"Nanashi you said," Wufei smirked. He released Quatre's bruised arm and roughly shoveled him behind him. Unsheathing his fencing sword, Wufei positioned himself in front of his enemy. "What a fitting name for a dead person." Wufei raised his sword, pointing toward Trowa.
Trowa said nothing. Instead, he looked past the Chinese boy and stared into the blue eyes of the blonde behind. "I am not here to fight." He stated quietly and then raised both his hands in the air, making a gesture of surrendering.
Quatre froze, feeling the world around him dissolved. First he was utterly shattered by Trowa's revelation and now Trowa's perplexing no-fight action confused Quatre. He was helplessly locked into Trowa's gaze, searching for the meaning behind his words.
Wufei did not pay attention to Quatre's hesitation. He narrowed his eyes, focusing on his target. Gripping the sword tightly in his hand, Wufei moved swiftly, closing the distance between them.
Trowa paid no attention to Wufei. He stood relaxed with his hands still in the air. Though Wufei was coming directly toward him, Trowa did not flinch at his attack. He stayed where he was, never breaking his eye contact with Quatre.
With the sharp point of his sword directed toward Trowa's vulnerable throat, Wufei smirked. The familiar adrenalin circulated in his body. His arm muscles tensed as he steady the sword. Wufei was ready to thrash the weapon into the flesh with determination and precision.
Trowa stood like a statue. His face remained impassive as Wufei approached closer and closer toward him.
"NOO!!!" Quatre finally shouted as he cringed with fear for Trowa. His eyes widened and his arm held in front of his chest.
Wufei halted and Trowa stayed motionless. Though both men were as static as rocks, the stillness was broken as drops of crimson blood trickled down.
Wufei's sword had pierced the surface of Trowa's neck, leaving a trail of red on his silky skin.
Quatre rushed toward the two.
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The standing football players grinned evilly as Treize tore away Heero's tank top, ripping it and tossing it without any elegance. Eyes full of pure lust, he then admired the vision briefly before he laid his fingers at the joint of the delicate neck and shoulder. The touch of the soft skin alone made Treize feel hot and tight in his pants. Treize leaned closer, intoxicated by Heero's scent.
The two football players [1], who pinned Heero down, were also bewitched by the boy's handsome feature. They licked their dry lips as they watched Treize's hand trailing down Heero's chest toward the spandex. Their breath quickened as their leader captured the lips of their victim eagerly and savagely. When Treize's forceful mouth pried open Heero's unyielding lips and slipped his tongue into the warmth, the football players gasped and moaned softly. Feeling equally as tight and hot as Treize, they unconsciously loosened their grip on the boy's wrists and ankles.
Sensing the chance, Heero bit down the tongue without hesitation. His elbow then came up, smashing the football player's nose while he tore his hands away from his captor. Treize let out a cry of pain as Heero proceeded to kick and freed his legs from the startled football player at his feet. Even though he was barefoot, Heero bony heel smashed the back of his captor's hand without mercy, eliciting another shriek. After his body was free of hindrances, Heero wasted no time and rolled his body smoothly toward the empty side of room. When he reached the clearing, he jumped on his feet and his hands defensively came up to his chest level. The intense cobalt eyes quickly surveyed the surrounding with calculation and determination.
Treize staggered up to his feet. With one hand holding his injured lips and tongue, Treize irritatedly signal the attack with the other hand. He watched Heero with absolute hatred as his teammates circled the boy. "Break him!" Treize gritted between his teeth. "I want every one of his bone snapped and shattered!" Treize wiped away the blood forming at his mouth. " I want to hear him beg!"
The football players responded Learning from their earlier encounter with the long hair boy, they moved in as a whole. They aimed their tight fist toward the seemingly delicate boy.
