Leader of the Pack

AN: Sorry this chapter took so long, Minna-san. I was busy with many other things. coughGacktcough. I'm getting Gackt's CD Mars soon! Yays! He's sexeh! Tee hee! So this chapter is dedicated to all of the Gackt fans out there, even though there are no lyrics in this chapter! It is NOT a song-fiction. Sorry!

Disclaimer: I want to own many things. The Gackt Cd, a Duo Maxwell (or any anime) poster (hint hint my friends who read this who are coming to my birthday) and the G-boys. Unfortunately, the G-boys belong to their creator, so I will have to stick to getting the other things that I want.

Chapter 6: Oh Duo, My Duo.

Authors POV

Duo's head hurt like a bitch. Like he had fallen off a cliff. Pounding and aching. Like his skull was being smashed with a freaking hammer. It hurt to move, it hurt to think. Fuck, it hurt to even blink. So he just lay there, with his eyes closed.

How much did he have to drink exactly? He knew how much he could handle.

Had he collapsed on the floor of headquarters?

No, he hadn't. He remembered vaguely that he had been extremely aggravated at someone. But who? For some reason, he was pretty sure it was Heero.

That Jerk. He had done this, no doubt about it now. Heero had punched him. Twice. What was his deal anyways? Duo was right about one thing though. Heero was damn strong. The blows he had taken were far stronger than someone Heero's size should give. The Japanese boy had been more irritating than usual over the months since Wufei had arrived.

WUFEI! Where was he? Was he okay? What did Heero do? More horrible thoughts rushed into his head about the small Chinese boy and Duo became more worried. No, not Wufei... In his state of anxiety, Duo shot up into a seated position, agony rushing into his head.

"Ohhh Godddd...." He groaned. Duo blinked a couple of times, trying to clear away tears of hurting, the action only sending more bursts of pain to his skull.

Liquid trickled down the side of his face, and he reached up to wipe it away.

Chink.

Duo's arm stopped halfway to its destination. Utterly confused, he pulled again. CHINK CHINK. It was louder how.

Other arm, he tried. Same reaction he received. Oh no. He couldn't be. There was absolutely no way!

The metal was cold and unforgiving around his small wrists. His violet optics followed the small links to the wall. How could he have not noticed it before? Probably because his head was dying!

And where the hell was he anyways? Chained to a wall in some white room, no doubt. A basement? Most likely. Who's? Given the circumstances and what he remembered from before he had passed out, it was probably Heero's basement. Had Heero knocked him out and taken him here? He didn't know. His mind was still foggy and numb with pain.

Funny, though. Duo had never thought Heero to be the type for kinks and bondage, but we all have our little quirks. He had predicted, as well, that Heero might opt for a more comfortable location when it came to...this type of thing. Hell, Heero might not even be planning on rape, but then again...Heero was the type of sadistic bastard to do this.

Duo scolded himself on his inappropriate thoughts and gutter mind in such a place. It most certainly wasn't necessary.

Besides. Picturing Heero as a lover was ever impossible. Sure, he might be good looking but Duo just wasn't that shallow. And Duo only wanted friendship out of the shorter, stoic boy.

All these years, he had assumed that was what Heero wanted too. Conditions convinced him otherwise.

Duo tried helplessly again to get out of his bindings, but to no avail. Stretching and yanking and pulling only seemed to make the cold metal tighter.

He let out a frustrated grunt.

"Kuso!"

Duo Leaned against the wall in exasperation. This wasn't any good at all. How was he supposed to see Wufei, to explain everything to Wufei if he was bound like this?

It was all pictured in his mind, what went down while he was in the bathroom trying to clean himself up.

Heero had said something, anything. The possibilities were endless. Wufei ran like he knew he would have, assuming the very worst. The false truth that Heero had fed to him like broccoli on a baby fresh in his mind.

If Duo hadn't confronted Heero, he could have been with Wufei to set things straight again. But would the Chinese youth have listened? Wufei could shun him, push him away, and tell him to stay out of his life forever. Duo didn't have the heart to be forceful with him. He would have just left, hurt and heartbroken.

But that didn't happen. Duo had made the brutal mistake of confronting Heero. And now look where he was. God, he was so stupid. He felt like a utter idiot. For ever trusting Heero. For falling for Wufei. There was zero doubt about his feelings now. Those feelings had landed him here. In a make-shift jail in Heero's basement. That was pretty low to fall from his spot at the top.

A door closed somewhere, the sound echoing off of the big white walls and low ceilings and Duo was soon joined by the Japanese boy. Cobalt stared into violet in matching glares, too angry for words. Duo felt like growling, though he was afraid it would turn Heero on. That would most defiantly not be good. In any way.

Heero pulled up a chair from around a corner and sat on it. The dull metal scraping across the cold concrete floors was hell for Duo's searing headache.

"I see you're awake" Was the dull comment made. "That's good.

How is that good? Duo thought to himself, scowl plastered across his pink lips.

"Cut the bull shit Heero. Let me go!"

"Why? So you can run to your precious Wu Wu?" Heero sneered, disgust dripping from his every word.

