couldn't resist anymore and joined in. The dance turned into something almost inappropriate for the dance floor.
Heero heard the bartender say he wouldn't last the night, and would probably do something he'd greatly regret later.
~End Flashback~
The bartender from so long ago had been right. That night, Heero had convinced the chinese boy, who he later learned was called Chang Wufei, to have sex with him. It had been wonderful, but empty. He'd felt so bad that he just had to tell someone. Unfortunately, the first person he saw the next morning after Wufei was Trowa. And, damn his running mouth, he'd told him.
Of course, the information got back to Quatre, who just happened to be fucking Trowa, and Heero was cast out for good. That's when he moved to this small town. And met Duo. And fell in love. Duo would never love him now, once Heero cracked and told him that he feared he loved Quatre still. "Dammit!" Heero cried. 'Maybe I'll never go back. I can't hurt Duo then.'
Somewhere in Heero's subconscious mind, an evil conscience smiled.
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Great chapter, ne? Obviously, I'm mega highstrung, because all I've been able to do is write emotional chapters. I'll try to gradually shift it back to humor and happiness in later chapters if you want. Well, Review!
