I Wish You Saw…
Chapter Three: To Die, Then Sleep Some more
Disclaimer: If I owned GW, it would be rated X. 'Nuff said.
BAM BAM BAM!
"DUO! TIME FOR DINNER! Duo?"
Well, guess I didn't die...Hey, look! I fell on my arm! My arm's asleep from the shoulder up. There goes the dying theory. Hell, might as well go to dinner.
"YEAH, YEAH. I'M COMING!" I call to Noin, who is bashing on my door again. Gee, can't that woman STOP taking those testosterone pills? She's manlier than I am, and I was BORN with a Y-chromosome! My arm is still bleeding, but sluggishly now. Better than dying, I guess. I'm not too sure. Grab the gauze and head over to the bathroom. Quickly, I clean off the obvious dried blood with the towel I brought from home. Can't have Quatre yelling at me for leaving his home towels full of blood, now can I? Gotta clean off most of the rest, too. That is the WIERDEST feeling in the world, trying to play normal, when your stomach and chest are covered in dried-ish blood. Bandage up arm, bandage leg, all's good. Now, find the shirt Mill...Zechs! Get it RIGHT! Z-E-C-H-S! Zechs, fucktard, Zechs! Now find the shirt that ZECHS got me, and put it on. Find some lovely black pants, and wear them. Best to wear black if there is a chance that my wounds might bleed through the gauze. Shoes! Black socks I was wearing earlier? Ummmm...Bloody mess? BAD BOY! Toss them in the sink and let them soak. It's six o' five! I've been out for eight hours! Whoa. Trippy. Any who! No time! No time! Put on the shoes without the socks!
"Duo?" SHIT! Zechs!
"Yeah?" Shit! I sound like I've been asleep for years!
"Were you napping?" Napping? Plausible. I'll go with that.
"Just woke up. Sorry for being late!" Well, it's true. I DID just wake up...
"Oh, OK. I'll wait for you down stairs." Fuck! Stairs! I'll NEVER get back up! Oh, well. I guess I'll just have to party hard and get the others to take me to my room. Coming to the stairs, I realize the easiest way to kill to birds with one stone lies in the large wooden banister.
"BANZAI!" I cry as I slide down the steps with all the grace of a hyperactive five-year-old with one leg on either side of the banister. Now I don't have to worry about walking down stairs, or having everyone else worry about my super sized nap. My eyes widen as I realize that I have no way of slowing down, and I'm catching up to Zechs. Oops. Guess I'm gonna land on my ass...
AW, SHIT! There's a ball on the end of the banister! A big ball, that is gonna crush my nuts! HELP! There's a nutcracker at the end of the banister! I close my eyes, not wanting to see this mutilation of myself.
"DUO!" Came two shouts, one from behind me, one from in front of me, and then I wasn't moving. I was being held in a pair of strong arms. Opening my eyes, I come face to face with my rescuer as one of his arms finds its way from around my waist to under my knees.
"Hiya, Hee-chan..." I'm kinda hesitant to talk to him. Really, he there's no way he can know about the mutilation, so he must want a look at my ribs.
"You should be more careful, Duo. I don't want to see you hurt." Boy, that was a weird thing for Heero to say. Oh, well, can't expect Mr. Spandex-man to know much about being human yet.
"You shouldn't be touching him, you pervert." Milliardo said from my left. I look at where I am. Shit. A few more inches and there'd be no chance for any little Duo Maxwells to run around, not that my orientation would allow that to happen, anyway, but it's still not nice to think about.
"Hn. No one else would have made it. Would you rather he sing soprano?" Wow. I think Heero just made a joke...
"Take your hands off him, bastard." Milliardo sure seems violent towards Heero. Maybe he's a homophobic.
