Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ All in the Band ❯ Part Ten ( Chapter 10 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

All in the Band

Part 10
Amataru Arcus
1x2 3x4 Rx1 5xS
Yaoi
PG-13

Disclaimer: These are not my characters. I am lazy and have taken someone else’s creation and have formed my own story around them. Don’t sue me, I have no money!! I am a starving artist and am trying desperately to find a job for food and rent. I also didn’t write these songs. I’m not a poet, never will be. But, I love music and good lyrics, so all of those I have in my fic are good songs by good bands/people. At least I think they are *^_^* In this part I have “Things Don’t always Turn Out” by The Calling.

Warnings: It is yaoi, gay, slash, what ever you want to call it. It is also going to be explicit, but not in this part. There is *plot* in this story!! And I know you all are getting impatient and are wondering where the yummy lemon is, have patience! I promise you it will come soon. *cough*

Authors Note: Well I got this one out in record time didn’t I? I thought I had better get this thing finished because I now have two new jobs. So while I’m still in training the hours aren’t going to be as rough. I had better take advantage of that, ne? Read, *reply*, and ENJOY!!

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“Well he can‘t… sleep at night,” Duo’s voice rung through the crowded auditorium. Red and blue lights flickered before his eyes blinding him from seeing beyond the stage clearly. The lights danced upon the band in an array of colors and shapes, changing in sync with the fast tempo.

“And he can’t… do what’s ri~ight,” he sung from the depths of his throat as he looked intensely into the unseen crowed. “It was all because she came into his li~ife.” The bands instruments mixed through the speakers and the bass boomed through the audience’s ears. “It’s a deep obsession, taking up his ti~ime!”

And for the first time that song meant something different to him. Quatre had originally wrote it being inspired by Trowa’s adopted sister’s obsession with her brother. Catherine was a trap-ease star in one of the most famous touring circuses of the country. She was always calling him, always sending him gifts, and when she was in the area she took up his time. Everyone assumed, wrongfully, that they had more of a bond then siblings normally do.

“And he must con~fess,” singing the song with more feeling then ever he poured his heart out to the crowd. “All the impure thoughts… of his beautiful temptress,” throwing his head back he kept the beat with his leg and sung up into the spot light.

“All though he keeps it all… bottled up insi~ide! Well all though he keeps it all… safe with in his mi~ind!! Ouuuh… yeaaah!!” He grumbled into the microphone and threw him self forward and jumped two times in place. “She’s all that he wants, she’s all that he needs,” As he raised his head up slowly, his bangs parting slightly only showing parts of his unmistakable amethyst eyes. “She’s everything he just won’t believe.” His fingers left the microphone as he seemed to grab for the audience with his slender bent fingers. “Take away his doubt, turn him inside out.” He threw that hand off to the side and bent forward on one knee, “Then she can see what he’s been dyi~ing to say!”

Casting a short glance at Heero playing his guitar with out notice of the lusting gaze he finished the song, “But things don’t always turn out that way…”
And as the last song ended Duo bowed his head to the crowd and their voices rose together in appreciation. The song faded out with the lights and the band was swept off the stage after their good byes.

Waiting back stage was Relena, Hilde, and a few stage hands holding ice cold bottled water for the band. Relena had her own water for Heero and she ran up and gave it to him as she wiped his brow with a towel she had on hand. “You were so good tonight!!” She squealed and forced the bottle upon him. “Drink up, you must be so thirsty! That stage feels like a sauna once the lights go on! I can’t imagine actually performing in it!” She smiled brightly as Heero complied and drank her water.

“We are to go straight to the bus,” Hilde informed taking the place of Milliardo for the night. “All of your stuff is loaded. We will arrive in Nashville in about 10 hours give or take for traffic and weather,” she tapped a pen on the clip board and instructed everyone to hurry out the door following security. “Once in Nashville we will play a concert at the Hard Rock then we have a radio promotion gig. All they will do is record you all saying ’we listen to blah-blah station’ and you get paid for ever station you record for. Easy money,” she waved her hand dismissively as they walked out the back doors to the awaiting bus.

