Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Designed Memories ❯ You Lose ( Chapter 11 )

Hokay so I'm gonna try and post the rest of what I got on here today…bouche!

 

Zetsuii: Well thinking about it again. Idk a beta might be good, this story is mostly done already though….i think or well its just kind of really long, but maybe for the next epic that's been swirling around my skull. If I was just starting it out I probably would have taken yer offer, but it's kinda far into it now. Seriously though, when I start the next one does yer offer still stand?

HA, yeah population yogurt always gets me laughing… so damn funny!

Well, in Duo's defense…those files were kinda big >.> and as for who got him all messed up…well that you'll learn in this chapter *laughs evilly* (oh yeah I just did that…fear my maniacal laughter!)

 

 

 

Ch 11: you lose

 

My eyes parted as I awoke, I gave reality the big FU and took the bus. I sat up my entire head aching like it had never before. Everything felt off. I closed my eyes pressing my hand to my head trying to hold a thought to no avail. I glanced over to the clock, it was 4:30. I laid back down realizing I still had time before I had to get up for work. My eyes opened again as I tried to remember what I had done last night and how the hell I got home. I was pulling a massive blank. The last thing I recalled was going to work yesterday morning. I sat up again feeling uneasy. I had drank a lot in my life, a hellova lot, but I had never blacked out this badly before. Hell I couldn't even remember half of what I did sober.

 

I found it hard to go back to sleep with all the thoughts running through my aching mind. I nearly hit the ground as I tried to get up. My motor skills way off kilter.

 

“What the hell is wrong with me?” The question posed to myself as I struggled to my feet and had to use the walls to lead myself into the bathroom where I took a heavy dose of aspirin before brushing the putrid taste of death from my mouth. My bladder let me know it needed to take care of business and went to it. I turned to leave the bathroom and nearly walked into the wall of it.

 

Man I was all fucked up. I decided not to leave the bathroom and take a shower instead hoping it might help. It took me a little longer as I nearly fell every time I moved. So I took to just standing and letting the water wash over me.

 

It wasn't working. I moved on getting dressed and ready for work rebraiding my hair and all since it was a mess. The towel was tied around my head and I put the hard hat on before leaving since I was completely unstable. I would have skipped work if I thought it would help, but Mickey would probably kill me for it.

 

The boots were put on with me sitting on the floor because I damn well knew I wasn't going to be able to do it standing up. I grabbed my wallet checking it, it was still holding a good deal of money and all my cards were in it. Well that was good, least I didn't get robbed. I grabbed my gloves and keys locking the door behind me.

 

My eyes caught the sun. Something wasn't quiet right. Course that was the understatement of the day, everything seemed to be not quiet right. I was reassured of this observation as I nearly fell down the stairs my hand having a death grip on the railing the only thing stopping me.

 

“Jesus Christ man. Getta hold of yourself.” I reprimanded as I tried the stairs again taking it slow. When I hit the street I wasn't much better, using buildings to make my way down the street the mass of people out giving me odd looks at my uncoordinated movements. It took me way longer than it should to walk the three blocks to the train station.

 

I entered it and made it to the platform carefully where an oddity was confirmed. My mind was in turmoil as I entered the train finding and immediately taking a seat. It was now 5pm. How the hell did I miss the whole day? Charlie said he was going to pick me up and get me up, what the hell was that shit. Man, now I was going to get yelled at by Mickey. The hell did I do to piss Charlie off so bad he'd diss me. God damn booze. I frowned.

 

Somehow I was able to get off at my stop and make it to the site. I leaned against the entrance suddenly feeling my head spin making me wonder if I had over done it on the aspirin. I only took three, but the way I was feeling I might as well have taken the whole bottle. The cold sweat coated me.

 

“Shit Pitbull that you man?”

 

I raised my head to my addressor. My vision wasn't working right. Everything was blurred into unrecognizing. I rubbed at my eyes wiping away the sweat that was now dripping from my head my breath growing short.

 

“Eh, guys Pitbull's here and he's lookin in a bad way!” It was Yoshi. I knew his voice. I thought to say I was fine, but my mouth was so dry I couldn't even make a word.

