Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ This is Me ❯ Part Two ( Chapter 2 )

This Is Me - Part Two - Tasuki

"Duo! Heero!" I called, running through horrendous amounts of people and getting enough death glares that if ya put 'em all together, I woulda fuckin' died on the spot.

And to no avail, too. Cause I had to stand there and wait.

Heero's hands rested loosely around his waist and Duo stroked his face, staring into his eyes as Heero whispered softly to him.

Then they started making out.

Now, had they not just had a fight, I wouldn't have stood for this. Yet after three minutes.... We only had so much fuckin' time between class!

"Hey Romeo and Juliet! Earth to Romeo and Juliet! You're gettin' stared at!"

They quickly parted, Duo blushing heavily. "I'm sorry, Tasuki."

"Nah, I wasn't waiting here *that* long," I muttered. "I see you guys made up, then."

Duo nodded, hand tightly locked around Heero's.

"Well, I only wanted to say I got a ninety-four on my science test.

"That's great!" Duo cheered for me.

Even though I knew it was sincere, it still felt fake to me.

I guess that's what depression does to you.

"Hey babe," Heero stopped in front of the art room. "I gotta run." He leaned over, gave Duo a kiss on the cheek, and then parted hesitantly.
"What's his story?" I asked.

Duo leaned against the wall. "He explained himself. How I was the only thing good he'd ever been granted in life and how afraid he was of losing me. He...he started crying.... Over the phone.... You might call me stupid, but he sounded sincere and I love him."

I sighed. "It's cool Duo. He's the love of your life. Someday I want a guy like that."

"Hey Tasuki...." Duo spoke softly and retreated into a darker corner as I followed. "Look man, I don't know how I got fuckin' lucky enough to met Heero. I certainly didn't deserve it. Okay? Look at where we're livin' man! I can't even tell my parents for fear they're gonna have a fuckin' conniption. Being gay in East Cobb Georgia isn't some joy ride. Do you know how many enemies I have? It's really the smart thing to do, keep under cover like you do. Hey man, remember, we're gonna move the hell away from here and I promise you'll get a man that'll give you everything you deserve. If I found Heero, you've gotta find someone. You deserve someone more than I do."

Though I didn't truly believe Duo's words, I thanked him and dashed off to class.

I tried art once, but Duo was in my class.... Talk about discouraging. Duo is like some fuckin' Picasso incarnate or somethin' and I'm.... I'm average....

It was fun, at first. But Duo was very competitive and he doesn't have a very high self-esteem. He always had to be the best and it really put a damper on the whole situation.

So I quit.

Math class was long and boring. I think I fell asleep....

Lunch was cool.... I ate with Duo, Heero, and Nuriko, another one of our secretly gay friends that Duo keeps wanting to hook up with another one of his friends that goes to another school. This guy's supposedly bi, but he seems pretty straight to me....

After lunch, since it was D lunch, Duo, Heero and I went to orchestra and I went to band.

I think that's how they met. In orchestra....

Duo was and has been and always will be a phenomenal cellist. I swear, seein' him play is so fuckin' awesome.... I think that it's his second love. He describes playing as 'making love to the instrument. You kiss it and caress it and love it and it replies with it's beautiful moans and cries....'

Or something like that.

All I remember is after the analogy I was quiet for a very long time.

But he really is super amazing. He's been playing with the seniors since he was, like, a freshman. Just to see him play is worth putting up with all Heero and his flirting at concerts.

Heero plays violin. I think he's parents forced him into it. He didn't seem to into it until Duo asked him to play a duet with him. Why Duo asked him that one time instead of someone better is probably because he thought he was hot or because he was punk and closer to him than the rest of the preps in the class. But that duet let them get to know each other and now they're inseparable.

It also made Heero practice more to get another opportunity to play a duet with him, and so he's not last chair anymore. He's not first either, but he's certainly not last.

I play trumpet. Go me. I'm in marching band, which can be kinda fun at times and totally blow ass at others. The memorization just kills me. But you don't have to be that good and it looks good on a college application, so I do it.

Not to mention we play for the football players and Tamahome is a football player....

"Hey you guys.... Winter dance is coming up. Whatcha gonna do?" I asked as we made our way down the hall.

Duo shrugged. "I guess we'll go and dance. Maybe I'll wear a skirt.... I'm not sure. I mean, it's not like we're hiding anything. Everyone knows. We might as well."

