Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ All in the Band ❯ Chapter 4
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Amataru 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.02.2002 | Updated On: 08.19.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.02.2002 | Updated On: 08.19.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
All in the Band
Part 3/6?
Amataru Arcus
1x2 3x4x3 Rx1
Yaoi/Lemon
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 college student who is trying desperately to find a way to find time to continue my fan fic writing!! 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.
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.
Authors Note: I'm so sorry it took me forever to up date this story! I couldn't find any direction so I opened it up for anyone to take over. So there was going to be a round robin of sorts but it never started because they couldn't think of any direction. So I took it back and I've finally got a whiff of inspiration and continued it! And as always, Read, reply, respond, and Enjoy!!
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"No no no!" Duo stopped singing and turned to the group. They where practicing one of their new songs in one of Milliardo's many rehearsal rooms. "It's dun-dun dun-dun-dun!" he yelled to Wufei.
"That's what I was doing, idiot! Clean out your ears!!"
"They are squeaky clean and I can hear your dun-dun-dun dun-dun's!" he spit out furiously.
"Calm down Duo-" Quatre tried to make peace but it didn't help. Duo turned to Quatre.
"And you keep missing that string of notes! Between you and Wufei I'm surprised we even have gigs anymore!"
"Duo-" Trowa started in as well, defending Quatre.
"Don't you start either! I don't even wanna tell you how you can't keep up with things! Are your fingers in knots yet?!"
"Shut up Duo! You've got nothing to say! You voice keeps cracking on the C note!!" Wufei hit the cymbals dramatically.
"I can't take this today!!" Duo threw his microphone to the floor and the noise from the speakers made everyone cringe; Duo slammed the door behind him as he stormed out.
"Damn it…If he's going to act like this every Spring season…"
"Why?" Heero spoke finally, completely lost as to why he was having a hissy fit.
"Well…" Quatre looked to Wufei for approval.
"Have you known about Wing before you joined?"
"Kind of," he shrugged.
"Do you remember the last guitarist, Solo?"
"Barely."
Quatre joined back in the conversation, "Well… Duo took it personally when he quit the band. And soon after he quit… he died."
"Two years ago in the Spring." Wufei completed.
"Right," Quatre nodded.
Heero looked at everyone and he could tell they still where upset about the loss, but obviously not as much as Duo was. "How did he die?"
"We aren't sure actually… He died in a car crash, but we aren't sure if it was suicide or murder or just plan accident."
"Duo believes it was murder," Wufei snorted slightly.
"I think it was an accident."
"I think it was suicide…" Trowa said silently.
Heero knew he was intruding on ruff territory so he stopped his inquiry. "Well, if we can't rehearse today, might as well go home, ne?"
The other two looked at Quatre for an answer. "I guess. We can't do much with out Duo here."
"Good. I'll be home late tonight." Wufei put down his sticks and grabbed his coat from the floor.
"Why?"
He was silent.
"Common Wufei, you can tell us! We won't tease you!" Quatre begged as he saw Wufei's cheeks changing color.
"… I've got a date…" he whispered and they could barely tell what he said.
"What?! A date?! With who!!" Quatre bounded over to him excitedly.
"A woman."
"Who? Who? Do we know her??"
"Yes."
"Tell us!!"
He looked at Quatre suspiciously, "Don't tell Duo. He'll never let it down."
"Promise! Cross my heart and hope to die!" Quatre crossed his heart and smiled brightly.
Wufei looked at the two behind Quatre who seemed to be more interested in their instruments then his love life. "Okay… The lighting director…"
"Sally Po?! Really?!!" Quatre started jumping around like a child on Christmas.
"Shut up… If you tell Duo, I'm going to make sure you can't be pleased by anyone! And you know what I mean!" he shot him a deathly evil look but Quatre wasn't fazed as he just nodded acknowledging the threat and continued with his prancing.
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"Check mate."
"Damn Yuy… You beat him twice in a row… I don't think that's been done before." Trowa commented from the kitchen to the dinning room where Heero and Quatre where playing their second game of chess.
"No, Duo beat me three times before."
Trowa blinked. "When?"
"We play every now and then and he's beaten me three times. We keep a score book. I'm winning."
Trowa blinked again. "I didn't know he played," he continued loading the dishes.
"Don't you think he's been gone a long time?" Heero brought this up for the fourth time that night.