 

“The fuck? So the douche bag finally decides to show up eh?” Jinks commented as he grew closer. “You been gone for…whoa man. Yo Mickey! I think we're gonna need an ambulance here man! Our boy ain't lookin right at all!”

 

Rushing steps came towards me my mind was spinning out of control. My knees hit the ground. What the hell did I get myself into? How drunk had I been?

 

“Pitbull! Hey look at me!” The arms came around me the hand gripping my chin forcing my face upward, which only seemed to increase that spinning feeling in my head. “What the hell is wrong with you? Where have you been?”

 

I struggled to speak, but it wasn't working.

 

“Give me water.” Charlie wasn't asking he was demanding. The water wasn't cold, but it was liquid and my body was craving it. Charlie eased me to lean against the entrance as he hovered about me along with the other guys. I panted after taking the whole thing down.

 

“You didn't wake me up.” I wiping at the sweat that was burning my eyes.

 

“You haven't been home for the past four days.” Charlie snapped.

 

“The hell are you talking about?” I ran my hand over my face. “Didn't I go to O'Brien's last night? I got drunk there right?”

 

“Naw man, your ass just vanished since Monday night.” Joey said.

 

“Monday night?” I questioned. “What the fuck did I do last night?”

 

“That's what we want to know!” Charlie snapped.

 

“Hey Pitbull.” I dropped my hand starting to feel myself cooling down. Maybe it was just all the movement. I looked to Adam my vision starting to clear a bit. “What's the last thing you remember?”

 

“Comin to work Monday morning. I mean I know I'm a drunk and shit, but how the hell do you drink enough you forget the whole day and then I sleep through work to top that shit off.” I grunted.

 

“Duo, its Friday.”

 

I gave a nervous laugh at Ty's statement. “That ain't funny man.”

 

“No it's not funny.” Charlie added. No one was laughing. My heartbeat slightly increased.

 

“Guys, seriously. You're taking this shit a bit too far. Haha lets make fun of the drunk idiot.” I said trying to get up and failing, Charlie and Adam grabbing me the only thing keeping my face from hitting the ground.

 

“It ain't a joke boy.” Mickey grunted.

 

“Haha, no it is. Yeah, it's a fuckin joke.” There was no fuckin way I was going to believe I'd lost nearly five days.

 

The concern about the loss of time was replaced as my stomach felt like a pin cushion had just exploded in it and all those needles found there way into my sensitive stomach lining. I gripped it as I hunched forward falling to my side. The sounds surrounded me. The guys had to be worried, but I couldn't do anything as my pores erupted with a sweat cold as ice. The metaphorical pins in my stomach felt like they were being flicked and twisted into the lining causing me to groan in agony. It was made worse by the panic that took my head. I couldn't explain what was wrong with me. I didn't have a clue what was causing this torture inside me.

 

Bright light was shinned in one of my eyes then the other. I felt hands on me and batted them away as I rolled so my forehead was on the ground along with my knees. I dropped a hand from my stomach pushing my face from the ground feeling a fire rising in my throat.

 

I opened my mouth purging the putrid heat from my innards. I thought it would never stop. The spinning in my head back with a vengeance, my eyes burning and the tears leaking from them feeling like boiling water causing my vision to be coated red.

 

I finally reached the point of dry heaving, not as though that was any better, but the pain in my stomach had declined. I brought my hand up wiping the back of my mouth with it before using the fingers of that hand to rub my right eye as I leaned back on my knees.

 

My eyes parted the right one finally seeing the world for what it was, the left still a candy coated blur. I stared at my hand. The back of it and fingers a ruby color. My eyes fell to the ground in front of me seeing more of that red.

 

My jaw was chattering, the cold felt like it would drown me. My breath was coming in short rapid gasps. My hand still hovered in my vision reminding me of the detrimental situation I was in. Blood was running from my eyes and it was what I purged from my stomach.

 

The hand gripped my arm. He was shouting at me, but I couldn't understand as I choked on the laugh I attempted to give at the situation. My mind unsure if I should be exhaling or inhaling.

