Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Bloody Valentine ❯ Chapter 3
[ 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: 02.24.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 386 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 02.24.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 386 | Status: Completed
Bloody Valentine: Part Three
//thoughts//
~/flashback/~
_emphasis_
Duo awoke, finding his arms empty and sheets thrown back from where his brown haired love had lain hours before. He drug his groggy body from the azure silk sheets and dangled his bare toes onto the cold wood of the bedroom floor. He flattened down protesting strands of hair as he stood up and yawned. Where was Heero? Though he often awoke long before Duo, he always remained wrapped in the other's arms until his sparkling sapphire eyes opened. Duo peered into the attached bathroom, which was empty of the other boy's presence. Making his way through the house, he checked in each of the rooms; the study, the computer room, the other bedrooms, the kitchen, finding each room void, until his feet brought him to the door of the room where Wufei had spent the night.
He curled his fingers around the handle, barely daring to turn it in fear that Wufei wouldn't be lying on the couch there. Pushing it open slowly, he subconsciously held his breath, not wanting to make a sound. But after a few inches, the door suddenly stopped. Duo looked down through the barely parted door to find Heero wrapped in a blanket, asleep on the deep red-carpeted floor. He managed to move Heero's body with the door, just enough to squeeze through and creep over his boyfriend's sleeping form. Relief washed through his body at the sight of Wufei curled asleep on the couch. Duo seated himself on a black leather armchair near the small fireplace.
The room left Duo feeling uneasy; something was just off. The rhythm of the room was unsynchronized, for the breath of the two bodies were so different; Wufei's chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths, Heeo's in long relaxed sighs. In comparison, they were complete opposites.
Duo peered at Heero's face, or at least what could be seen from beneath his messy brown hair. His cheeks were soft and smooth, angelic looking with a soft flush from sleep. He looked calm, at peace, even childlike.
But Wufei was hard-faced and agitated. He looked disturbed and corrupted and dangerous. His skin was scarred, even his face, from the fights he had been in while he had lived alone in the city.
How had Duo ended up with such opposites? His best friend was a dangerous alcoholic and his boyfriend a steady, responsible college student. Life sure brought strange company.
Duo kneeled next to Heero's sleeping figure and trailed the end of his braid along the other's arm. Heero's arm twitched instinctively as Duo whisked the hair up to tickle his neck. He moved his neck into the touch and Duo smiled. He laid two fingers over Heero's soft lips for a moment before replacing them with his lips in one even, smooth movement.
Heero's sharp steel eyes jolted open as he registered a tongue pressing its way past his lips. Looking into Duo's eyes, he pulled the braided boy on top of him and pressed into the kiss deeply.
What his eyes missed was the sight of Wufei waking up.
Wufei sat up, eyes glued to the scene of the two boys roughly kissing on the cushioned floor, Duo straddling Heero's hips as he leaned over his body. His eyes were wide as the cold ice of jealousy surged fresh through his blood. His fingers twitched; if only he could get his hands on Heero. His fingers would love to be wrapped around that delicate neck of his. Subconsciously, his hand wandered to his back pocket, but the reassuring feeling of the cold metal pistol didn't come.
//The hell, he _wouldn't_ take my gun....//
Wufei glared at what he could see of Heero's form from the other side of Duo's body, as if it would help him discern where his gun had been relocated. He slowly stood up, brushing strands of hair from his eyes. Suddenly, Heero registered movement from behind Duo. He abruptly pulled away from the other's lips, leaving a look of hurt in place that was quickly washed away when he turned his head. A wide-eyed Wufei was standing, an incomprehensible expression of rage painted over his body. Black strands of silk fell gently over his eyes, framing his face with a halo of hatred. His limbs were shaking, he felt trapped. He had to leave the room; he couldn't breathe, suffocated by the exclusion. Duo looked into his puzzled eyes, slowly starting towards the black clothed angry figure. Wufei couldn't take it anymore. He roughly shoved past the two lovers and slammed the door. Duo looked shyly to Heero, feeling more than a little guilt. They had been foolish to make a display in front of Wufei.
"I feel bad," Duo started.
"Don't," Heero said more harshly than intended, "he knows we're in love. It isn't our fault."
"Put yourself in his position, Hee. What if I was in love with him instead of you?"
"No, Duo," he said shaking his head, "we weren't intending to wake him up. It isn't our fault."
