Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Bloody Valentine ❯ Chapter 9
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: KentraShinataku02 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 07.15.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 283 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 07.15.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 283 | Status: Completed
Title: Bloody Valentine
Author: Kentra Shinataku
Anime: Gundam Wing
Pairings: 1x2, 5x1, 5x2
Warnings: AU, death, songfic, angst, NCS
Category: Angst, Romance
Rating: R/NC-17
Archive: <http://www.deathandpassion.cjb.net/>. If you want it, ask and ye shall receive.
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or Good Charlotte's song 'Bloody Valentine'.
Summary: Wufei is in love with Duo but Duo is dating Heero, and Wufei will do anything to get Duo's love for himself.
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Bloody Valentine: Part Nine
The door closed behind Wufei with a petite click, almost silent as if obliterating his presence in Heero's house. After he had showered, he left lights on throughout the house, even setting timers so they would blacken at irregular intervals. Nobody would suspect that there was a corpse inside. He hadn't bothered to redress Heero's lifeless body, didn't even worry about cleaning it up. Let the cops find what they want. It wouldn't matter. Heero and Duo had just had an intricate fight, touching sensitive nerves on both sides; they weren't going to make up so quickly. Besides, Wufei fully intended to finally get Duo for himself. It might be a few days yet until the body was found, and by then, Wufei would be far from the lines of danger. He always planned carefully.
He had dried his wet hair with a blow dryer he recognized as Duo's old one. Pity, Duo wouldn't need that spare anymore. Everything he needed could be conveniently located in his own apartment, no traveling back and forth. Things were so much easier with Heero dead.
Standing on the doorstep of the house, Wufei let the thunderous rain bathe him, soaking the raven black hair he had only just dried. At least it would look more natural to Duo.
He considered driving Heero's car back for a brief moment, but that would lead to awkward questions, ones that couldn't be answered just yet. He'd just have to make the trudge through the storm. He didn't really mind, that's what Duo would be expecting anyway. Maybe he'd even muddy himself up a bit on the way, play to his advantage, make Duo pity _him_ and not Heero.
But what had gone on in the apartment after he had walked out? He hadn't been able to make out those muffled voices, hadn't been able to interpret the _expression on Heero's face as he had stormed out, abandoning the one he supposedly loved.
Unknowingly, Wufei's feet began a hazy trek home, his mind resting only on seeing Duo, being with him now that Heero was… out of the way. He had been so close, so near to the euphoria of Duo's lips melding with his own. He had wanted if for so long, but every time he could even dream it, there was Heero, standing in his fucking path.
He grinned to himself, paused under the glowing halo of a street lamp. He felt as if he had taken three steps into heaven; with Heero gone for good, life as Wufei knew it would be sinfully simple.
He fell to his knees at the curbside, the cloaked angel's smile still playing about the curves of his lips. The rain slapped at the knees of his torn jeans as the streets were near flooding with rainwater. Dipping his hands into the water, he let his nimble fingers close around drowned pebbles and dirt and smeared it over his face, communing with the pain of rocks cutting at his face. A small laugh escaped him, quiet, almost a breath, but the relief in his long anguished heart drizzled through, feeding into a rejoicing harmony.
His head dropped back, his skin cleansed and tongue stabbed by the reluctant fire of rain. Heero would never be able to stop him again and Duo would belong to him after such a long wait. Wufei dropped backwards, soaking his entire body in the sea swimming around him.
As he lay there his mirth began to die on his lips, replaced by a glint in his eye that was a far deception of the bittersweet glimmer of innocence his lips had feigned. Before he headed home, there was something he needed.
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Wufei smiled, letting his head fall back against the rough, wet tree bark, the familiar numb twitch setting behind his eyes. His pockets were vacant now, aside from the cool metal of the handgun pulsing in his pocket, and the remains of a twelve pack of beer scattered empty beside him. A faint buzzing hazed any movement he made, leaving him feeling as though he was floating outside of his body.
Wufei had no idea what the time was, or indeed, any way of finding out. Through a clouded mind he decided he'd walk back to the convenience store and ask the overly flirty male who was working this shift. As he stood up, it proved a much more difficult task than it seemed and he set his sights, instead, on walking home, or finding the _way_ to walk home at least. He wasn't exactly certain where he was or in what direction home lay. After steadying himself on the tree he had been resting against, he picked a direction and followed it. Everything seemed so much easier now; he didn't feel the… anything.
When he returned to the road, he squinted at the street sign in the dim light. The street name sounded… decidedly familiar, but it didn't help him figure out exactly where he was or why it sounded familiar. He figured he must be in the right neighborhood.
