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~Disclaimer~
Gundam Wing and its characters do not belong to me. This is a non-profit work of fanfiction ... yeeeah. I think thats all.
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~Notes~
This part one of a three part series. Things don't get ugly until the latter two, so you don't have much to worry with this one. Standard Yaoi warning, a lil fist fightin, and a WHOOOLE lotta naughty words poppin out of Duo's mouth. I might change how much angst is in it though, so look out for those damn revisions! Other than that, enjoy ^_~

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Disturbing Behaviour
by Tenken no Miko


Part One ~
... I remember ... I remember that day ...
It's so clear in my mind ...
The cold, crisp air ... the ocean smell ...
... And those beautiful cobalt eyes ...
That was not mere chance. Oh no.
This ... is destiny ...
And I'm not letting it go ...


The kingdom of Sank was at its usual state. Quiet. Peaceful. Undeniably beautiful.
Relena Peacecraft stood on her balcony, the air blowing her long, honey-blond hair in the scented breeze. The breathtaking view of her countryside was laid out before her eyes.
... But it wasn't the landscape that took her breath away.
Below her balcony, on the palace grounds, stood Heero Yuy. He stood silently, his intense gaze focused elsewhere. Though he was not alone, the beautiful boy was the only thing visible to Relena Peacecraft. "Heero ..." Relena whispered to the wind, fanciful thoughts wondering if her words would be carried to him. She clutched at her heart, which seemed to swell and flutter beneath her trembling fingers.
The figure standing next to Heero looked over his shoulder, though Relena did not notice. The boy leaned over, whispering in Heero's ear.
For a moment, Relena was incredibly curious as to what the boy was saying, but it was quickly dismissed. The only important words were the ones that came straight from Heero's lips.
The boy looked up at Relena again, the Heero slowly followed his gaze. When Heero's deep blue eyes fixed on her, she gasped, taking a step back from the balcony edge. It felt like she was hit by a truck. Heero had such an effect on her. It seemed like an eternity that she stared into his eyes ... and then it was gone. Heero was walking back into the palace, his companion following close after.
Relena closed her eyes, letting the sun warm her upturned face. She imagined it was Heero's warmth that caressed her. "I can feel it," she whispered. "This is meant to be. You are my destiny, Heero Yuy ..."

"You are so full of it, Heero Yuy!!"
Heero turned to face his accusor, who just happened to also be his best friend. Duo Maxwell bounded up to him, fists clenched at his sides.
"When are you going to realize that our little 'stay' here is nothing more than a chance for that blond ditz Relena to drool all over you?!"
Heero was unfazed. "Relena Peacecraft is the prime negotiator in tomorrow's peace talks. She invited us to be here when they took place. Nothing more."
"Bullshit!" Duo said, his whole demeanor screaming at his friend. "Maybe YOU enjoy the way she ogles at you the whole damn-day long, but I for one despise it! Staying here is a waste of my time! If you don't tell her we're leaving and her little tea party with the Gundam pilots is over, i'm gonna take Deathscythe and run over her myself!! Then I'm gonna get out of this damn hell-hole!!"
"I won't let you do that," Heero replied in his usual cold tone.
Duo began shaking with anger, his skin flushed. Finally, he exploded at Heero. "Fuck you!!" he growled, pushing past the Wing pilot and thundering down the palace corridor.
Heero watched him go, making no attempt to pursue the angered pilot. He had learned in the past that his decidedly blunt remarcks, however truthful, only made Duo less agreeable. He wasn't sure of how to please the Deathscythe pilot. Heero recalled the look on Duo's face as they argued, the way the boy's smooth skin glowed with his fury. No he didn't know how to please him yet ...
Heero smirked.
... but he planned on finding out.

"Fuck him." Duo tore through the palace until he reached his room. "Fuck him. Fuck fuck fuck," he continued growling under his breath. He flung the door to his room open, sending the door crashing against the wall. He didn't bother closing, even as he began tearing the clothes off his body. "Fuck him and all his stupid shit. Insensitive bastard ... never again, Maxwell!" He rummaged through his clothes, sending the unwanted items flying across the rooms. He kept up his barrage of profanity, though he wasn't sure if he was cursing Heero or himself anymore. "You had to be an ass, didn't you Maxwell? Thought you'd get your chance with him? Fat fucking chance! If that bitch wants him, she can have him. Populate the world with their shithead children. I'll be fine ..."
Duo finally found the what he was looking for. He tugged on the black leather pants, the tight shirt, the leather jacket. He looked in the mirror, watching his reflection breath heavily in his favorite "get drunk and get laid" outfit. He grinned at his reflection, though he knew it was a shallow one. "Yeah, I'll be fine."