 

My eyes shot open, the only thing I recalling was that last moment. My hands covered in my own blood. I shot to a sitting position scanning the area. The room was windowless, there were some chairs to the far side that were empty a TV bolted to the wall in front of me. The lights in the room were dimmed enough to make out everything. It was a placid white. Everything was white I realized, from the chairs to the TV. Even the bedding I was covered by was white.

 

Was I alive? I felt at my body. It felt real. I jabbed a finger in my eye, which hurt like a motherfucker, but the finger came out with clear fluid. I stopped wounding myself realizing that I survived like always and was feeling really good, though I had to take a major leak.

 

I got out of the bed, my legs working right. It was amazing how something that simple could make me smile, okay maybe it wasn't, but still. I glanced back at the bed and had a feeling I knew where I was. I took in a deep breath smelling the disinfectant and death. All hospitals smelled the same, like sanitary disease. I never liked hospitals.

 

Least I wasn't wearing one of those assless numbers as someone was nice to give me pants and a shirt, though it was that insane asylum white again. Lucky for me there was a bathroom in my room and I took care of my pressing matters.

 

I moved to the door of my room grabbing the handle, which was unshockingly locked. Not that it was a problem. I was a master at lock picking. My eyes shot wide as I felt along my chest and neck. It wasn't there. The cross. It was gone. Pure panic took me as I ran back to the bed tearing off the sheets and ripping the mattress from the metal frame in my frantic search. It wasn't there.

 

I ran to the door pounding on it like a mad man, screaming for someone to come. It didn't take long for the nurses to come running thinking something was wrong. The two that came weren't too bad looking either, but I was dealing with a crisis at the moment.

 

“Is something wrong?” The one named Melissa asked panicked by my frenzied state.

 

“The cross, my cross. Where is it?”

 

“Cross?” The other woman whose nameplate read Amy asked.

 

“Yeah my fuckin Cross. Silver, was around my neck.” I was getting agitated.

 

“Mr. Maxwell. Calm down we can get your things for you. I'm sure it's there.” Amy assured me.

 

“Oh no, his things aren't here anymore.” Melissa turned to me “I gave them to your brother. He stopped by a few hours ago after you were admitted. He was so nice and super cute too!”

 

I cocked my head staring at Melissa's dead behind the eyes smile. “You do know who I am right?”

 

“Yeah, Duo Maxwell.”

 

“You ever heard bout me havin a brother?”

 

“No.”

 

“Then why the fuck would you give my shit to someone who says they're my brother!?”

 

“Um.” She had nothing. Course I wasn't surprised as she was a complete fucking idiot My glare fell to the obviously more intelligent woman not that that was saying much compared to Melissa's brilliance.

 

“I apologize Mr. Maxwell. Steps will be taken to rectify this error.” Amy glared to Melissa. “If you'll excuse us.” Her words were clipped. It made me partially happy that the idiot was gonna get what she disserved, but now all my shit was gone.

 

“No! I can't talk to Mr. Heero Yuy now!” I heard Melissa yelp as Amy led her down the hall and around a corner. Well that cancelled out the idea maybe Yuy had said he was my brother, but he must be somewhere in the place. It was good to know the Preventer's were on the job proving their complete and utter inability to prevent anything.

 

I looked back into the room having no inclination of returning to it. Shit would make me crazy if I had to stay in there. I put my hands behind my head intertwining my fingers as I leaned back staring up at the evenly spaced lights on the ceiling slowly walking piecing things together in my head. Sadly it didn't take long.

 

Got out of jail Sunday and then drunk, got up Monday morning, long blank space and to now Friday night or I assumed it was Friday night still. I dropped my hands and my head. What could I have done during that time? I had to snicker at my answer of way too much shit.

 

I continued to walk aimlessly through the hospital. I passed by staff now and again, they giving me a casual greeting none seeming to care that I was out wandering.

 

My wanderings led me to a lounge where I saw a familiar face sitting at a small table by the large windows that made up the south wall of the room the lights from the inner center of L2 shining brightly outside. We weren't far up. I was guessing third or fourth floor. I went to the table just wanting to shoot the shit with someone.

 

He glanced up at me as I pulled out the chair across from him taking a seat. “Didn't expect to see you here Chang. Where's Yuy or are you two flying solo tonight?”

