Title: Bewildered Heartbeat
Rating: R
Warnings: yaoi and language.
Disclaimer: Shin Kidousenki Gundam Wing is not mine!! The show is property of Sunrise, Sotsu Agency, and Bandai.
That voice... it was foreign, and yet frightenly familiar at the very same time. Heero stood there staring at the shiny obsidian door. It was very pretty once he got over the shock of hearing his dead childhood crush again. It was just a hallucination, a sick hallucination and maybe if Heero were lucky he'd wake up with a concussion and a bottle of cheap sake and maybe some drugs in his possession. Anything else seemed like a reasonable explanation.
Everything but what seemed to be the truth.
So busy was he at thinking about any other possibilities, he didn't hear the swish of long unbraided hair, nor the light, muffled sound of soft soled shoes, descending the stone steps of the throne. No, none of that, not until it was to late to do anything about it. The Japanese youth stiffened when the temperature around his body, indicating a supernatural presence. He knew it must be Duo, or was it Shinigami now? But when a pair of strong, ghost white arms slid around his slender hips and pulled him against a broader, muscled chest, which confirmed who it, was. Heero knew he shouldn't, but he started to struggle. But as he figured, that grips around his waste held him fast, and having the edge of your jacket caught it the big door in front of you, doesn't make trying to get away any easer. A question that's been nagging at him for a while, comes tumbling unwillingly from his lips, "W-who are yo-u-u?" Ah, be damned on his shaky voice, and damn his stupid question also! It made him feel like he was in some black and white horror movie! He knew very well who the sexy demon behind him was. Didn't he? Of coarse, it was Duo Maxwell. The one who had been his childhood crush ever since that day he lightning struck. And this situation again, was open for questioning. Duo had died that day, hadn't he?
Yes, he had even seen with his own eyes, the lightning had hit Duo! But after that moment, everything was a blur, until he was already safe and comfortable at his cousin Quatre's house. What really happened to Duo that day?
This was just getting way out of his hands; he never expected any of this to happen, or to be where he is now. Lady fate is very fickle. Or is that lady luck? Well it doesn't really matter now. What happened happened and now he must find a way out of this mess.
The cobalt eyed youth nearly found himself hopping out of his shoes, when a surprisingly warm tongue slid over the shell of his ear. Heero couldn't suppress the throaty moan that fell from his slightly parted lips. But the husky chuckle right next to his ear snapped him out of whatever la, la, land he was entering. "Who am I Hee-Chan? I'd think you of all people would know that." The violet-eyed demon couldn't resist slipping his tongue back out again, to gently lap at Heero's soft ear. But shit, the younger boy tasted damn good! And he was so responsive. There it is, Heero's moaning again, and its all for him to hear, he drank it in greedily. Idly his clawed hand reaches down to adjust the growing bulge in his black leather pants. If the simplest of Heero's moans were turning him on like this, what would it be like to taste of the Japanese youths blood? Or better yet, his passion? This brought a lustful smile to his dead white lips. Leaning in closer to Heero's body (AN: If possible) he answered the question in the only way he knew how, "I am, who you wish me to be." He purred into the chocolate haired boys delicate ear.
Heero shivered in blissful pleasure, when his ear was yet again attacked with that talented tongue. God damn it! Why did he have to go to putty in those strong arms every time? This was getting ridiculous! Anger sparked in the pit of his stomach when the answer he's been waiting for finally came back, I am, who you wish me to be. Well fucking hell! That didn't get him one step closer to finding the real answer! Heero didn't want to come up with his own answer, at least, not just yet. He wanted Duo's answer! Or was it Shiningami? Oh hell! This was just confusing him more by the minute! Where is Quatre when you need him? Oh that's right, Trowa had dragged the little blond off somewhere, doing who knows what. This made him cringe; he didn't need those kinds of thoughts plaguing his mind right now! Quatre would be just fine, and he would find him and get them both off this freaky Hollywood imitation movie set!
