Title: 'A Cup of Coffee'
Author: Makoto Sagara
Pairings: 1x2, 2x?, 3x4, 1xR
Archive: http://www.angelfire.com/anime3/makotosagara/, http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1298277 , http://afallenangel.net/fandom/ , http://wufeiduo.net/
Rating: PG-13
Category: Angst
Warnings: Major angst, shonen ai, AU, OOC, Bastard Heero
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing. I just wish I owned it. Then I wouldn't be poor. I don't own the words to this song. The lovely Shirley Manson & Garbage wrote them. I'm just borrowing both of these, for entertainment purposes only. Suing is pointless; you would only get some pennies. ^_^
Symbol explanations:
~ Blah ~ Lyrics of song
* Blah * Chorus of song
*~*~*~*~* Change of scene
Duo ran into the small coffee shop down the street from his job to meet his lover, Heero, for a drink after work. He opened the door and looked around. 'There he is. In the corner. The only one who looks uncomfortable. He's so cute right now.' The chestnut-haired young man smiled and walked over to the corner to sit with his brown haired companion.
"Sorry I'm late, Hee-chan. There was a last minute emergency that just HAD to be taken care of before Ms. Schmitt would let me leave." He ran out at top speed.
"It's ok, baka. How was your day?" The older boy asked, and shuffled in his seat.
'Why is he so nervous? I didn't do anything stupid this morning, did I?' The braided boy thought silently to himself. "It was fine, Hee-chan. Is there something wrong? You look really nervous and uncomfortable."
"No, there's nothing wrong. I had to…" Heero was cut off by the waitress.
"Is there anything I can get you gents?" She looked over at Duo. "Oh, hey Duo, the regular?"
"Yeah, and Heero will want to have a small espresso."
"Kay. Be back in few." She waved and went off to place their order.
"Come here often?" Heero's eyebrow cocked up.
"Everyday, at least for lunch. So what were you going to say?" Duo smiled sweetly at him.
"Um, Duo, how happy are you?" Heero shifted in his seat, his discomfort showing openly.
"Huh? What? I'm happy just like normal." 'Why is he acting like this?'
"Duo, I have to say something. I…" The waitress cut Heero again.
"Here ya go. Enjoy." She winked at Duo, placed the cups down, and walked away.
"Duo, I don't love you anymore. I don't want to be with you anymore." Heero glared at his companion.
The braided boy just sat there. A tear slid from his amethyst eyes. He was too numb to get up and walk after his lover. "You… don't… love… me?" He whispered.
"I… I've found someone else."
"You're dumping me over a cup of coffee?" The violet eyed boy broke down, and starting crying.
"I hope we can be friends still. We were friends before anything else." He placed a hand on the smaller boy's arm.
"Friends? Do you know how lame that sounds?" Duo croaked out, and snatched his arm out of the taller boy's reach. "Don't touch me."
"I… I'm sorry. I just couldn't keep lying to you and to myself." He looked really hurt. "I'm really sorry."
"Just go away then." He placed his head on his arms and started sobbing loudly.
Heero walked away, and paid the bill before leaving the coffee shop.
~ You told me you don't love me over a cup of coffee
And I just have to look away
A million miles between us
Planets crashing to dust
I just let it fade away ~
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The week went by and Duo was still numbed over the loss.
"Duo, are you ok? You seem to been very distracted. I like you, but if you don't start working, I'm gonna have to let you go." His boss, Ms. Une Schmitt, told him. She ran a hand through her red hair distractedly. "Duo, is there any trouble at home? You know, with your boyfriend?"
"He dumped me." Duo replied coldly. He suddenly busted into tears.
"Oh my god. Why?"
"He doesn't love me anymore. And he did it over a cup of coffee." He replied bitterly.
The tall woman hugged her smaller framed employee. "Oh, Duo, I'm sorry. Take a few days off."
"I can't. Everything at home reminds me of Heero."
"Duo, take a vacation. You've got enough time coming to you, and I can keep up the shop while you are away for a few days. In fact, I order you to. You are too distracted to work here until you get things in order." The woman sighed.