Relena welcomed her guests into the dining area. She was all smiles, wearing a formal white dress and long white gloves. The blond boy and the tall green-eyed pilot were the first to arrive for dinner. She sat them down and had the servents provide them with glasses of wine. She brought up the occasional small-talk, though it wasn't lost on Quatre and Trowa that it was pure function that she open her mouth. Her long gazes toward the doors were the most obvious evidence. Wufei waltzed in eventually, silently taking his seat at the table, and only nodding briefly to Relena.
If she was insulted, she did not show it. She continued to watch the door. Finally, she got what she was waiting for. Heero walked in, his face the usual scowl. He paused at the door, his scowl deepening as he took in the room. "Where's Duo?" He had come in late on purpose, expecting the braided boy to have already arrived.
Quatre looked a bit worried. "We thought he was with you ... he wasn't in his room ..."
Heero thought briefly of excusing himself, but the look on Relena's face implied that wasn't the best action to take. It would only cause her to come searching for him later. Time that he didn't want her to interrupt. He took his seat grudgingly.
"Ne, Heero ...? How are you enjoying your stay in Sank kingdom?" Relena said, not bothering to address the other pilots anymore. Quatre and Trowa looked at eachother, then down at their wine glasses. Heero kept up the scowl. "Nice," was all he grumbled out. His gaze was held firmly on the plate before him. Relena nodded enthusiastically. "That's wonderful, Heero! I'm so glad you like it here." She motioned for the servents to start the dinner.
Heero continued to scowl throughout the whole dinner. That baka ...when he gets back ...

The dinner ended rather early, no one particularly wishing to linger. Before they had departed the dining room, Relena had mentioned that important political figures would be joining them as early as 10:00 in the morning, so everyone should get their rest in order to be best prepared for the arrivals. Heero was already halfway out the door as she spoke.
"C-Chotte matte, Heero!" he heard Relena call, but he pretended to be out of earshot, continuing his way through the palace. Duo hadn't shown up for dinner.

It was nearly two in morning. The palace grounds were strangely quiet, though most of the compound remained well lit.
Though the perimeter of the castle was heavily guarded by armed troops, the outside of the palace and the grounds themselves only held the occasional guard.
And Duo was glad for that. At least, he would have been, if he could think straight. It had been easy enough for him to get past the guards. They all seemed to distinctly remember the loud-mouthed American pilot, and he passed the security check without a problem.
Getting to the palace was a different story all together.
Duo chuckled to himself as he stumbled along in the general direction of the palace. S'place is toooo friggin big, he thought to himself, his leather jacket dragging as he held it tucked under one arm.
He managed to find his way to the palace, though he arrived on the side rather than the front entrance. Well i can't get lost walkin round the damn thing, can I?
As he approached, Duo saw a stir in the shadows against the palace walls. He could care less, and grinned maniacally as he continued his trek about the castle. The thing in the shadows thought better of that, however, and moved to block his view. When the figure emerged from the shadow, Duo stopped grinning. "What the hell do ya want?" he asked dryly.
Heero glared at the Deathscythe pilot. Duo was bombed. Heero knew Duo went drinking, but never before had Duo come back like this. It made him both angry and extremely possessive.
"Where were you?" Heero asked him. Duo frowned at him. "What do you care? It's none of your damn buisiness, so get outta my way!"
Duo kept walking, but as he brushed past Heero, he was stopped. A steely fist had gripped his arm, and he winced slightly at its strength. "You didn't answer me Duo."
Duo snarled, shoving the boy next to him. But the alchohol in him slowed him down considerably, and the other boy swung Duo fiercely, sending him crashing into the wall. The impact stunned Duo for a moment, and before he realized it, he was pinned to the wall by those same powerful hands.
"You asshole, get off m-!!!" Duo's statement was cut off. His eyes widened as he realized what had cut him off.
Heero was kissing him. Duo was too shocked to react, and Heero took advantage of that. He lips tore roughly at Duo's mouth, bruising his soft lips with his desperate need. It made Duo strangely warm, and for a moment he forgot his anger.
But only for a moment.
He broke the kiss suddenly, throwing Heero off of him with a force Heero didn't think he had. Duo put a hand to his lips, then glared angrily at Heero. Why? Why did he do that? He knows, doesn't he. Knows the way I feel about him. And he's going to make me suffer for it ...
... Well I won't let him ...
Duo screamed at Heero, then ran at him with a sudden burst of speed. Heero was completely thrown off. Duo began punching at Heero, only narrowly missing the Wing pilot's form.
Where is this coming from? Heero wondered. He's drunk out of his mind ... and here I am, barely dodging his punches ... Heero nearly smiled. He could feel the blood rushing inside of him. That's it, Duo ... show me what you've got ...
Duo was still snarling at him, the punches not slowing for a second. Heero took action. He swerved to the side and elbowed the boy roughly in the back. Duo went down in a roll, managing to land in a crouched postion several feet from Heero. Within seconds he had closed the distance between them. He caught Heero suddenly with a knee to the chin, and Heero slammed hard against the palace wall.
Duo didn't even hesitate. His fist crashed down with the full intent of breaking Heero's face. Heero was too fast, dodging the punch, which connected painfully with the wall behind him. Duo winced, "K'so" the only response to his fist slamming a stone wall.
Heero ran up at that moment, sending them both flying onto the pavement. Heero held the boy's arms down, waiting. Duo struggled violently at first, then slowly the rage subsided. He couldn't get out of Heero's grasp, no matter how hard he tried. They stayed like that for a long moment, both boys breathing heavily, their hot breaths visible in the cold night air. Heero stared at Duo's face with utter fascination. His face was flushed, the violet eyes burning with their intensity under the thick black lashes. Duo refused to look at him, instead staring to the side, his expression still that of anger.
Heero couldn't stop staring at those lips. They had been so soft only moment before, as he held Duo helpless against the wall. He leaned down again, their lips only brushing at first, then pressing firmly together as Heero took full advantage of his position. This time, Duo didn't struggle. They kissed for what seemed like hours, and Heero had lost all sense of time and place. His hand came up stroke Duo's cheek ...
And he was thrown suddenly to the side. Duo had rolled out from under him, and struggled to stand. His hand was clasping his head, the effect of the alchohol hitting him hard. When his eyes focused again, Duo looked to Heero only briefly before making his way to the palace entrance.
Heero let him go, watching the boy retreat. His hand came up to his lips, savoring the taste of Duo that still lingered there. He'd show Duo just how much the boy was on his mind ... one way or another.