The chance for escape came when Shinigami reached over and pulled down on the large silver latch, and opened the heavy obsidian door about five inches, to release his jacket tail. But five, measly inches was enough for him, Heero wasn't going to let this precious chance slip threw his hands! With that last motivation, he wriggled from Shinigami's grasp, reaches out and grabbed the edge of the door and threw it wide open. Which was surprisingly easy to accomplish, but its impressive what one can do when frightened shitless! And no sooner was the door open, Heero had bolted from the throne room, not even bothering to care if he was being pursued or not! Something in his mind clicked at that moment, and he made a temporary decision. No matter how much that demon he saw looked like his Duo, he would simply see him as Shinigami. As far as he's concerned, Duo died all those years ago, and Heero would keep his memories at that. Unless he was given some really good answers later, he wouldn't believe anything else and only listen to his heart.
"This castle is like a fucking maze!" Heero panted as he stood in some random hall, it felt like he'd been running for miles in a circle. "All these halls look the damn same!" The exhausted boy kneeled down on the dark, cold tiled floor to catch his breath; after all, it didn't look like anyone had fallowed him. And what pissed Heero off more than the identical halls, was that's he's seen neither hide nor hair of Quatre. Where could that bastard Trowa have taken his cousin? He wanted to justify ripping someone's head off right now! Like Trowa's head, for starters.
The cobalt-eyed boy deeply exhaled threw his nose, "At least this can't get any worse." Just as those words slipped from his mouth, a strong pair of hand griped his shoulder and hauled him to his feet! Heero had to roll his eyes at the irony of his past sentence and his present situation. Yes, this is some corny horror movie, complete with clichés, and Heero find himself stuck right in the middle of it all. He couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out from his lips, nearly on the edge of hysterics as he wrenched his shoulder out of the strong grip that had held him, and turned to face the person that dared to stand in his way. Who ever it was, had picked the wrong moment, and the wrong day to mess with him.
So, how did I do?
Please review and tell me.
Thanks to all!!
Rating: R
Warnings: yaoi and language.
Disclaimer: Shin Kidousenki Gundam Wing is not mine!! The show is property of Sunrise, Sotsu Agency, and Bandai.
That voice... it was foreign, and yet frightenly familiar at the very same time. Heero stood there staring at the shiny obsidian door. It was very pretty once he got over the shock of hearing his dead childhood crush again. It was just a hallucination, a sick hallucination and maybe if Heero were lucky he'd wake up with a concussion and a bottle of cheap sake and maybe some drugs in his possession. Anything else seemed like a reasonable explanation.
Everything but what seemed to be the truth.
So busy was he at thinking about any other possibilities, he didn't hear the swish of long unbraided hair, nor the light, muffled sound of soft soled shoes, descending the stone steps of the throne. No, none of that, not until it was to late to do anything about it. The Japanese youth stiffened when the temperature around his body, indicating a supernatural presence. He knew it must be Duo, or was it Shinigami now? But when a pair of strong, ghost white arms slid around his slender hips and pulled him against a broader, muscled chest, which confirmed who it, was. Heero knew he shouldn't, but he started to struggle. But as he figured, that grips around his waste held him fast, and having the edge of your jacket caught it the big door in front of you, doesn't make trying to get away any easer. A question that's been nagging at him for a while, comes tumbling unwillingly from his lips, "W-who are yo-u-u?" Ah, be damned on his shaky voice, and damn his stupid question also! It made him feel like he was in some black and white horror movie! He knew very well who the sexy demon behind him was. Didn't he? Of coarse, it was Duo Maxwell. The one who had been his childhood crush ever since that day he lightning struck. And this situation again, was open for questioning. Duo had died that day, hadn't he?
Yes, he had even seen with his own eyes, the lightning had hit Duo! But after that moment, everything was a blur, until he was already safe and comfortable at his cousin Quatre's house. What really happened to Duo that day?
