Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Goodbye Yellow Brick Road ❯ Part Twenty-Seven ( Chapter 27 )

Part Twenty-Seven

Heero awoke and shook his head several times.

There were a few things wrong.

Duo wasn't in the bed with him, and he was not in their bed, let alone their room.

He decided he must've been in Quatre and Trowa's. Which was odd, but no where near enough to ruin his joyous mood.

He sat up and smiled happily. First thing on his agenda, give Duo a good-morning kiss.

Standing, he grabbed a robe and threw it on and opened the door.

He tried to approach Duo, but Duo shrieked and backed into the corner.

Then he noticed how everyone had stopped and were looking at him funny, while attempting not to.

Wufei was smirked.

Perhaps Wufei smirking was what truly told him he was in trouble.

Once more he took a step toward Duo, but Duo looked as though he tried to climb into the wall.

"Stay away from me!" he screeched. "You-you-- whore!"

"Duo," Quatre spoke softly, crossing the room to him and wrapping him into a hug. "It is his right...." he whispered as a few tears fell down Duo's cheeks.

"Oh Divine," he whispered. "What did I do?"

Wufei's smirk grew and Trowa glared at him.

"You're not helping, Wufei."

Heero's mind was racing. "Did-did I hurt you last night? I didn't mean--"

"Fuck yes!" Duo's shriek echoed off the walls and Heero couldn't help but flinch.

"I'm sorry, I.... I thought you were happy...."

Heero felt so lost, so helpless. What did he do wrong? Weren't they in love? Didn't he please him last night?

"Oh yes, Heero," Wufei spat. "He was just ecstatic he got to listen to you and that prostitute last night."

"Wufei--!" Quatre hissed, still rubbing Duo's back.

"Prostitute?!" Heero cried.

Just as things seemed to fall apart, they came together.

But the outcome was so much worse.... When they were together....

It was like a jigsaw with a picture of hell painted on the pieces.

"Oh, do you prefer to call them courtesans, Mister Dignity?"

Heero tried to ignore Wufei's harsh gibe.

"Quatre, I have to talk to you," he begged, his eyes tearing up at the corners.

Quatre felt pity for him and brushed back Duo's bangs comfortingly before turning and having trouble meeting Heero's eyes.

"Yes?"

"Can we...have a little privacy...?" Heero asked humbly, but Quatre nodded, and so they walked into the other room. Quatre wove a net so that the others wouldn't hear them and Heero collapsed on the bed, hugging himself.

"Yes Heero?"

"I.... I trust you more than the others and you're the only one that will actually listen....

"I swear that last night, that wasn't a prostitute."

"Explain," Quatre ordered.

"Well, for...for a long time I've had feelings for Duo.... Deep feelings...." Heero was blushing like a maniac and if the situation wasn't so messed-up, Quatre thought it might have been cute. "I'm not going to pretend I haven't had dirty thoughts.... I have.... A lot of them.... But I know he doesn't love me and I would never violate him like that."

Quatre nodded as he settled down in a chair, Heero playing with the fabric of his robe nervously as he spoke.

"You tell him and I'll never forgive you," Heero threatened lamely.

A smile appeared on Quatre's face. "You have my confidence."

"So yes, I...I have feelings for Duo.... Last night, I swear across my life, to heaven, to hell and back again that it was Duo that descended that staircase. I walked back up with Duo so we could have some privacy and he told me he loved me. We got so carried away with our words and emotions that, well...yeah....

"I thought it was Duo. If I'm lying, I hope the Divine shall take me now. I never meant any of this. If I knew it wasn't Duo, I would've never even talked to whoever it was."

Quatre thought about this.

That was right.... How Heero was so friendly.... It seemed strange then, but he acted just how he did when he was with Duo....

Maybe....

It wasn't Duo, though. It was a woman with blond hair.... Long, long blond hair....

"You don't think it was one of the Zher'Nak...do you?"

Heero sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "I do think that, but it would sound like an awfully nice excuse, you know? I don't know what to think anymore...."

It dawned on Quatre that Heero was crying.

"I wanted the first time to be special," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I wanted-wanted it to be with Duo.... With someone that meant something to me.... I wanted it to be love...."

He curled up into a little ball, sobbing into his knees, rocking slowly back and forth.

"I made a bad mistake.... I never wanted...wanted to hurt him.... I wanted it to be special, so special.... Commitment.... They knew I wanted that.... Duo...."

His voice was so choked with deep sobs that he couldn't continue any further, and against all his better judgment, Quatre just couldn't believe that he would've fallen to a prostitute, had it been his knowledge. He sounded so sincere, so hurt....

So, even though it was the deepest way to violate a person, Quatre dug into his Emotional Web while he was off guard, and he found himself shedding a few tears.

It was no lie.

His entire heart and being poured out love for Duo, and was filled with pain at his mistake. There was so much blood and pain in his Web--

"Oh no!" Quatre gasped, falling on the bed next to Heero and wrapping his arms tightly around his shaking frame. He stroke at his hair as he sobbed harder into his knees.

All his thoughts were suicide.

Heero knew that Quatre knew this and had entered his Web, and Quatre sort of knew that Heero wasn't completely unaware of this fact, either.

But Heero didn't care.

What had his life been? He's hurt everyone that ever meant anything to him.

He killed a man and scared away his sweetheart. He was beat and raped and locked behind stone walls. He destroyed a multitude of young boys and men as stone crushed their bodies and he pulled their limbs apart without a touch. He was lured into a sex trap and managed only to hurt the person closest to his heart, when he thought that he was pleasing him.

Was there anything he could do right?

Was their anyone he couldn't hurt?

"I feel like I'm a joke of the Divine's...." Heero whispered as Quatre held him.

"We need you, Heero."

"No one needs me.... No one needs a fuck-up like me...." Heero replied, sniffling and trying to stop crying. "How can I ever face Duo again...?" Just the mention of Duo's name sent him spiraling back into tears.

There was a knock on the door and Trowa's worried voice came from the other side.

"Give me some time!" Quatre called back, then turned to Heero and hugged him tighter. "I believe you, but Wufei won't."

"*Why* do you believe me?"

Quatre was quiet, then finally spoke.

"Because I've seen you cry."

Heero wiped at his puffy eyes.

"But you can't cry for Wufei," Quatre sighed in frustration. "They'll just have to believe...."

Heero quickly began to rebuild himself and stood.

"There must be a reason for this trap," Heero spoke, beginning to pace across the room.

Quatre nodded. "Yes, yes! A reason!" he begged.

Heero began to meditate on what would motivate the Zher'Nak to want him to engage in intercourse with one of them.

"Maybe they wanted you to get her pregnant?" Quatre suggested. "Obviously they wanted something badly to observe you, realize you loved Duo when the fact escaped even us, and weave an Illusion so you would--"

Quatre halted abruptly as Heero crumpled upon the ground, clutching his chest.

A searing pain had cut through his heart and totally threw him off. By the time it had ended, he was panting and sweating.

Quatre helped him to his feet, wiping away his sweat with a corner of the bed blanket.

"Do...do you think they took a piece of your Soul?" Quatre asked fearfully.

Heero leaned heavily on him.

"I don't know.... That's never happened before...."

"Heero...they might kill you!"

Heero lowered his head until he stared at the floor.

And he tried not to smile.

Death would be all too kind....

~Til Then~