"Fine. I'll take a few days off. I'll be back Monday."
"Good. I'll see you Monday. Get some sleep." She shook her head as he walked out of the door of the small store. 'That damn Yuy, he was always so inconsiderate.'
Duo didn't go home. He just walked and walked. He wasn't even thinking about where his feet were carrying him. The only thing on his mind was Heero.
'I miss him. What did I do? I would have changed anything if I had known what it was. I love him.'
He looked up and saw Heero's SUV parked in front of a familiar house. He looked at the house and saw the lights on in the dining room. Heero was there, and also there was another person. 'His new lover, I guess.'
The other person faced the window, and that's when Duo saw him, or her to be more correct. The couple seemed quite content with each other. 'Relena? He dumped me for Relena?' A tear slid from his eye silently and he just walked away, going wherever his feet carried him.
~ I'm walking empty streets hoping we might meet
I see your car parked on the road
A light on at your window
I know for sure that you're home
But I just have to pass on by ~
"Friends? He said he wanted to be friends. I can't be friends with him. I remember to vividly what it was like to be in his arms. I knew there was something wrong in the last couple of months, but I blew it off as my paranoia." Duo stopped, and took a few choked breaths.
"Oh, Duo, I'm sorry." Quatre looked at his best friend. He definitely didn't look like the boy he had known for 10 years. He looked ragged and out of sorts. "Has he called you?"
"Yes, he came by to get most of his things too. He's with Relena." He just sat there.
"Relena? But I thought he didn't like her?" Quatre was shocked to hear this latest news. "How do you know?"
"I was walking earlier, and I ended up going by his house. They were both there, eating dinner. They looked really happy. He was happier than I have ever seen him."
"What are you going to do? I mean you have a vacation. You should go out of town. Get some sun, some rest, something. You look like shit."
"Thanks, Q-man, you always know what to say to make me feel better." He looked at his friend. "I don't really have any money to get out of town."
* So no of course we can't be friends
Not while I'm still this obsessed
I guess I always knew the score
This is how our story ends *
"How about You, Trowa, and I all go out tonight? We could go to a bar. Just relax." Quatre offered.
Duo pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one. He puffed on it ceremoniously. "Just what I want. I really want to tag along with you and your lover to a bar. I don't think so Q-bean. I would just be a third wheel." He sat on his bed and looked at the phone, hoping it would ring.
Quatre thought about the situation. 'That's Heero's brand of cigarettes.' "Well, Trowa said there was this new guy who started on his job. He's from out of town, and doesn't know any of the sites. Maybe all four of us could go out. That way you wouldn't feel like a third wheel."
"I'll think about it." Duo laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. "I'm kinda tired. I'll call you if I have an answer."
Quatre threw a worried glance at his friend. "Ok, Duo. I'll come over tomorrow to see how you are. I'll show myself out. Bye."
"Bye." He whispered, and started crying again.
~ I smoke your brand of cigarettes
And pray that you might give me a call
I lie around in bed all day just staring at the walls ~
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Duo picked up the phone and dialed Quatre's number. "Ok, I'll take you up on your offer."
There was an audible sigh coming from the other end. "Good. We have Trowa's new friend here. His name is Chang Wufei. We'll come and get you. How does one of the bars downtown sound?"
"Fine. I'll get ready."
"We'll be there in about 10 minutes."
"See you then." He hung up. Sighing, he dragged himself out of his bed, and looked through his closet, grabbing whatever he could find that matched.
Five minutes later, Quatre knocked on Duo's door, and when he didn't get an answer, he opened it and walked upstairs to his friend's room.
"You look good, but are you gonna brush your hair?"
"What's wrong with my hair?"
"Well, it's not as neat as it usually is. Here I'll help you." Quatre pulled the braid out and brushed his friend's long hair. "Do you want to put it back into a braid again, or leave it out?"
"I don't care. Just leave it. Let's go." He walked downstairs. Quatre followed.
"Trowa and Wufei are waiting for us there. I'll drive us."
