Chapter 1: Da Illest.
(Written to some random Weezer, Rammstein, and Cake songs.)
(Varied Warnings: Silly insertion of favorite games, profanity, shounen-ai, yaoi, eventual lemon, Duo spanking, total lack of attention to any kind of timeline concerns, and possibly a little OOC-ness. I don't get to see much of the show, so my characters are based off of what I know of them from other's stories. Do tell me if they're different on the actual anime/manga. Enjoy, although homophobes and continuity fanatics need not apply.)
(Sheesh, if I were owned GW or made any money off my stories don't you think I could afford a decent set of GW DVDs? I don't even have any bootlegs)
It was three AM, and Duo Maxwell could sense his prey's fear. He stalked the halls, his comrades around him, their weapons searching, searching, but they knew that the kill was his. Around the corner, leaping and ducking to avoid any chance of enemy sniper fire, he crept, already tasting his victim's blood
And there he was. Crouched behind a crate, waiting for an un-expecting warrior to walk into his line of fire. Duo trained his weapon and let off four full-auto blasts. The man slumped, and an electronic voice in his ear declared victory-
And that the man Duo had just killed was switching teams.
"BITCH! I dun TOLD you not ta fuck wid da illest!"
*
Even though he had no real interest in sleeping, Chang Wufei still reserved the right to be pissed about Duo's victory cry. It was far to early to be playing such silly games anyway, not the way he sucked down coffee in the morning.
Couldn't he even be bothered to speak proper English when he screeches his little profanity-laden taunts?
Putting down the copy of Sun Tzu's 'Art of War, a New Translation' he had been relying on to keep him up, Wufei padded softly to the door, silently easing open the door to the quarters he had chosen from the latest safe house. With stealthy stalking that put Duo's to shame, he strode quickly up to the door to the braided tornado's room (hinges still splintered from the last time he turned the music up to loud to hear anyone tell him to turn it down, even after the door went down he had to be tapped on the shoulder to notice anything was wrong), and knocked ever so softly.
Oh, like THAT'S going to work. Damn him and his headphones
Suprisingly, the door was opened before he could try more strenuous measures. "Whadya want?" Asked a red-eyed and pressed-for-time looking Duo, his customary friendliness and geniality erased by the adrenaline of slaying and the effects of sleeping three or four hours a night for weeks on end.
"I WANT you to set aside whatever foolish program caused you to disturb my rest with your grammatically improper celebration. I'll settle for a cessation of such loud gloating, however. As long as it comes with an explanation of whatever magical trick I inadvertently used to make you answer the door."
Duo blinked. And blinked again, sleep deprivation slowing his nerves. "just come in while I force you to speak English, I can't miss any more time" He turned around and wandered back into the maw.
Wufei faced a quandary. It was necessary that the need not to scream in triumph at ungodly hours of the morning be explained to Duo, but if the price was entering his roomWufei shuddered at the thought. On the other hand, I hear gunfire, so maybe the ben dan has found something more interesting to do with his time than I haveinto the breach I suppose
Stepping into the darkened room, Wufei carefully picked his way across a wasteland of dirty clothes to where a ratty-looking braid coiled in the darkness, reflecting the glare from a massive computer monitor. On the monitor a strange set of what appeared to be scores or rankings glowed in shades of red and blue, superimposed over a pixelated desert city.
"Right, got some more time till the next match. Now what the hell were ya talkin about, Wu-man? You can show off your fancy words once I wake up, stick with one or two syllables for now please."
"First things first. Why did you screamwhatever that was?"
Duo sighed. "Just blew some guy fulla holes. He pissed me off, I felt like celebrating. Sorry if I woke you."
"Blew him full of holes? What are you talking about?"
"With an auto-shotgun. Guy was on the other side, took down some of my teammates, so I took him out."
"An auto-shotgun? Why didn't I hear-oh. This is a game, isn't it? One of those online ones?"