Quatre looked up at the clock. "No, he usually doesn't get back till mid-night. It's only eleven. Wanna 'nother go?"
"No," Heero got up from the table and went to his room with out another word. As he walked down the wall he gazed at the photographs hanging on the walls with scotch tape. Various pictures of the band member's families where strewn about along with some of their own pictures. Heero looked to see anyone that resembled Duo but he couldn't find any. All of the pictures where of Wufei's family, Quatre's, or Trowa's. But non of the people (besides the pictures of Duo himself) looked like Duo.
"Has Duo got any family?"
"What?" Quatre asked from the kitchen door way.
"The pictures, I don't see anyone that looks like they would be Duo's parents or anything."
"Oh…" Quatre looked back into the kitchen then back at Heero ready to tell him. "Duo doesn't have a family… He was raised on the streets. Solo… Well he found Duo on a corner singing for some money. One of the rare times he actually worked for his food instead of stealing it." Quatre smiled a sympathetic smile. "He had been looking for a lead singer for his guitar. Solo didn't have much of a voice but he could really make a guitar bleed. That's where Duo got his name from. He and Solo where a Duo and he found him on Maxwell Ave. Solo was like a father to him…" a small tear fell down his left eye and he quickly brushed it away and smiled. "He was like a father to all of us actually. Duo wasn't the only one to take his leaving the band hard.
"We all did. I was kicked out of my home when my father found out I was-different-well-gay." Quatre looked away suddenly but looked back to Heero to see how he handled it but Heero still didn't have any emotion written on his face. At least it wasn't disgust, Quatre thought then continued on. "He found me in a poetry reading and asked if I could play an instrument. When I told him I had piano lessons he introduced me to the keyboard. I wasn't the first one increase the numbers. Trowa was third…"
"He found me at a circus. My family are carnies. I didn't want to be and I was playing my banjo out side of the tent one night because I was angry at my sister. He asked me to join and I did. I just wanted out of there."
"And we found Wufei in a Chinese restaurant. We hear all this racket from the kitchen area, but it wasn't just racket it had a rhythm to it. Solo asked who was doing it and the lady said it was the dish washer. He was mad at the owner for demoting him from cook after he burnt the noodles. Solo asked him and reluctantly at first he agreed."
"Speaking of Wufei…" Trowa said coming out of the kitchen and looking at the clock that read 11:32 now. "His date is taking a long time… I'm sure the movie is over now…"
And as if on cue Wufei walked through the door.
"How'd it go?"
Wufei looked up at Quatre as if for the first time. "What go?"
"Your date?"
"Nothing happened," he said defensively.
"…"
"I didn't ask what happened. I asked how it went."
"Where's Duo? Isn't he back yet?!"
"No…"
"I'm worried about him. I have a bad feeling… I couldn't concentrate on anything. Did anyone try his cell phone?" Wufei walked to the phone in the kitchen. As he passed Trowa spotted some lip stick on his collar.
"Nothin' happened, eh?"
"Did anyone call Duo?"
"No, he's fine Wufei-"
Wufei picked up the phone and dialed. After a minute he slammed the receiver down. "It's not on… Damn it… The idiot! He didn't call?"
"No, you know Duo when he gets like this. He wants to be alone. He'll be back in a few minutes." Quatre tried reassuring him but it didn't work.
"If he's not back by mid-night I'm calling the cops!"
"Wufei…"
"I'm serious! He could have gotten hurt! And what if he gets so down that he kills him self!"
"Wufei!"
"I'm worried about Duo too."
"Heero?"
"See! I'm going out to find him. If he's not back by mid-night call the cops. If I find him I'll call you." Wufei grabbed his keys again and headed out the door.
"Honestly… He's okay…" Quatre said in the direction of the door then turned to Heero. "You are worried about him? Do you have a bad feeling about him too?"
Heero didn't say anything but turned and went back to his room.
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Duo kicked the tin can for the third time as he continued down the dark street blowing off steam. He couldn't concentrate on notes at all. Not today. All he could hear in his head was the TV news broadcast announcing that 'Solo, the former lead guitarist for the band Wing, was found dead in his Corvette early this morning. Two local boys where on their way to a fishing spot when they spotted his car up turned in the creak. Police looking into what happened aren't sure if a he swerved off the road to avoid something and rolled down the bluff or if he just didn't want to turn the wheel to go around the sharp bend. The case is still under investigation. Solo was only 20 years old and was starting to go solo when he died.'
