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Ok, ok... I didn't get as many reviews, but from what I did get, ya'll liked it. I need to know how I'm doing, constructive criticism, comments, whatever... you guys are what keep me goin, give me ideas... anyway, I need to shut up and get writing. Ta ta! Thanks to Kate, anonymous, asaroth69, Lillie Chan, Tigre and Split Persona for reviewing the fourth chapter. (And thanks to everyone else who has reviewed as well)
Heero whimpered. He heard himself this time and it shocked the perfect soldier. He had never cried, and yet Duo had inflicted these emotions on him twice now, last time it was only a tear or two. But this... this he was not prepared for, subjected to sniveling on the ground, not facing things like a man. He stood up and the sight nearly made him black out with rage.
"Well, how do you like it Du~o?" Karasu had just kissed him, and he was closing the space between their bodies. Cold met hot and Duo shivered. "L- Leave me alone" he gasped, to tired to yell, or even fight back. "Please. Just leave me." The laugh that met his request was cruel. "Oh, your so adorable Maxwell! Begging only makes me want you more." As if to prove his point he ground his hips against the younger mans, chuckling as he heard a hiss of agonized pleasure.
Karasu had to admit that this particular Gundam had indeed given a good fight. His spirit was broken as well as his heart but he continued to defy his captor and Karasu liked that. "You like that?" he repeated the motion but this time Duo slammed himself back into the wall. "No." the boy rasped. "No, I'll never like it, never like you, I hate you." Despite the hunger, despite the broken bones and bloodied body he managed to keep a tint of malice in his tone. "You disgust me."
"Ha! Another little surge of feistiness, I don't understand why Heero left you." Duo's eyes sank, they became hollow and dead, despair rose in those eyes and he fell forward, not caring when his wrist cracked, not hearing the bone crunch, not caring when Karasu pressed a knife to his chest and drew it slowly across his torso, he didn't give a fuck anymore, nothing else mattered. Because all he had ever dreamed about, all he ever wanted was ripped away from him and it didn't want to come back.
Heero grabbed onto a chair for support blunt nails digging into the leather. The look of despair in those normally cheerful, normally life- loving eyes had been sucked out. The change was drastic, horrid. Those eyes were now empty voids of ink blue. He knew how good a fighter his enemy was and Karasu was indeed an even match but if he called for security... the odds were not in Heero's favor. Then he heard the snap of bones, the cut of flesh and could take it no longer, Fuck the odds. He HAD to get Duo out of there, he just HAD to. 'Duo, I'm coming'
Duo's eyes glazed over with pain, the knife was on his chest, then his face, then his back, the pain. 'But none of that matters' he thought 'I should just die' his thoughts turned to wishes as the older man continued his torture. "You're not fighting anymore Maxwell." Karasu mock pouted, he had gotten tired of the boy just putting up with it. When he got no response the man grinned and swiftly plunged his fist down towards Duo's stomach.
"nnnngg!" Chestnut hair fell over blue eyes and he tried desperately to grab at the gushing wound. The knife was sinking deeper it felt. He was choking, blood once more. It felt like the whole world was dissolving in front of him.
"DUO!" Heero smashed in the door, not bothering with the security code. Karasu spun around and smiled evilly "He's gone Heero, you're to late." Then he laughed. "Duo! NOOOO!" the sight before the perfect soldiers eyes was blinding him, the knife the blood, his beloved's eyes, filled with dearth, despair, and Heero knew, deep down, Duo was dying. "Duo please! Hold on!"
All the long-haired pilot saw was Heero, the man he'd been longing to see, and now he was going to die. The pain etched on the dark haired boy's face was enough to keep Duo going, even if it was only for a few minutes "Heero?" he wasn't entirely sure if it wasn't just an illusion.
"Ha! You are to late Yuy!"
"I'll kill you Karasu!"
"Oh no, it will be I who does the killing."
Duo could faintly hear voices, who's they were was unclear, his vision became blurred with crimson and the last sight he saw was Heero leaping forward, and then the blood reached his eyes. Before he fell into unconsciousness he mumbled "Save me Heero, I... Love you."
