DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of the characters in this fic,
so don't sue me.
I've seen right through and underneath, and you make me better, better, better...Ok, aside from random No Doubt songs, I don't really have much to say here. This will be a fairly important chapter, and it's one of my favorites, so, onward!
Here are the obligatory warnings: yaoi, vampire-related violence, cussing...is there anything I left out there? I don't think so...wait, there're some very vague hints of unrequited/angsty yuri in this chapter, too.
Thanks to my sis rk, cryearthstearsfalltou, Duosgirl, and kiwi for the reviews! Support is always appreciated!
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Heero knew everything there was to know about vampires, so he wasn't alarmed when Duo's breathing stopped. He wasn't alarmed that Duo's lithe young body didn't brush away the dust. He knew that meant that Duo was sleeping. He knew that his body was in reality unearthly; magical; it would not disturb dust.
Heero's hand slowly caressed Duo's. He looked down into his innocent, youthful face. He remembered the night before...and the night before that, even, when his katana pressed into this boy's back.
His hand stopped moving. His stony eyes turned towards Duo.
Unbidden, his lips twisted into a forbidden smile.
He let Duo's hand slide out of his.
Heero turned and left the room. Before silently closing the door, he turned back once, and only once, to gaze at his love.
Heero closed the door.
* * * *
In his lair, the king of the vampires sat in his throne. The dreary, damp, darkness spread everywhere. Slowly, he opened his piercing blue eyes.
"Noin."
"Yes, Milliardo?" the blue-haired woman stepped from the shadows at his side. She wore a small smile.
"Dorothy...where is Dororthy?" His pale face showed no emotion. He never turned his gaze to look at her.
The corners of Noin's mouth fell slightly, "Dorothy? Why do you want to see her?"
"I have a job for her."
Noin stepped in front of him, giving him a vaguely puzzled look, "I thought that she was a..."
"She is not one of you, Noin. She's a traitor; a half and half."
"Still, why her? What do you want her to do?"
"Shinigami has a certain house guest that I'm interested in." Zechs closed his eyes and looked up at the dark ceiling.
"Heero?!" Noin looked up, shocked, "He's with...but how? How do you know?"
"I sensed something, just now..." Zechs shook his head, "In any case, Dorothy is the best we can send on this job."
"Yes. I'll go fetch her." Noin turned to step back into the shadows, but Zechs caught her arm.
"Noin, I know that it's hard for you to pretend to be...one of us. If you'd like, I could send someone else out to fetch Dorothy."
Noin smiled warmly, "It's ok. I'm used to it. I'd pretend to be anything, even a traitor to the hunters," She leaned in and gave him a small peck on the lips, "just to be by your side."
"Noin..." Zechs returned the smile, and embraced her. She broke away.
"I'll go and fetch Dorothy for you now, my Milliardo." She exited.
Noin didn't look for the right corridors to follow through the dark hallway, and she didn't need one. She slid almost slightly towards Dorothy's chamber.
"Going somewhere?" the stern voice stopped Noin briefly in her tracks. She didn't even need to turn around to know who it was.
"So, Wufei, what brings you here." She whispered coldly.
"I should be asking YOU that, weakling!" The boy, Wufei's, Chinese features were forced into a natural scowl. He yelled, "You have no right to even be here! Your no real vampire!"
"I am a full vampire. Dare you say that Lord Milliardo is allowing a still- human woman stay by his side night and day? Dare you accuse Lord Milliardo?" Noin's eyes bore into him, "Dare you challenge me?"
"You bitch! I'll expose you someday!"
Noin brushed past him, continuing on her way, "Watch what you say. You know I'm more than a match for you." She poured as much contempt as possible into the last word, never glancing back as she entered Dorthy's chamber.
"Weakling! Woman!" Wufei cried in retaliation, "Hunter!"
* * * *
Once night fell, Hilde followed him.
How could she not? Duo was her best friend- her first unrequited love. This was the boy who had slaughtered thousands like her and Duo and had just walked out of his life without a second glance.
She wouldn't let him hurt Duo like this. It would have been less painful if he had executed Duo as a demonic, evil, hated THING than to do this too him. Duo may act tough and talk trash sometimes, but he was a genuinely kind and sensitive person. This would be torture for him.
Hilde slunk through the shadows, stalking the perfect hunter as he walked to the docks. That monster, Heero, stopped at the pier and starred at the water.