'It wasn't suicide,' he kicked the can harder this time sending it into the street. 'It was his damn lover that killed him…' He could feel his heart start to beat frantically and he began to tremble slightly. 'His damn lying back stabbing lover!' he now kicked the street light pole and cursed as he jammed his toe.
The wind blew and pulled his braid tangling it self loosely around his neck. "Fuck you!" he pulled at it and tossed it aside. "Fuck you…" Tear started streaming down his yellow lit face and Duo fell against the brick wall to his right. He didn't fight it like he normally would. He let them fall down his cheeks and land on his brown boots with a plod. He stood there for ten minutes letting everything out, he could feel his eyes bulging and his head began bounding. Soon his legs gave way and he fell to the ground in a heap and tucked his legs tightly to his chest and started to slow down his breathing because the hiccups started hurting.
"You okay mista'?" said a humble voice next to his ear.
Duo jumped and looked up to see an old hobo man kneeling down next to him. "Yeah… I'm fine… Just had a bit too much to drink." he smiled a normal smile and began to laugh.
"You sure? I saw you crying there and I thought maybe your mother died or sumfin'."
"No," he chuckled. "I'm fine, honest. Just a bit up set that they kicked me outta the bar… Says I had too much to drink."
"You can't fool me son." the old man smiled lightly and joined him on the ground resting his head against the wall.
"No?"
"No. Yer too young to drink and I was just in the bar and I didn't see you in it."
"Oh… heh, caught me in my act then." he smiled a crooked smile and whipped his face dry.
"Na' tell me what's really troubling you. The least I can do in the world is help stray cats find their way." he pulled out a bottle rapped in a paper bag and took a swig from it.
"Nothings wrong. I'm just a bit emotional today."
"Don't you go and tell me tha'. I know a troubled soul when I sees one. I've seen plenty to know."
Duo just looked at the old man sitting next to him dressed in rags. What harm would it do to talk to a stranger? He stretched out told him the story of his lost friend and how he still misses him. "We had a fight the night before he died… I said some things that… I wish I didn't say…"
"We all make mistakes son. It's now you fix those mistakes that's the real problem."
"But I can't fix the mistake."
"Then you don't have a problem. The friend is dead. He's gone to a better place and he can see the truth of things and the pettiness. He's no longer mad at you, son. That chapter of yer life is done with. You can't live in the past. Yer present is passing you by. You've go many years to live. Don't try to live in the ones you can't live in."
"But I miss him…" Duo looked down at his shoes, his head resting on his knees.
"Was he your only friend?"
"No…"
"Then your friends miss you."
"But I'm here-"
"Not when you are in the past! Take my advice son. Live for today. Not yesterday or tomorrow. They never come."
"I know but-" Duo turned to the old man but he was gone. He was sitting alone on the side walk leaning against a graffiti wall. "Where-"
A car honked from the other side of the street and Wufei popped his head out the driver's side window. "Hey! Duo! You know what time it is!! You had us worried to death!! Get your ass in the car now!!"
"All right, sorry." he climbed to his feet and crossed the street to the small station wagon stopped at the stop light and climbed in. "Hey Wu-man, you do care!" Duo said as Wufei made a u-turn. He leaned over and rested his head against his shoulder. "I care about you too man…" he sniffled a fake tear.
"Don't you dare pull a stunt like that again! We had no idea where you where and in the state you where in-" Wufei cut his sentence short and shrugged Duo off his shoulder.
"Ah, you don't need to worry about me sweat heart. I know how to take care of my self. I only stopped in three bars and had 4 drinks… or was it 7... No," he started counting on his fingers then he imagined counting on his toes. "Twelve, yes, just twelve drinks!"
"Damn it Duo! We where this close to calling and reporting a missing person!!"
"I said I'm sorry. I just had to have some time alone to think." Duo stared out the window and watched as the run down buildings passed them by.
"Well you shouldn't have turned off your cell phone."
"I just didn't want anyone to bother me, that's all. Now can we drop this, honey?" Duo turned and batted his long eye lashes at Wufei.
"Do you think we can rehearse tomorrow?"
"Yeah, we need to. Oh, and sorry I jumped down your throat earlier."
"Don't worry about it."
"No really… You where doing fine… Actually, that rhythm works better then what's on the paper." Duo reached around his seat and pulled out a three ring binder that was under the back seat. "Got a pencil?"
