Title: Halloween Masquerade
Author: Avel
Summary: When darkness consumes two youths, will they accept it? Light and day will never be the same and nights of feverish bloodshed are just a bite away.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, nor do I make a profit from these works.
Pairings: 1x3x2, 5x4, and 6x13
Duo looked away, a flame of anger sparking from the soft comment.
"But not by choice! You turned us without consent because of your bloody selfish desires! And you expect me to get over that? You're the one who took my life away! You're the one who should be suffering in this eternity of hell, not me!" He sneered, violet eyes ablaze as he sat up, oblivious of Trowa's tense form.
"You have some nerve, you hear me? You had to go and ruin our lives so that you could deal with this? Just to make you feel better? Disgusting! To think I should turn to Trowa for consolation, or do you not remember the first time we woke up!"
Duo's voice had risen with each outburst and had broke off with a short yell that resonated in the quiet bedroom.
"You remember don't you? How could you possibly forget, you nearly broke him." His words rained down like ice, calm and cynical. His eyes challenging Heero as he gave him a harsh look of defiance.
Heero, unable to restrain his temper, snapped at the cruel reminder. His fist, driving with the single purpose of silencing Duo before the guilt could resurface from where it had laid dormant in the back of his mind for several years. The fist connected with a sharp cheekbone, forcing the head to turn quickly to the side with the strength of the blow.
"Trowa." Duo whispered, eyes widening slightly.
"Ahou" Heero grated out coldly, face void of emotion.
"Itaiyo! Nani? Okotte no?" Trowa growled lowly at Heero before swiftly turning so that his face was inches away from Duo's.
"Ne hanata…nani ateru no?" He asked voice still agitated.
"I'm not hiding anything!" Duo voiced stubbornly, "You know it's true! We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him!" He glared at Heero before his eyes narrowed calculatingly, looking Trowa straight on he continued.
"You wouldn't have had to watch her die."
Trowa shoved himself away from Duo before climbing off the bed and passing Heero quickly. Returning to his bedroom he grabbed a hooded black sweatshirt and threw it on, bending down he slipped on some socks before pulling on his black boots. Making his way down the hall he stole a pair of gloves and placed them on and as he reached the front door he took a pair of sunglasses off the small table stationed next to the door and placed them on.
"Doko desu ka?" Heero voiced in a hard monotone.
"Out." Trowa didn't bother hiding his distressed manner, before opening the front door of their apartment and closing it rather forcefully behind him.
Heero knew immediately that Duo had hurt Trowa with his uncalled for remark and the tension in the air was thick as Trowa exited the room. Duo looked frustrated but made no move to follow Trowa out, so with a final glance at Duo's downcast face, he left the room in order to address Trowa. Though the bedroom was empty, he could hear Trowa down the hall heading toward the front door. Picking up the pace, he caught Trowa as he reached the door, asking him where he was going. Though his tone had been uncaring, inwardly he was confused and weary of Trowa's intentions.
Trowa's clad form was dressed to prevent UV rays from coming into contact with his skin, however Heero was well aware that it was highly dangerous to go out of the apartment during the day. So many different scenarios could occur, the bustling of people on the sidewalk could un-intentionally cause the hood of the sweatshirt to move or thrust Trowa so that his face would come in contact with the light. The way a certain object moved could send different rays of light into shaded areas. These situations were unpredictable and unsettling to think about.
When Trowa replied that he was leaving, Heero was at a loss of action. Trowa was breaking one of the main rules that they had set up in the relationship. Leaving during the day without supervision. Knowing full well that he wasn't dressed properly to follow Trowa, and that he was fairly certain that Duo could and probably would pull any stunt while he was away, opted to stay inside the apartment. Rage coursed through his veins as he punched the door with violent force, causing the skin to split and other areas to swell and bruise. The cold flesh became slightly heated in the wounded areas, but in no way had the same affect as if he had been alive.