"I guess..." Duo said to stop the disagreement, "Why were you sleeping in here anyways?"
"You're such a sound sleeper, so you didn't hear it," he said with a smile, "I found the kitchen a disaster with Wufei digging through the cupboards."
There was a long pause.
"That boy has a serious alcohol problem," Heero commented.
"Yeah..." Duo agreed with the obvious.
"I don't think it's safe for you to live with him anymore."
"What do you want me to do, just leave him? He needs _somebody_," Duo protested.
"Why does it have to be you?"
"He doesn't have anybody else, Heero. You know that. He doesn't even have a family."
"He's been alone long enough, he can take care of himself by now," Heero said raising his voice.
"He's only 16," Duo returned.
"And you're only 18, you're not his babysitter. Wufei has been taking care of himself since he was 11. He doesn't need you."
+
"You're wrong," Wufei whispered from outside the door. He needed Duo like he needed oxygen, without him, he couldn't breathe. Seeing Duo's face each day was what kept him going. Just his presence gave Wufei a reason to live through the night. He needed Duo more than he needed anything, even his alcohol. The alcohol was only a substitute to replace his need for the chestnut haired boy's love, anyways. He could give it all up just to share one tender kiss. Heero was the luckiest person on earth, just as Wufei had told him last night...
~/ "Wufei, what are you doing?" Heero asked from the doorway, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. Wufei looked up from his seat on the floor, pots and pans scattered around his body and cupboards flung open all around.
"You have no beer here, do you," he commented as calmly as if he were giving a compliment.
"No. You don't need it anyways."
"I _need_ Du-.... I need the alcohol," he said feeling trapped, just being around Heero. His quick cover hadn't fooled him though.
"Stay away from Duo," Heero warned.
"You're the luckiest person I know," Wufei returned nonchalantly.
Heero nodded, "You're right, I am. Duo loves me. That's all I could ask for."
"Bastard," Wufei spat back. Before he could blink, a hand roughly snapped his body to a stand by the neck of his shirt.
"Listen kid, don't talk to me that way. You're in _my_ house, you're three years younger than me, and I'm in love with the boy that you can only have in your wet dreams. Everything is against you right now, so I suggest you stop trying to act like such a bad ass and go get some sleep."
Wufei pulled himself from Heero's grasp, knowing that Heero was right; Duo would just get upset when Heero told him about this situation anyways, he shouldn't purposely make things worse.
"Whatever. I'll go back to sleep, but it's for Duo, not because you told me to."/~
"Bastard," Wufei growled to the closed door in front of him. One thought was currently implanted in his mind; find his gun and find it now. Heero must have taken it while Wufei was asleep.
He glided silently up the stairway to Heero's bedroom, finding the clothes they were wearing the night before thrown in odd places about the room.
//Guess they had another round last night,// he thought bitterly, //Just wait, big shot, it might just have been your last.//
Driven with malice, he tore open the drawers of the nightstand, finding nothing of importance. He moved on to the dresser, forcing open one drawer at a time, scattering Heero's clothing over the floor. A voice from the doorway made him freeze.
"Wufei."
It was Duo.
"What?" he snapped without bothering to turn around.
"What are you doing?" his voice was soft and gentle, no trace of anger trickling at the core.
"You're asshole boyfriend stole my god damn gun."
"Did you threaten him with it?" Duo asked, his voice still gentle.
"No! I didn't even know he saw it on me. It was in my pocket," he said, wondering if Duo would believe his best friend over the words of his boyfriend.
"So why do you assume he took it?"
"'Cause he thinks I'm crazy," Wufei challenged.
"You're wrong. I took your gun," Duo confessed, "You hate being confined. I wasn't going to allow you that escape route."
Wufei just stared, taking a few minutes to find his voice.
"Jesus Christ, Duo, I wouldn't dare spill my filthy blood in your _precious boyfriend's home_," he fumed. He didn't care that Duo had been worried about him; his best friend had stolen his gun. His only friend..... and the only person who was looking out for him.
"You can have it back, you're not being kept here anymore," Duo said quietly, producing the handgun from his pocket. and ignoring Wufei's blatant sarcasm. Wufei snatched the pistol from his friend's hand and jammed it into his back pocket.
"You need a ride home? I'm headed back," Duo offered.