 

“Yuy was called away by a nurse a moment ago. He should be returning shortly.”

 

“Ah.” I nodded knowing that feeble nurse was the one calling him. Buncha stupid she was.

 

“I'm surprised we weren't told that you had woken.”

 

“Eh, musta figured they'd just tell Yuy when they talked to him.” I replied.

 

“How are you feeling?” Chang's critical brown eyes gazed up to me, while mine went out to the city I loved.

 

“That's the question of the hour isn't it? How am I feeling huh? Not bad I suppose.”

 

“Have you looked over the files yet?”

 

“Naw, not yet.” I turned a grin to Chang. A strained kind of silence came over the two of us. I broke it with the unavoidable subject he'd hinted at that loomed over us like the presence of the entity itself.

 

“So, was that my first run in with the God of Death?” Chang immediately looked away from me.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Hm, well I think I did pretty alright then. Seem to be in working order. You sure dude is scary as you say?” I smirked leaning back in the chair putting my hands behind my head and my feet up on the corner of the table leaning the chair back getting into a leisurely state.

 

Chang was staring down at his styrofoam coffee cup, the liquid inside looking untouched. “He's much more than scary. The moment you left your apartment the Preventer's L2 system failed.”

 

For a moment I couldn't say anything not at all getting Chang's craptastical explanation. It seemed he'd been taking notes from Yuy on how to explain things in an understandable manner.

 

“Dude, you really need to stop hanging with Yuy.” I said giving a yawn.

 

Chang's glare snapped up to me. “Do you even understand what I'm saying to you Duo? He hacked the Preventer's system. All cameras on L2 went to static with the God of Death's name in black bold letters centered on all screens. All communication was down, every computer everything. Just as quickly everything returned to normal. We contacted the Sanq base. They had no idea anything was amiss.” Chang met my eyes again. “Sanq has the most extensive and up to date equipment in all the ESUN. He reconfigured their sensors as if it were child's play.”

 

I gave a whistle nodding to Chang. “Damn, guy might have something on me. Heh, I'd like to go head to head with him sometime show him how the real God of Death plays.”

 

Chang's hand crushed the brimming coffee cup spilling the liquid over his hand to run off the table as he stood in an obvious rage. “How can you take this so lightly? We searched every area for you! We have no records of your activity for nearly five days! We had to intercept a 911 call from Mickey. Do you understand we had to intercept a call to find your position! On top of brining our system down for twelve hours he looped every camera in the vicinity of your apartment and work site. He knew exactly where all of them were, the originals and the ones we added. Duo he knows you're working with us.” Chang was no longer yelling by the end. His gaze went to the cup crushed in his fist as he fell into the seat like the defeated man he was. “He knows everything.”

 

“Hm.” My position never once changed while Chang had his fit, well I shifted my legs slightly to avoid the run off of his coffee, but was still pretty relaxed. “Must have an informant. You should check your guys.” I said nonchalantly. Chang was back to glaring at me.

 

“This is not a joke Maxwell! Your life is in danger You have no idea what he's capable of. If you read the files you wouldn't be acting like this!” Chang was huffing by the end. I raised a half bemused eyebrow.

 

“Tell me how you really feel Chang. Don't hold back now.” I smiled like the ass I was.

 

Chang was in another realm of anger. He couldn't even speak to my mocking reply. The smile fell from my lips as I gave a stretch raising my arms above my head leaning one way then the next hearing the vertebra in my back adjust. My arms fell, one hanging over the back side of the chair the other to my lap. I looked knowingly to Chang.

 

“You ain't one to get worked up bout anything Chang. What's it about this case that's makin you so crazy? Is it cause you've been workin on it nonstop for three years? No that's not it, is it?” Chang's anger was dissipating. “You once said my cruelty knows no bounds, kinda ironic how that line so quickly turned on you huh?”

 

The satisfaction filled me as I watched Chang waver in the chair. I was being purposefully malicious to the Chinese man. Chang and I were no longer cool, he was that bad of a guy and he was no friend of mine. To most it might seem like a sudden change, but to those paying attention it would be expected.