Heero nodded. "It would be cool with me."

I smiled at them as best I could. "That would be so awesome if you got a dress. You know you'll just have to for prom."

"Oh off course!" Duo cheered. "I'm already hooked up with this guy on the internet. I've been corresponding with him for a while now. I was trying to contact people from the Chicago Institute of Fashion Design to find out more about it, you know, we'll I met this guy and he's totally into my ideas and bringing them to life for me, personally, so he's working on it. It's gonna be so shibby and fuckin' fantabulose!" Duo cried happily.

He sure was one damn happy goth.

"I'm sure it will," I told him as we said our good-byes and they slid into the orchestra door.

Half-way though band I left to have my daily jaunt. I always left for ten minutes in the middle of this class to grab some junk out of the vending machines.

As I walked past the orchestra room, I heard the signature sound of Duo's playing. Loud, vivacious, passionate.

I glanced inside through the little door in the window. Everyone was chatting and lounging around on break, but Heero and Duo. They practiced a duet.

All I saw was them....

Such passion, such love flowed into the vibrations of their instruments.... Duo played loud and hard as Heero sang in love song, drifting over and calming Duo's voice, like resting a blanket over him.... So soft.... So sweet....

I realized my fingers were shaking where they rested on the door and my hand tightened into a fist as the first tear slid easily down my cheek.

I disappeared.

^

"Hey Tasuki."

"Hey Duo," I replied, my voice still a little husky from sleep.

I got home, I cut, I had a cig, I cried, I fell asleep.

"My band's gotta gig at Rocko's Saturday."

"Oh?"

"Yep. I just wanted you to know.... You can come if you want. I think I'm gonna try to get Nuriko and Hotohori to go so that they can finally meet."

"Yeah...." I grabbed for a cigarette to wake me up, taking mental note of the fact that Hotohori was supposedly single. He was also once their drummer, I think. But since he lived away, they could never met and they got a new guy.... His name...something strange.... That's right. N'Jery. Karou is on guitar, a chic named Ran played keyboards, and a dyke friend of their's Aja played bass. Duo was the vocalist and he wasn't all that bad either. People liked his voice and he got a gig at Rocko's about once every two or three weeks. They played on Saturday nights when Duo wasn't working and gathered a pretty good rep. I guess they play pop-rock. Like Natalie Imbruglia and some stuff that's a little harder like Everclear. They did compose some really hard rock songs, but are afraid to play them at a gig for fear of never getting called back.

"I'll see what I can do," I told him. The only problem with this was that Heero went to every one and though he's not such a bad person, he often talks about Duo to the point where it's nauseating. Duo this, Duo that, doesn't Duo sing good, doesn't Duo look nice.... Duo's my best friend, I don't have to hear about him every other second.

"Kay, and um.... I'll talk to Heero about keepin' his mouth shut about me. I know that bothers you."

I just gaped as he said he had to get back to work and he'd talk to me later.

Did I make it so obvious?

I didn't really want to. I didn't want them to think it upset me....

Even if it did.

^

This was just great. Totally peachy.

I was in math and I had to be paired with Wufei.

Oh joy of joyous day.

I guess this is my pay back for making it obvious that Heero and Duo's relationship irked me.

"Okay, I see that neither of us like this arrangement, so let's try to talk to each other as little as possible, huh?" Wufei sighed as he joined me in the seat next to mine.

Frankly, I was a little shocked he was so direct about hating me.

"For the rest of the semester you will be paired with this person."

I think Wufei and I died right then.

"You will be required to research on your assigned occupation and as a pair, go to a job site and ask them about it and get an interview on someone who works there. You must be specific in how math helps in this field and...."

She droned on some more, I ignored it and was trying to figure out how in the hell I was going to live with this freak for the rest of the semester. He was scribbling notes and frowning every time she mentioned 'partner' or 'together'.

Maybe I'd get off on letting him do all the work?

That prospect made me smile a little.

Then we were left to talk with are partners and gather ideas.

"So Wu-ass, what field are we doing?" I asked, getting the desired reaction of annoyance as I rested my head in my hand and blew a bubble with my gum in his face.

"Computer programming. Which is totally a pain because how many computer programmers are going to let us inter--"

"Are you fuckin' serious?!" I asked in disbelief.

"Unlike you, I pride myself in my integrity," he growled.