Wufei suspiciously eyed the payphone at the corner as if it would attack him before he inched towards it. He grasped the side of it to keep himself at a stand and reached into his pocket for a quarter, forgetting that he had spent the last of his money on the beer. That beer was why he was lost anyways. God damned caused and effect. He didn't know who he would even have called, though, so he supposed it really didn't matter.
He couldn't call Duo; he didn't want him to think him helpless. Poor kid can't hold his own alcohol, he has to come running for help. No, he didn't want that kind of pity. Or did he? He didn't know what he wanted at that point, besides Duo.
Other than the fact that he had no money to call anyways, he wouldn't have been able to tell Duo just where to pick him up. He pretty much had no idea where he was standing. He could tell Duo where the street sign told him he was, but even then, it was raining still and that would just further complicate things.
Maybe the real reason was that Duo and Heero just had a fight worse than any they'd ever fought before. Wufei felt bad that Duo had been hurt, but felt no guilt for taking a life that meant so much to him. Heero was only an obstacle.
Wufei didn't want to think right now, especially not about that. He felt numb and he felt good. He stood gaping for a few minutes at the previously threatening payphone, holding onto it now like a crutch.
Again, he wondered at the time, and again toyed with the idea of returning to the store to ask. He shook his head, realizing that he didn't know where he was so there was no real hope of finding his way back to the store, anyways. He supposed it was somewhere around 3:30 in the morning and mentally scolded himself for not paying attention to the clocks in Heero's house.
He was left with no choice but to walk until he found his way back to the apartment, or until the alcohol wore off.
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Blindly wandering provided no working results beside the fact that Wufei was still lost as hell and he'd been out long enough that the rain had slowed down a bit. Sitting in the flooded street at the corner with his hand lazily playing in the risen sewer water, Wufei saw the sky before him begin to fade to a dull blue. He stared at it for a few minutes; the sun would rise soon. Duo was probably worried. Wufei didn't know how he felt about that. But… he remembered watching a few sunrises with Duo from the kitchen window, the back of the apartment, which meant that Wufei was headed in the right direction. He looked up at the street sign he was sitting near the base of and realized that he was on Rodric St., right near the apartment. Standing quickly, he broke into a run though the yards, the spongy grass sucking at his feet.
He knew the brick building that suddenly loomed ahead all too well, and slowed to a walk towards the back of the building. He stared at the doorway and the peeling number 25, but couldn't bring himself to knock. Instead, he wrapped his fingers around the knob and slid down to his knees, dropping his head against the door.
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Wufei's eyes opened what couldn't have been more than 20 minutes later to a peeking orange sunrise and the door he was leaning on falling away. Before his head thudded against the floor, however two hands lifted him by the underarms and hefted his body into two strong arms.
Those arms were attached to an anxious, shaky Duo who was clothed in a drenched black t-shirt and silver boxers that were barely any drier. He had a quilt draped around his shoulders like a cape, and with him hoisting Wufei like a damsel in distress, he very well could have been a super hero.
Wufei chanced a glance at his face, which bore a few more bruises than he had witnessed Heero inflict, and he offered a miniscule, weary smile that was not returned. He expected to be dumped into his bed and ignored by the way Duo was looking at him. Instead, Duo brought him to his own bedroom and laid him down gingerly in the rumpled blankets on his bed. Duo stared at him for a minute in a way he was much too uncertain about.
"You look like hell," he finally decided. Wufei didn't do a very good job of suppressing a rather giddy laugh. Duo shot him a _Look_ and tossed him a pair of dry, emerald green boxers while he changed into new ones himself.
"You're all wet," Wufei observed, stumbling into a standing position to change out of the wet and dirty mess.
"You're all drunk."
"Yeah…" Wufei mumbled, not bothering to avoid his eyes, "...noticed."
"Where were you? I've been looking for you." Wufei stood helplessly, feeling as though he were a small child being reprimanded for breaking something.
"...Was looking for myself," he offered, "What happened between you and Heero?"
Now that Duo was clad only in boxers, Wufei could see obvious bruising on his ribcage. Duo looked at him, hurt, needy, and closed the space between them, brushing his lips over Wufei's dirt stained cheek. Duo looked harshly into his eyes.
"He… we broke up," he said, folding his arms around the younger boy, "Don't want to talk about it right now." Wufei could only nod against his shoulder. "I really.. I really need to sleep. Will you stay with me, 'Fei?"