Duo glared at the door in Heero's bedroom, the room was empty but that didn't prevent any and all objects in the room from being gazed on with burning hatred. He felt sick and depressed, and the fact that he had just drove Trowa off didn't help in the least bit.
"Baka." Duo moaned viciously, fists hitting his head in frustration.
Why had he felt the need to drive Trowa off? He had rationally known that mentioning the past wouldn't bring Trowa to agree with him about Heero's unjust act. But he had felt the need to spark some type of anger out of him, nonetheless. The plan had backfired miserably. He had heard the front door close, and the sound of something, maybe the wall be pounded by an upset Heero. The day had been a complete disaster, and he could already feel the desperation and need to cling to someone in order to regain some stability, begin to flood his mind.
However, Shinigami was not one to go apologizing to the source of all his torment. He didn't need Heero's comfort, and he didn't need Trowa either. He had been just fine by himself in the past. He had grown up as an orphan and had lived a solitary life until he turned nineteen, only to be converted and have his age progression be permanently halted. Cursed with the appearance of youthful vibrancy, while disguising years of aged maturity.
What made this situation any different? Heero didn't own him, as much as he believed he did. He didn't need Trowa's constant companionship. He could make it on his own just fine without the both of them. He felt a slight cringe tug at the corner of his lips as he thought about leaving them. He heard footsteps heading back toward the room and watched as Heero reappeared in the room moments later.
Barely glancing at Duo, Heero moved to the bed, lying down on Duo's left side, before gazing steadily at the ceiling.
"He left." Heero stated rather cryptically.
"Doko ka?" He heard Duo ask quietly.
"Shirumasen" He answered calmly, prepared for Duo's response.
"Shiyou ikimasu." Duo stood quickly, clearly not understanding why Heero wasn't following.
"If we don't go after him…"He heard Duo paused in realization. "You'll let me go after him?" He questioned a bit slowly.
"What is stopping me from running off?" He asked rather slyly, looking at Heero with a cocky smirk.
"You'll leave him?" Heero asked, watching Duo's eyes darken momentarily.
"You?" Duo countered smoothly.
"Iie." Heero locked eyes with Duo, displaying his sincerity in the steady answer.
"I'll be back later, then." Duo said overconfidently, as he went to get dressed.
Trowa had stuck to the inner sidewalk, walking close and under overhead shades cast down from local food restaurants and shops. It wasn't too crowded, but there were occasions he had had to sidestep past some shoppers and other oblivious people. He had decided that he would head toward the local park, the numerous trees planted there would produce a secure amount of shade and a quiet setting where he could avoid interaction with people.
"You sure are a slow one." Came Duo's exasperated voice from behind him as he continued walking.
"Here all I had to do was think of a place where you would go and sure enough, I find you on the way." Duo commented, "And here I was expecting a chase." He sighed as a hand gripped his shoulder, halting them both.
"Why are you here?" He asked softly, "You should be back home, moping." He glanced at Duo's mock cheerful smile.
"Now, you and I both no, I can't very well mope without you being there." Duo grinned.
"Where would be the fun in that?" He continued shrugging slightly.
"I'm surprised Heero sent you." Trowa stated simply, watching Duo flinch.
"Fine, fine, point taken." Duo waved a hand of annoyance.
"So really I should be asking you why you bailed when you knew I was just venting shit." Duo asked, fake indifference dripping from his lips.
"We need to be separated." Trowa paused, "You two will drive each other over the edge at this rate."
"Hasn't affected us all that much before." Duo answered swiftly.
"You two are foolish." Trowa replied nonchalantly.
"Eh?" Duo's smile wavered.
"This will never work, we're too different." Trowa breathed.
"The hell we are, it's you who is making yourself the outsider here." Duo snapped.
"What about you and Heero?" He stated calmly, watching Duo wince slightly.
"We're just peachy, as long as he has you within reaching distance." Duo smiled darkly.