"Kay." Duo opened the door and walked out to Quatre's convertible.
Quatre picked up Duo's keys and wallet, and locked the door behind him. He slid into the driver's seat of his car, and handed Duo's things to the dejected looking boy. "Here. I locked the house up."
"Thanks." Duo took his wallet and keys.
Quatre shot a look at his friend. 'He looks like crap. Maybe he'll feel better after a little time out. He used to love this.'
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A short drive later, and five minutes spent trying to find a parking space; the boys arrived at the bar. Quatre pointed to his tall brown haired lover, and to a shorter, caramel coloured boy next to them.
"There's Trowa, and Wufei."
"Wufei? You didn't mention he was Chinese."
"Is that a problem?"
Duo shook his head. "No."
They walked over to the other two boys.
"Duo, you look great." Trowa shook his hand. "This is my new friend, Chang Wufei. Wufei, this is the guy I was telling you about. Duo Maxwell."
The Chinese man looked the American over. "Duo." He held his hand out. A limp hand reached out and took it. "Nice to finally meet you. Quatre and Trowa have told me so much, I feel as if I already know you." He smiled warmly.
"Ah, well let's get inside, before it's impossible to do so. This place usually is really crowded on the weekends." Duo walked in and paid his cover charge.
"Is he normally this unresponsive?" Wufei asked, puzzled by the American's attitude.
"No, he's usually a lot more fun. He and his boyfriend just broke up recently." Quatre said to cover up his friend's rude behaviour.
"I see. Well, I guess he is right. It's starting to get really crowded by the door."
"It's never crowded for a Winner." Quatre smiled and flashed the doorman his ID.
"Mr. Winner, nice to see you again. And Mr. Barton as well. Enjoy your night."
"Thanks, Rashid. Don't hurt anyone." Quatre winked at the huge bouncer.
"I'll try." He opened the door and allowed the three men inside.
Duo was already at the bar with a big bottle of beer when Quatre found him. "Duo, are you gonna be ok?"
"Yeah, go have fun with Trowa. I'll be fine. Don't worry." He gave him a weak smile.
Quatre shot him an unbelieving glance. "Fine, but I'll be back to check on you. Try and be nice to Wufei." He walked away and found his lover on the dance floor.
"Don't worry about it, Duo. I know what it's like to lose a lover. My wife, Merian, died about a year ago."
Duo looked up at the exotic man. He looked genuinely sad over that. "It sucks, doesn't it?"
"To put it mildly, yes, it sucks. But, eventually, you can move on."
"Move on? Why does everyone use that expression? I can't move on. He was the only person I ever loved. And now, he doesn't love me." He started to sob into his beer. "I wish I could just die."
Wufei finally managed to get the longhaired boy out on the dance floor for a while. Of course, by this point, Duo had had a few beers, and a few shots of tequila.
Quatre came up to the two men dancing wildly. "Wufei, Trowa and I have to go home. Do you think you could give Duo a ride home?"
Wufei looked up at the blond. "Sure, no problem. See you Monday, Trowa." He waved at them, and quickly caught Duo before the drunken boy fell.
Quatre leaned over to his best friend. "Duo, I have to go. I have some things to do tomorrow." He looked at his watch. "Well, later today. Wufei is going to take you home. I'll call you tomorrow night. I have to go. Love ya." He waved at the two men and he and his lover left the club.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A blinding light woke Duo up the next day. He laid his head back on his pillow, and felt a warm, hard body next to his. He closed his eyes, and snuggled next to the person next to him. "Hmmm, Hee-chan, if my hangover is any evaluation of what happened last night, don't open your eyes. It's way to bright outside."
The body next to him rolled over. "K'so, you're right. Shimatta."
'That's not Hee-chan's voice.' Duo sat up and opened his eyes, ignoring the gigantic headache that was pounding behind his eyes. "Oh my god, you're not Heero. Who…. Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Wufei, right? I have to go."
Duo jumped out of the strange bed and started scouring the floor for his clothes. He threw them on haphazardly, and ran outside.
