A/N: This is shounen-ai, meaning two guys get together. So please don't try complaining if you are dissatisfied with the 1x2 pairing. You were forewarned.
Thanks to all the people who reviewed in the past two chapters, you know who you are... :) I apologize if the paragraphing is a little messy. It seems that I can't use the asterisk to divide POVs like I used to back then... frown
So here it is, chapter two of DiD, as I like to call it. Contains probably more than a hint of OOC-ness, but I think you'll like what happens near the end, although I'm willing to bet more than a few will be saying, "Damn you, Rei, stop throwing random stuff we don't understand in the story!". Sorry if this story is confusing, by the way. I meshed all my past ideas together to make this one. Feel free to e-mail me at if you want to talk about DiD in all its confusion, fanfics, 1x2, GW, or just anime. And suggestions are very much welcome, although no worries for the plot since I've already thought it out. Enjoy!
-Rei:)
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Gundam Wing. If I did, I would have had Relena killed off in the first episode. That and Heero suck face with Duo...haha.
Descent Into Dissonance
Chapter II – AwakenHeero didn't know when he had fallen asleep. He didn't remember it, but he assumed he had, because he was dreaming he was inside the dorm already on his bed, and the boy named Duo, who should have been dead at that point, was sleeping with him. Then he frowned and rubbed his eyes, willing the room to disappear and him to be back with his face against the asphalt, pressed against another teenager bathed in blood.
It was no dream. He was still inside the dorm, lying on his bed with a warm body pressed tightly against his, and he saw no sign of blood or wounds from the night before. He sat up rigidly in the bed, yanked his gun from its holster, and enunciated the first words that came to him.
"Omae wo korosu." As the nose of the pistol he was holding was forced down the small of his companion's back, Duo stirred and reached for Heero's hand. When his hand touched Heero's shoulder, Heero flinched and slapped his hand away. Finally waking up, Duo sat up too, and let out a huge yawn, stretching his arms out. He didn't have a shirt on.
"Whassamatter, Heero?" He mumbled sleepily as he ran a hand through his long, unbraided hair. Then he seemed to realize that a gun was being pointed at him. He laughed suddenly and held up his arms in mock surrender.
"Who are you." He questioned icily, his finger still against the trigger of his gun, ready to pull should the need arise. Duo shrugged nonchalantly.
"Duo Maxwell." Heero glared at him, but he refused to be daunted. Just as Heero was about to put a bullet in his body to persuade him to answer, the door swung open to reveal an irate Wufei Chang, an obviously worried Quatre Raberba Winner, and a still silent Trowa Barton.
"Yuy!" Wufei barked from the entrance. "Where have you been since last night until this morning?" Heero merely lifted an eyebrow at the abrupt inquiry.
"Doing business." He curtly replied. He glowered at the others, daring them to ask any similar questions. When silence greeted the room, he fell silent and looked at his bedspread. It was better than contemplating the fact that he had just slept with a complete stranger (bad, considering that he didn't know what Duo could've done to him in that short period of time), and he had missed a day of classes (good, considering he had managed to avoid Relena's company).
"So," Normally soft-spoken Trowa broke the uneasy silence. "Who is he?" He gestured to the long-haired boy seated next to Heero on the bed. And for once, Heero was at a loss of what to say.
Duo was the person he'd found on the sidewalk bleeding to death? Duo was just a poor boy he'd seen freezing outside the dorm and decided to share a warm bed with? Duo was his lover who'd dropped by last night? He blanched at the last one. Nobody would ever believe that in a million years, not even himself.
Heero clenched his fists, frustrated by the fact that he had no plausible explanations at hand. Wufei took his speechlessness as proven guilt, and he snorted contemptuously. "Don't you see, Barton, that it's probably a lover Yuy decided to bring to the dorm?" He curled his lip in disdain. Quatre coughed to gain everyone's attention. All eyes swiveled to his direction impatiently.
"Excuse me, but what's your name? In all this fuss we forgot to ask you for it." Quatre smiled apologetically, and received a wide smile from the striking violet-eyed teenager in return. He sighed inwardly. He should have known that the Perfect Soldier Heero Yuy needed something to alleviate his stress. A soldier, after all, couldn't achieve optimal performance if he had a huge build-up of stress in so short a time. But was he to know Yuy would use sex to accomplish those means?