Duo rolled his eyes before gluing them to the screen as the scene switched to a small courtyard full of soldiers, the camera obviously held by one of them, since a gun barrel protruded out in front of it. "Of course it's a game. I don't blow people away in real life unless we're on a mission."
Wufei blinked at the bitterness in Duo's voice. What does he have against 'blowing people away'? He always seems to relish it in the midst of battle
"Do you mind if I watch for a while?" Wufei was intrigued by the game, and by Duo's strange tone.
"I'd love the company, Wu-man, pull up a patch of floor. Or bed." He waved vaguely in the direction of the bed, his focus on the game, where the soldiers were grouping together in a pack and beginning the hunt.
Wufei sat cross-legged on the bed, watching the game unfold. It was eerily lifelike, in the sense that a single bullet could end a life, and the weapons were realistically inaccurate in full-auto mode, complete with kick effects.
Duo was obviously a master of the auto-shotgun, though, he racked up seventeen kills through five rounds before he died.
"A pity. So, back to my book I suppose"
"Whadya talking about? I'll be back in the game next round!"
And so he was. Wufei was stunned. "And I thought this was a REALISTIC game"
Duo's voice went all strange again. "I wish it were. I wish reality were more like this." He looked like he was going to say more, but he buttoned up quickly.
"Hey when are you gonna go to sleep anyway, Fei? I mean, why're ya staying up like this? You should be well-rested, lots of silly pranks of mine you need to scream about tomorrow"
Wufei 'hmph'-ed. "Thank you for the warning, Maxwell, but I don't feel like sleep. If I'm bothering you though, I'll go back to my room and read." He slid off the bed and made for the door.
"It's 'k if you wanna stay. I know you just can't RESIST my company!" Duo flashed a trademark grin, the effect spoiled slightly by it being aimed at the center of his attention, the computer, rather than Wufei.
"No thanks, I'll pass. You should get some sleep though, Maxwell. Any more of that screaming and Yuy will refer to you only as 'baka' for the rest of your life"
Duo snickered. "I'll live. As I recently proved, even if he DOES shoot me, I'll just be back next round, and his ammo can't hold out forever."
Wufei snorted softly. "Good night, D-Maxwell." Somehow a 'd' merged with the 'm' in Maxwell, but Duo didn't notice.
"'Night, Fei. Sweet dreams."
The irony almost made Wufei laugh, as he walked back to his room. Sweet dreams, Duo, are why I'm trying to stay up
Like last night. The field of flowers. Meiran-
The dreams are sweet. But reality isn't. All the dreams did was make him miss them, and her, more. It wasn't actually the sleeping Wufei minded.
It was the waking up.
*
Duo sighed, missing Wufei already. He brightened my night. Not that that would take much.
He infinitely preferred his games to sleeping, and Wufei was ever-so-useful for keeping him up.
In dreams and online both I'm killing peopleis that all I'm good for?
His every thought these days was of Shinigami. It was harder and harder to be DUO, Duo Maxwell, the joker, the smiling boy. All he could do was try to kill people who would come back for more. When he slept
When I sleep, the people don't come back. They never will. And the worst part is that I don't care. Every single one of them, like me, with hopes and dreams and people they love. And all of that is gone with one swing of the thermal scythe. But I can't see it that way. They aren't people to me.
I don't want to kill thembut when I do
It's fun.
Duo sprayed hot lead over the enemy, and tried to see beyond the bleeding corpse to the real, angry person sitting in front of their computer, waiting for their chance at revenge.
(My first new multi-chaptered story in a whileso you can always hope the next chapter will be better. I sure as hell do. I should mention that I owe Mindmelda for forcing me to read GW in the first place and writing 'Insomnia', which semi-kinda-maybe inspired this one. In a very basic way. For those of you who don't know, the game Duo's playing is really just Half Life: Counterstrike. Buy it, get high-speed internet, and you can use an auto-shotgun too. Although people will yell at you and call you a n00b, it's a cheap weapon. Update tomorrow in all likelyhood, unless you guys really flame the hell out of me. *Yawn* G'night.)