 

To start off, the move he played in telling me of Hilde and my child's death then letting Charlie into that room when I was on the verge of a complete mental breakdown was no coincidence. Psychology could so easily be used to influence one's decisions. He knew that chain of events would increase my agreeability to the deal. Let's not forget as he so reminded me, the danger of the man I was meant to come in contact with, the one I had apparently come in contact with. What it all came down to was that I was expendable. I was pretty sure this whole deal was a death sentence for me to get Yuy and him closer to this untraceable entity. The worst thing about it was these thoughts only occurred to me moments ago as he raged. Damn moments of clarity in my pool of stupid.

 

So the question remained: was he showing real emotion now or was this all an act of some false guilt? Regret did have away of easily deteriorating a stable conscience, but I'd already fell victim to his false sincerity. Maybe it was just the madness of the case getting to him. Of this God of death figure toying with him and me, the figurative bait, not working as he had hoped.

 

Chang and I stared at each other over the table. Silence crushed down on the two of us. Words weren't easy to come by. His thoughts were his own and mine only led me down a treacherous unlit path. I didn't feel betrayed in the least, he was never my friend. He was a soldier and I was the means for him to complete the mission. It was a cold way of thinking, a way of thinking I knew well.

 

“Maxwell, you shouldn't be interacting with Chang or I.” Heero's voice echoed over the silent table.

 

“What's it matter? It's all out in the open now right?” Chang and I never broke eye contact.

 

“You've told him.” Heero's voice robotic.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Did you find out who took my shit?” I still never looked to Yuy. Chang and my staring contest turning into a power play.

 

“No.”

 

“Maybe you should go look at your cameras or are they failing again.” I put emphasis on the word failing pursing my lips at Chang.

 

“You haven't told him everything.”

 

I lost the power play shaking my head, rolling my eyes at the ceiling to Yuy's words. Of course I didn't know everything. There was always something more.

 

“Why don't you fill him in Yuy. One of use should return to base.” Chang said as he took his leave.

 

I leaned my head to the side still rather reclined in the chair. “Hey Chang.” He stopped looking back at me. “You made a good choice.”

 

Chang was shaken by my comment. I didn't understand why. I was a good candidate. I'd never been good at living. All my trust and love died years ago leaving me a mix of never-ending contradictions, the only salvation for me was booze and another's bed. I wasn't a good person in the least and I'd long lost the will to strive to be one.

 

He said nothing in return just hurriedly left. Maybe the regret was getting to him. My attention moved to Yuy who was looking down on me waiting for an explanation. He wasn't getting one.

 

“So, fill me in.” I returned my hands to the back of my head leaning back on them closing my eyes.

 

“Mr. Jenkins informed me that you have no recollection of anything after going to work on Monday. I'm surprised you even recall that much. You're system was flooded with narcotics. They found aspirin in your system as well, which they assumed you took this morning. It seems that's what pushed you over the edge. We used the Heal Boost injections on you. They seem to have worked.”

 

“Oh yeah.” I yawned half interested in what he was telling me. Heal Boost injections were exactly what they sounded like. Some shit a doctor cooked up to increase the healing time for people 10 fold. Course they were expensive as hell so it was pretty much only used by Preventer's.

 

“Yes, that's why you've recovered in only a few hours.” Yuy fell quiet.

 

I cracked an eye glaring up at him. He was staring out the window at L2. I sighed closing my eye again. It would be really nice if Yuy just continued and told me things like Chang, but oh no he always had to trail off. I heaved an annoyed sigh.

 

“So what was left out?”

 

“He's planted something inside of you.”

 

Both my eyes opened as I looked up at Yuy expectantly, but he wasn't saying anything as his attention fell to me. Seriously, talking to him was worse then Chinese water torture.

 

“The hell do you mean planted something? The fuck did he plant in me?”

 

“We don't know.”

 

My teeth grit together. Oh I was getting more than irritated in dealing with him. My feet fell from the table the chair loudly clanking to the tiled floor as all four legs returned to the ground.

 

“What do you mean you don't know?” I asked slowly making a visible display of how ridiculous it was I had to ask him. Course none of it was registering or if it was he was ignoring it.

