FIVE
Sutoomu
As promised, like usual, here is the next chapter, and it is longer than usual. Everybody repeat after me. YAY! Anyhoo, this holds the facts of the others pasts. I hope you like how I did it, and I hope it's not too unrealistic or whatever, and I hope it's written well, and I hope it's good. And I hope it doesn't make anyone too sad. /sniffles/ My poor boys!
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"Our turns," Heero said. "Quatre, you tell him your story."
"Well, I'm the heir to a multi billionaire empire," Quatre said casually. "So people were always after me and my family. I've been kidnapped, nearly drowned, almost suffocated, shot. Basically, I have an intense fear of being alone, or large bodies of water, and I have claustrophobia, all because of the assassination attempts. I also used to be incredibly depressed because I thought I was a worthless experiment because I was a test tube baby, like my twenty nine sisters." He paused, but Wufei didn't look surprised, because he had learned about the way Quatre's large family came about earlier. Quatre continued. "That was shaken out of me when I met the Maguanacs, a group of forty men who are all test tube babies and they taught me that I was worth something. It completely dissapeared later when I learned that I wasn't a test tube baby at all. My mother, Quaterine, who I was named after, gave birth to me after she begged my father to let her have a child. She had been told that she and the baby would be at extreme risk if she tried to have a child. She wanted to take the risk, since she wanted a son, and I was born. She died giving birth to me, though, and when I learned that, I was consumed by guilt, thinking I killed my mother. And then my father was shot in front of me when I was fourteen. The Maguanacs saved my life, and then I had to be moved about every month for my safety until they caught the assassins. I still blamed myself for my mother's death and was in depression from my father's death until I met Trowa, Duo, and Heero, and they taught me better. They've kept me alive, you could say."
"Tell him about your gift, Quat," Duo urged.
"Gift?" Wufei blinked.
"Have you heard of the New Age gifts?" Quatre asked, and Wufei nodded. "My mother was an adept, and she passed it onto me. I'm an empathy adept."
"You're an empath?" Wufei sat up.
Quatre nodded. "I can feel others emotions, negative or positive, and it affects me. Positive emotions will make me happy, but negative emotions, like pain or sorrow, hurt me. That's why my father's death hit me so hard. I could feel him die inside me."
"It's why he's so caring," Heero said. "If others are happy, he is, so he tries his best to keep everything positive."
"I'm better at my empathy now than when my father died," Quatre continued. "I know how to block emotions out somewhat, and I've also learned I can force emotions onto others. I can make someone feel incredibly happy or sad. It's not a very welcome gift in society, though, so I rarely ever do that."
"Well, that's nice to know," Wufei smiled. "But, if you really can do that, I really wouldn't mind a pick me up."
Quatre looked unsure. "Are you sure you want that?"
"I'm feeling very low, as you can no doubt tell, and I don't want to, because I should be happy," Wufei said. "Please."
"Okay, then," Quatre said. He closed his eyes and put his hand on his heart, then set the other on Wufei's heart. Wufei suddenly felt a sense of floating through the air, of being weightless and rising off the ground like in space. A sudden laugh came out from him, and he blinked in surprise.
"Wow!" he said, grinning. "That really works. That's incredible!"
"No more, though," Quatre stated. "Duo once asked me to make him very happy, and I did, and it hasn't gone away yet." Duo stuck out his tongue at Quatre and snuggled into Wufei some more, huffing.
"Who wants to go next?" Quatre asked.
"How about Duo?" Heero suggested, looking pointedly at the braided boy.
Duo glared at Heero for a minute. "Sure, torture me."
"Duo, share it, or I'll take away all your cookies," Trowa said, and Duo 'eep-ed' in fear as everyone looked at Trowa oddly. Trowa shrugged. "What? It always works."
"Traitorous fiend!" Duo exclaimed, then pulled the blankets up to his chin and pressed into Wufei. "Hee-chan, come cuddle me or I'm not gonna talk!" Heero rolled his eyes but slipped into the other side of the bed. Quatre moved to sit beside Trowa on the end of the bed. "Okay, here's my story," Duo began. "I don't know who my parents are and I don't know how I became an orphan, but I know I've been one since I was at least four years old. The earliest thing I can remember is running around on the streets when it was raining, and then meeting an older boy with blonde hair. His name was Solo, and he took me under his wing and let me join his little gang, which was a whole bunch of younger orphans he took care of. I followed him everywhere, and the other street rats called me Solo's kid, since I was always with him no matter where he went and I couldn't remember my name. There was a plague in the city, then, and we couldn't afford the vaccine, so I went to the hospital to steal some. I took it back and tried to give some to Solo, but he insisted I treat the other kids first. So I did, and by the time I got back to Solo, it was too late for him. He died, and that was when I got my name. I called myself Duo, because then I figure Solo will always be with me and I won't forget him.