This was just getting way out of his hands; he never expected any of this to happen, or to be where he is now. Lady fate is very fickle. Or is that lady luck? Well it doesn't really matter now. What happened happened and now he must find a way out of this mess.
The cobalt eyed youth nearly found himself hopping out of his shoes, when a surprisingly warm tongue slid over the shell of his ear. Heero couldn't suppress the throaty moan that fell from his slightly parted lips. But the husky chuckle right next to his ear snapped him out of whatever la, la, land he was entering. "Who am I Hee-Chan? I'd think you of all people would know that." The violet-eyed demon couldn't resist slipping his tongue back out again, to gently lap at Heero's soft ear. But shit, the younger boy tasted damn good! And he was so responsive. There it is, Heero's moaning again, and its all for him to hear, he drank it in greedily. Idly his clawed hand reaches down to adjust the growing bulge in his black leather pants. If the simplest of Heero's moans were turning him on like this, what would it be like to taste of the Japanese youths blood? Or better yet, his passion? This brought a lustful smile to his dead white lips. Leaning in closer to Heero's body (AN: If possible) he answered the question in the only way he knew how, "I am, who you wish me to be." He purred into the chocolate haired boys delicate ear.
Heero shivered in blissful pleasure, when his ear was yet again attacked with that talented tongue. God damn it! Why did he have to go to putty in those strong arms every time? This was getting ridiculous! Anger sparked in the pit of his stomach when the answer he's been waiting for finally came back, I am, who you wish me to be. Well fucking hell! That didn't get him one step closer to finding the real answer! Heero didn't want to come up with his own answer, at least, not just yet. He wanted Duo's answer! Or was it Shiningami? Oh hell! This was just confusing him more by the minute! Where is Quatre when you need him? Oh that's right, Trowa had dragged the little blond off somewhere, doing who knows what. This made him cringe; he didn't need those kinds of thoughts plaguing his mind right now! Quatre would be just fine, and he would find him and get them both off this freaky Hollywood imitation movie set!
The chance for escape came when Shinigami reached over and pulled down on the large silver latch, and opened the heavy obsidian door about five inches, to release his jacket tail. But five, measly inches was enough for him, Heero wasn't going to let this precious chance slip threw his hands! With that last motivation, he wriggled from Shinigami's grasp, reaches out and grabbed the edge of the door and threw it wide open. Which was surprisingly easy to accomplish, but its impressive what one can do when frightened shitless! And no sooner was the door open, Heero had bolted from the throne room, not even bothering to care if he was being pursued or not! Something in his mind clicked at that moment, and he made a temporary decision. No matter how much that demon he saw looked like his Duo, he would simply see him as Shinigami. As far as he's concerned, Duo died all those years ago, and Heero would keep his memories at that. Unless he was given some really good answers later, he wouldn't believe anything else and only listen to his heart.
"This castle is like a fucking maze!" Heero panted as he stood in some random hall, it felt like he'd been running for miles in a circle. "All these halls look the damn same!" The exhausted boy kneeled down on the dark, cold tiled floor to catch his breath; after all, it didn't look like anyone had fallowed him. And what pissed Heero off more than the identical halls, was that's he's seen neither hide nor hair of Quatre. Where could that bastard Trowa have taken his cousin? He wanted to justify ripping someone's head off right now! Like Trowa's head, for starters.
The cobalt-eyed boy deeply exhaled threw his nose, "At least this can't get any worse." Just as those words slipped from his mouth, a strong pair of hand griped his shoulder and hauled him to his feet! Heero had to roll his eyes at the irony of his past sentence and his present situation. Yes, this is some corny horror movie, complete with clichés, and Heero find himself stuck right in the middle of it all. He couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out from his lips, nearly on the edge of hysterics as he wrenched his shoulder out of the strong grip that had held him, and turned to face the person that dared to stand in his way. Who ever it was, had picked the wrong moment, and the wrong day to mess with him.
So, how did I do?
Please review and tell me.
Thanks to all!!