"I guess. I got no where else to go," Wufei shrugged, "I don't got anyone but you."
//thoughts//
~/flashback/~
_emphasis_
Duo awoke, finding his arms empty and sheets thrown back from where his brown haired love had lain hours before. He drug his groggy body from the azure silk sheets and dangled his bare toes onto the cold wood of the bedroom floor. He flattened down protesting strands of hair as he stood up and yawned. Where was Heero? Though he often awoke long before Duo, he always remained wrapped in the other's arms until his sparkling sapphire eyes opened. Duo peered into the attached bathroom, which was empty of the other boy's presence. Making his way through the house, he checked in each of the rooms; the study, the computer room, the other bedrooms, the kitchen, finding each room void, until his feet brought him to the door of the room where Wufei had spent the night.
He curled his fingers around the handle, barely daring to turn it in fear that Wufei wouldn't be lying on the couch there. Pushing it open slowly, he subconsciously held his breath, not wanting to make a sound. But after a few inches, the door suddenly stopped. Duo looked down through the barely parted door to find Heero wrapped in a blanket, asleep on the deep red-carpeted floor. He managed to move Heero's body with the door, just enough to squeeze through and creep over his boyfriend's sleeping form. Relief washed through his body at the sight of Wufei curled asleep on the couch. Duo seated himself on a black leather armchair near the small fireplace.
The room left Duo feeling uneasy; something was just off. The rhythm of the room was unsynchronized, for the breath of the two bodies were so different; Wufei's chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths, Heeo's in long relaxed sighs. In comparison, they were complete opposites.
Duo peered at Heero's face, or at least what could be seen from beneath his messy brown hair. His cheeks were soft and smooth, angelic looking with a soft flush from sleep. He looked calm, at peace, even childlike.
But Wufei was hard-faced and agitated. He looked disturbed and corrupted and dangerous. His skin was scarred, even his face, from the fights he had been in while he had lived alone in the city.
How had Duo ended up with such opposites? His best friend was a dangerous alcoholic and his boyfriend a steady, responsible college student. Life sure brought strange company.
Duo kneeled next to Heero's sleeping figure and trailed the end of his braid along the other's arm. Heero's arm twitched instinctively as Duo whisked the hair up to tickle his neck. He moved his neck into the touch and Duo smiled. He laid two fingers over Heero's soft lips for a moment before replacing them with his lips in one even, smooth movement.
Heero's sharp steel eyes jolted open as he registered a tongue pressing its way past his lips. Looking into Duo's eyes, he pulled the braided boy on top of him and pressed into the kiss deeply.
What his eyes missed was the sight of Wufei waking up.
Wufei sat up, eyes glued to the scene of the two boys roughly kissing on the cushioned floor, Duo straddling Heero's hips as he leaned over his body. His eyes were wide as the cold ice of jealousy surged fresh through his blood. His fingers twitched; if only he could get his hands on Heero. His fingers would love to be wrapped around that delicate neck of his. Subconsciously, his hand wandered to his back pocket, but the reassuring feeling of the cold metal pistol didn't come.
//The hell, he _wouldn't_ take my gun....//
Wufei glared at what he could see of Heero's form from the other side of Duo's body, as if it would help him discern where his gun had been relocated. He slowly stood up, brushing strands of hair from his eyes. Suddenly, Heero registered movement from behind Duo. He abruptly pulled away from the other's lips, leaving a look of hurt in place that was quickly washed away when he turned his head. A wide-eyed Wufei was standing, an incomprehensible expression of rage painted over his body. Black strands of silk fell gently over his eyes, framing his face with a halo of hatred. His limbs were shaking, he felt trapped. He had to leave the room; he couldn't breathe, suffocated by the exclusion. Duo looked into his puzzled eyes, slowly starting towards the black clothed angry figure. Wufei couldn't take it anymore. He roughly shoved past the two lovers and slammed the door. Duo looked shyly to Heero, feeling more than a little guilt. They had been foolish to make a display in front of Wufei.
"I feel bad," Duo started.
"Don't," Heero said more harshly than intended, "he knows we're in love. It isn't our fault."
"Put yourself in his position, Hee. What if I was in love with him instead of you?"
"No, Duo," he said shaking his head, "we weren't intending to wake him up. It isn't our fault."