Once again, Duo was bursting into his room. He had to lean heavily on the door frame, his mind searing with pain. When he made it to the middle of his room, he stood looking at the things around him. All he could feel was anger. Anger and hatred. At whom or what ... he didn't know. It just built inside of him as he stood there, until finally, he exploded.
He began screaming at the top of his lungs, flinging furniture and tearing things apart. This was the lovely little guest room that Relena had prepared for him, for each of the pilots. The vases, the paintings, the carefully carved chairs. He hated them. All of it. He wanted to destroy it. Just as surely as Shinigami destroyed mobile suits.

Quatre and Trowa heard the sounds and came running. They were met by Wufei in the hall, who looked to them in confusion. "Duo!" they yelled in unison, turning to run toward the braided boy's room. The door was open, and they charged in, worried about their fellow pilot.
They were met by a chair flying toward their heads. Ducking as the chair flew out of the room, the three pilots looked wide-eyed at the room they now stood in.
It was completely trashed. The only thing looking relatively safe was the bed, which Duo had not moved to destroy. There was porcelain and glass shards all around, pieces of wooden furniture, and various paintings ripped completely apart by, what it seemed, Duo's bare hands.
Trowa, being the most nimble, made his way past the shards on the floor and dodged Duo's next projectile. "Duo-!" he screamed, trying to get through to his friend as he dodged another object. "Duo, stop! STOP IT!!" He grabbed Duo before he could pick up anything else and shook him wildly. The violet eyes finally registered something, and he looked at the Heavyarms pilot almost sadly. "T..Trowa ...," he whispered.
The boy in his arms slumped suddenly, then passed out. Trowa made quickly to gather the boy, careful not to let him touch the sharp objects on the floor. He made his way back to the door, the boy in his arms. Quatre hovered worriedly, wondering desperately what had distressed his friend so much.
"He can't stay in here," Wufei sighed. The other two nodded. "Put him in my room," Wufei stated tiredly. "Then let's pick up this mess ..."

It was morning.
Heero made his way down to the dining area. When he arrived, only Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei were there. He had half expected Duo to not show up, but part of him still was angered by it. He took his seat, ignoring the other three.
Their eyes never left the Wing pilot.
"Where's Relena?" Heero asked, wishing to take the eyes away from him. "Relena-san will be here shortly." Quatre said flatly. He wasn't going to be distracted. "Now Heero, where were you after dinner last night?"
"I went for a walk." He replied, not meeting the other pilot's eyes.
"And you didn't return until past 3?" Quatre asked.
"Aa."
"Then you don't know why Duo was acting strangely last night?"
This time Heero met Quatre's eyes, if only to acknowledge the mention of Duo's name. "What are you talking about?"
"We found him tearing his room apart. He was drunk. You don't know why?" he asked skeptically.
Heero looked away again. Before he could lie, Relena walked into the room. "Ohayo minna-san!" She took her seat, then smiled toward Heero. He didn't look at her. "Ohayo, Heero," she said when the pilot sat staring elsewhere.
"O.ha.yo." Heero muttered out through tight lips. He'd have to have a talk with Duo after breakfast.
The other three pilots noticed Heero's tightening grip on the table top.

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