"Man, this kicks fuckin' ass! I have all the connections dude!"

Wufei looked at me skeptically. "You?"

"Dude, my best friend works at LogiTech Software! I have the entire hook-up! Dude, I am so gonna save you're sorry ass on this project."

Wufei sneered. "I could do it without your help."

"Look here, Wu-ass," I spoke, waving my blue polished hand with green sleeves reaching to near the end of the fingers in the air as I chomped on my gum. "You've gotta get me this grade on the papers, and if you don't, you got no hook up. I can get all the back stage info and shit 'cause Duo works there. He hates you man, so don't try to get out of getting me the grade."

"That goth gay kid?!" Wufei cried in shock.

"Yeah, dude. Got a prob with that? Cause all his co-workers and LogiTech totally fuckin' adore him. You don't like him, you get no hook-ups."

Wufei began to mutter under his breath as I smirked.

It was so fun to mess with people who had light-posts up their asses.

^

"Sure dude, 'course I'll help ya out," Duo replied from his cell as he ran out to check the cages.

I sat on my bed, smoke from incense curling to the ceiling.

"Sweet man.... Wufei woulda flew around the room otherwise."

Duo laughed. "I'll drive you two up Sunday. We're not all the busy Sunday. Get his address and I'll pick you guys up."

"That way you can brag about your car."

"My thoughts exactly. That ass kid will know that us gay goths aren't complete freaks."

"Hey, he disses you and he gets a personal pounding. Not only from me either. You know Heero would pound his fucking ass into the ground."

Duo laughed. "I feel so loved!"

"We all love you, Duo," I teased back into the phone.

"Well, sure. I'm glad to help. Get his address. I gotta run. Talk to you later."

"Sure."

Well, that was resolved. Wufei was in for the surprise of his life.

He should never stereotype. It's bad for you.

^

"Are you sure?" Wufei asked as he hesitantly surrendered his address.

I knew what he was thinking. He didn't want to be seen with a punk and a gay goth in a shitty car.

"Oh? So you would pass up the chance to ride in Duo's kick ass BMW? Boy, I wouldn't.... It totally shibby."

Wufei's mouth dropped a little, then he glared at me suspiciously. "I think you're just setting me up. I doubt he even works for LogiTech. He probably just wants to rape me." He added that later to himself, but I heard it.

And I was pretty pissed off.

"Look here you little bitch," I growled, smacking his face while the teacher's back was turned. "Duo would never do that sort of shit, especially not to you. For your information he is a very cultured and respected person with a very loving boyfriend who would pound you into the fucking ground if he knew you said that."

Wufei sneered as he rubbed at his cheek.

"We'll see."

"Oh my, but we will."

"If he's anything as cultured as you, then he's everything I expected."

Okay, okay! It was bad enough he insulted my best friend in the whole fucking world, but to insult me--!!!

My eyes flashed in anger.

"Fucking bitch...." I hissed, my hands clenched tightly into fists. "Say anything like that off of school ground and you won't be able to move for a fucking week, got that?"

Wufei rolled his eyes.

"Even I know you're bluffing."

"That's what you'd like to believe...."

Boy, this bitch needed to be beat and beat bad.

If he ever ventured upon insult outside of school, he'd find out just how much I *wasn't* bluffing.

^

I blew smoke in front of me and watched as Heero and Duo set up 'stage'. Nuriko sat next to me, very paranoid and chirping his anxiety every so often to the point where it didn't annoy me too much.

"Hey, look at that guy who just walked in! I hope Hotohori looks like that," Nuriko smirked, pointing back.

I looked over my shoulder and glanced at the man, then turned back around.

"Don't hope to hard.... It would be a waste of hope," I murmured as the man walked up.

"Hey Tasuki," he said, pulling out a chair.

"Hey Hotohori. This here," I jerked my thumb in Nuriko's direction, "is Nuriko. Nuriko, this is Hotohori."

I think I saw Nuriko die.

So as they began to talk, I stared at the stage and chugged down my coke.

Heero gave him a quick clap on the back and hopped off the 'stage' and down to sit next to me.

He spared a glance at Nuriko and Hotohori, his wave totally missed by them, and turned to me.

"I suppose they're doing well," Heero spoke, trying to make conversation other than 'doesn't Duo look fabulous?'

"Wrong subject, Heero," Tasuki sighed.