 

“We tried to do an X-ray and body scan, but the machines can't get any readings. Whatever it is it's obstructing the cameras in the hospital and a five block radius. The doctors refuse to do an MRI as we don't know where the item is located or if it has any metal in it. Chang is under the impression it's going to be near the brain or heart and if we try to extract it your death will be imminent.”

 

“Why does Chang think that?” I leaning back in the chair giving my junk a languid scratch, still unable to show the concern I probably should after hearing such a thing.

 

“The God of Death has used similar means on some of the people in his previous rebel groups. The range was much less at only one or two cameras in an area. We won't know what it is until we are able to extract it.”

 

The cool smile came across my lips. “So you need me to die huh?”

 

Yuy didn't flinch. “That would be the easiest way of extraction. The other option is exploratory surgery, but if this device is anything like its predecessors its size will be comparable to the eye of a needle and its embedding will be one that will lead you to death or permanent handicap if removed. We've tried every known frequency we have and are unable to get around it. It is much more advanced then the previous devices he has used.”

 

“EMP?”

 

“No effect.”

 

“Hm, then basically you can't keep track of me anymore.”

 

“Basically.”

 

“Well, well, well. The Preventer's can't track me no more.” The mischievous smirk took my features as my right fist crashed into my left hand. “Looks like Duo gets to have some fun.”

 

“On the contrary Maxwell.” Yuy was being the killjoy he always was. “Officer Young will be returning to your construction site and will be your new guard. He will be with you at all times.”

 

I had to laugh out loud to that. “Are you fuckin stupid. The guys'll hang that kid.”

 

“Your Forman has already been informed. There will be no problems or you will be extracted from the site and spend the next 17 years in jail.”

 

My tongue ran along the edge of my teeth. The nice thing about Yuy was he made it really easy to hate him. I pushed out of the chair getting to my feet and in his face.

 

“You gotta a lotta fuckin nerve there Yuy.” I went quiet waiting for him to say something back to me.

 

Oddly he didn't, even odder he stepped back from me. Yuy didn't back down from anything or anyone. The hell was his deal now? I had no idea, but even that irritated me and I quickly closed the gap he attempted to make. He again took a step back and I one forward matching his movements. I reached a hand to grab him, he tried to move out of my reach to no avail as in his work to get away he'd forgotten about the next row of tables that were behind him. He only succeeded in falling slightly back on one of the tables.

 

I took the moment of confusion and irritation that caught him from the mistake he made, which only caused him to make an even larger mistake. Now I was nearly on top of him. I slipped between his legs; my hands were on either side of him on the table just behind his ass. Our faces were centimeters apart before he noticed the proximity and leaned back from me.

 

“Why don't you just follow me around? That way you can get me to jail faster cause I'll tell you now, if no one else does, I'm going to beat that little bitch's ass.”

 

Yuy searched my face unsure of my motives. The hell did he think I was gonna do, bite him or something? Acting like I'm the villain in this story.

 

“The target will be more likely to approach you if Chang and I aren't around.” He sounded breathless as he tried to slide back from me on the table.

 

I pushed him down. My right hand grabbing hold of the far edge of the table above his shoulder while the left scruffed him by the collar of his shirt brining him close to my rabid anger. My right leg was still grounded, but my left had come up on the table causing his right thigh to rest against it.

 

I clicked my tongue in disappointment at Yuy. “Trying to run from me eh? That's just fucked up man.” I yanked him up by the collar brining us nearly nose to nose. “I don't want that Yuy worshipping little shit near me again. You get tha…”

 

Ocean and gunpowder, the sent so strong it made me dizzy. I had to shake my head to try and clear it. Strange thoughts took my mind as the smell assaulted me, cutting off the rest of my statement. I turned away from Heero still attempting blink away the vulgar urges stirring within me.

 

The hand came to my wrist calling my attention back to Yuy and returning my senses to me. He could have easily escaped me in that moment, but didn't. He only gripped my wrist hard enough to let me know he wasn't happy, but loose enough that it would do no damage.

 

I stared down at him beneath me. During the war I would have known his every thought from the very look we were sharing. Those deep cobalt's unreadable to me now, instead only reflected my lecherous expression and for some reason that excited me. My tongue ran over my lips, sense escaping my grasps.