"I'm Duo Maxwell. I run, I hide, but I never lie." Duo stated firmly, uneasy of the sense of familiarity he was experiencing but was nevertheless not reciprocated by the others. He pushed the thought away, and repeated his statement with more conviction that what he felt at the moment. All regarded him skeptically at his last words, then decided to take the benefit of the doubt until so proven.
He smiled secretly in silent victory. Yes, he oftentimes omitted some things, but that wasn't necessarily lying, was it? No, of course not. Some things were best left unsaid, after all.
Like how he and Heero had stumbled their way into the dorm at two o'clock in the morning, for one.
Flashback
"Heero?" Duo whispered suddenly. His companion opened one blue eye, but said nothing. He hoped it was a sign that Heero was really awake, not just blinking in his sleep.
"We gotta go now…" He was getting increasingly nervous. It was already early morning, he estimated, by the dark blue hue that had settled itself in the sky. Surely someone would notice that Heero was missing from the dorm and still hadn't returned. His brows furrowed as he considered how exactly he had known Heero had come from the dorm, but he couldn't arrive at an answer. He just knew, somehow, just as he knew that Heero's name was indeed Heero.
Thankfully, Heero seemed to have responded to the plea, and the two of them slowly got up, filthy garments and all, and walked towards the direction of the dorm. Of course, Duo regretted belatedly, not without leaving a bloody trail in their wake. He half-expected someone to boom out 'Halt!' as he fished for a hairpin in his braid and busied himself with getting the now-locked entrance open for them to slip quietly inside. When he got it unlocked, he placed his hand on top of Heero's and motioned with a flick of his braid. The boy next to him nodded almost imperceptibly, and the two of them cautiously stepped into the lobby. As they ran stealthily through the halls of the first floor, Duo asked in a low voice, "Where's your dorm room?"
"Next door on the left, Room # 0013." Even as they ran, Duo's thoughts were primarily on the blood bath he was well aware the floor was getting. When they bounded to the right, he immediately came to a stop and turned the doorknob hastily. His eyes darted from person to sleeping person, and when he was finally content that they were indeed fully asleep, he dragged Heero with him and they slid past the beds, grabbed clothes for the both of them, and went to the bathroom.
Once there, Duo impulsively reached out and cupped Heero's face with his hands, then he leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth. Heero's eyes widened, but he did nothing to discourage it, only putting his hands on Duo's shoulders as if for support as he backed up against the wall. So when he pulled away reluctantly and turned on the hot water to fill the tub, Heero's eyes still had a glazed look in them, even as the two of them started undressing simultaneously to get rid of the blood and grime they'd acquired from outside.
When they stepped inside the bathtub, Duo let out a small sigh of satisfaction. His fatigue was slowly wearing away with the soothing waters, and while he lathered his hair with a generous amount of the dorm's shampoo, he hummed a cheerful melody to himself. Heero, on the other hand, he soon witnessed, had fallen asleep right in the tub, the water up to his shoulders and his messy brown hair sopping wet on the sides as his head tilted to the left unconsciously in an attempt to get comfortable.
Duo smiled. Heero was so cute when he was asleep, although he still had that little frown on his face, he mused, and a quiet chuckle escaped him.
After he finished taking his luxurious bath, he woke Heero so he could finish his bath and dress, then grabbed his boxers and dressed into another pair of spandex shorts. He grinned at that. He guessed that Heero probably had nothing in his closet but spandex shorts and green tank tops aside from the school uniform. And he supposed Heero also wouldn't have a spare hair tie since his current one was so dirty, would he?
Deciding to leave his hair down, he moved on to deciding what else he should fix. When he looked at their dirty clothes, though, he bit his lip. He wasn't sure what to do with them. If he burned them, the whole building would smell it. But if he put it in the wash, it might look suspicious. He glanced at Heero, who'd fallen right back asleep after dressing, and exhaled sharply. He threw the dirty clothing in the clothes hamper, gently woke Heero up, saying softly that it was time to go to bed, and collapsed sitting on the bed after what seemed like an eternity. He allowed Heero to lie on the bed, his head against the soft pillow, and he resigned himself to propping his head by the bedside and sleeping on the floor. Then he heard someone call his name.
"Duo…" His head whipped around. Who knew his name? When he heard it again, though, he recognized Heero's voice. He frowned. Yes, he remembered Heero well enough, at least he did in those odd flashes of so-called memories
"Yeah?" Duo responded lightly, looking up. He didn't expect an answer, so he was very, very shocked and a little more than surprised when Heero grabbed his arm in a sudden burst of strength and practically threw him on the bed, leaving him gasping for breath.