"Glove compartment."
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TBC
Part 3/6?
Amataru Arcus
1x2 3x4x3 Rx1
Yaoi/Lemon
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 college student who is trying desperately to find a way to find time to continue my fan fic writing!! 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.
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.
Authors Note: I'm so sorry it took me forever to up date this story! I couldn't find any direction so I opened it up for anyone to take over. So there was going to be a round robin of sorts but it never started because they couldn't think of any direction. So I took it back and I've finally got a whiff of inspiration and continued it! And as always, Read, reply, respond, and Enjoy!!
___________________________________________
"No no no!" Duo stopped singing and turned to the group. They where practicing one of their new songs in one of Milliardo's many rehearsal rooms. "It's dun-dun dun-dun-dun!" he yelled to Wufei.
"That's what I was doing, idiot! Clean out your ears!!"
"They are squeaky clean and I can hear your dun-dun-dun dun-dun's!" he spit out furiously.
"Calm down Duo-" Quatre tried to make peace but it didn't help. Duo turned to Quatre.
"And you keep missing that string of notes! Between you and Wufei I'm surprised we even have gigs anymore!"
"Duo-" Trowa started in as well, defending Quatre.
"Don't you start either! I don't even wanna tell you how you can't keep up with things! Are your fingers in knots yet?!"
"Shut up Duo! You've got nothing to say! You voice keeps cracking on the C note!!" Wufei hit the cymbals dramatically.
"I can't take this today!!" Duo threw his microphone to the floor and the noise from the speakers made everyone cringe; Duo slammed the door behind him as he stormed out.
"Damn it…If he's going to act like this every Spring season…"
"Why?" Heero spoke finally, completely lost as to why he was having a hissy fit.
"Well…" Quatre looked to Wufei for approval.
"Have you known about Wing before you joined?"
"Kind of," he shrugged.
"Do you remember the last guitarist, Solo?"
"Barely."
Quatre joined back in the conversation, "Well… Duo took it personally when he quit the band. And soon after he quit… he died."
"Two years ago in the Spring." Wufei completed.
"Right," Quatre nodded.
Heero looked at everyone and he could tell they still where upset about the loss, but obviously not as much as Duo was. "How did he die?"
"We aren't sure actually… He died in a car crash, but we aren't sure if it was suicide or murder or just plan accident."
"Duo believes it was murder," Wufei snorted slightly.
"I think it was an accident."
"I think it was suicide…" Trowa said silently.
Heero knew he was intruding on ruff territory so he stopped his inquiry. "Well, if we can't rehearse today, might as well go home, ne?"
The other two looked at Quatre for an answer. "I guess. We can't do much with out Duo here."
"Good. I'll be home late tonight." Wufei put down his sticks and grabbed his coat from the floor.
"Why?"
He was silent.
"Common Wufei, you can tell us! We won't tease you!" Quatre begged as he saw Wufei's cheeks changing color.
"… I've got a date…" he whispered and they could barely tell what he said.
"What?! A date?! With who!!" Quatre bounded over to him excitedly.
"A woman."
"Who? Who? Do we know her??"
"Yes."
"Tell us!!"
He looked at Quatre suspiciously, "Don't tell Duo. He'll never let it down."
"Promise! Cross my heart and hope to die!" Quatre crossed his heart and smiled brightly.
Wufei looked at the two behind Quatre who seemed to be more interested in their instruments then his love life. "Okay… The lighting director…"
"Sally Po?! Really?!!" Quatre started jumping around like a child on Christmas.
"Shut up… If you tell Duo, I'm going to make sure you can't be pleased by anyone! And you know what I mean!" he shot him a deathly evil look but Quatre wasn't fazed as he just nodded acknowledging the threat and continued with his prancing.
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"Check mate."
"Damn Yuy… You beat him twice in a row… I don't think that's been done before." Trowa commented from the kitchen to the dinning room where Heero and Quatre where playing their second game of chess.
"No, Duo beat me three times before."
Trowa blinked. "When?"
"We play every now and then and he's beaten me three times. We keep a score book. I'm winning."
Trowa blinked again. "I didn't know he played," he continued loading the dishes.
"Don't you think he's been gone a long time?" Heero brought this up for the fourth time that night.
Quatre looked up at the clock. "No, he usually doesn't get back till mid-night. It's only eleven. Wanna 'nother go?"