Heero dropped his weight. With both hands on the floor supporting his body, he straightened and swiped his leg, tripping down two opponents, who landed heavily on the floor. But Heero's luck ended there as a merciless foot kicked his exposing back, causing Heero to sprawl on the floor. Heero bit his lips, holding back the pain. He tucked in his limbs and quickly rolled his body again, intending to get away from the center of the beating. But the football players were trained to tackle. One man viciously grabbed Heero's hair, pulling him up while the others threw their fists at his soft stomach and vulnerable kidneys. They had wisely avoided hitting Heero's face. Heero shut his eyes and bit back his lips again. This time the blood started to trickle down from his mouth. He made no sound.
With murder in his eyes, Treize rushed toward Heero. The beating stopped and one of the football player sledded his hands underneath Heero's armpits, propping the limp body in place. Treize grabbed Heero's chin, forcing the boy to look at him.
Heero did not open his eyes or his mouth to Treize's satisfaction. Instead, he used his last bit of energy to jerk his chin out of Treize's hand.
Anger surged through Treize as he loudly and forcefully backhanded Heero. He hadn't anticipated Heero's resistance at all. And to be honest, he was shocked at Heero's strength of getting himself out of his grip. TWICE! Treize spitted out the blood in his mouth. Only a week ago, Heero was this lifeless doll. But NOW! Treize stared at the red mark he imprinted on Heero's cheek. Treize could not believe that the boy in front of him was fighting like a cat equipped with claws and fangs.
Still closing his eyes, Heero fought hard to breath while he mentally counted the injuries on his body. Broken bones. Internal bleedings. Dislocated shoulder..... Heero took in a deep breath. He involuntarily winced in pain as his lung expanded and his broken ribs stabbed his flesh.
Watching Heero's handsome face laced with pain and stubbornness, Treize smirked. The feeling of anger subsided as his pure lust from earlier started to emerge again. Truthfully, Treize started to like this feisty version of Heero. It would definitely elevate his ego once he breaks this boy to be his. When he had his hands on those silky skins, Treize would want this boy to cry out for him. Only for him.
Treize thought about how tight Heero could be when he heard the loud noise from the door. He involuntarily glanced toward the origin of the sound. But before he could really grasp what was going on, Treize was suddenly disorientated. The room became overly bright and he felt a tingling sensation across his skin. Treize was confused. He tumbled backwards a few steps before he fell and sat on the floor. Treize looked around the room. He could hardly make out his.....what was the word? Treize fought hard to think but memories and things all cluttered up in his mind. Treize tilted his head, staring at the football players' faces but couldn't understand why they were so shocked. The vision started to become fuzzy and his body started to feel numb. Treize slowly fell backwards and finally laid on the floor. He barely felt the floor vibrated when all his teammates ran out of the door in chaos. Treize closed his eyes. While fighting for air, the last thing he heard were the screams of his formal teammates.
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"Let go, Quatre." With the tip of his sword still dangerously rested on Trowa's delicate neck, Wufei growled.
Quatre's hand remained on Wufei's free arm. "Don't you see he doesn't want to fight? He wants to talk!" Trying his hardest to suppress the desperation in his voice, Quatre attempted to reason with Wufei. "If he wanted to kill us, he would have done so already! There was no point of him telling us about it."
"He was one of them! The sadistic bastards. You forgot how they toyed Yuy's mind? You want this to happen to you too? You forgot about Zechs?!" Wufei yelled. His voice echoed loudly in the music room. "You forgot how we trusted him....Hell! We even backed him up when Yuy's parents didn't approve of him. But you know what? He turned out to be a psycho! He fucking killed Yuy's parents! He damn nearly murdered Yuy too!"
"Of course I remembered!" Quatre yelled back, finally loosing his control. "But.." Quatre tried hard to search for words. "But I know he loved Heero..... He....."
"For God's sake, Quatre!" Wufei narrowed his eyes and stared into
Trowa's eyes like a predator waiting for the final kill. "He had a dagger up at
Yuy's back! The psycho was going to end Yuy's life! If we were there any
seconds later..."
"No! No! No!" Quatre shook his head. "Don't you get it?
The reason why Heero was so disconnected from the world for these three years?
Why he could never let go of the incident?" With one hand still griped
on Wufei's arm, Quatre raised the other hand, partly covered his lower face.