So I was Duo, and I took over the care of the gang. We were doing okay until most of us were ambushed in a food raid. We were all sent to the Maxwell Church Orphanage, where I got my last name. Father Maxwell ran it and Sister Helen took care of the kids. That's how I got my braid, since we didn't really cut it on the street and I refused to let Sister Helen cut it after, so she braided it to keep it neat. And my shaggy hair grew into the lovely three foot long braid I have today, mostly due to Sister Helen's braiding lessons and her reminders to keep it clean and neat. I had only been there a bit over a year when the church was destroyed. I was the only one who survived because I had been put in a home again. I ran away from the home, like I always did, and went back to the church to find it burnt to the ground and everyone dead. This," Duo reached into his shirt and pulled out a silver cross. "Was Sister Helen's. I always wear it and a priest collar shirt sometimes to remind me of her and Father Maxwell.
After that, all I knew was Children's Aid sending me to foster home after foster home, and I always ran away. I emancipated myself when I was fifteen and then moved here, went to school, and met Heero, then Tro, then Q, and now you. And that's my life." Duo sighed sadly and Heero kissed him.
"He used to call himself Shinigami," Quatre whispered sadly. "Sister Helen once asked him if he believed in God, and Duo said he only believed in the God of Death, Shinigami, since he'd seen lots of death and had never seen God. And he said he'd become the God of Death so he could end it and kill all the bad men."
"Lucky for us, it didn't quite turn out that way, eh?" Trowa smiled and squeezed Duo's toes under the sheets. Duo giggled and pulled his legs up protectively. "We set him straight."
"Yeah, and in a rather blunt way," Duo said. "I love Heero, but he doesn't know what tact is."
"What is it?" Heero asked. "You keep saying that but no one ever tells me!"
"Never mind," Duo rolled his eyes and Heero sniggered. "Now Trowa gets to go. We'll leave Heero for last, just 'cause his is always the most scary."
"Duo," Heero chided, lightly hitting him on the shoulder.
"He's right, though, Heero," Trowa agreed. "So I will go next, but," he closed his eyes. "I don't want to tell it."
"I will, if you want, Trowa," Quatre offered, and Trowa nodded. "Just tell me if I mess up somewhere. Trowa doesn't like to talk very much, and especially not about this." Quatre grabbed Trowa's hand and began. "His mother was raped by his father, Dekim Barton, which is how he was concieved. Trowa lived with his mother, step-father, Catherine, and Triton for five years happily, and then Dekim suddenly claimed gaurdianship over him through his influence and power and money, and he was taken away from his mother. They just came in, took him out of my mother's arms, put him in a black car for a seven hour trip and told him he was going to live with his real father. Trowa never saw his mother again, ever, because she died four years later." Quatre paused and ran his hand through Trowa's hair, setting his head on the taller boy's shoulder. Trowa looked normal, if his eyes were a bit dulled, but Quatre could obviously feel what was going on inside. "He was taken to Dekim's house, where he was put with Dekim's legitimate son, Jasen. Jasen used to torture him. He would kick him and bite him and bully him something fierce, all because he was bigger than Trowa. He was psychotic. He once...what did he do, again, Trowa?" Quatre asked.
"He forced me to put my hands in the toaster. He hung me by a rope around my wrist from the third story window. He took a knife and cut the skin off my fingers, then burnt them with a lighter," Trowa waved his fingertips. "I don't have fingerprints. I can't feel pain very strongly anymore because of him."
"And Dekim never knew because he had made a rule Trowa had to follow," Quatre said. "Trowa wasn't allowed to speak. He wasn't allowed to say a word in Dekim's house. I doubt Dekim would have cared if he did know, because Dekim had only taken Trowa into his house because he was afraid the press would find out he had gotten drunk and raped an innocent woman and fathered a child. He took Trowa and locked him up in his house, making sure he never said a word so no one could find out. And if Trowa spoke, then Dekim beat him."
"He stopped talking," Duo sighed sadly. "Completely."
"He stopped speaking and caring," Quatre nodded. "He never spoke a word from when he was six until he was fourteen. And all that time, Jasen was bullying him and torturing him."
"The kid was one sadistic bitch!" Duo growled. "If I ever see him, I'm gonna kill him."
"You're not allowed, baka," Heero said. "Trowa has first claim."