"Shit. It's bright, and obnoxious." He looked around. His neighbor, Hilde, was outside watering her lawn.
"Oi, Duo, it's nice to see you up and about. Looking good, but kinda rumpled. You and Heero have a wild night last night?" She winked at him.
'That's Hilde. OH SHIT! This is MY house.' Duo waved to his neighbor. "Something like that. I have to go back in. Talk to you later." Duo walked back inside. 'This really is my house. There's my couch.'
He walked back upstairs to talk to the other person in his bedroom.
Wufei looked up from dressing himself as the small man walked in. "Look, I'm sorry. I promised Quatre and Trowa I would get you home. When I dropped you off, you could barely walk. I helped you inside and upstairs. And well, one thing led to another. I'm really sorry." He walked past Duo.
Duo grabbed his arm. "I'm really sorry. I seduced you when I was drunk and then ran out on you." He smiled weakly. "I hope I was fun some time last night."
"Yeah you were. Once you loosened up." The Chinese boy smiled and left.
~ Hanging round at night in bars
Wishing I had never been born
And give myself to anyone who wants to take me home ~
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Duo, I hope we can be friends. Relena really wants to be friends with you and the others. Please call us back." Heero's voice called from the answering machine.
'Friends??? Why would I want to be friends with the man who broke my heart, and his new tramp?" Duo cried, and pushed the erase button. He then walked up the stairs and went back to bed.
*So no of course we cant be friends
Not while I still feel like this
I guess I always knew the score
This is where our story ends *
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Duo decided that he had to clean up his house. The clothes were everywhere, and he couldn't remember what was clean or not. He was going through the clothes on the bedroom floor, when he came across a shirt and a pair of jeans that belonged to Heero.
He got queasy and light-headed as he picked them up and threw them in the trash. "No need to keep them around to remind me." He said and went back to cleaning. A few minutes later, he ran into the bathroom and threw up.
The phone rang, and he let it ring and ring, till the answering machine picked it up.
"Duo? This is Quatre. Pick up the phone. I know you are there. Une said you have today off. Why wont you answer the phone anymore? Duo? I'm really worried about you. Please answer the phone. I saw you the other day at the shop. You look painfully thin. Duo?" Quatre's voice stopped, and was replaced by Trowa's.
"Maxwell, please answer. You are not taking care of yourself. Une has asked us to talk to you, but we can't reach you. You don't answer the phone or your door. We are your friends. Please talk to us." He stopped. "Fine. Talk to us when you feel up to it." They hung up.
~You left behind some clothes
My belly summersaults when I pick them off the floor
My friends all say they're worried
I'm looking far too skinny
I've stopped returning all their calls ~
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Duo, this is Relena. I'm calling to tell you about Heero's and my engagement. We would like to see you at the party. It's this Saturday. I hope you show up. It will be at Heero's house." She stopped. "I'm sorry that he did that to you." BEEP!
"She doesn't sound very sorry to me. In fact the bitch sounds down right ecstatic. They can both go to hell." Duo yelled at the empty house.
The phone rang again.
"Duo, this is Heero. I'm calling you from work. I see you aren't home again. Relena and I would like for you to come to the party Saturday. Of course, we'll understand if you don't want to come. I really wanted us to stay friends. I hope you aren't too mad at me. I just couldn't keep lying to you about how I felt. Ja." BEEP!
"STOP SAYING THAT!" Duo picked up the answering machine and threw it against the wall, breaking it. "YOU WOULDN'T GIVE ME A REAL REASON! I CANT EVEN ASK WHERE I FUCKED UP!"
He slumped to the floor, and curled up into a little ball.
*And no of course we can't be friends
Not while I'm still so obsessed
I want to ask where I went wrong
But don't say anything at all *
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
That Saturday, Duo was at work, when the waitress from the coffee shop came in.
"Duo, there you are. I haven't seen you in months. What happened? How come you never come in anymore?"
"Because it all started with a cup of coffee." Duo replied cryptically.
~ It took a cup of coffee
To prove that you don't love me ~
The End.
