Captive
"This is all your fault, Heero," Duo accused in a conversational tone.
Heero had been calculating a way to escape, looked up. "How so?" He returned, merely for the distraction it might pose.
"If you had never met me, never asked my to sail to this forsaken shit-hole, I would never be here," Duo said, watching with dismay, as his braid was rubbed into the dirt.
"Hey! You were not the one seduced me!" Heero exclaimed righteously, all thoughts of escape leaving his mind.
Duo considered this. He was hanging upside down, hands and feet tied to a long stick and he was led up a steep hill, to be sacrificed. And he was pretty sure it was a Monday. Duo hated Mondays.
"That's your fault too," Duo said, eyes narrowing as he caught sight of the happily ambling Quatre, who was excitedly talking to the near naked native. For a moment, his eyes were caught by the delicious sight.
"What are you talking about?" Heero muttered. The ropes were too tight and thick, and tied in a such a complicated manner, that it was almost impossible to escape.
"You're just too damn attractive!" Duo yelled. Quatre stared at him for a second, before smiling and making twirly motions around his head.
"I am sorry, Trowa, but those two are crazy." Quatre sighed mournfully. "Such tragedy. Those two are to be sacrificed to the great god, Treize. And they were so pretty together too."
Trowa nodded. "A shame," he murmured. His eyes danced, however, with some emotion that was too far away to see, from where Duo was hanging. With his braid gathering dust. He really, really hated this island.
"I'm too damn attractive?" Heero questioned.
"Yeah," Duo mumbled, "There was no way I could refuse your ass. It was like it was handed to me on a silver platter. And really, the tight pants you wore? What? How could I not be attracted?"
Heero was struck silent.
"So, you see, this is all your fault," Duo nods to himself. Then, looking up, he realises he can see up the native's grass skirts. "But... I supposed it would be evil to blame you forever." Duo was suddenly glad. They hadn't invented underwear on this island yet, and Duo was just discovering this.
"Oh..." Heero murmured, still frowning and looking rather perplexed.
"Huh," Quatre said rather gleefully, "We're almost here!"
"We're really going to be sacrificed!" Duo yelled, swinging wildly in an attempt to escape. It didn't work, and he soon stopped when a native kicked him in the ribs.
"This wasn't planned..." Heero muttered.
"You don't plan to get sacrificed, Heero. It just happens! And if I knew you wanted to plan to get sacrificed, I wouldn't have sailed the ship." Duo frantically muttered, testing his bonds.
"You were the one who got drunk and sailed off course!" Heero accused.
Quatre started whistling.
"Like I said, Heero, you're just too damn attractive!"
"I must admit, that I have to agree with the surly Captain Maxwell," Treize said.
"Shit, shit, shit." Duo began his fervent mantra.
"Are you ready?" Treize demanded.
Duo tried to spit at Treize. He was confounded by gravity, and distance. Duo now really hated being tied upside down to a stick.
"Welcome, to the sacrifice!" Treize declared.
And that's when the fireworks went off.