Hilde didn't know what to do to him. For as easy-going and nice as she was, she hated Heero right now. She hated him from the stories of his senseless slaughter; she hated hius perfection; she hated him for leaving Duo.
And she was usually such a nice person.
She angled herself to see his face better, to know it and to loathe him more.
He was crying.
Crying? Over...maybe...Duo?
Did he understand what a monster he was? Maybe he had a reason for breaking Duo's heart. She leaned in closer as he pulled himself onto the railing.
Oh god. Was he going to try and jump again?
Well, she had no choice. If she didn't confront him, if she let the murderer of her people destroy himself, her best friend would be ruined forever. For Duo, she'd risk more vampiric lives, the future ones he may take, and her own. She'd try to get the monster to live, and return to Duo.
Hilde left the shadows.
* * * *
The blonde let her long, perfectly straight hair out of its headband, letting it fall free down her back. Her severe eyes with their serious brows furrowed as she inspected her face in the dark mirror.
The chamber was of modest size, and completely unlit. The untouched bed shown its owner's personality through its almost military preciseness and neatness.
In fact, the whole room was full of a personality; a mostly rigid personality. Books neatly stacked on shelves...clothes neatly folded and placed in precise drawers...and yet...there were small signs to show that the owner of this room wasn't a militaristic person, deep down. The make- up...the almost school-girl like qualities of the clothing...and a picture on the vanity table...
The blond brushed her hair in long, rhythmic strokes. She finished, and placed the brush carefully in its place on top of the vanity. Her eyes slowly lingered on the picture. The picture of a girl. Her furrowed brow softened.
This was an ordinary, and an unordinary picture at the same time. It was musty, well worn but new. Half of it was missing, torn away. It showed the smiling face of another blonde, a different blonde. She was young, in the picture; the picture may have been a week old, or more, or less. Whatever the age, it was well cared for, nothing wrong and nothing missing and nothing out of place...except for the angry, jagged tear.
A smile played on the blonde's lips. She picked it up briefly, her grin widened. She leaned in closer, caressing it softly...
"Relena-sama..."
"Dorothy."
The blonde's head jerked away. She slammed the picture into a nearby drawer.
"What do you want, Noin-san?!" Dorothy leapt from her seated, blushing furiously.
"Lord Milliardo has called you. Lord Milliardo wishes to hold an audience with you right now."
Her eyes widened, she repressed a small smile, "Lord Milliardo?! Then I shall go right away!" She fell into step behind the older woman.
* * * *
Heero sat on the railing, moist from the sea, stained by the sea. Tainted. Rusted. His prussian eyes stared blankly ahead of him, remembering the last time he had been in this spot, the last time, when he tried to...
When he met Duo. His savior. His love.
Had he done the right thing? Breaking his heart a little and totally shattering his own, all to keep him safe? Heero could feel the pain of what he had done flowing over him in waves. He shivered, his hands flew up instinctively the warm himself. Clutching at the fabric of his sleeves, huge sobs rolled across his body.
He cried. He cried. The perfect hunter, crying over a boy he just met days ago.
Not days. A lifetime. The closest thing to a good world to live in.
And of course, he ruined it. Shattered it with his own hands. He was a horrible person. He had killed, he had murdered thousands in the past and would continue to do so in the future, he had hurt Duo, and now he was a hunter being hunted...
He had sinned, and all of it, ALL OF IT, was his own fault. Even now, being here, ever considering being with Duo, building a life, or ending his life, was a sin. A crime against his creator. He was created to take orders, to have no feelings. And then, it turned out, he did. He was a failed experiment, really. He could have gone to them, told them, and they would have reprogrammed him to have no feelings, it would solve so much, he wouldn't be in so much pain over Duo, and he'd...
Go back to being a killer. Would probably have to kill Duo eventually. How would leaving to save his koibito's life and returning to the hunters help either of them? Heero would be a killing machine again. Duo...Shinigami, would be dead.
Unless.
Unless he killed himself. Then, the vampires and the hunters had no reason to go after Heero. Also, they couldn't find him and make him into a tool again. He'd be free. Free of pain, free...
And Duo would be safe.
It was the only way. The only way for everyone to be happy.
Heero's grip loosened on the rail.
"Stop right there, hunter."
Heero's head swung around in an instant, his katana was pulled from his sheath, pointed at her neck in an instant.
"Don't kill me 'till you've heard me out. It's about Duo."