"I'm never allowed to kill anyone!" Duo whined, huffing.
"When Trowa was fourteen, he suddenly got very angry, like he did this afternoon, and he broke Jasen's arm," Quatre said. "And then he just left. He lived on his own earnings, went to school, met us, end of story."
"You broke his arm," Wufei stated.
"He made me watch him torture and kill a bunch of baby rabbits," Trowa said. "I'm very protective of my pets, no matter if they're human or animals."
Wufei looked at the bed, and a scowl appeared on his face, a glare in his eyes. "I have to agree with Duo. Can we hunt this fuck down for you? You know, put a little fear in his heart. Can we help you kill him? Duo could use the whips and I could use chinese torture on him and..."
"No," Trowa said firmly. "If I ever see him, I can't assure anyone that I won't give him at least one good punch. But I'm not going to kill him."
"We're going to go to the police if ever he comes around," Quatre said firmly. "That way, when we tell them what Jasen did to Trowa, he'll get life in prison or something and have to suffer."
"I can make him suffer more," Duo argued. "Some hot, sharp steel where the sun don't shine...are you sure I can't kill him?"
"If anyone is ever going to kill, it'll be me, not you," Heero said. "You don't know how to cover it up."
"You could teach me," Duo looked at Heero.
"I quit that way of life."
"What way of life?" Wufei asked.
"The gun toting, perfect soldier, assassin way of life."
"Huh?" Wufei stared at Duo. "Explain...please?" He looked at Heero.
"Earliest I can remember is a house on fire. That's how my parents died, and I was orphaned," Heero said. "I spent about a week on the streets until Odin Lowe found me."
"Hey, I know that name," Wufei said, snapping his fingers as he tried to remember. "Odin Lowe was that assassin on the news two years ago."
"Correct," Heero nodded. "He raised me to be an assassin. I don't mind the fact that he raised me, since he was actually a rather nice man, but he wasn't ever a father to me, and I regret that fact. And I regret the way I was, and still partly am, because of my training to be an assassin. I was injected with chemicals to keep me from feeling regret or sorrow or pain when I killed, as well as chemicals which made it so I could keep a stoic face, never speak, endure unlimited amounts of pain, and all other qualities a perfect soldier might need. I was able to break someone's body slowly with torture and not understand the pain they were going through because, when that was done to me, I didn't feel it. I was a machine.
I took my name from the first man I killed, a pacifist named Heero Yuy, when I was seven. Once a week at least, sometimes two, or even three times, I would be given an assignment, an assassination mission to complete. I would go out, kill someone, and come back just like I had left. I could go to bed in clothes splashed with someone else's blood and I wouldn't care. I never cared, until Odin asked me to kill him. He said he was giving me one more assignment, the last one. He accepted the job of killing off the Peacekeeper Minister Jochove for me. The man who they claimed was 'impossible to kill', I shot. And then, to throw the blame off me, Odin stood up on the building, proclaimed himself the assassin in a very talented way, and then died when I shot him. The money for the kill of Jochove was sent to my account, and I was free.
I decided to go to school, I met Duo, we eventually admitted our love, and then he spent a year dutifully cracking open my assassin's shell I had wrapped around myself. Then Trowa and Quatre lent a hand in dragging me out. I haven't touched a gun since we moved into this apartment."
"He still has one, though," Duo mentioned. "It's in the bank, along with most of the money he got from Odin Lowe."
"He was an assassin, I was his apprentice. He got money for killing people, and he got the money from the people I killed," Heero said. "And he gave it all to me in the end. He said he didn't like the life he had lived and wanted to give me a chance to change mine before it was too late."
"An honorable man," Wufei nodded.
"So none of this is gonna make you leave, right?" Duo asked.
Wufei snorted. "As if! You're loved obsessively by me, now, whether you all like it or not!" Chibi gave a sudden high noted hoot and Quatre chuckled. Wufei sat up and took a deep breath, blowing it all out heavily. "I guess I'd better finish unpacking. You are all going to cuddle me tonight, right?" he looked at them.
"We're hardly gonna give you any peace for the next week at least," Duo stated.
"I'm going to school tommorrow," Wufei said, and Duo gasped and began mock choking to death. Wufei pulled on his braid and rolled his eyes. "I actually enjoy school."
"That's 'cause the teachers don't bug you because you choose to show your brilliance," Duo rubbed his head. "And you don't have Hee-chan forcing you to attend."
"You skip half the time already, Duo," Heero pointed out. "And I have to make you go the other half of the time. If I didn't, you'd be skipping school entirely."
"Hey, that's a cool idea," Duo grinned. "Can I..."