Wufei murmured ad affirmative and let Duo pull him down into the sheets of his bed, wrapping themselves in blankets and one another's needy arms.
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Author: Kentra Shinataku
Anime: Gundam Wing
Pairings: 1x2, 5x1, 5x2
Warnings: AU, death, songfic, angst, NCS
Category: Angst, Romance
Rating: R/NC-17
Archive: <http://www.deathandpassion.cjb.net/>. If you want it, ask and ye shall receive.
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or Good Charlotte's song 'Bloody Valentine'.
Summary: Wufei is in love with Duo but Duo is dating Heero, and Wufei will do anything to get Duo's love for himself.
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Bloody Valentine: Part Nine
The door closed behind Wufei with a petite click, almost silent as if obliterating his presence in Heero's house. After he had showered, he left lights on throughout the house, even setting timers so they would blacken at irregular intervals. Nobody would suspect that there was a corpse inside. He hadn't bothered to redress Heero's lifeless body, didn't even worry about cleaning it up. Let the cops find what they want. It wouldn't matter. Heero and Duo had just had an intricate fight, touching sensitive nerves on both sides; they weren't going to make up so quickly. Besides, Wufei fully intended to finally get Duo for himself. It might be a few days yet until the body was found, and by then, Wufei would be far from the lines of danger. He always planned carefully.
He had dried his wet hair with a blow dryer he recognized as Duo's old one. Pity, Duo wouldn't need that spare anymore. Everything he needed could be conveniently located in his own apartment, no traveling back and forth. Things were so much easier with Heero dead.
Standing on the doorstep of the house, Wufei let the thunderous rain bathe him, soaking the raven black hair he had only just dried. At least it would look more natural to Duo.
He considered driving Heero's car back for a brief moment, but that would lead to awkward questions, ones that couldn't be answered just yet. He'd just have to make the trudge through the storm. He didn't really mind, that's what Duo would be expecting anyway. Maybe he'd even muddy himself up a bit on the way, play to his advantage, make Duo pity _him_ and not Heero.
But what had gone on in the apartment after he had walked out? He hadn't been able to make out those muffled voices, hadn't been able to interpret the _expression on Heero's face as he had stormed out, abandoning the one he supposedly loved.
Unknowingly, Wufei's feet began a hazy trek home, his mind resting only on seeing Duo, being with him now that Heero was… out of the way. He had been so close, so near to the euphoria of Duo's lips melding with his own. He had wanted if for so long, but every time he could even dream it, there was Heero, standing in his fucking path.
He grinned to himself, paused under the glowing halo of a street lamp. He felt as if he had taken three steps into heaven; with Heero gone for good, life as Wufei knew it would be sinfully simple.
He fell to his knees at the curbside, the cloaked angel's smile still playing about the curves of his lips. The rain slapped at the knees of his torn jeans as the streets were near flooding with rainwater. Dipping his hands into the water, he let his nimble fingers close around drowned pebbles and dirt and smeared it over his face, communing with the pain of rocks cutting at his face. A small laugh escaped him, quiet, almost a breath, but the relief in his long anguished heart drizzled through, feeding into a rejoicing harmony.
His head dropped back, his skin cleansed and tongue stabbed by the reluctant fire of rain. Heero would never be able to stop him again and Duo would belong to him after such a long wait. Wufei dropped backwards, soaking his entire body in the sea swimming around him.
As he lay there his mirth began to die on his lips, replaced by a glint in his eye that was a far deception of the bittersweet glimmer of innocence his lips had feigned. Before he headed home, there was something he needed.
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Wufei smiled, letting his head fall back against the rough, wet tree bark, the familiar numb twitch setting behind his eyes. His pockets were vacant now, aside from the cool metal of the handgun pulsing in his pocket, and the remains of a twelve pack of beer scattered empty beside him. A faint buzzing hazed any movement he made, leaving him feeling as though he was floating outside of his body.
Wufei had no idea what the time was, or indeed, any way of finding out. Through a clouded mind he decided he'd walk back to the convenience store and ask the overly flirty male who was working this shift. As he stood up, it proved a much more difficult task than it seemed and he set his sights, instead, on walking home, or finding the _way_ to walk home at least. He wasn't exactly certain where he was or in what direction home lay. After steadying himself on the tree he had been resting against, he picked a direction and followed it. Everything seemed so much easier now; he didn't feel the… anything.
When he returned to the road, he squinted at the street sign in the dim light. The street name sounded… decidedly familiar, but it didn't help him figure out exactly where he was or why it sounded familiar. He figured he must be in the right neighborhood.