As they walked through the roped off crowd of hard core fans Hilde stopped reading off their itinerary and allowed the members to sign autographs and have a few pictures taken. “Let’s get going now. We are going to be late…” she instructed them a few minutes later and the crowded voiced their disappointment. “We’ve got a long ride ahead of us…”
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Heero found it hard to sleep that night. It wasn’t the jostling of the moving bus, or Wufei snoring in the bunk above, nor the sound of Quatre scribbling and crossing out lyrics. He was having those dreams again. Those dreams snuck up on him every now and then and tainted his thoughts. He couldn’t escape them, even when it seemed he was free of them for good they returned to torment him more. Images and feelings flashed through his recoiled mind. The life he thought he left behind wouldn’t be so easily forgotten.

For the second time that night a great pang gripped his stomach as if a thousands jagged edged knives where impaled into an already open wound then twisted unmercifully. Staggering to a standing position, more unbalanced by the pain then the velocity of the bus, he stumbled to the bathroom. He must have eat something that disagreed with his stomach, most likely food poison from the Taco-Bell they stopped at for a midnight snack. He knew he should have refused the spicy burrito. But when Duo started to criticism him for being weak…

And as he made it to the toilet the burrito tortured his taste buds for the second time that night. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he fell onto his knees before the bowel getting ready for another bout. Never again was he going to eat anything that took less than fifteen minutes to cook, no matter how much his pride would be wounded.

Heero’s neck slowly started to un-tie it self and his body temperature returned to normal. Getting up slowly he leaned over the sink and washed his face gingerly with a damp wash cloth he had used once before. Looking into the mirror he noticed how discolored and sickly he looked. For a second he was tempted to let someone know about his condition but that second was gone. He didn’t need to hold the band back, much less him self.

The next concert would put his goal within reach and he wasn’t going to let some Mexican food stop him. Opening the small medicine cabinet he took out a couple of Tums and swallowed them before he exited the small bathroom. Following the dim yellow lights in the isle he walked passed his bed and continued on to the living area.

As he neared he found he wasn’t the only one up that night. Gazing out a darkened window onto the highway Duo rested his head in his hands. Not wanting to be noticed or to disturb him, he retraced his steps back to the bunks.

“Mr. Sandman hasn’t visited you either?” Heero heard from over his shoulder as he almost made it to his bastion. Turning around he shook his head and decided to join him anyway. He needed to get him mind off the pain in his gut.

“What’s got you up?” Heero said as he gradually lowered him self onto the recliner facing Duo.

Shrugging he returned to staring out the window, “My mind is running a marathon through my head and I can’t get it to stop long enough to sleep. You?” he turned his attention to his companion. “You okay? You don’t look so hot…”

“Thanks…” Heero grumbled and leaned back in the chair and looked at the back of his eye lids.

“No I’m serious. You feeling okay?”

Heero shrugged slightly, “It’ll pass.” Heero heard a shuffle of Duo’s feet then an ice cold hand touched his forehead.

“Damn! I take it back, you are hot!”

“I’m fine,” Heero opened up his heavy lidded eyes to find Duo’s staring back into his. “Really,” he found it hard to close them again. They where magnetizing to Duo’s and open despite how heavy they were.

“Don’t tell me lies, Yuy…” he turned away from him breaking the trance. “I’ll wake Milliar-”

“No!” Heero whipped out his hand and grabbed Duo’s wrist stopping him from advancing further. “I’m fine. I just ate something bad.”

Spinning around Duo looked defiantly at him, “Food poison is serious. We need to get you to a doctor.” Heero tightened his grip and stared back icily. “That hurts, Heero. Let me go.”

“Don’t tell anyone,” he growled and pressed his nails against Duo’s flesh. “Then I’ll let go.”

Heero’s eyes froze Duo in his tracks. He had never seen anyone’s eyes look so dark. He was afraid of him now. The strength behind the small boy seemed limitless. Duo recalled the fight in the alley and how Heero remained unscathed. He had been fighting two armed men who where seasoned for fighting in the darkened streets of the city and Heero was just a young out-cast who played the guitar well. At least that’s what he had always assumed till that night. But seeing how unaffected he was at killing another human being scared Duo the most.

“Fine. But if you keel over don’t say I didn’t warn you…” and as Heero loosened his grip Duo fled from him.

Heero felt like a monster. He had just treated someone who truly was worried about him as if he was threatening his life. Smacking his head against the back of the chair he cursed his self. It seemed old habits never die, just like his nightmares.