I've seen right through and underneath, and you make me better, better, better...Ok, aside from random No Doubt songs, I don't really have much to say here. This will be a fairly important chapter, and it's one of my favorites, so, onward!
Here are the obligatory warnings: yaoi, vampire-related violence, cussing...is there anything I left out there? I don't think so...wait, there're some very vague hints of unrequited/angsty yuri in this chapter, too.
Thanks to my sis rk, cryearthstearsfalltou, Duosgirl, and kiwi for the reviews! Support is always appreciated!
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Heero knew everything there was to know about vampires, so he wasn't alarmed when Duo's breathing stopped. He wasn't alarmed that Duo's lithe young body didn't brush away the dust. He knew that meant that Duo was sleeping. He knew that his body was in reality unearthly; magical; it would not disturb dust.
Heero's hand slowly caressed Duo's. He looked down into his innocent, youthful face. He remembered the night before...and the night before that, even, when his katana pressed into this boy's back.
His hand stopped moving. His stony eyes turned towards Duo.
Unbidden, his lips twisted into a forbidden smile.
He let Duo's hand slide out of his.
Heero turned and left the room. Before silently closing the door, he turned back once, and only once, to gaze at his love.
Heero closed the door.
* * * *
In his lair, the king of the vampires sat in his throne. The dreary, damp, darkness spread everywhere. Slowly, he opened his piercing blue eyes.
"Noin."
"Yes, Milliardo?" the blue-haired woman stepped from the shadows at his side. She wore a small smile.
"Dorothy...where is Dororthy?" His pale face showed no emotion. He never turned his gaze to look at her.
The corners of Noin's mouth fell slightly, "Dorothy? Why do you want to see her?"
"I have a job for her."
Noin stepped in front of him, giving him a vaguely puzzled look, "I thought that she was a..."
"She is not one of you, Noin. She's a traitor; a half and half."
"Still, why her? What do you want her to do?"
"Shinigami has a certain house guest that I'm interested in." Zechs closed his eyes and looked up at the dark ceiling.
"Heero?!" Noin looked up, shocked, "He's with...but how? How do you know?"
"I sensed something, just now..." Zechs shook his head, "In any case, Dorothy is the best we can send on this job."
"Yes. I'll go fetch her." Noin turned to step back into the shadows, but Zechs caught her arm.
"Noin, I know that it's hard for you to pretend to be...one of us. If you'd like, I could send someone else out to fetch Dorothy."
Noin smiled warmly, "It's ok. I'm used to it. I'd pretend to be anything, even a traitor to the hunters," She leaned in and gave him a small peck on the lips, "just to be by your side."
"Noin..." Zechs returned the smile, and embraced her. She broke away.
"I'll go and fetch Dorothy for you now, my Milliardo." She exited.
Noin didn't look for the right corridors to follow through the dark hallway, and she didn't need one. She slid almost slightly towards Dorothy's chamber.
"Going somewhere?" the stern voice stopped Noin briefly in her tracks. She didn't even need to turn around to know who it was.
"So, Wufei, what brings you here." She whispered coldly.
"I should be asking YOU that, weakling!" The boy, Wufei's, Chinese features were forced into a natural scowl. He yelled, "You have no right to even be here! Your no real vampire!"
"I am a full vampire. Dare you say that Lord Milliardo is allowing a still- human woman stay by his side night and day? Dare you accuse Lord Milliardo?" Noin's eyes bore into him, "Dare you challenge me?"
"You bitch! I'll expose you someday!"
Noin brushed past him, continuing on her way, "Watch what you say. You know I'm more than a match for you." She poured as much contempt as possible into the last word, never glancing back as she entered Dorthy's chamber.
"Weakling! Woman!" Wufei cried in retaliation, "Hunter!"
* * * *
Once night fell, Hilde followed him.
How could she not? Duo was her best friend- her first unrequited love. This was the boy who had slaughtered thousands like her and Duo and had just walked out of his life without a second glance.
She wouldn't let him hurt Duo like this. It would have been less painful if he had executed Duo as a demonic, evil, hated THING than to do this too him. Duo may act tough and talk trash sometimes, but he was a genuinely kind and sensitive person. This would be torture for him.
Hilde slunk through the shadows, stalking the perfect hunter as he walked to the docks. That monster, Heero, stopped at the pier and starred at the water.