"I guess..." Duo said to stop the disagreement, "Why were you sleeping in here anyways?"
"You're such a sound sleeper, so you didn't hear it," he said with a smile, "I found the kitchen a disaster with Wufei digging through the cupboards."
There was a long pause.
"That boy has a serious alcohol problem," Heero commented.
"Yeah..." Duo agreed with the obvious.
"I don't think it's safe for you to live with him anymore."
"What do you want me to do, just leave him? He needs _somebody_," Duo protested.
"Why does it have to be you?"
"He doesn't have anybody else, Heero. You know that. He doesn't even have a family."
"He's been alone long enough, he can take care of himself by now," Heero said raising his voice.
"He's only 16," Duo returned.
"And you're only 18, you're not his babysitter. Wufei has been taking care of himself since he was 11. He doesn't need you."
+
"You're wrong," Wufei whispered from outside the door. He needed Duo like he needed oxygen, without him, he couldn't breathe. Seeing Duo's face each day was what kept him going. Just his presence gave Wufei a reason to live through the night. He needed Duo more than he needed anything, even his alcohol. The alcohol was only a substitute to replace his need for the chestnut haired boy's love, anyways. He could give it all up just to share one tender kiss. Heero was the luckiest person on earth, just as Wufei had told him last night...
~/ "Wufei, what are you doing?" Heero asked from the doorway, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. Wufei looked up from his seat on the floor, pots and pans scattered around his body and cupboards flung open all around.
"You have no beer here, do you," he commented as calmly as if he were giving a compliment.
"No. You don't need it anyways."
"I _need_ Du-.... I need the alcohol," he said feeling trapped, just being around Heero. His quick cover hadn't fooled him though.
"Stay away from Duo," Heero warned.
"You're the luckiest person I know," Wufei returned nonchalantly.
Heero nodded, "You're right, I am. Duo loves me. That's all I could ask for."
"Bastard," Wufei spat back. Before he could blink, a hand roughly snapped his body to a stand by the neck of his shirt.
"Listen kid, don't talk to me that way. You're in _my_ house, you're three years younger than me, and I'm in love with the boy that you can only have in your wet dreams. Everything is against you right now, so I suggest you stop trying to act like such a bad ass and go get some sleep."
Wufei pulled himself from Heero's grasp, knowing that Heero was right; Duo would just get upset when Heero told him about this situation anyways, he shouldn't purposely make things worse.
"Whatever. I'll go back to sleep, but it's for Duo, not because you told me to."/~
"Bastard," Wufei growled to the closed door in front of him. One thought was currently implanted in his mind; find his gun and find it now. Heero must have taken it while Wufei was asleep.
He glided silently up the stairway to Heero's bedroom, finding the clothes they were wearing the night before thrown in odd places about the room.
//Guess they had another round last night,// he thought bitterly, //Just wait, big shot, it might just have been your last.//
Driven with malice, he tore open the drawers of the nightstand, finding nothing of importance. He moved on to the dresser, forcing open one drawer at a time, scattering Heero's clothing over the floor. A voice from the doorway made him freeze.
"Wufei."
It was Duo.
"What?" he snapped without bothering to turn around.
"What are you doing?" his voice was soft and gentle, no trace of anger trickling at the core.
"You're asshole boyfriend stole my god damn gun."
"Did you threaten him with it?" Duo asked, his voice still gentle.
"No! I didn't even know he saw it on me. It was in my pocket," he said, wondering if Duo would believe his best friend over the words of his boyfriend.
"So why do you assume he took it?"
"'Cause he thinks I'm crazy," Wufei challenged.
"You're wrong. I took your gun," Duo confessed, "You hate being confined. I wasn't going to allow you that escape route."
Wufei just stared, taking a few minutes to find his voice.
"Jesus Christ, Duo, I wouldn't dare spill my filthy blood in your _precious boyfriend's home_," he fumed. He didn't care that Duo had been worried about him; his best friend had stolen his gun. His only friend..... and the only person who was looking out for him.
"You can have it back, you're not being kept here anymore," Duo said quietly, producing the handgun from his pocket. and ignoring Wufei's blatant sarcasm. Wufei snatched the pistol from his friend's hand and jammed it into his back pocket.
"You need a ride home? I'm headed back," Duo offered.
"I guess. I got no where else to go," Wufei shrugged, "I don't got anyone but you."