 

I studied his close face. It was a perfect fit for him strong and stoic. I closed my eyes assaulted by that sent, his sent. It was so familiar, almost palpable.

 

“Maxwell?” The deep authoritative voice slid into my ears.

 

“Yeah.” I sighed, my eyes barely open as I tilted my head dropping it downward. I pressed our lips together, my tongue running against the split in his lips requesting access to all that hid behind. He wasn't giving it; I'd just have to make him.

 

I laid my weight against his body pinning it beneath mine, my right hand pulling his shirt from his pants an odd desperation to it. Hungrily yearning to feel the heat of his skin. It didn't even occur to me to question why I was doing what I was doing. It was like I was going back to the save point in a game, redoing some preliminary work before I got back to the final boss.

 

My right hand accomplished its mission moving under the crisp Preventer's shirt and under shirt. His left hand gripped my wrist and he was now using force against both my hands trying to push me off of him and stop my wandering hand from reaching his skin. Fortunately, I had leveled up and was prepared for the final stage.

 

A soft moan left me as my fingers crossed that heated skin. Why it felt so good just to touch him, I had no idea, but being a simple kind of guy I was always one to go with what felt good. I pressed my hand down getting more of that heat against it, my fingers sliding around his side, it wasn't the same shape as a woman's lacking the curves, but it wasn't a displeasing feeling either. My thumb ran down catching the outside divot of the six-pack he hid under that uniform.

 

Yuy's mouth finally parted and I took full advantage sliding my tongue inside running it along his, which wasn't coming out to play. Course it didn't need to as I was more than excited for the both of us. My hips started slightly moving in anticipation of my needs.

 

The hip movements made me recall the position we were in. The slight movement pushed my aching erection against Yuy's better region. Only a few pieces of fabric separated us, separated our skin from one another. My hand slid from his skin, over the different pouches of equipment on his belt, to the roughness of his pants causing him to loose his grasp on the right wrist as I gripped his thigh pressing it against my waist. I never wanted anything like I did him. I wanted Yuy.

 

I pulled from the kiss. My left hand let go of his shirt moving to the table, his hand still holding the wrist. My right dropped his leg. My forehead rested against his chest in confusion from the sudden realization of my mind. I put some distance between our groinal regions needing to think above the demanding animal that ruled me far too often.

 

“Get off of me Duo.” Disdain clung to every word he spat.

 

Stupidly I lifted my head to look at him. The only thing I saw was his fist before it connected with my left eye. It worked as I fell back and to the right stumbling a moment before I tripped over myself and hit the floor. I rolled to my back holding my eye. Least Yuy cleared my head for me so the only thing I could think about was how much that hit fuckin hurt. It did good to help kill the mood in my pants too.

 

“Ow.” I grunted imagining the `you lose' plastered above my downed form.

 

“What did you think would happen?” He spat down on me straightening out his uniform and tucking it back in. He didn't seem to enjoy my affections at all. Why I thought he would, I have no idea.

 

“I don't know.” Not even bothering to get up my left hand still over my left eye that was causing my head to hurt.

 

“Why did you do it?” Yuy asked standing above me like a judging God

 

I blinked my good eye slowly, my right hand remembering the feel of his skin and my mind recalling that intoxicating sent. “I don't know.”

 

“You don't remember anything from Monday night?”

 

“No. Did you punch me in the head then too?” I snapped my good eye to him glaringly.

 

“No.” Of course he would answer that. “I thought you hated me?”

 

“I do.” I sat up realizing Yuy wasn't going to give me any pity.

 

“Do you do that to everyone you hate?” He asked stepping back giving me room to get to my feet.

 

“I know about as much as you on the subject. I don't even like dudes, but I could have gotten off by what we were just doin. Shit, I'm probably just horny. It's been a minute since I stuck my dick into anything.” I grunted as I got up dropping my hand from my eye. It took me a moment to be able to open it already feeling it swell.

 

“I see.” Yuy was guarded.

 

“Ha, yeah guess it's just another check on my list to complete self-destruction.” I gave a dry chuckle looking out on the city scape through the window.

 

“What do you mean by that?”