Author: Makoto Sagara
Pairings: 1x2, 2x?, 3x4, 1xR
Archive: http://www.angelfire.com/anime3/makotosagara/, http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1298277 , http://afallenangel.net/fandom/ , http://wufeiduo.net/
Rating: PG-13
Category: Angst
Warnings: Major angst, shonen ai, AU, OOC, Bastard Heero
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing. I just wish I owned it. Then I wouldn't be poor. I don't own the words to this song. The lovely Shirley Manson & Garbage wrote them. I'm just borrowing both of these, for entertainment purposes only. Suing is pointless; you would only get some pennies. ^_^
Symbol explanations:
~ Blah ~ Lyrics of song
* Blah * Chorus of song
*~*~*~*~* Change of scene
Duo ran into the small coffee shop down the street from his job to meet his lover, Heero, for a drink after work. He opened the door and looked around. 'There he is. In the corner. The only one who looks uncomfortable. He's so cute right now.' The chestnut-haired young man smiled and walked over to the corner to sit with his brown haired companion.
"Sorry I'm late, Hee-chan. There was a last minute emergency that just HAD to be taken care of before Ms. Schmitt would let me leave." He ran out at top speed.
"It's ok, baka. How was your day?" The older boy asked, and shuffled in his seat.
'Why is he so nervous? I didn't do anything stupid this morning, did I?' The braided boy thought silently to himself. "It was fine, Hee-chan. Is there something wrong? You look really nervous and uncomfortable."
"No, there's nothing wrong. I had to…" Heero was cut off by the waitress.
"Is there anything I can get you gents?" She looked over at Duo. "Oh, hey Duo, the regular?"
"Yeah, and Heero will want to have a small espresso."
"Kay. Be back in few." She waved and went off to place their order.
"Come here often?" Heero's eyebrow cocked up.
"Everyday, at least for lunch. So what were you going to say?" Duo smiled sweetly at him.
"Um, Duo, how happy are you?" Heero shifted in his seat, his discomfort showing openly.
"Huh? What? I'm happy just like normal." 'Why is he acting like this?'
"Duo, I have to say something. I…" The waitress cut Heero again.
"Here ya go. Enjoy." She winked at Duo, placed the cups down, and walked away.
"Duo, I don't love you anymore. I don't want to be with you anymore." Heero glared at his companion.
The braided boy just sat there. A tear slid from his amethyst eyes. He was too numb to get up and walk after his lover. "You… don't… love… me?" He whispered.
"I… I've found someone else."
"You're dumping me over a cup of coffee?" The violet eyed boy broke down, and starting crying.
"I hope we can be friends still. We were friends before anything else." He placed a hand on the smaller boy's arm.
"Friends? Do you know how lame that sounds?" Duo croaked out, and snatched his arm out of the taller boy's reach. "Don't touch me."
"I… I'm sorry. I just couldn't keep lying to you and to myself." He looked really hurt. "I'm really sorry."
"Just go away then." He placed his head on his arms and started sobbing loudly.
Heero walked away, and paid the bill before leaving the coffee shop.
~ You told me you don't love me over a cup of coffee
And I just have to look away
A million miles between us
Planets crashing to dust
I just let it fade away ~
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The week went by and Duo was still numbed over the loss.
"Duo, are you ok? You seem to been very distracted. I like you, but if you don't start working, I'm gonna have to let you go." His boss, Ms. Une Schmitt, told him. She ran a hand through her red hair distractedly. "Duo, is there any trouble at home? You know, with your boyfriend?"
"He dumped me." Duo replied coldly. He suddenly busted into tears.
"Oh my god. Why?"
"He doesn't love me anymore. And he did it over a cup of coffee." He replied bitterly.
The tall woman hugged her smaller framed employee. "Oh, Duo, I'm sorry. Take a few days off."
"I can't. Everything at home reminds me of Heero."
"Duo, take a vacation. You've got enough time coming to you, and I can keep up the shop while you are away for a few days. In fact, I order you to. You are too distracted to work here until you get things in order." The woman sighed.