"Hey people," Duo spoke into the mike, giggling nervously. "I'm Duo Maxwell and this is my band Multi-System Advantage." He turned to his band. "N'Jery's on drums, Karou is guitar, Aja is our bassist, and Ran-Chan is on keyboards. Yep, so enjoy yourself or something and check out our site for CDs." Duo smirked at the band as N'Jery began a heavy drum roll.

"Desire," he breathed into the mike, sending chills through the room with his tantalizing voice. "It raises the stakes/As I raise my hand/To accept the cup you offer..../Filled with the finest taste/The finest wine/Your love/Your blood...."

I sighed and walked back to the bar to grab another coke as Duo's voice washed over the room.

"What do you think of that singer?" the tender asked as he handed me my coke with a laugh for the soda.

So what if I had enough morals not to try to buy alcohol in a bar with my fake ID? I mean, I'm not stupid.

"He's great," I muttered.

"I know! Love 'em. Trying to give him to some of my DJ friends!"

"Wonderful," I growled sarcastically, slinking back to my chair and throwing myself into it.

"Hey, are you okay?" Heero asked, sliding closer to me.

"Fine," I replied easily, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. Heero followed my move.

"You sure? I'm not stupid. I know you're a cutter."

"You have a fucking problem with that?" I spat back defensively.

Heero was quiet. "Only because...." He faded without finishing.

I decided not to say anything.

"The blood and the violence/It seems to get higher/As I lose my head..../The pain and the anguish/The fighting/The hatred/When will it all...end?"

I knew the words of this song by heart. It was called 'The Violence'. I wasn't sure why Duo, of all people, was possessed to write such a depressing song, but he wrote a lot of songs about depressing situations. Parents and children fighting, parents fighting, hatred between people that should be close....

This one, however, was about a kid who was so depressed he wanted to actually commit suicide, but every time he got enough guts, he thought of a reason not to. One time it's because someone called him up and left a message on his answering machine and he couldn't go through with it because someone did care. Another time he noticed a photo of him and his family on his dresser.

"Flame.../I stare at the match/Hearting-warming could end this all so easily/But fire burns in my soul/And is tearing me apart/While it's keeping me..alive...." he faded, smiling at the audience as some of them clapped softly.

"Sorry folks, had to get them depressing songs outta my system," he spoke with a graceful, confident, yet gentle air. It was strange the way his voice radiated through the microphone and over the people. "Now I got a happier song that I kinda just wrote. Take it however you want."

Now, I couldn't help but flash a genuine smile as the first chord was struck.

It was such an amusing song. About how Duo wanted to dress Heero up all cute and apply his make-up and feed him candies. Yeah, it was stupid and funny, but at the same time undeniably sweet.

Duo wrote it as such that you could take it three ways.

Way One: Duo is talking about a woman and how he loves to feed her chocolate and watch her dress in fancy dresses and likes to help put on her make-up. Um, no.

Way Two: Duo is talking from a woman's perspective and is either talking to another woman in a serious tone or a man just for kicks. Better than way one and a lot more logical.

Way Three: Duo is talking about his boyfriend. Bingo.

Heero was blushing with each word, and even though I didn't want to, I smiled even wider as I saw this.

They really were an adorable couple.

So perfect.... As I would never own.

"I heard how you and Duo were going to drive Wufei up to LogiTech," Heero opened, trying to get his mind off the song.

"Oh, yeah. Dude, that's gonna be a fucking trip to hell," I complained, smashing the cigarette.

"You know if I could go I'd keep his ass in check."

I nodded. "Oh well. There's not much I can do about it. I mean, he is my partner for the fucking class, not to mention the rest of the term."

"Boy, I'm sorry for you."

"Thanks for your sympathy."

I heard the first few chords and visibly saw Heero's face tense up.

The song I knew well.

It was called 'Carousel'.

Just to say I knew the song well doesn't mean that I knew what it was about. I had my ideas, but it wasn't something Duo felt like sharing with me, so I didn't ask. Heero obviously knew all the hidden meaning in the words, but he was also a lot closer to Duo than I would ever be.

"Carousel/All the lights dancing/Dancing in my eyes/Dying in my mind/Dust in my heart/'Cause you said you'd always hold me/Keep me safe and warm/But mother's voice was always painful/And father's always scorn/Now I know what it's like to lose/More than what I've had/Whether in my heart or in my head/Or in my very hand/So I hold my head up higher/To meet the setting sun/And look back at the shining lights/Look at the carousel in my mind/Dusk/Dust/Dead...."