"Can't we just talk about this without me being chained to a wall? In fact, why do you even have this in your basement? Do I even want to know? Hell, I didn't even know you HAD a basement!"

Heero shook his head. "Sorry. I don't want you getting away. You are mine now Duo Maxwell. And no short, scared Chinese punk is going to take you away from me." Heero laughed a laugh that could have belonged to a witch.

Duo strained against his chains again, lunging forward as far as the metal would permit him. How could Heero have done this? Was he corrupted or something? His best friend for years had gone insane over a couple of weeks.

"Don't struggle Duo, it only makes you look more helpless." Heero smirked sickeningly, rising from his chair and walking towards his captive.

Duo watched him loathingly as the Japanese boy bent over him, leaning on the wall behind the braided boy.

"You wouldn't dare." Duo snarled.

"Wouldn't I?" Heero grabbed Duo chin harshly and forced his lips on the Duo's. Hard and cruel. Duo thrashed at the unwanted physical contact. This most defiantly wasn't happening. Soon he would wake up from this nightmare and Wufei would be there.

Duo was in extreme denial and kept trying to move out of the way of Heero's mouth. He backed up against the wall and shook his head, but Heero seemed to want to devour him, not caring that he wasn't getting a response out of the braided boy.

Duo just wasn't going to let that happen. It couldn't. He wasn't going to give himself up without a fight. Not to Heero most definitely.

Finding the Japanese boys lip in his mouth, Duo bit down, hard! The steely taste of blood drizzled in between his lips as Heero yelped and pulled away. The crimson dripped down the side of his chin and onto his black shirt where it soaked into the fabric.

"Bastard!" Heero barked.

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Wufei's POV

I hung up the phone in a state of pure shock and horror. Duo and Heero were missing? I choked on my own saliva as I ran the information that Quatre had fed me through my brain again.

The blond Arab and his boyfriend were going to pick me up as soon as possible. Shit. My parents were still home and it was getting dark out. I swallowed carefully.

I had my own information to share of course, but I didn't get the chance. I was still in alarm.

When I had left, I had been talking to Heero. It was him. No questions. But where would the Japanese boy have taken Duo? Worry pounded like drum inside my heart. I didn't know what I would do if Duo got hurt or died.

I realized the lies that Heero had given to me. There was no way Duo would do that to anybody. If he raped everyone in the group before they joined, then they would have run and not joined the Death's Demons at all. How could I have been so naïve? My brains should have helped me there, but no.

Duo, if something else happened to him, he could break down. He was still fragile, still able to cry from the incident that happened so many years ago. What did Heero want from him?

I thought for another moment, my brain wracking for anything helpful.

Heero seemed to be the jealous type. No way! He couldn't have been jealous of could he? I knew I was affectionate of Duo, but had Heero seen something like that in return. I hadn't realized, in all my attention given to Duo, that Heero felt the same way I did to the braided boy.

I shakily got up to my feet from my seated position on my bed. My face turned a bright red, and I clenched my fists at my sides. My body was shaking. I had never been that angry before. It felt like I was going to boil over, like every problem in my life bonded together and left me going berserk.

I let out a yell that wasn't human. Loud and desperate. My breath force every last inch of air out of my lungs into that one roar and with an intensity that I had never experienced.

I tugged at my hair, sealed my eyes shut as I screamed again. Heero had finally passed over my tolerance line. My solid fists swung about wildly before me, uncontrollably. I pounded at the walls, stomped on the floor. My fist connected with something, and it shattered into a million piecees. Pain rushed to my right hand as shards of my mirror fell over me. Blood spurted out all over my hand, thick and red. But I was beyond caring. Way beyond even heeding my injury.

I lifted my hand to my lips and licked a bit of the blood away. I could hear my mother and father pounding up the stairs to inspect the racket. The door swung open and twin gasps were heard.

I looked at them, anger piercing my ebony eyes. I leered at them, before walking briskly past them.

"Wufei! Why is your hand bleeding? Where did you get those black clothes? What's going on?" My mother shouted frantically after me.

"Shut up Woman!" I bellowed back at her. I continued down the hall, jumping the stairs 3 at a time and stomping to the front door in my new boots. "I have somewhere to go. Injustice has been done."

Slamming the front door behind me, I left them there, standing bewildered. Watching their only son walk out of there home a monster they had never seen before.

Quatre and Trowa were waiting for me. One scrutinizing and panicking look later, we were on our way, to where? We had no idea, but we were going to find Duo if it took the rest of our lives. I wasn't going to let Heero have what was mine.

TBC

Mistress Shinigami: Well? What do you think of Chapter 6? It's a bit too short I know, but I ran out of ideas on how to portray Wufei's immense anger and Duo's helplessness.

Duo: Heeeelllppp meeeee!

Wufei: I will save you Duo! My Duo!

Heero: No mine, back off weakling!

Wufei: No! that's my line! Injustice! GRR!

Mistress Shinigami: Well, Wufei's a bit more in character in this one. Just a smidgen. Till next time Minna-san...REVIEW!

JA NE!