"Yakimochiyaki no?" Trowa gave an emotionless smile.
"Jealous? Where the hell do you get this shit from anyway, why the hell would I be jealous?" Duo questioned heatedly.
"So what do you want if you don't want Heero all to yourself?" Trowa countered, his chest tightening in anticipation.
"I need you." Duo whispered, "We need you." He paused as a young couple passed by, the shopping bags crinkling with the movement.
"It's not working because we all share separately." Duo sighed, looking at Trowa tiredly.
"We take turns with each other, I spend time with you, he spends time with you, you spend time with me, and you spend time with Heero, and so on." Duo continued.
"It's like there is a block between each of us." He reached a gloved hand to gently touch Trowa's face, careful not to expose him to any light.
"I don't want the only thing we share to be sex." Duo said carefully, as he pulled Trowa closer to him, into a loose embrace.
"Wakatta." Trowa murmured softly before pulling away.
"But that doesn't mean I'm complaining about the sex." Duo smiled, his rigorous humor reappearing, lightening the seriousness of the conversation.
"Of course you wouldn't." Trowa indulged him, "Not with all the noise you make in bed." He ended playfully, hearing Duo's indignant huff and a soft chuckle follow his words.
"So we're cool? Water under the bridge and all that?" Duo asked a bit hesitantly as they started walking back toward the direction of the apartment complex.
"Hai, but don't mention her again when you decide to throw a fit." Trowa replied calmly.
The walk back to the apartment was gradual, but uneventful. The tension had eased slightly, but hadn't been completely diminished.
"You owe him an apology." Trowa said quietly as they reached the apartment building. Listening as Duo abruptly stopped behind him.
"He was just concerned about you." Trowa remembered Heero's whispered "aishiteru" that had been declared barely an hour ago. A momentary smile flickered across his face. They truly were corrupted.
"I think you owe the door an apology." Duo quipped as he passed Trowa and opened the door to the lobby.
Heading toward the elevator Duo casually hit the up button, waiting for Trowa to catch up with him. Throwing off the hood from the sweatshirt he sported in the process. His long chestnut braid swaying slightly with each fluid stride he took.
"He bashed it the moment you left," Duo continued.
"I blame you for the trouble." He turned to give Trowa a winning smile as the elevator doors slid open with a soft ding.
"Bastard." Trowa latched on to Duo's braid halting Duo as they entered the elevator, his own hand hitting the fourth floor button blindly; a routine long since memorized from their stay. Pushing Duo up against the wall, he bent slightly to place their foreheads together, eyes locked.
"Next time, you come to me." Trowa stated seriously, listening to the ding, and using the momentum of the jolt of the elevator to his advantage as he kissed Duo's unresponsive lips.
They exited quietly, heading toward the door to their apartment, the sliding of elevator doors the only remaining sound in the dim lit hallway.
A/N: My nightmare is coming true. This story is getting longer, even with the outlines for each chapter. This chapter is intentionally sporadic for those of you who may be confused. It's short and effective. Be assured that this is going somewhere, so I hope you all will hold out and keep reading. Reviews are always appreciated.
Language overview:
Fool — Ahou
That hurt! What? Are you angry? — Itaiyou! Nani? Okotte no?
Tell me…what are you hiding? — Ne hanata…nani ateru no?
Where are you going? — Doko desu ka?
Idiot — Baka
Where? — Doko ka?
Don't have that information/ don't know — Shirumasen
Let's go — Shiyou ikimasu
No — Iie
Jealous? — Yakimochiyaki no?
I understand — Wakatta
Yes — Hai
I love you — Aishiteru
Comments: For my 10 reviewers!
Jenihenpen: Glad you enjoyed the chapter. It was fun to write…yet painfully frustrating, like this chapter.
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Drowning Faith: Well this chapter should throw you off, along with everyone else, lol. Glad you felt that it was worth waiting for.
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