The last few plucks of the strings complimented Duo's voice as it faded off.

Heero's eyes were shiny with tears, and secretly I was jealous. Jealous of how close he was to Duo. Jealous that Duo told him everything and left me guessing. It really wasn't fair.

^

Duo had pulled into my driveway, dressed in his usual business attire.

I always wondered why Heero found that plain outfit so kinky....

I suppose it's the good boy turned bad thing, but hell, I don't want to think about my best friend like that.

"Hey dude, I think I saw Wufei last night," Duo opened as I slid into the passenger side and Duo rolled down the windows, cranking up Blood Sugar Sex Magik as we rolled out of the neighborhood.

"Where?" I replied.

"In the bar last night. Like, digging my music."

"No fuckin' way!"

"Yeah fuckin' way! I swear across my life and all the beer in the world it was him! What other Chinese man puts that much gel in his hair, wears it that tight, and doesn't change his clothes?"

"Eh.... I see your point...." I answered. "But are you sure he was there for fun?"

Duo shrugged. "That's what it looked like. No one was with him."

I noticed he had gotten a blue leopard print fuzzy steering wheel cover and for a change of subject, complimented it.

"Thanks. Heero got it for me."

*Big* fucking surprise.

"What are you guys doing for Christmas?"

Duo shrugged. "Probably gonna rent out a hotel room and fuck around for Christmas Eve. We kinda have to be with our families, otherwise.... Oh yeah! Heero's having a Christmas party and you're invited. It's the Saturday we get off for break."

"Who's gonna be there and where will it be?"

"Ah, just a bunch of people. Most of my friends and most of his. Don't worry about getting gifts for everyone or nothin'. It's just gonna be like a food, dance thing. Nothing formal."

I nodded slowly. I hated it when they did this to me. I didn't really want to go, but I'd go just because Duo wanted me to.

Dammit. I was too fucking nice to him.

He didn't even care.

"And Sunday I have my ASYO concert.... Damn, forgot about that...."

"How do you have the fucking time?" I asked, genuinely interested in his secret.

He was a member of ASYO (Atlanta Sympathy Youth Orchestra), held down a steady computer tech job, had a very steady boyfriend and had time for him, he managed to have a 3.89 GPA, be accepted to every collage he applied for, managed to party and have fun and tons of friends. If there were any way I could have everything he did....

I can only wish.

Duo just shrugged. "Dunno. I just do. Pretty organized, I guess."

We pulled into Wufei's sub-division and found his house with relative ease.

I was just glad to be proving his sorry ass wrong.

I walked up and rang on the door bell, groaning and waiting impatiently as he opened the door.

"Ready to go, Wu-bitch?" I asked in some form of growl and he nodded, including that he wished I wouldn't call him that.

"How much did it cost to rent this car?" was the first thing he asked Duo after interductions as he climbed in the back.

Duo laughed. "Dude, I bought this car. This is my cash. This is my baby. Who else do you think could afford a BMW? You?" he asked, incredulous.

Wufei was highly offended.

"All I know is that you better be taking me to LogiTech and not somewhere you can tie me up and rape me."

Duo's face contorted in anger, then a split second later, sorrow.

I thought he might cry.

"I have a steady boyfriend Wufei," Duo returned, voice wavering as he changed the CD.

"Yeah. Heero Yuy. Maybe you've heard of him? If you haven't, I'm sure I can describe him. Tough, works out, lots of rings, punk, the kind of guy that could easily smash you into the ground if I held you down," I hissed as Duo dabbed his eyes and pulled out of the drive way.

"You don't--" he began to tell me.

"No," I returned, thoroughly angry. It was one thing to insult my best friend behind his back, but a completely different thing to do it to his face--! "The bastard shouldn't be so fucking ungrateful. You're saving his ass on this project and trying to be courteous, the least he can do is show you some fucking respect!"

Duo winced at my words, but he knew I was right.

"You hear that Wu-bitch? It'd be best keep your mouth as shut as possible during this because though Duo's too nice, I have *no* qualms about walking right over to Heero and telling him just how you treated his boyfriend. Trust me, I know Heero better than I sometimes wish, and he won't take the things you just said lightly."

That kept Wufei silent, or at least for the time being, as Duo turned up Weezer.