 

“I'm just rambling shit.” I didn't feel like explaining it all. It was pretty obvious anyway. I drank booze like water nightly, I slept with so many women I could barely remember one. It was by no means a life one lives in hopes to carry on forever. I was reckless, blindly so, in the hopes it would all end. As much as I cared for Charlie and the guys and knew they cared for me, it was only enough to keep me from taking my own life. It couldn't alter my hope for an ending to my game.

 

It made me wonder if this was how Solo felt when he died. I could finally understand why it was so easy for him to accept, despite my anguish. Finally being able to escape all the nightmares. I would give just about anything to be able to close my eyes and never open them to this world again. I was tired of it, tired of living, tired of people dying, tired of the constant corruption and selfishness of others and myself. I was so tired of breathing.

 

“Something on your mind?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

Yuy wasn't as curious as I was and left it alone. “You should return to your room Maxwell.”

 

I glanced to him out of the corner of my eye. “Why? I feel fine. I rather just go home.”

 

“It isn't safe for you to be on your own at the moment.”

 

“What does it matter? Isn't the whole point for this guy to get a hold of me anyway. That's what good bait does right?” I didn't hide the irritation from my voice. After all I'd lived through my life amounted to being bait. Course I was pissed.

 

“Yes, but good bait is pointless if it's not attached to a line.”

 

“Guess you better get a line on me quick then.” My words dark, Yuy's comeback ate at me. The motherfucker really saw me as nothing more than bait. Well fuck him.

 

“If you don't go back to your room on your own I will use force.” Yuy's hand pulled the handcuffs from one of the pouch on his belt.

 

“You know I'm faster than you.” I turned fully to him.

 

“Do you really want to do this Maxwell?”

 

“Why not? If I can't fuck ya, then why not beat your ass. Fuckin and fightin are my two favorite things. Didn't ya know that Yu?”

 

“You are a worthless human being Maxwell.” Yuy growled.

 

“At least I can still call myself that. What about you or did you reason setting me up to die was an acceptable punishment for my crimes?”

 

Heero stared at me with those unreadable cobalt's.

 

“Don't worry Heero. No one will think anything less of you. I'm just L2 scum anyway.”

 

“That's why I chose you.” Heero said evenly as if it were some inconsequential statement. It was far from that as everything in my head shifted. Stupidly I thought Chang was the mastermind behind all this, but of course it was Yuy. He never did like me. I was always that nagging herpe on the lip of the Preventer's and now Yuy had the means to get rid of me. Even if questions were raised he could easily explain it away. Death wasn't something I feared, but not like this.

 

I clenched my fist my eyes corrupted by detest. “I won't die like a dog for you or your fuckin Preventer's. I may have taken your deal, but words are cheap and honor don't mean shit.”

 

“You know the consequences.”

 

“And you know it'll be more of a pain in the ass tryin to keep me locked up. There ain't a cell made that I can't get out of and executions are illegal.” I smirked knowing he didn't have as much ground as he thought.

 

“Then why did you agree?” Yuy's eyes narrowed like he was trying to get into my head. Too bad he didn't have the intelligence or stamina to make it through the infinite labyrinth my skull enclosed.

 

“Fuck with Duo Maxwell all you want, but ya don't fuck with the God of Death.” I said before turning away from him. “Course you do know, I lose interest in things pretty quick.”

 

“Maxwell!” Yuy yelled after me.

 

“Don't worry. I'll go back to my room for now.” I grinned over my shoulder to receive a glower from him. He shook his head following me.

 

I stepped into my still destroyed room. He stopped in the doorway. His eyes on the mess I had created.

 

“So, why don't you take your eager beaver Preventer ass to the streets and find my shit. I'll get a picture of this for ya, since ya seem to be so enthralled.”

 

He snorted closing the door and locking it. I stayed focused on that door feeling the irritation rise in me. Something about him ate at me. There were a lot of people in the world I didn't like, but him, with him it was something else completely.

 

I gave an annoyed grunt walking into the bathroom studying the nice shiner that covered my left eye. Yeah, calling it something else completely really didn't do it enough justice. What the hell was I thinking trying to do something like that with Yuy? Fuck, I needed a drink.