"Fine. I'll take a few days off. I'll be back Monday."
"Good. I'll see you Monday. Get some sleep." She shook her head as he walked out of the door of the small store. 'That damn Yuy, he was always so inconsiderate.'
Duo didn't go home. He just walked and walked. He wasn't even thinking about where his feet were carrying him. The only thing on his mind was Heero.
'I miss him. What did I do? I would have changed anything if I had known what it was. I love him.'
He looked up and saw Heero's SUV parked in front of a familiar house. He looked at the house and saw the lights on in the dining room. Heero was there, and also there was another person. 'His new lover, I guess.'
The other person faced the window, and that's when Duo saw him, or her to be more correct. The couple seemed quite content with each other. 'Relena? He dumped me for Relena?' A tear slid from his eye silently and he just walked away, going wherever his feet carried him.
~ I'm walking empty streets hoping we might meet
I see your car parked on the road
A light on at your window
I know for sure that you're home
But I just have to pass on by ~
"Friends? He said he wanted to be friends. I can't be friends with him. I remember to vividly what it was like to be in his arms. I knew there was something wrong in the last couple of months, but I blew it off as my paranoia." Duo stopped, and took a few choked breaths.
"Oh, Duo, I'm sorry." Quatre looked at his best friend. He definitely didn't look like the boy he had known for 10 years. He looked ragged and out of sorts. "Has he called you?"
"Yes, he came by to get most of his things too. He's with Relena." He just sat there.
"Relena? But I thought he didn't like her?" Quatre was shocked to hear this latest news. "How do you know?"
"I was walking earlier, and I ended up going by his house. They were both there, eating dinner. They looked really happy. He was happier than I have ever seen him."
"What are you going to do? I mean you have a vacation. You should go out of town. Get some sun, some rest, something. You look like shit."
"Thanks, Q-man, you always know what to say to make me feel better." He looked at his friend. "I don't really have any money to get out of town."
* So no of course we can't be friends
Not while I'm still this obsessed
I guess I always knew the score
This is how our story ends *
"How about You, Trowa, and I all go out tonight? We could go to a bar. Just relax." Quatre offered.
Duo pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one. He puffed on it ceremoniously. "Just what I want. I really want to tag along with you and your lover to a bar. I don't think so Q-bean. I would just be a third wheel." He sat on his bed and looked at the phone, hoping it would ring.
Quatre thought about the situation. 'That's Heero's brand of cigarettes.' "Well, Trowa said there was this new guy who started on his job. He's from out of town, and doesn't know any of the sites. Maybe all four of us could go out. That way you wouldn't feel like a third wheel."
"I'll think about it." Duo laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. "I'm kinda tired. I'll call you if I have an answer."
Quatre threw a worried glance at his friend. "Ok, Duo. I'll come over tomorrow to see how you are. I'll show myself out. Bye."
"Bye." He whispered, and started crying again.
~ I smoke your brand of cigarettes
And pray that you might give me a call
I lie around in bed all day just staring at the walls ~
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Duo picked up the phone and dialed Quatre's number. "Ok, I'll take you up on your offer."
There was an audible sigh coming from the other end. "Good. We have Trowa's new friend here. His name is Chang Wufei. We'll come and get you. How does one of the bars downtown sound?"
"Fine. I'll get ready."
"We'll be there in about 10 minutes."
"See you then." He hung up. Sighing, he dragged himself out of his bed, and looked through his closet, grabbing whatever he could find that matched.
Five minutes later, Quatre knocked on Duo's door, and when he didn't get an answer, he opened it and walked upstairs to his friend's room.
"You look good, but are you gonna brush your hair?"
"What's wrong with my hair?"
"Well, it's not as neat as it usually is. Here I'll help you." Quatre pulled the braid out and brushed his friend's long hair. "Do you want to put it back into a braid again, or leave it out?"
"I don't care. Just leave it. Let's go." He walked downstairs. Quatre followed.
"Trowa and Wufei are waiting for us there. I'll drive us."
