Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Bleeding Heart ❯ Chapter I ( Chapter 1 )

Part I

He was back. He had been in and out the house at least five times that day. Once in the morning, twice before lunch, and once more in the afternoon. This was the fifth time.

"Mom! Brett's at the door for you," I yelled, knocking on her bedroom door. "Again," I added under my breath.

"Let him in then, child." she yelled back.

I padded back through the kitchen, into the living room where the door was wide open and my mom's boyfriend, Brett, was waiting patiently outside, "Yeah, sure, you can come in, I guess she'll be out here in a minute." I said with an extreme lack of enthusiasm. It wasn't that I didn't like Brett, rather, I didn't like the simple fact that he was changing my mother. Not to mention, sucking up all of her spare time that she usually spent with me.

"Thanks, Duo." remarked said time-leech.

"Uh-huh, whatever man." I plopped my small butt on the sofa and grabbed the manga I was reading, but before I could fall into my reading-induced trance, my mom walked in.

She looked stunning wearing a white halter dress that flowed perfectly around her features and strappy sandals of the same color. Her wonderful honey-blonde hair pulled up in a french twist, and her lightly tanned skin showcased by her dress. "I'm going out to eat with Brett and then we're gunna catch a movie, okay?" she walked over to where I sat and planted a large kiss on my cheek.

I wrapped my arms around her neck and gave her a quick squeeze before pulling away again. "I'll see you later." Little did she know, I had my own plans for the night.

I could hear them muttering softly as they strolled down the steps to our parking spot. As soon as they got in the car and departed, I was up and running to my room. I hurredly pulled on some clean pants and made sure my long mass of hair wasn't too messy.<i>Don't want to look bad in front of Quatre and his friends.</i> Yeah, I was going to this guy Quatre's house to meet some of his friends and have a little fun. No, I'm not talking about menacing, illegal fun, just good-boy, wholesome fun.

And so the nightly dissapearances began.

Every night for the next two weeks, my mom went out with Brett and I snuck to Quatre's. Eventually, things started to go wrong.

It was on a Friday, my mom and Brett had gone to see an art exhibit at the San Diego Institute of Fine Arts and I was off on another escapade.

It was cold and I only had on a thin black t-shirt, jeans, and my combat boots. Good thing Quat's was only about two blocks away from my house. The neighborhood we lived in wasn't ritzy and it wasn't a trailer park either. It was one of those simple, middle-class deals. Nice looking homes, with the occasional eyesore, a public pool, nice neighbors, and the complemetary apartment complex I lived in.

The street was still damp, it had rained earlier that day, and there were puddles gathered up in the space below the curbs. It provided a gloomy setting for my gloomy mood.

I finally reached Quatre's house and made my way up his front steps. His house was one of the largest in the area, his parents owned a chain of restaurants and made quite a large profit. The victorian-style, light blue house had a wrap around porch covering the entire front of the house and it lead to the backyard complete with built in swimming pool. A wide set of steps with very ornate railings led up to the porch and front-door. It was two-stories high with a sharply pointed roof. Basically, it had a way of making my apartment look like a real dump.

I knocked on the door and waited. Not long after, Quatre's blonde-covered head poked out the door and his blue eyes greeted me with welcome, "Hey Duo, come in."

"Hey man, Trowa and 'Fei here yet?" I walked in and settled my self on a leather-padded stool in front of the breakfast bar.

Quatre was digging in the ice-box for some ice-cream and I barely heard his reply, "No, they aren't coming tonight."

"Oh?"

He returned with a carton of black-walnut, my favorite ice-cream, and two spoons, "Yeah, Trowa's mom brought him to his dad's house today and he'll probably be there for about three weeks, and Wufei told me he has to work."

"Work? On a friday night?" I said around a mouth full.

"Yeah, his dad's got him working tooth-and-nail lately."

"Oh, okay. So just us then?"

"Yeah, but, hey, that makes it better. At least we don't have to fight over the controllers." He let out a derisive snort, "and we won't have to watch them make-out."

I almost fell off the stool, I was laughing so hard. It was true, Fei and Trowa were constantly sucking face whenever they were over. I even went so far as to wonder if that's the only reason they even came. "So...what exactly are we going to do, then?"

"I don't know, what do you want to do?"

I looked down and noticed that half of the carton was empty already. God, I am such a pig. Qautre had only taken three small scoops and there was way more than three small scoops missing. "How 'bout we put up the ice-cream before I devour all of it?"

Quatre smirked at my sarcastic reply and pushed the carton closer to me, "Keep it, think of it as an early birthday present."

"You really want me to get fat don't you?" I faked a pouty look and he poked me in the ribs.

"You eat everything you lay eyes on, and there is not an ounce of fat on your body."

I rolled my eyes and looked at him accusingly, "Yeah, but one day, it's all gunna catch up with me."

At that, he gathered up the ice-cream and spoons and returned them to their respective places. After closing the dishwasher, he opened his mouth to speak, "I thought of something we could do." Quat gestured for me to follow him.

I reluctantly stood up and trekked in his footsteps, "What would that be?"

"We could do something new and exciting!" He said dryly, pointing at the playstation.

"Oh god....do we have to, why don't we do something old and boring?" I sat back down on the over-stuffed couch in the living room. Now was a time for desperate measures, so I started to wrack my brain for something, anything, we could do. "Maybe watching Fei and Trowa make-out wouldn't be so bad after all."