"No," Heero got up from the table and went to his room with out another word. As he walked down the wall he gazed at the photographs hanging on the walls with scotch tape. Various pictures of the band member's families where strewn about along with some of their own pictures. Heero looked to see anyone that resembled Duo but he couldn't find any. All of the pictures where of Wufei's family, Quatre's, or Trowa's. But non of the people (besides the pictures of Duo himself) looked like Duo.
"Has Duo got any family?"
"What?" Quatre asked from the kitchen door way.
"The pictures, I don't see anyone that looks like they would be Duo's parents or anything."
"Oh…" Quatre looked back into the kitchen then back at Heero ready to tell him. "Duo doesn't have a family… He was raised on the streets. Solo… Well he found Duo on a corner singing for some money. One of the rare times he actually worked for his food instead of stealing it." Quatre smiled a sympathetic smile. "He had been looking for a lead singer for his guitar. Solo didn't have much of a voice but he could really make a guitar bleed. That's where Duo got his name from. He and Solo where a Duo and he found him on Maxwell Ave. Solo was like a father to him…" a small tear fell down his left eye and he quickly brushed it away and smiled. "He was like a father to all of us actually. Duo wasn't the only one to take his leaving the band hard.
"We all did. I was kicked out of my home when my father found out I was-different-well-gay." Quatre looked away suddenly but looked back to Heero to see how he handled it but Heero still didn't have any emotion written on his face. At least it wasn't disgust, Quatre thought then continued on. "He found me in a poetry reading and asked if I could play an instrument. When I told him I had piano lessons he introduced me to the keyboard. I wasn't the first one increase the numbers. Trowa was third…"
"He found me at a circus. My family are carnies. I didn't want to be and I was playing my banjo out side of the tent one night because I was angry at my sister. He asked me to join and I did. I just wanted out of there."
"And we found Wufei in a Chinese restaurant. We hear all this racket from the kitchen area, but it wasn't just racket it had a rhythm to it. Solo asked who was doing it and the lady said it was the dish washer. He was mad at the owner for demoting him from cook after he burnt the noodles. Solo asked him and reluctantly at first he agreed."
"Speaking of Wufei…" Trowa said coming out of the kitchen and looking at the clock that read 11:32 now. "His date is taking a long time… I'm sure the movie is over now…"
And as if on cue Wufei walked through the door.
"How'd it go?"
Wufei looked up at Quatre as if for the first time. "What go?"
"Your date?"
"Nothing happened," he said defensively.
"…"
"I didn't ask what happened. I asked how it went."
"Where's Duo? Isn't he back yet?!"
"No…"
"I'm worried about him. I have a bad feeling… I couldn't concentrate on anything. Did anyone try his cell phone?" Wufei walked to the phone in the kitchen. As he passed Trowa spotted some lip stick on his collar.
"Nothin' happened, eh?"
"Did anyone call Duo?"
"No, he's fine Wufei-"
Wufei picked up the phone and dialed. After a minute he slammed the receiver down. "It's not on… Damn it… The idiot! He didn't call?"
"No, you know Duo when he gets like this. He wants to be alone. He'll be back in a few minutes." Quatre tried reassuring him but it didn't work.
"If he's not back by mid-night I'm calling the cops!"
"Wufei…"
"I'm serious! He could have gotten hurt! And what if he gets so down that he kills him self!"
"Wufei!"
"I'm worried about Duo too."
"Heero?"
"See! I'm going out to find him. If he's not back by mid-night call the cops. If I find him I'll call you." Wufei grabbed his keys again and headed out the door.
"Honestly… He's okay…" Quatre said in the direction of the door then turned to Heero. "You are worried about him? Do you have a bad feeling about him too?"
Heero didn't say anything but turned and went back to his room.
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Duo kicked the tin can for the third time as he continued down the dark street blowing off steam. He couldn't concentrate on notes at all. Not today. All he could hear in his head was the TV news broadcast announcing that 'Solo, the former lead guitarist for the band Wing, was found dead in his Corvette early this morning. Two local boys where on their way to a fishing spot when they spotted his car up turned in the creak. Police looking into what happened aren't sure if a he swerved off the road to avoid something and rolled down the bluff or if he just didn't want to turn the wheel to go around the sharp bend. The case is still under investigation. Solo was only 20 years old and was starting to go solo when he died.'
