Hello to anyone that missed me! Sorry I haven't updated recently, but I've just moved house, and we couldn't have an internet connection for four weeks!! I've missed everyone's recent updates, sniffle… wahhhhhhhhhhhh. But I can read all your stories now, yey! Anyhow here's the next chapter.
Warnings: This story contains violence, language, angst, and homosexuality. Strong stomachs advised from now on.
BTW, thanks again to everyone who's reviewed/favourited/notified so far. Thanks to Phi ScarlaDraconia, gundamzbd36, Kai3anime, Voldyismoldy, ghostlyfacade, wingsangel07
I promise that whoever reviews after this has been posted will be mentioned in the next chapters! Are there any preferable pairings people want to see in this fic? Except 1&2, I'm making Duo straight in this I'm afraid, but are there any other pairings? Let me know! Cookies for anyone, who can guess what will be Heero's traumatising events, that made him the way he is.
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"So, you're telling me, you just played chess all night." Duo stated for the umpteenth time.
"Yes" came a weary reply from Treize, who had been repeating himself for nearly ten minutes now.
"Neither of you slept"
"That's right"
"Or ate"
"Correct"
"Or did anything but play chess"
"Yes Duo, we didn't do anything else!" Treize practically screamed at him "for god's sake Duo! How many more times do I have to repeat myself?"
"Alright, alright don't get your cravat in a twist trey-babe, I just found it odd is all."
Lady Une had been watching the pair going like this for a while, imagining Treize as a little anime character with a sweat drop, giggling aloud at the thought and causing everyone to look at her weirdly. Noticing their stares she blushed, cleared her throat and said "as interesting as chess is, that doesn't explain how Mr. Treize knew Merle."
"I was getting to that m' Lady. One just got a bit distracted…"
"I hope you don't mean because of me, if it is then that's a shame Treize, since you're not my type and all. I prefer someone with curves and a lack of protrudes down there, if you get my drift." Duo interrupted cheekily.
"Duo, are you trying to say you're straight?" Quatre queried, trying to understand the person that claimed they were the God of death.
"As a rubber, Kitty cat!"
"As a ruler Duo, as a ruler" G corrected
"Wouldn't it have been easier to say you like women, Maxwell? Rather than talking… like that." Wufei stated in a strange mixture of embarrassment and frost, having gotten annoyed after the first five times Duo asked that stupid question. He started to count to ten in his head, his fingers massaging his temples in frustration.
"But where would the fun be in that Fei Chang?"
"WUFEI! My name is W U F E I. Wufei!!"
"QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!" Commander Une was back, looking very displeased at having the story interrupted again. "Mr Treize, please continue."
Treize cleared his throat and fiddled with his cravat for a second, whilst looking at the ground. Embarrassed, but no one seemed to understand why. God, why does she have to be so intense about everything? She's like a man most of the time. I practically feel like a little girl when she's like this, might as well dress up like Relena…
(Cough) "Well, as I was saying. We had spent the night playing chess in my quarters, waiting for the men to retire."
"It seems like they're finally done out there" Treize pointed out sadly. He was enjoying the young company he had with him; the boy was smarter than he had let on. Not to mention, had thoroughly kicked his ass on the game, more times than he could count. An excellent strategist, Treize honestly thought; especially for someone so young. It was nice to have a friend who considered him as a person and not a tool of war.
"It looks like you're right. I suppose I should be thanking you, for Erm… well for keeping them away from me." Foan said, looking everywhere but at Treize, blushing faintly at having to admit to needing help, well… that's what he told himself. Should I say something? Maybe I could… no that would be too forward…perhaps…nah, too desperate…or…no that was why we were here in the first place… I know!
"It's quite alright; if I'm being honest I had a great time last night." He stated oblivious to the internal war of Foan's mind. He turned towards the boy with a small smile, and then noticed the amused smirk on the child's face, only to realise how that sounded. "Wait! I didn't mean it like that…not that I'm saying I didn't enjoy your company…I very much did so…it's not like I was thinking of it as a date…but I'm not saying that I wouldn't want to, but of course it wasn't…"Treize stated flustered, his arms gesturing against his lack of ability to communicate.
Giggling "it's OK, I get what you meant to say." Waiting a few seconds for the older boy to compose himself again, Foan decided to just go with the idea. "Well if you would like, I could get you some front row tickets" he looked down briefly, looking back up at Treize, raising his shoulders in a manner that made Treize think of the way a teenager called someone a chicken in order to get them to do something. Or maybe a bored kid throwing ideas into the wind, but Treize was pretty sure it was the first one. "Front row seats to the first performance of the opera "Sweeny Todd"." Seeing Treize groan, Foan faltered, looking downcast as his idea clearly didn't seem appealing.
Oh great! Well done Treize, now the kid thinks you're not interested in hanging around with him.
"It's not that I don't want to hang around with you; it's just that my Uncle has been making me go to so many recently, that they're beginning to become quite monotonous."
"Sorry to hear you're losing interest in them. I only mentioned it, 'cause I was performing in it." Foan spoke quietly, scuffing his foot against the carpet like an unhappy child does when being told off.
"Oh. I hadn't realised…ah shit I feel bad now you said it was Sweeny Todd right" receiving a nod "is it a school production?"
Looking up at Treize, Foan stated "No, it's one of the Roger's Towers productions at the Great Hall. I can't afford to go to school. I'm in the play to earn a few extra bucks here and there. It's not one of the best paying jobs I have, but it's one of the more enjoyable ones."
"You…you don't go to school…but that's…so unfair for someone like you. Wait! Did you just say you had a job,… more than one job?"
