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Notes: Well here's the second part, hope it wasn't too long of a wait for
some of you. Anyways enjoy!
Shattered Dreams Part 2
Quatre and Trowa's house loomed in the suns frosted light of the warm June day. The garden's rows of pink and yellow flowers swam next to the white trimmed house with the brick walkway and cement stairs. Duo's black boots thundered up them, making hollow empty cries that alerted the intense blonde inside. The door was swung open before the Americans hands could rest a beat against it and his little friend grabbed him up in a sturdy hug,
"Duo...." He breathed a sighed relieve and brought him into their home, Trowa stood near and nodded at his companion.
"Ah Quatre come on! I'm fine; you act like this every time I come here!" But the little pilot just giggled and walked him farther into the house, into the living area and sat him down on the big couch.
"Lunch will be served soon!" Duo frowned he hadn't really wanted to stay that long, he just came by to give Quatre the assurance he wasn't in any immediate danger and then wanted to be on his way. The violet eyes glanced up to Trowa begging him to put Quatre on some kind of leash and back down.
"Dear you never told Duo about lunch.....I'm sure he has things to do today." Quatre glared at Trowa and turned to Duo,
"You want to stay for lunch don't you?"
"Afraid I can't, you agreed this was just a drop by occasion....Quatre I really have things that I need to do....I like to visit you but you can't keep going about this thing...it's.....over...its done with and drudging this shit up over and over again really doesn't help me." Quatre suddenly looked hurt and folded his petit hands in his lap; blue eyes shimmered with a sheath of tears and he turned his head away from his best friend a little so he wouldn't see it.
"I just want to help Duo, nothing more...sorry to keep bringing it up but I really think you should go to a therapist about this or something....maybe move...after all Heero still knows where you live and a set of new padlocks isn't going to keep him out."
"Shut up Quatre!! I can't take this mother goose thing from you anymore! I AM FINE!" He flung himself up and thundered towards the door, Trowa was at his side however upon Duo opening the front door.
"Duo....I'm sorry about Quatre but please don't do this...It will break Quatre."
"Break QUATRE!? BREAK QUATRE!? Who's really broken here Trowa?? Answer me! You talk about Quatre being broken, well when Quatre gets his innocence stolen....when Quatre gets his dignity shattered....when Quatre is pushed down on his own bed and raped by YOU THEN you talk to me about him being broken!" And with that the door was quickly slammed shut and Duo leaping down the steps and racing down the driveway and out of site.
Duo's cell phone jingled in his pocket, he picked it out and threw it into the road as he walked home. He could here it scratching along the pavement as the vibration kicked in. Still his feet walked away and back towards the run down apartment he lived in, half a mile down Rush Burrow Street and across the old park lands and he was almost home. The apartment complexes glowed in the daylight, broken glass danced along the walkways, the grass around the place was yellow and burnt and the dirt was outgrowing the weeds.
Duo pushed open the front door and darted up two flights of stairs to his apartment door, unlocking it he flung himself inside and slammed the door shut; buckling all the locks and chains he then slowly sunk to the carpet. His eyes stun and soon tears trickled down his cheeks, he didn't even feel them though. His tears had been so frequent they fell without him noticing anymore.
It was dark through out the apartment. The blinds were pulled down and the windows locked, the lights were out and it was humid and dry there. Duo turned on one of his fans and walked into the bathroom, running his hands under cold water he wiped his face off with a cool washcloth and then went to go change into some comfortable clothes. Upon entering his room he noticed his grey sweater was sticking out of the hamper, peering at him in disgust. Shocked Duo stood there, he had pushed that bloody shirt all the way to the bottom of the hamper, how the hell had it gotten to the top? However Duo slowly removed it and unfolded it completely, streaks of maroon lined the cotton, in patches and splotches of blood, it was stained Duo thought as he ran his shivering fingers over the cracked blood stains. Letting his other hand trace up to his face to certain places there had once been scars and cuts that had made these prints on his old sweater. Duo shivered and pushed the shirt back down into the hamper and snapped the lid shut.
He found his way over to his dresser and found a pair of long pajama pants and a red beat up t-shirt. Flinging them on he jumped onto his small bed and pressed his head into the pillows. Inhaling sharply he closed his eyes and meekly pulled some of his covers over his body.
"You're very beautiful Duo...do you know that? Everyone thinks of Quatre as the little angel...when it's really you....with your pale skin....your pretty light eyes....your soft features."
"Ha ha! Yea sure Heero! What are you talking about?" "Heero....Heero what are you doing? Are you kidding me or something haha!"
"I want to close that pretty mouth of yours...permanently......"
"Heero...Heero stop it, STOP IT!"
"Heh heh what's wrong? You don't want me anymore?"
"Please....I'm beginning you! (crying) PLEASE! HEERO!!! NO!! STOP IT!"
"My little angel....shhhhhhhhhhh
(Muffled chocking sounds)
"How do you like it now Duo? Was it everything you imagined?"
"NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Duo sat up screaming clutching his sides his eyes red from crying in his sleep. Hanging his head he knew he had dreamed it again, damn Quatre for stoking it in his mind again. But who was he kidding, every night it was the same say for a couple blessed nights when he could sleep peacefully.
