Title: Ashes and Cloves: Enter Nuit, Drunken Spoofs II Part Three of ???
Author: Heeroduo1x2x1
Feedback: Yes…
Disclaimer: Erm.... Regretfully, I don't own it, that is the privilege of the staff: Masashi Ikeda (director), Shukou Murase (character design), Kunio Ohkawara (mechanical design), along with other people and companies I am not remembering the names of. See, not me!!
Warnings/Rating: 12; PG-13 for language and shounen ai (eventually); Probably A LOT of OOCness (::Shrugs:: It's hard to write in Heero's perspective...), and use of big words that my mother became immeasurably confused by. ::Grins impishly::
Babble: Oooo! I forgot to add the footnote for the last chapter! PSM is an abbreviation for Paranoia Survivor Max, which is one of the hardest (in my opinion) songs in DDR. I thought making Duo like that song would be amusing. I changed my mind about this half of the chapter. It seems writing in Duo's POV will ruin the story, so it must remain in Heero's so I can surprise everyone. Yay!
I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed this story, and hope you all know that I REALLY appreciate it! ::glomps everyone::
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I probably enjoyed the mosh pit the most that night. I was more than a little drunk, and it made the band on stage sound even louder. Duo and I were surrounded by people as we made our way to the edge of the pit, men and women alike shoving and pushing and yelling as others did the same. Was being moved by the swollen crowd, and I moved against the tide they had created. I was lost in a sea of pushing bodies.
Someone slammed into my side, and I glanced at the offender, Duo's face greeting my vision with a wide grin as he repeated his action, only to be pushed from behind right onto me. In my mild drunken haze, I wrapped by arms around his waist, and we proceeded to wreck havoc amongst the pit together.
I don't know how long we stayed there, but by the time we headed back to the bar, a different band was preparing to get off stage. I all but fell onto my stool, a soft chuckle escaping as I swallowed some of the beer that Duo's friend had placed before us upon our return. I rested my head on my arms and closed my eyes, listening as Duo described our adventure to Hilde. I wasn't really paying attention to the words, just the sound of them. His diction was perfect; I wasn't sure if he'd had anything to drink that night. I realized that they stopped talking and I glanced up, seeing them stare at me.
"What?" I muttered, quirking an eyebrow.
"You feeling okay, buddy?"
"Yeeeeaaaaah. I'm fine." I pointed to the bottle, "Just a tad bit… uhh…"
"Wasted?" Hilde put in and I blinked.
"Is that the right word?" I pondered aloud, grabbing the bottle and examining it. "I've only had two, right?"
I listened to Hilde laugh and Duo stared at her. "Try an entire six-pack. You were gulping those fuckers down!"
I didn't remember drinking that many. I honestly only remembered getting two, but looking at the serious yet amused expression on the woman's face, I knew she told the truth. "I guess I wasn't paying attention."
It explained why I felt more than just a bit uncoordinated, why I felt, as she so casually called it, "wasted."
Duo didn't believe it quite as quickly, "But I've only seen him drink three! Where the hell'd you get six from?"
"When you were in the arcade, dumbass. He looked miserable and was off in his own little world. He wasn't even paying attention to what he was drinking! Could've been rat poison or something." Hilde giggled, patting me on the back. I stiffened at her touch. "Whoa."
Grunting, I put my head back down and yawned, "Hn. I'm tired."
Whether or not that was the reason Duo grabbed me up and waved a curt goodbye to his friend was never known to me, but before I could even comprehend the movement we stood outside Nuit, and I found that I was having trouble standing. I hadn't felt that weak and susceptible since the last time I'd been to that place, and Duo actually had to hold me up. Despite the fact that I was nowhere near as screwed up as last time, my movements were sluggish and we both knew I wouldn't be able to walk back to our apartment unaided.
I'd never actually owned a car, which at that moment I was both thankful for and very annoyed at. Yes, it would have been easier to have gotten back to the apartment if Duo or I had a car, but I doubt I would have been able to drive and I didn't trust Duo to drive anymore than myself. So I suppose that lack of transportation was a good thing, even if it was an inconvenience.
"Duo?"
"Yeah, Heero?"
"I… I think I'm going to puke."
He chuckled, "Well that's a nice image."
If I hadn't been holding back a vast amount of vomit, I would have sneered and glared at him. However, I wasn't able to do this, and all that was recognizable on my face was a very pitiful expression, which caused Duo to almost fall over laughing. He probably would have, if he hadn't been so intent on getting me safely home – and to a toilet. I was so focused on keeping the bile from rising up, that I didn't even notice when we stumbled into our apartment building and onto the lift to our floor. I was thankful that it was in service.
"We're almost back, 'kay?" Duo patted my arm reassuringly as the lift door opened and we stepped off.
"Just open the damned door."
He chuckled as he used his free hand to dig in his pocket for the door key, and I zoned out before hearing the familiar click of the lock right before we stumbled inside. The movement caused the vomit to rise up in my mouth and I swallowed it back down before looking at Duo. I wouldn't make to the bathroom unaided.
"Duo?"
"Hmm?"
"Bathroom." I gagged, "Now!"
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A/N: Eek, sorry for the shortness. I'm just trying to get away from this scene now. The next chapter will stray from this scene, and will take place at a later occasion. I know EXACTLY what I want to do with this now, so I just have to get it written. Which may take a while, as I'm moving soon and might not have access to a computer for a while. I'll keep updating Wise Blood as much as possible, and Organic is being updated simultaneously with this. So… I've been busy.
Hells-angel8!! I just realized what you were talking about in your review of chapter 2! ::sweatdrops:: "He stared at me for a moment, as if sizing the response and I up." I couldn't think of any other way to write that, but it's basically the way that Duo is looking Heero over, trying to figure out the response and Heero at the same time. I does sound kinda awkward, but it's the only phrasing I could think of. Oo