"Payback…" Heero muttered, and refused to let go of him. Stifling a delighted laugh, Duo thought, 'Oh, what the hell?' and curled up on the bed next to him.
End of Flashback
Yes, that was definitely an interesting start. Never mind that he acted like he was high on cocaine or something. He couldn't believe that THE Heero Yuy would allow some random person like HIM to do stuff like that to him… maybe he did drug Heero and he didn't realize it. He jerked up his head in the middle of his reverie when someone coughed loudly again.
"Umm, excuse me, Duo, but what exactly is your relationship with Heero?" Quatre inquired as tactfully as he could. He couldn't help but ask. He was only human, after all, and sometimes curiosity got the best of him. Duo coughed suddenly and he covered his mouth with a hand to repress the laughter he knew was getting the better of him.
'My relationship with Heero, huh? Hmmm…' A positively wicked gleam was in his eyes as he pondered over what was most likely to embarrass his companion. He thought of the earlier accusation he'd heard, which got another puzzling flash of what seemed to be fragments of memories, and opened his mouth to prepare to answer as best as he could.
"As Wufei mentioned a while ago, I AM Heero's lover…" He flashed a triumphant smile at Wufei, unaware of the slip his tongue had made in the process. However, everyone else was not nearly so inattentive, and one of them decided to take immediate action on the potential threat.
"You! Maxwell, you say? How do you know me? I've never even seen you before!" The outraged Chinese boy was there near the door one second and pressing a sword to his throat in the next. Unable to move or talk, he sat helplessly, waiting for something to happen. Thankfully, Quatre intervened.
"No, Wufei! We mustn't! I'm sure Duo must have a good explanation as to why he knows your name. Please, let's just hear him out. Don't you think so, Trowa?" The tall boy nodded.
"Heero?" He turned pleading eyes to the impassive Japanese student, and got a 'hn' in response.
"Thank you." He smiled gratefully, and with a sigh, Wufei lowered his sword. Duo winced; the sword had left a cut in his neck. He swallowed, and then began to talk.
"I woke up yesterday evening with an indeterminable loss of blood and complete memory loss. I don't know what happened before that, but the last thing I remember is falling from a high structure and not being able to get up. After seeing Heero, I just knew that he was a part of the big puzzle which used to be my life, and magically, I somehow knew who he was." Heero's eyes widened imperceptibly. Duo cleared his throat and continued.
"And I also knew he was sleeping in this exact building. I don't know why, but I knew that and I trusted him completely because there was an aching sense of familiarity about him. When I slept here for the night, actually, make it morning, the weird feeling of having seen and having known him and you guys was stronger, but it was only when all of you were here that I experienced several times a set of flashbacks." Duo stopped at this and frowned. He was unsure of how to continue, but Quatre nodded encouragingly.
"One of these was sparring with Wufei over here a few years back… and another was of teasing Heero about Relena and her refusal to accept he didn't share the feeling of love she harbored for him… and…" Duo blushed and shook his head furiously, and everyone blinked in confusion.
"And?" Wufei prompted. Despite himself, he was curious as to how someone he'd never seen before could claim to have sparred with him. However, his prodding only served to make Duo turn redder. Heero smirked.
"You look like a tomato right now." He commented. He was answered with a death glare.
"Well, I'm so sorry Your Highness, but that memory I am unwilling to divulge concerns you too, buster, so don't act so arrogant!" He retorted. Then he grinned humorlessly, and even Quatre was taken aback by the complete change in expression.
"Okay then… since Heero wants everyone to know it so bad… Irmmbredhavinsixwihero…" Nobody knew what to make of it, so Wufei scowled at him.
"What did you say?" The rest of the people nodded. Duo at normal talking speed was fast enough; Duo at hyper talking speed was scary. Duo muttered under his breath about dumb idiots being deaf, but he took a deep breath and then he said it again, more clearly this time.
"I remembered having sex with Heero…" And Duo flopped face down back on the bed, too embarrassed to say any more. The three people watched in morbid fascination as the aforementioned boy turned impossibly crimson, then blue, then white.
And then he stood still.
Quatre, unable to resist, poked the Japanese boy's face experimentally, then snatched his hand right back in case Heero had any plans. They waited.
Nothing.
Because of Duo's untimely confession, even the great stone man Heero Yuy had suffered a breakdown.
And it looked like he wasn't going to awaken any time soon.