However now he sat collapsed and crying hysterically on his mattress. Tugging his bony hands through his brown locks Duo's whole body gave out on his bed. "DAMN YOU!" He screamed. "I HATE YOU!!!....I fucking hate you." Covering his face with long shaky fingers Duo continued to sob into the night hoping he would never brush skin with that man again...though how unlikely that was going to be.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Well~ what did you guys think? Hope u enjoyed! Leave comments! MWUAH! 3 The SCANTY fan
Shattered Dreams Part 2
Quatre and Trowa's house loomed in the suns frosted light of the warm June day. The garden's rows of pink and yellow flowers swam next to the white trimmed house with the brick walkway and cement stairs. Duo's black boots thundered up them, making hollow empty cries that alerted the intense blonde inside. The door was swung open before the Americans hands could rest a beat against it and his little friend grabbed him up in a sturdy hug,
"Duo...." He breathed a sighed relieve and brought him into their home, Trowa stood near and nodded at his companion.
"Ah Quatre come on! I'm fine; you act like this every time I come here!" But the little pilot just giggled and walked him farther into the house, into the living area and sat him down on the big couch.
"Lunch will be served soon!" Duo frowned he hadn't really wanted to stay that long, he just came by to give Quatre the assurance he wasn't in any immediate danger and then wanted to be on his way. The violet eyes glanced up to Trowa begging him to put Quatre on some kind of leash and back down.
"Dear you never told Duo about lunch.....I'm sure he has things to do today." Quatre glared at Trowa and turned to Duo,
"You want to stay for lunch don't you?"
"Afraid I can't, you agreed this was just a drop by occasion....Quatre I really have things that I need to do....I like to visit you but you can't keep going about this thing...it's.....over...its done with and drudging this shit up over and over again really doesn't help me." Quatre suddenly looked hurt and folded his petit hands in his lap; blue eyes shimmered with a sheath of tears and he turned his head away from his best friend a little so he wouldn't see it.
"I just want to help Duo, nothing more...sorry to keep bringing it up but I really think you should go to a therapist about this or something....maybe move...after all Heero still knows where you live and a set of new padlocks isn't going to keep him out."
"Shut up Quatre!! I can't take this mother goose thing from you anymore! I AM FINE!" He flung himself up and thundered towards the door, Trowa was at his side however upon Duo opening the front door.
"Duo....I'm sorry about Quatre but please don't do this...It will break Quatre."
"Break QUATRE!? BREAK QUATRE!? Who's really broken here Trowa?? Answer me! You talk about Quatre being broken, well when Quatre gets his innocence stolen....when Quatre gets his dignity shattered....when Quatre is pushed down on his own bed and raped by YOU THEN you talk to me about him being broken!" And with that the door was quickly slammed shut and Duo leaping down the steps and racing down the driveway and out of site.
Duo's cell phone jingled in his pocket, he picked it out and threw it into the road as he walked home. He could here it scratching along the pavement as the vibration kicked in. Still his feet walked away and back towards the run down apartment he lived in, half a mile down Rush Burrow Street and across the old park lands and he was almost home. The apartment complexes glowed in the daylight, broken glass danced along the walkways, the grass around the place was yellow and burnt and the dirt was outgrowing the weeds.
Duo pushed open the front door and darted up two flights of stairs to his apartment door, unlocking it he flung himself inside and slammed the door shut; buckling all the locks and chains he then slowly sunk to the carpet. His eyes stun and soon tears trickled down his cheeks, he didn't even feel them though. His tears had been so frequent they fell without him noticing anymore.
It was dark through out the apartment. The blinds were pulled down and the windows locked, the lights were out and it was humid and dry there. Duo turned on one of his fans and walked into the bathroom, running his hands under cold water he wiped his face off with a cool washcloth and then went to go change into some comfortable clothes. Upon entering his room he noticed his grey sweater was sticking out of the hamper, peering at him in disgust. Shocked Duo stood there, he had pushed that bloody shirt all the way to the bottom of the hamper, how the hell had it gotten to the top? However Duo slowly removed it and unfolded it completely, streaks of maroon lined the cotton, in patches and splotches of blood, it was stained Duo thought as he ran his shivering fingers over the cracked blood stains. Letting his other hand trace up to his face to certain places there had once been scars and cuts that had made these prints on his old sweater. Duo shivered and pushed the shirt back down into the hamper and snapped the lid shut.
He found his way over to his dresser and found a pair of long pajama pants and a red beat up t-shirt. Flinging them on he jumped onto his small bed and pressed his head into the pillows. Inhaling sharply he closed his eyes and meekly pulled some of his covers over his body.
"You're very beautiful Duo...do you know that? Everyone thinks of Quatre as the little angel...when it's really you....with your pale skin....your pretty light eyes....your soft features."
"Ha ha! Yea sure Heero! What are you talking about?" "Heero....Heero what are you doing? Are you kidding me or something haha!"
"I want to close that pretty mouth of yours...permanently......"
"Heero...Heero stop it, STOP IT!"
"Heh heh what's wrong? You don't want me anymore?"
"Please....I'm beginning you! (crying) PLEASE! HEERO!!! NO!! STOP IT!"
"My little angel....shhhhhhhhhhh
(Muffled chocking sounds)
"How do you like it now Duo? Was it everything you imagined?"
"NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Duo sat up screaming clutching his sides his eyes red from crying in his sleep. Hanging his head he knew he had dreamed it again, damn Quatre for stoking it in his mind again. But who was he kidding, every night it was the same say for a couple blessed nights when he could sleep peacefully.
However now he sat collapsed and crying hysterically on his mattress. Tugging his bony hands through his brown locks Duo's whole body gave out on his bed. "DAMN YOU!" He screamed. "I HATE YOU!!!....I fucking hate you." Covering his face with long shaky fingers Duo continued to sob into the night hoping he would never brush skin with that man again...though how unlikely that was going to be.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Well~ what did you guys think? Hope u enjoyed! Leave comments! MWUAH! 3 The SCANTY fan