"Kay." Duo opened the door and walked out to Quatre's convertible.
Quatre picked up Duo's keys and wallet, and locked the door behind him. He slid into the driver's seat of his car, and handed Duo's things to the dejected looking boy. "Here. I locked the house up."
"Thanks." Duo took his wallet and keys.
Quatre shot a look at his friend. 'He looks like crap. Maybe he'll feel better after a little time out. He used to love this.'
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A short drive later, and five minutes spent trying to find a parking space; the boys arrived at the bar. Quatre pointed to his tall brown haired lover, and to a shorter, caramel coloured boy next to them.
"There's Trowa, and Wufei."
"Wufei? You didn't mention he was Chinese."
"Is that a problem?"
Duo shook his head. "No."
They walked over to the other two boys.
"Duo, you look great." Trowa shook his hand. "This is my new friend, Chang Wufei. Wufei, this is the guy I was telling you about. Duo Maxwell."
The Chinese man looked the American over. "Duo." He held his hand out. A limp hand reached out and took it. "Nice to finally meet you. Quatre and Trowa have told me so much, I feel as if I already know you." He smiled warmly.
"Ah, well let's get inside, before it's impossible to do so. This place usually is really crowded on the weekends." Duo walked in and paid his cover charge.
"Is he normally this unresponsive?" Wufei asked, puzzled by the American's attitude.
"No, he's usually a lot more fun. He and his boyfriend just broke up recently." Quatre said to cover up his friend's rude behaviour.
"I see. Well, I guess he is right. It's starting to get really crowded by the door."
"It's never crowded for a Winner." Quatre smiled and flashed the doorman his ID.
"Mr. Winner, nice to see you again. And Mr. Barton as well. Enjoy your night."
"Thanks, Rashid. Don't hurt anyone." Quatre winked at the huge bouncer.
"I'll try." He opened the door and allowed the three men inside.
Duo was already at the bar with a big bottle of beer when Quatre found him. "Duo, are you gonna be ok?"
"Yeah, go have fun with Trowa. I'll be fine. Don't worry." He gave him a weak smile.
Quatre shot him an unbelieving glance. "Fine, but I'll be back to check on you. Try and be nice to Wufei." He walked away and found his lover on the dance floor.
"Don't worry about it, Duo. I know what it's like to lose a lover. My wife, Merian, died about a year ago."
Duo looked up at the exotic man. He looked genuinely sad over that. "It sucks, doesn't it?"
"To put it mildly, yes, it sucks. But, eventually, you can move on."
"Move on? Why does everyone use that expression? I can't move on. He was the only person I ever loved. And now, he doesn't love me." He started to sob into his beer. "I wish I could just die."
Wufei finally managed to get the longhaired boy out on the dance floor for a while. Of course, by this point, Duo had had a few beers, and a few shots of tequila.
Quatre came up to the two men dancing wildly. "Wufei, Trowa and I have to go home. Do you think you could give Duo a ride home?"
Wufei looked up at the blond. "Sure, no problem. See you Monday, Trowa." He waved at them, and quickly caught Duo before the drunken boy fell.
Quatre leaned over to his best friend. "Duo, I have to go. I have some things to do tomorrow." He looked at his watch. "Well, later today. Wufei is going to take you home. I'll call you tomorrow night. I have to go. Love ya." He waved at the two men and he and his lover left the club.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A blinding light woke Duo up the next day. He laid his head back on his pillow, and felt a warm, hard body next to his. He closed his eyes, and snuggled next to the person next to him. "Hmmm, Hee-chan, if my hangover is any evaluation of what happened last night, don't open your eyes. It's way to bright outside."
The body next to him rolled over. "K'so, you're right. Shimatta."
'That's not Hee-chan's voice.' Duo sat up and opened his eyes, ignoring the gigantic headache that was pounding behind his eyes. "Oh my god, you're not Heero. Who…. Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Wufei, right? I have to go."
Duo jumped out of the strange bed and started scouring the floor for his clothes. He threw them on haphazardly, and ran outside.