Ok, that's the end for now, that took me forever to write, I got stuck like fifty times! Oi. Anyhow, how was it? * Sobs for Duo *
Ok, ok... I didn't get as many reviews, but from what I did get, ya'll liked it. I need to know how I'm doing, constructive criticism, comments, whatever... you guys are what keep me goin, give me ideas... anyway, I need to shut up and get writing. Ta ta! Thanks to Kate, anonymous, asaroth69, Lillie Chan, Tigre and Split Persona for reviewing the fourth chapter. (And thanks to everyone else who has reviewed as well)
Heero whimpered. He heard himself this time and it shocked the perfect soldier. He had never cried, and yet Duo had inflicted these emotions on him twice now, last time it was only a tear or two. But this... this he was not prepared for, subjected to sniveling on the ground, not facing things like a man. He stood up and the sight nearly made him black out with rage.
"Well, how do you like it Du~o?" Karasu had just kissed him, and he was closing the space between their bodies. Cold met hot and Duo shivered. "L- Leave me alone" he gasped, to tired to yell, or even fight back. "Please. Just leave me." The laugh that met his request was cruel. "Oh, your so adorable Maxwell! Begging only makes me want you more." As if to prove his point he ground his hips against the younger mans, chuckling as he heard a hiss of agonized pleasure.
Karasu had to admit that this particular Gundam had indeed given a good fight. His spirit was broken as well as his heart but he continued to defy his captor and Karasu liked that. "You like that?" he repeated the motion but this time Duo slammed himself back into the wall. "No." the boy rasped. "No, I'll never like it, never like you, I hate you." Despite the hunger, despite the broken bones and bloodied body he managed to keep a tint of malice in his tone. "You disgust me."
"Ha! Another little surge of feistiness, I don't understand why Heero left you." Duo's eyes sank, they became hollow and dead, despair rose in those eyes and he fell forward, not caring when his wrist cracked, not hearing the bone crunch, not caring when Karasu pressed a knife to his chest and drew it slowly across his torso, he didn't give a fuck anymore, nothing else mattered. Because all he had ever dreamed about, all he ever wanted was ripped away from him and it didn't want to come back.
Heero grabbed onto a chair for support blunt nails digging into the leather. The look of despair in those normally cheerful, normally life- loving eyes had been sucked out. The change was drastic, horrid. Those eyes were now empty voids of ink blue. He knew how good a fighter his enemy was and Karasu was indeed an even match but if he called for security... the odds were not in Heero's favor. Then he heard the snap of bones, the cut of flesh and could take it no longer, Fuck the odds. He HAD to get Duo out of there, he just HAD to. 'Duo, I'm coming'
Duo's eyes glazed over with pain, the knife was on his chest, then his face, then his back, the pain. 'But none of that matters' he thought 'I should just die' his thoughts turned to wishes as the older man continued his torture. "You're not fighting anymore Maxwell." Karasu mock pouted, he had gotten tired of the boy just putting up with it. When he got no response the man grinned and swiftly plunged his fist down towards Duo's stomach.
"nnnngg!" Chestnut hair fell over blue eyes and he tried desperately to grab at the gushing wound. The knife was sinking deeper it felt. He was choking, blood once more. It felt like the whole world was dissolving in front of him.
"DUO!" Heero smashed in the door, not bothering with the security code. Karasu spun around and smiled evilly "He's gone Heero, you're to late." Then he laughed. "Duo! NOOOO!" the sight before the perfect soldiers eyes was blinding him, the knife the blood, his beloved's eyes, filled with dearth, despair, and Heero knew, deep down, Duo was dying. "Duo please! Hold on!"
All the long-haired pilot saw was Heero, the man he'd been longing to see, and now he was going to die. The pain etched on the dark haired boy's face was enough to keep Duo going, even if it was only for a few minutes "Heero?" he wasn't entirely sure if it wasn't just an illusion.
"Ha! You are to late Yuy!"
"I'll kill you Karasu!"
"Oh no, it will be I who does the killing."
Duo could faintly hear voices, who's they were was unclear, his vision became blurred with crimson and the last sight he saw was Heero leaping forward, and then the blood reached his eyes. Before he fell into unconsciousness he mumbled "Save me Heero, I... Love you."
Ok, that's the end for now, that took me forever to write, I got stuck like fifty times! Oi. Anyhow, how was it? * Sobs for Duo *