"No," Heero and Trowa said at the same time. Duo huffed and Quatre giggled.
"Can we..."
"No!" Heero and Trowa said again, louder.
Duo stared at them. "I was going to suggest making out, but I guess since you guys don't want to...we'll have to wait until tonight."
Heero looked at Trowa. "I hate him."
"Thank you, Hee-chan," Duo smiled. "Love you, too."
"The good thing about having four boyfriends," Trowa smirked. "Is that, if one of them refuses to make out," he looked at Duo. "You always have three reserves." He captured Quatre's mouth and Quatre squeaked in surprise.
"Is that what I am, a reserve?" Quatre laughed, then wrapped his arms around Trowa's neck. "Carry me, please," he cooed in a child like voice. Trowa picked him up and Quatre wrapped his legs around Trowa's waist and kissed him again.
"I have to help Wufei unpack, little one," Trowa said. He suddenly twisted Quatre around him so the arabian was on his back, and then proceeded to return to his original task of putting away Wufei's clothes for him, Quatre holding onto him easily. The blonde rested his head on Trowa's shoulder and dozed.
"They did that, once, for the entire day," Duo said. "Quatre's legs were really sore, so Trowa carried him around all day." Duo wiggled his eyebrows.
"Duo, you pervert," Quatre protested peacefully from Trowa's back. "You dared us. You bet us thirty bucks that Trowa couldn't keep this up all day, and we won." Quatre opened his eyes and looked at Wufei. "Don't believe everything you hear from Duo. We aren't sex fiends. We're only almost seventeen. We're not doing anything until we're all eighteen, we all agreed that."
"That doesn't keep Duo from being very forward, though," Heero mentioned.
Duo smiled. "I love 'em, what can I say?" he said. "I want to be close to them. Skin-to-skin!"
Wufei smirked. "You are so going to fuck one of us before you're eighteen."
"Hey!" Duo looked affronted. "I'm gonna keep the agreement, I agreed to that. But, on my eighteenth birthday, you are so all getting pounced! I'm the youngest, believe it or not, so when I'm eighteen, we're all eighteen. It'll be the best birthday party ever!" Duo looked off and sighed.
"By then, we'll be done school and moved into a house," Trowa added.
"A house?"
"It's not like we can't afford one," Duo snorted. "Well, if Quatre helps, I mean."
"Someday, we're going to have a large house bought and paid for, and we'll all have jobs doing what we love, and we'll be safe and alone," Quatre said. He sighed longingly and Trowa paused in his unpacking to reach up and ruffle his hair. "And we'll all be completely happy."
"I can't say I don't agree to that," Wufei smiled. "I've always wanted to be happy, and that sounds like just the right thing."
"Hey, 'Fei?" Duo asked. "What are you going to do? I know I'm gonna be a mechanic for Howie, and Trowa loves the circus, and Quatre's a businessman in diguise, and Heero loves computers. But what're you gonna do?"
Wufei considered this, his brows furrowing in thought. "I'm not sure...I'll probably end up being a sensei at a dojo or something. I've always kind of wanted to be a teacher instead of the one being taught."
"Cool," Duo grinned at the thought. "Master 'Fei 'Fei!"
"My name is Wufei," Wufei paused in his unpacking and looked up at the four of them. Quatre was snuggling on Trowa's back as the banged boy set clothes in the drawer still, and Duo was still wrapped in Wufei's sheets, holding onto Heero's arm as the stoic boy tried to get up. He wasn't getting anywhere with Duo hanging on him. "I think," Wufei said. "That this probably has to be the best moment in my entire life."
"Aaw," Duo exclaimed, letting go of Heero suddenly to jump at Wufei and latch onto his arm, dragging him down onto the bed. "Picture perfect moment!"
"Seriously," Wufei laughed. "I'm free from my uncle, and I'm living with four of the kindest, most loving people I've ever known. I feel happy!"
"It's the Quatre drugs," Duo smiled.
Wufei blinked. "Yeah, probably. But I'm going to blame you four, 'kay?"
"Guilty as charged," Heero smirked.
"Now five lives have been changed and improved," Quatre murmured from Trowa's back. "Who'd have thought that could happen with five gay guys who are each in love with four boyfriends?"
"Yeah," Wufei smiled. "Who'd have thought. I don't think anything could ruin this."
That was nicely long, eh? I know it is. So...did you like it/peeks out curiously from under the bed/ I'm going to stay in here for safety in case anyone hated it...which I hope they didn't. Anyhoo, tell me what you thought.Ninth chapter will be coming soon, as always. Have a nice day!
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