'It wasn't suicide,' he kicked the can harder this time sending it into the street. 'It was his damn lover that killed him…' He could feel his heart start to beat frantically and he began to tremble slightly. 'His damn lying back stabbing lover!' he now kicked the street light pole and cursed as he jammed his toe.
The wind blew and pulled his braid tangling it self loosely around his neck. "Fuck you!" he pulled at it and tossed it aside. "Fuck you…" Tear started streaming down his yellow lit face and Duo fell against the brick wall to his right. He didn't fight it like he normally would. He let them fall down his cheeks and land on his brown boots with a plod. He stood there for ten minutes letting everything out, he could feel his eyes bulging and his head began bounding. Soon his legs gave way and he fell to the ground in a heap and tucked his legs tightly to his chest and started to slow down his breathing because the hiccups started hurting.
"You okay mista'?" said a humble voice next to his ear.
Duo jumped and looked up to see an old hobo man kneeling down next to him. "Yeah… I'm fine… Just had a bit too much to drink." he smiled a normal smile and began to laugh.
"You sure? I saw you crying there and I thought maybe your mother died or sumfin'."
"No," he chuckled. "I'm fine, honest. Just a bit up set that they kicked me outta the bar… Says I had too much to drink."
"You can't fool me son." the old man smiled lightly and joined him on the ground resting his head against the wall.
"No?"
"No. Yer too young to drink and I was just in the bar and I didn't see you in it."
"Oh… heh, caught me in my act then." he smiled a crooked smile and whipped his face dry.
"Na' tell me what's really troubling you. The least I can do in the world is help stray cats find their way." he pulled out a bottle rapped in a paper bag and took a swig from it.
"Nothings wrong. I'm just a bit emotional today."
"Don't you go and tell me tha'. I know a troubled soul when I sees one. I've seen plenty to know."
Duo just looked at the old man sitting next to him dressed in rags. What harm would it do to talk to a stranger? He stretched out told him the story of his lost friend and how he still misses him. "We had a fight the night before he died… I said some things that… I wish I didn't say…"
"We all make mistakes son. It's now you fix those mistakes that's the real problem."
"But I can't fix the mistake."
"Then you don't have a problem. The friend is dead. He's gone to a better place and he can see the truth of things and the pettiness. He's no longer mad at you, son. That chapter of yer life is done with. You can't live in the past. Yer present is passing you by. You've go many years to live. Don't try to live in the ones you can't live in."
"But I miss him…" Duo looked down at his shoes, his head resting on his knees.
"Was he your only friend?"
"No…"
"Then your friends miss you."
"But I'm here-"
"Not when you are in the past! Take my advice son. Live for today. Not yesterday or tomorrow. They never come."
"I know but-" Duo turned to the old man but he was gone. He was sitting alone on the side walk leaning against a graffiti wall. "Where-"
A car honked from the other side of the street and Wufei popped his head out the driver's side window. "Hey! Duo! You know what time it is!! You had us worried to death!! Get your ass in the car now!!"
"All right, sorry." he climbed to his feet and crossed the street to the small station wagon stopped at the stop light and climbed in. "Hey Wu-man, you do care!" Duo said as Wufei made a u-turn. He leaned over and rested his head against his shoulder. "I care about you too man…" he sniffled a fake tear.
"Don't you dare pull a stunt like that again! We had no idea where you where and in the state you where in-" Wufei cut his sentence short and shrugged Duo off his shoulder.
"Ah, you don't need to worry about me sweat heart. I know how to take care of my self. I only stopped in three bars and had 4 drinks… or was it 7... No," he started counting on his fingers then he imagined counting on his toes. "Twelve, yes, just twelve drinks!"
"Damn it Duo! We where this close to calling and reporting a missing person!!"
"I said I'm sorry. I just had to have some time alone to think." Duo stared out the window and watched as the run down buildings passed them by.
"Well you shouldn't have turned off your cell phone."
"I just didn't want anyone to bother me, that's all. Now can we drop this, honey?" Duo turned and batted his long eye lashes at Wufei.
"Do you think we can rehearse tomorrow?"
"Yeah, we need to. Oh, and sorry I jumped down your throat earlier."
"Don't worry about it."
"No really… You where doing fine… Actually, that rhythm works better then what's on the paper." Duo reached around his seat and pulled out a three ring binder that was under the back seat. "Got a pencil?"
"Glove compartment."
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TBC