I don't think one word was exchanged until the time we got to the LogiTech parking lot and Duo turned off the music and pulled out his pass, sliding it through.

"I have to fuck around to get you some passes. Don't say anything unless asked, okay? It'll make things a whole lot easier," Duo explained as they stepped out of the car.

"I thought you already had this worked out," Wufei muttered.

"Yeah, with the head honchos, but the security guards gotta do their jobs too," Duo replied as Wufei slung the camera over his shoulder and we followed Duo into the reception room. He bullshited with them for a few minutes before we were in and Wufei set up the camera, handing it to me.

"Be careful with it," he warned.

"Chill Wu-bitch. I got it under control," I replied, hefting it onto my shoulder. "You talk and I'll film."

The day, I'll say, was successful. The people Duo worked with all obviously loved him with the happiness they greeted him with and the quickness with which they agreed to interviews and we got a shit load of information on stuff that just made my head spin. Cages and cookies and gooie and AFU.... I was lost by the end of the day and begged Wufei would be into presenting the information 'we' learned.

I hope Wu-ass was pleased.

The ride home was okay. Duo and I chatted and laughed and I almost felt sorry for the bitch. He seemed so uncomfortable and out of place. He seemed like he didn't want to interrupt us. Like he knew he didn't belong and like....

Like it hurt him.

However I didn't feel sorry for long when I remembered all the mean shit he said about Duo.

Now, I was envious of Duo and sometimes I down right hated him, but he was the sweetest person on Earth and anyone that can insult him as got some serious issues.

Me?

Hell, I probably deserve to be insulted.

So I brought up a subject I knew he wouldn't like as we got into familiar terroritory.

"Wufei! I was meaning to ask, I thought I saw you Duo's concert last night."

He looked pinned with fear. His eyes grew large and he shook his head slowly.

"What makes you say that?"

"The fact I thought I saw you there. Duo's a pretty damn good vocalist, isn't he? Hard to insult someone so good, isn't it? Well, I find it is. I guess bastards have different views of the world."

"I guess we do," he growled back.

Duo began to sing softly with Live as we drove.

"Your species isn't only different on the outside, but on the inside as well," he finished and my eyebrows narrowed in hate.

"Or so you think only because you're the real bastard and everything good is wicked to you," I shot back.

"Oh? And do you not think--"

"I will not tolerate the Hilter argument in my car," Duo stepped in firmly and I shot my head back around to stare out the window.

I knew what he was talking about.

How each side thought they were right as Hilter thought executing all those people was right though everyone else thought it was wrong.

Wufei seemed lost, but I really didn't give a damn.

The car was silent as he pulled into Wufei's driveway and dropped him off without a word of goodbye, though Wufei did utter his thanks, which I was glad of. Otherwise he might've been seriously hurt.

Driving back to my house wasn't pleasant.

"I hope you wouldn't tell Heero anything of that and get the poor loser beat up," Duo scolded me.

I really wasn't in the mood. "Why the fuck not?"

"Because the guy is such a loser it wouldn't be worth it. Don't you feel even a little sorry for the poor fuck? Guy can't have many friends, not to mention he's probably gay and in the closet. You could've cut him a small break."

"He's a bastard!" I returned. "He doesn't deserve any le-way or patience! He deserves everything he got from me and more! He deserves Heero to pound him into the ground!"

"Maybe you think that, but I don't," Duo returned. "It's wrong to just pick on people like that. But maybe that's just my fucked up opinion since it happens to me so much...."

I sighed. "Look, dude, I'm sorry. I just look at him and get mad, I can't control it that well."

He nodded, staring down at the road.

I knew that it was a sensitive subject, but I might be a little more sensitive if he would tell me jack shit! But no, he doesn't tell me anything. Not the meaning behind 'Carousel', not any part of his life besides that which I've experienced with him first hand. Sure, he could tell me the little things, but nothing important.

Nothing that truly mattered....

Like what made him so upset just then....

Then again, I really didn't expect much than to apologize and have him not want to talk to me for the next week.

He'd have to talk to Heero.

Heero this, Heero that, Heero can help.

Well what the hell is gonna happen when Heero runs out? When Heero snaps?

When Heero isn't there?

He'll be all alone.

And no one will give a fuck about him, just like he doesn't give a fuck about anyone else.

Sure, he puts on the act like he does, but I don't really believe he cares.