That drew out another derisive snort, "Speak for yourself... Maybe you could draw something for me?"

"Wouldn't that be boring for you?"

"No, I could watch tv while you do that."

"Um, how about....I draw you...that way we'll both be able to participate. What brought that on anyway?"

Quatre was staring at the blank tv screen, but he turned his attention back to me, "I don't know, you've showed me some things you've drawn , and considering that they were all really good, I wanna see it done frst-hand."

I gave him a look, "Okay. You've got paper and a pencil?" I said reluctantly.

He walked over to the staircase, "I'll be right back," and ascended up the stairs.

He returned a few seconds later carrying a sketch pad and a graphite pencil, "Here you go, my mom draws a lot. I don't think she'll mind."

I took the things from him and sat down on the couch to get to work, "Alright, pull that stool in front of me and sit down."

Quatre did as I asked him to and I brought the pencil to the textured piece of paper and started the task of drawing him. It wasn't hard, of course, art came naturally to me. The gift was most obviously passed on to me by my mother. The pencil ran smooth lines across the paper and I found myself focusing on something I never realized before, or rather, I had realized it but failed to recognize it as anything of importance. Quatre was unmistakably good-looking. I traced the edges of his golden hair with my eyes, and slowly took in the sight of all his facial features. To him, I was just studying my drawing subject. His aquamarine eyes were fixedly gazing into mine when I glanced at them. We continued to inadvertantly look at one another. He won the staring contest as I snapped my attention back to the paper. I could feel my hands trembling as I drew his slightly nose and worked down towards his lips. They were full and sensual and at that instant I had the unfamiliar desire to simply lean over and kiss them, but I surpressed myself, wondering what he would think of me if I did.

After outlining his face, I darkened the lines and filled in details, all the while stealing looks at him. I was confused and startled by my attraction to Qautre, considering we were both male and I'd never liked anyone outside the lines of friendship before. I didn't know how to deal with the strange new feelings, my hands still trembled as I erased mistakes. When I was done, I shakily handed the finished product to Quatre, averting my eyes.

"It's really good, Duo. I like it a lot. Although...I really don't think I look good like this at all."

"Yes you do!" I splapped my hand over my mouth, I didn't mean to say it aloud.

Quatre looked up at me and saw that my cheeks were tinged pink because of what I said. A friendly smile broke out on his face, "You really think so?"

My stomach took it's queue to start doing backflips and my hands shook more violently, "Um...well...um...I guess."

"Have you ever kissed anyone before, Duo?"

His face was only inches away from mine, even though I hadn't seen him move, "Uh-h n-no. W-why?"

"Do you want to?" Quatre reached out and brought a finger to slide down my cheek, " You know, you're much more beautiful than I am."

I could only imagine the look of shock on my face when those words passed from his lips. The desire to kiss him rose up in my gut again, "Yes."

"Yes, you're more beautiful than me, or yes, you'll let me kiss you?"

"Kiss me."

And he did. He leaned farther down and placed his lips gently on mine, waiting for me to take action. I responded slowly, swallowing, trying to push my heart out of my throat and clear the haze that was littering my mind. He wrapped his right arm around my neck and his left hand gripped the back of my head. I began to get used to the soft, erotic motion of our lips together and placed my hands on his hips. He nibbled softly at my bottom lip and moved his mouth against mine once more before pulling away, letting me catch needed breath.

We stayed in the subtle embrace for a moment and then I leaned on the back of the couch, still panting, not from exhaustion, bot from the sheer intensity of the moment.

"Are you okay...I'm sorry...it's just that I wanted to do that for so long." Quatre pushed my caramel bangs out of my face.

I unconsciously leaned into his touch and sighed, "I'm fine. There's no reason for you to be sorry. I liked it."

I pulled him onto the couch next to me, and turned to face him, resting my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me and I quickly pecked him on the lips before he rested his head on top of mine. My heart stopped pounding and my body was no longer a quivering bundle of nerves. I knew I could easily get used to being in Quatre's arms. He was so caring , so understanding and he could temporarily fill the empty space that my mother had filled before Brett came into her life. No one but her could ever fill it completely. She had been my very life and everything in it for so long. I only knew what she wanted me to.

We sat there holding each other for god knows how long, until Quatre finally spoke up, "Duo?"

"Yeah, Quat?" I looked up at him.

"I thought you had fallen asleep is all."

"Mmmm, no, but I was about to." I chuckled and stretched my arms. The bright red digits of the clock caught my attention. It was 10:00 and I was sure to be missed at home if I didn't leave soon, "I have to go."

Somehow, we had ended up laying on the couch, and partially on top of each other. I sat up. Qautre grabbed my wrist and pulled me back down to him. We kissed tenderly and then he looked at me questioningly, "Come back tomorrow?"

"I will if my mom goes out again. I promise."

~*~

The wind had picked up even more as I made my way back home, it was darker and the streetlights were casting their glow on the street, illuminating a narrow path for me to follow home.

When I got to the parking lot in front of the towering building, I noticed a light on. I could see it glinting through the blinds in the kitchen. I walked up the steps and tried to turn the doorknob. It was locked. My mom was home. Suddenly, the doorknob rattled and I heard the inside bolt slide out of place. The door swung open and there she was, her face twitching with anger.

*TBC*