"Ur...Are wegonna miss dinner?" Zechs and Heero are locked in their glare-down. Jesus, Zechs can glare! I thought Heero's death-glare was bad, but Zechsy-poo is giving as good as he gets. "Well, if you two are gonna miss out on some yummy food, can you put me in the dining room, or at least down, so I can get some food?" Heero gives me the shot-in-the-foot look again, but didn't seem to want to release his grip on me. "Dining hall? Mush, boy!" I tell him, and he smiles at me. Creepy. And at the same time, Heero has a really nice smile. Heero carries me all the way to the dining room, and sets me gently in the chair that has my place marker in front of it. On my left, Zechs Marquise, on my right, Heero Yuy. To Heero's right, Relena, then at the foot of the table is Trowa, on Trowa's right is Wufei, Sally, Hilde, and Noin. Of course, at the head of the table is Quatre.
The meal began quietly enough, with everyone eating. Then it seemed that everyone wanted to know something about me, especially Quatre, Sally, Zechs, and Heero. The last two just confusicate me. Boy, I've never met such a hot-cold guy as Heero, and Zechs is acting like he owns me. I don't know what this is about, but it is wierding me out. Hey! That rhymes! Sally keeps asking me about my diet. I never took her to be the type totake work home with her, but whatever floats herboat. And Q keeps asking if I'm happy with Hilde. Of course I'm happy with her! She is the only reason I'm alive on some days.
After dinner, we head into Quatre's 'party room' complete with dance floor and the latest music system. I head to the wet bar to get plastered. No one seems to notice that I'm getting drunk, or if they do, they think it's normal. No one has asked me if I'm OK yet, so I must be doing good. Wonder if I'll ever get drunk enough to admit I'm drunk?
"Duo?" Heero asked. Why do people seem to make your name a question when drunk?
"Yesh?" I'm slurring my words already? Must be some good shit.
"Why is there blood all over our bathroom?" Blood? Don't bother me with blood, I'm too drunk to care! HEY! I just admitted I'm drunk! That calls for another drink!
"Whysh thar bloohd all o'er th' bafroom, 'Ro?" Not drunk enough yet. Down goes some more vodka.
"Duo." Again with my name. This time, it's a warning.
"Thash me name." Three Heero's look better than one! Hey, I wonder if I'd screw three Heeros at the same time?
"Why is there blood all over the bathroom, Duo?" He means business, now. Time to go. I seem to stumble off the barstool, I know I look like I'm about to puke. Maybe I am, if Heero catches me. Like a flash, though, I run through the door, through the house and am running down the street before anyone can think. I don't know the layout of the land around the area, but I know that there are virtually no neighbors for miles. Suddenly, I'm not running on land anymore, and with a large splash, I hit the canal.
Freezing water engulfed me, and I knew I was screwed. Sober, but screwed. The sides of the canal are way too steep for me to climb without aid of ...something. Hell, I can't even think, it's so cold. My arm is killing me, and my thigh is in more pain than when I first cut it. Crap. All my joints hurt from cold. My spine feels like white hot knives are being shoved between each vertebra. Man, with torture like this, who needs sadists? It's kinda warming up...ish...I'm so sleepy...Can't sleep...Must keep moving...I wonder how long it's gonna take me to die...
SPLASH! Shit! Broken bottles being dumped on my head. Fun. What next? God, my arm is heavy...Let's get these bandages off. I half take off my shirt. Letting it trail behind me in the water, and unwind the ace from my arm and elbow. I guess I'm farther gone than I thought, 'cause it's kinda trippy to watch the gauze float down... down... down under the water. I pull my shirt back over my arm and button it up again. I decide that it would be a better idea to take off the gauze on my leg, too, if only to have something to look at while I freeze my ass off. I unbutton my pants, and pull them down under the water to peel off the surgical tape holding the gauze on my leg down. Watching the bandage slip away from me, I realize that I should have gone skinny dipping a long time ago. Before that thought can go any further, I pull up my pants and keep trying to keep my head above water. Or sludge as the case may be. This water has to be nastier than my mind. At least it's not cold anymore. Soon, I'll slip into a deep sleep and never wake up... How long have I been here? With the little bit of sky I can see, I can't tell.
"DUO!" Is that God? Am I dead? "ZECHS! BRING THE VAN!" I think I'll just go to sleep...