Hilde didn't know what to do to him. For as easy-going and nice as she was, she hated Heero right now. She hated him from the stories of his senseless slaughter; she hated hius perfection; she hated him for leaving Duo.
And she was usually such a nice person.
She angled herself to see his face better, to know it and to loathe him more.
He was crying.
Crying? Over...maybe...Duo?
Did he understand what a monster he was? Maybe he had a reason for breaking Duo's heart. She leaned in closer as he pulled himself onto the railing.
Oh god. Was he going to try and jump again?
Well, she had no choice. If she didn't confront him, if she let the murderer of her people destroy himself, her best friend would be ruined forever. For Duo, she'd risk more vampiric lives, the future ones he may take, and her own. She'd try to get the monster to live, and return to Duo.
Hilde left the shadows.
* * * *
The blonde let her long, perfectly straight hair out of its headband, letting it fall free down her back. Her severe eyes with their serious brows furrowed as she inspected her face in the dark mirror.
The chamber was of modest size, and completely unlit. The untouched bed shown its owner's personality through its almost military preciseness and neatness.
In fact, the whole room was full of a personality; a mostly rigid personality. Books neatly stacked on shelves...clothes neatly folded and placed in precise drawers...and yet...there were small signs to show that the owner of this room wasn't a militaristic person, deep down. The make- up...the almost school-girl like qualities of the clothing...and a picture on the vanity table...
The blond brushed her hair in long, rhythmic strokes. She finished, and placed the brush carefully in its place on top of the vanity. Her eyes slowly lingered on the picture. The picture of a girl. Her furrowed brow softened.
This was an ordinary, and an unordinary picture at the same time. It was musty, well worn but new. Half of it was missing, torn away. It showed the smiling face of another blonde, a different blonde. She was young, in the picture; the picture may have been a week old, or more, or less. Whatever the age, it was well cared for, nothing wrong and nothing missing and nothing out of place...except for the angry, jagged tear.
A smile played on the blonde's lips. She picked it up briefly, her grin widened. She leaned in closer, caressing it softly...
"Relena-sama..."
"Dorothy."
The blonde's head jerked away. She slammed the picture into a nearby drawer.
"What do you want, Noin-san?!" Dorothy leapt from her seated, blushing furiously.
"Lord Milliardo has called you. Lord Milliardo wishes to hold an audience with you right now."
Her eyes widened, she repressed a small smile, "Lord Milliardo?! Then I shall go right away!" She fell into step behind the older woman.
* * * *
Heero sat on the railing, moist from the sea, stained by the sea. Tainted. Rusted. His prussian eyes stared blankly ahead of him, remembering the last time he had been in this spot, the last time, when he tried to...
When he met Duo. His savior. His love.
Had he done the right thing? Breaking his heart a little and totally shattering his own, all to keep him safe? Heero could feel the pain of what he had done flowing over him in waves. He shivered, his hands flew up instinctively the warm himself. Clutching at the fabric of his sleeves, huge sobs rolled across his body.
He cried. He cried. The perfect hunter, crying over a boy he just met days ago.
Not days. A lifetime. The closest thing to a good world to live in.
And of course, he ruined it. Shattered it with his own hands. He was a horrible person. He had killed, he had murdered thousands in the past and would continue to do so in the future, he had hurt Duo, and now he was a hunter being hunted...
He had sinned, and all of it, ALL OF IT, was his own fault. Even now, being here, ever considering being with Duo, building a life, or ending his life, was a sin. A crime against his creator. He was created to take orders, to have no feelings. And then, it turned out, he did. He was a failed experiment, really. He could have gone to them, told them, and they would have reprogrammed him to have no feelings, it would solve so much, he wouldn't be in so much pain over Duo, and he'd...
Go back to being a killer. Would probably have to kill Duo eventually. How would leaving to save his koibito's life and returning to the hunters help either of them? Heero would be a killing machine again. Duo...Shinigami, would be dead.
Unless.
Unless he killed himself. Then, the vampires and the hunters had no reason to go after Heero. Also, they couldn't find him and make him into a tool again. He'd be free. Free of pain, free...
And Duo would be safe.
It was the only way. The only way for everyone to be happy.
Heero's grip loosened on the rail.
"Stop right there, hunter."
Heero's head swung around in an instant, his katana was pulled from his sheath, pointed at her neck in an instant.
"Don't kill me 'till you've heard me out. It's about Duo."