"God... what have we done? We saved Heero but also damned his life as
well. We killed Zechs but we left Heero no answer. For the past three years,
Heero was in his own hell, knowing that Zechs loved him but yet killed his parents.
He had no one to confront, no one to blame but himself......"Quatre shed his
tears, no longer able to hold back his feelings. "We both knew we helped create
Heero's hell...."
"Zechs was a soldier of White Fang." Trowa interrupted with his calm voice. "Quinze was the one who ordered the mission to eliminate Senator Yuy's family." His eyes betrayed nothing as he focused on Quatre's tears.
Quatre stared at Trowa. The unsaid words reached Quatre's heart. For that brief moment, Quatre forgot about his tears.
"Giving me the choice of saving Heero's life or making him not talk for three years, I will always choose the latter." Wufei snorted. He turned his attention back to Trowa. "Speak!" Deciding that he would take Quatre's advice of listening to the enemy in front of him, Wufei sneered. "Why kidnap us?"
"Quinze wanted to use you to pressure Senator Winner and Senator Chang to drop the charge." Trowa mechanically said.
"And I presume he wanted to kill Heero so that there would be no witness?" Wufei sneered. "Three years... we finally knew who was behind all this." Wufei gripped the sword hard. His muscle ached for holding the sword too long but Wufei's anger never allowed it to bother him. "We should contact Odin soon so we could catch the bastard."
Trowa lifted his eyes and briefly looked at the clock on the wall. "He should already be there."
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The loud gunshot startled Heero. While the sound still ringing in his years, Heero felt the arms underneath him withdrawn. Being too weak to support himself, Heero sledded on the floor. Ignoring the protest from his body, he painfully cracked open his eyes and to his surprise, he found Treize laid next to him. Heero barely suppressed his gasp as he saw blood oozing out of Treize's forehead.
Blood.
Zechs.
The dreadful memory hurt more than the physical pain Heero was having. Still on the floor, Heero desperately kicked Treize's body away from him. With his eyes trained on the body, he used his elbows to drag himself backwards as far away from the body as he could until his back hit something.
"Lovely sight isn't it?"
Heero tensed at the sound of the familiar voice. He turned his head around and found him stared into the pair of violet eyes he had been searching for all day. Heero forgot to breath as he saw the boy's chestnut long hair, no longer braided, was cascading down his shoulder. Clad in tight black shirt and blue jeans, he was both seductive and wild. "Duo?" Heero blinked. Puzzled by what he was seeing.
The long hair boy smirked. With a swift movement, he bent down. With one hand snaking behind Heero's head while still holding the smoking pistol and the other hand on the floor supporting his own body weight, the boy captured Heero's lips effortlessly. His tongue caressed the half closed mouth briefly before it roughly thrust into Heero's cavern. It twirled in Heero's warmth, tasting the sweetness of Heero and the iron taste of his blood.
Heero was confused. While he was actually enjoying the kiss, the edge of the gun pressing harshly against his skull kept him aware of the situation around him. A war raged in Heero's private mind as he pondered at the meaning of the kiss and the dead body not too far away from them. Finally Heero reminded himself of the vacant eyes he saw before the kiss.
As if knowing what Heero was thinking about, the long hair boy added more force behind Heero's head and deepened the savage kiss.
Heero shuddered as the vacant eyes flashed in his mind. Reluctantly, Heero broke the kiss. Despite the physical pain, he gritted his teeth and pushed the long hair boy a good few inches away from him.
The long hair boy did not protest. He only stood up and smirked at Heero.
"Duo?" Heero looked up and questioned the long hair boy. He fought hard to not faint from exhaustion.
"The name is not Duo." The long hair boy ran his fingers in his long hair. Strands of hair dangling down his face. "It's Shinigami." The boy raised his right hand. The weapon aimed at Heero.
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Note:
[1] um... last chapter I said only one football player was pinning Heero down... but
then I just realized, there is NO WAY of doing that! So I hope you don't mind me
changing it to two people ^_^ it sounded more reasonable that way ne?
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