Wufei suspiciously eyed the payphone at the corner as if it would attack him before he inched towards it. He grasped the side of it to keep himself at a stand and reached into his pocket for a quarter, forgetting that he had spent the last of his money on the beer. That beer was why he was lost anyways. God damned caused and effect. He didn't know who he would even have called, though, so he supposed it really didn't matter.
He couldn't call Duo; he didn't want him to think him helpless. Poor kid can't hold his own alcohol, he has to come running for help. No, he didn't want that kind of pity. Or did he? He didn't know what he wanted at that point, besides Duo.
Other than the fact that he had no money to call anyways, he wouldn't have been able to tell Duo just where to pick him up. He pretty much had no idea where he was standing. He could tell Duo where the street sign told him he was, but even then, it was raining still and that would just further complicate things.
Maybe the real reason was that Duo and Heero just had a fight worse than any they'd ever fought before. Wufei felt bad that Duo had been hurt, but felt no guilt for taking a life that meant so much to him. Heero was only an obstacle.
Wufei didn't want to think right now, especially not about that. He felt numb and he felt good. He stood gaping for a few minutes at the previously threatening payphone, holding onto it now like a crutch.
Again, he wondered at the time, and again toyed with the idea of returning to the store to ask. He shook his head, realizing that he didn't know where he was so there was no real hope of finding his way back to the store, anyways. He supposed it was somewhere around 3:30 in the morning and mentally scolded himself for not paying attention to the clocks in Heero's house.
He was left with no choice but to walk until he found his way back to the apartment, or until the alcohol wore off.
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Blindly wandering provided no working results beside the fact that Wufei was still lost as hell and he'd been out long enough that the rain had slowed down a bit. Sitting in the flooded street at the corner with his hand lazily playing in the risen sewer water, Wufei saw the sky before him begin to fade to a dull blue. He stared at it for a few minutes; the sun would rise soon. Duo was probably worried. Wufei didn't know how he felt about that. But… he remembered watching a few sunrises with Duo from the kitchen window, the back of the apartment, which meant that Wufei was headed in the right direction. He looked up at the street sign he was sitting near the base of and realized that he was on Rodric St., right near the apartment. Standing quickly, he broke into a run though the yards, the spongy grass sucking at his feet.
He knew the brick building that suddenly loomed ahead all too well, and slowed to a walk towards the back of the building. He stared at the doorway and the peeling number 25, but couldn't bring himself to knock. Instead, he wrapped his fingers around the knob and slid down to his knees, dropping his head against the door.
+
Wufei's eyes opened what couldn't have been more than 20 minutes later to a peeking orange sunrise and the door he was leaning on falling away. Before his head thudded against the floor, however two hands lifted him by the underarms and hefted his body into two strong arms.
Those arms were attached to an anxious, shaky Duo who was clothed in a drenched black t-shirt and silver boxers that were barely any drier. He had a quilt draped around his shoulders like a cape, and with him hoisting Wufei like a damsel in distress, he very well could have been a super hero.
Wufei chanced a glance at his face, which bore a few more bruises than he had witnessed Heero inflict, and he offered a miniscule, weary smile that was not returned. He expected to be dumped into his bed and ignored by the way Duo was looking at him. Instead, Duo brought him to his own bedroom and laid him down gingerly in the rumpled blankets on his bed. Duo stared at him for a minute in a way he was much too uncertain about.
"You look like hell," he finally decided. Wufei didn't do a very good job of suppressing a rather giddy laugh. Duo shot him a _Look_ and tossed him a pair of dry, emerald green boxers while he changed into new ones himself.
"You're all wet," Wufei observed, stumbling into a standing position to change out of the wet and dirty mess.
"You're all drunk."
"Yeah…" Wufei mumbled, not bothering to avoid his eyes, "...noticed."
"Where were you? I've been looking for you." Wufei stood helplessly, feeling as though he were a small child being reprimanded for breaking something.
"...Was looking for myself," he offered, "What happened between you and Heero?"
Now that Duo was clad only in boxers, Wufei could see obvious bruising on his ribcage. Duo looked at him, hurt, needy, and closed the space between them, brushing his lips over Wufei's dirt stained cheek. Duo looked harshly into his eyes.
"He… we broke up," he said, folding his arms around the younger boy, "Don't want to talk about it right now." Wufei could only nod against his shoulder. "I really.. I really need to sleep. Will you stay with me, 'Fei?"
Wufei murmured ad affirmative and let Duo pull him down into the sheets of his bed, wrapping themselves in blankets and one another's needy arms.
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