"Shit. It's bright, and obnoxious." He looked around. His neighbor, Hilde, was outside watering her lawn.
"Oi, Duo, it's nice to see you up and about. Looking good, but kinda rumpled. You and Heero have a wild night last night?" She winked at him.
'That's Hilde. OH SHIT! This is MY house.' Duo waved to his neighbor. "Something like that. I have to go back in. Talk to you later." Duo walked back inside. 'This really is my house. There's my couch.'
He walked back upstairs to talk to the other person in his bedroom.
Wufei looked up from dressing himself as the small man walked in. "Look, I'm sorry. I promised Quatre and Trowa I would get you home. When I dropped you off, you could barely walk. I helped you inside and upstairs. And well, one thing led to another. I'm really sorry." He walked past Duo.
Duo grabbed his arm. "I'm really sorry. I seduced you when I was drunk and then ran out on you." He smiled weakly. "I hope I was fun some time last night."
"Yeah you were. Once you loosened up." The Chinese boy smiled and left.
~ Hanging round at night in bars
Wishing I had never been born
And give myself to anyone who wants to take me home ~
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Duo, I hope we can be friends. Relena really wants to be friends with you and the others. Please call us back." Heero's voice called from the answering machine.
'Friends??? Why would I want to be friends with the man who broke my heart, and his new tramp?" Duo cried, and pushed the erase button. He then walked up the stairs and went back to bed.
*So no of course we cant be friends
Not while I still feel like this
I guess I always knew the score
This is where our story ends *
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Duo decided that he had to clean up his house. The clothes were everywhere, and he couldn't remember what was clean or not. He was going through the clothes on the bedroom floor, when he came across a shirt and a pair of jeans that belonged to Heero.
He got queasy and light-headed as he picked them up and threw them in the trash. "No need to keep them around to remind me." He said and went back to cleaning. A few minutes later, he ran into the bathroom and threw up.
The phone rang, and he let it ring and ring, till the answering machine picked it up.
"Duo? This is Quatre. Pick up the phone. I know you are there. Une said you have today off. Why wont you answer the phone anymore? Duo? I'm really worried about you. Please answer the phone. I saw you the other day at the shop. You look painfully thin. Duo?" Quatre's voice stopped, and was replaced by Trowa's.
"Maxwell, please answer. You are not taking care of yourself. Une has asked us to talk to you, but we can't reach you. You don't answer the phone or your door. We are your friends. Please talk to us." He stopped. "Fine. Talk to us when you feel up to it." They hung up.
~You left behind some clothes
My belly summersaults when I pick them off the floor
My friends all say they're worried
I'm looking far too skinny
I've stopped returning all their calls ~
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Duo, this is Relena. I'm calling to tell you about Heero's and my engagement. We would like to see you at the party. It's this Saturday. I hope you show up. It will be at Heero's house." She stopped. "I'm sorry that he did that to you." BEEP!
"She doesn't sound very sorry to me. In fact the bitch sounds down right ecstatic. They can both go to hell." Duo yelled at the empty house.
The phone rang again.
"Duo, this is Heero. I'm calling you from work. I see you aren't home again. Relena and I would like for you to come to the party Saturday. Of course, we'll understand if you don't want to come. I really wanted us to stay friends. I hope you aren't too mad at me. I just couldn't keep lying to you about how I felt. Ja." BEEP!
"STOP SAYING THAT!" Duo picked up the answering machine and threw it against the wall, breaking it. "YOU WOULDN'T GIVE ME A REAL REASON! I CANT EVEN ASK WHERE I FUCKED UP!"
He slumped to the floor, and curled up into a little ball.
*And no of course we can't be friends
Not while I'm still so obsessed
I want to ask where I went wrong
But don't say anything at all *
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
That Saturday, Duo was at work, when the waitress from the coffee shop came in.
"Duo, there you are. I haven't seen you in months. What happened? How come you never come in anymore?"
"Because it all started with a cup of coffee." Duo replied cryptically.
~ It took a cup of coffee
To prove that you don't love me ~
The End.