"Yes, we need the extra cash, what with my s… err…never mind" Foan head shot up so fast when he realised what he'd almost let slip. He turned and suddenly started hurrying towards the door "if you change your mind the seats will be there reserved!" he called behind him.
"Wait! Hey wait, what were you going to say? Hey come back here" he called after the boy, following him out the door. But he was gone.
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"Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe...Hahahahahaha…hehehehehehheheheheheheh."
"I'm getting worried, Trowa's been laughing for about twenty minutes now" Quatre whispered to O, before moving over towards Trowa; who was rolling around the floor clutching at his sides, a bark like laugh pouring from mouth. "Hey Trowa, Trowa" what the hell has set him off like this? I know it's not a drug, my space heart is saying this is genuine mirth. I've got to calm him down. "Trowa, come on now, what could possibly be so funny? Calm down now Trowa. You're looking ridiculous."
Trowa still clutching his sides slowed down his movements, trying to regain control over himself. Still chuckling he chocked out "Heero, (Hehe) in a musical!" before bellowing out in laughter again. Everyone except Treize and the scientists burst out laughing, once they realised what he meant and followed him into asphyxiations land, barely managing to stay on their chairs.
Really what could anyone say to that?
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"I never found out where he ran to after that. I didn't even know where he was or what he did, until the opening night of the play."
Foan had managed to find his way back to the secret underground apartment the church had built for the black marked families; even if it was more like a homeless shelter, where people were littered and strewn out around the floor, waiting for some great change that would never come.
It took him a few minutes to crawl through the crowds to get to his "spot". He could already see that his sister Hitami (but always Tami to him), his sixth boyfriend Tease (the brainless bulk of muscle, Tami said) and his best friend Mike (a six foot one broad shouldered, muscular, I'm a caring-in a scary way-guy who had an awful penchant for cursing) were there. Feeling ashamed once he saw how relieved they were to see him, ashamed that they were worried for him.
Slap.
"I can't believe you! You said you'd only be gone for an hour!! Then Mary comes back black and blue, saying that you distracted the soldiers. YOU WERE OUT ALL NIGHT!! What if you had DIED! I can't believe that you didn't come back straight away! You didn't even have your medicine, what if you had an 'attack', what if…"
"Hitami, that's enough. He's back and he's OK." Thank you Mike was all Foan thought before he was brought in for a bear hug by the pair. Only to be yanked out of the hug by Tease, who slapped him hard, his jaw bruising instantly from the force.
"I bet you went to them. Bet you begged. Did they touch you? Well, did they? I bet you didn't even put up a fight, bet you spread your legs out for them like the cunt you are!" another slap, but it didn't hit Foan this time.
Tease fell hard. "Don't. You. Ever. Call. Him. That. Again." Mike threatened quietly, a strange spark in his eye. Foan suddenly got a feeling of dread when he saw that look. Nothing good ever came out of it. He hoped to God, that his soon to be Ex-boyfriend (he didn't believe in staying with people who'd hit him) wouldn't be stupid enough to reply.
"Janet, I'm having a coffee break now" God told his secretary.
"He's my bitch and I'll call him whatever I want. Pisshead." So much for him staying silent he considered grimly. He didn't even bother to try and protect this guy; knowing that it wouldn't deter Mike from getting him later. If anything Mike hurt them more when he interfered, believing that they must have tricked him into loving them or something equally ridiculous, making their 'crimes' worse. Foan and his sister turned away, not wanting to see what Mike would do to this one.
Slap. "Owhhhhh." Smack, click … screams erupted then, and they turned to see how bad the damage was. Foan promptly dry heaved, nothing coming out since he hadn't eaten for four days now; Tease's bottom jaw had been ripped out and was now dangling weakly over his bleeding lips. His screams barely legible without his tongue, as Mike shoved him out of the back entrance onto the streets, once sure the coast was clear. None of the other residents had even bothered to look up. They knew how extensive Mike's possessive streak for him was. Despite the fact that his boyfriends ended up brutally hurt, it didn't put anyone off, if anything it was like a competition for them. Ten points for going out, fifty for each day you're with him, a hundred and fifty if you can get past first base unharmed (no one got more than a kiss or holding hands without losing some teeth).
"Let that Pisshead deal with himself against the soldiers. Mind you he's too fucking ugly, they'll probably just shoot him straight off." He muttered darkly, he chucked Tease's belongings towards the centre of the hall-like room; watching with intolerance as the younger ones ran to grab what they could. The few extra clothes make the gap between life and death during the winter a bit bigger; with the older ones watching sadly, thinking how they used to be the same, before they got too old and weary to move. "You always choose Jackasses, Foan. Maybe you should let us decide a guy for you."
"Humph! As if Mike, if I left it up to you I'd be single for the rest of my life. No one would meet your standards."
"TO HELL THEY WOULD!!" …cough… "So what happened?" Foan shivered at the deadly tone. "How come you didn't come back?" Foan told them what happened, but didn't say he stayed with Treize, he was pretty sure that Mike would search out the guy whilst he was in this state. As much as I love him, he scares me when he's like this. But if I didn't stay with him, what would he do? Lying, saying he felt shook up and embarrassed, wanting to have some fresh air, not paying attention to the time.
"Awe, sweetheart. Come here." His sister whispered sobbingly, bringing him into her embrace; a bit awkward now due to her protruding stomach. "You shouldn't ever be ashamed of what happens to you. We'll always care about you, no matter what. You got that?" he looked at his sister, knowing she wouldn't be simply happy with a nod of his head.
"Sure sis', I know that. I was just being silly is all." Foan said pulling his best hang dog expression, pleased to see that she was happy enough with that response and placed his ear carefully over her stomach, smiling brightly when the babe kicked in greeting.
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