Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Haunted ❯ Part I ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: *sighs* still not mine...

Warnings: rape, violence, Yaoi (male/male relationships), the list goes on...

Pairings: It's working towards 1x2...

Note: I wasn't entirely pleased with the response to the first chapter...but I'll try a couple more and see what comes of it...just short ones though...

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Haunted - Part I

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Duo winced only slightly as the larger man impaled his lower regions, but the tears streaming down his face betrayed his fear and pain. His attacker groaned as he rocked his hips, his fingers digging bruises into the braided teen's hips, and Duo could feel that his arm was near breaking point, bent at the angle that it was.

And it was all to protect his loved ones.

He cried out as the man bit drove a dagger into his shoulder, drawing blood that trailed crimson rivers across his pale stomach.

But for him, he would do anything...even put up with *this*.

It was over soon enough, and the man released him with a grunt of satisfaction. Duo could feel the clamminess of the blood on his inner thighs...it hurt to move. But he was wrenched to his feet anyway, and a bruising kiss was pressed forcefully to his lips before his attacker backed off, dropping him back to the ground. "I'll keep our deal" He hissed softly. "The little runt goes free...but for the next week...you're mine"

Something flared inside of the street rat. Something deep...something that gave him confidence and power. This man was using him...and no one...*no one* used THE Duo Maxwell and got away with it. Growling, he broke free of the rope that bound his wrists, his efforts cutting his skin deeply. He pulled the dagger from his shoulder with a small grunt, his indigo eyes blazing with anger and defiance.

The man took a step backwards, temporarily releasing his hold on the young boy in surprise. He suddenly realized that it had been a mistake to mess with Shinigami himself. But Duo was too quick for him, and he was unable to escape the inevitable as the street rat turned his own weapon against him, thrusting it deeply into the man's neck as he pounced, knocking them both to the ground.

"Bitch..." the man hissed. This was to be his last word.

Prussian blue flashed in the back of Duo's mind, along with a satisfied smirk. But the braided teen took nearly no notice of it, watching only the contortion of pain on his victim's face.

The man's eyes were wide with fear, and his gurgled softly in an attempt to speak again...but Duo only twisted the sharp blade further, and as blood trickled from parted lips, his eyes rolled back into his head.

The braided teen sat back on his heels, ignoring his partial nudity and his pain for the moment. He watched the dead corpse for what seemed like an eternity (an oddly *satisfying* eternity) before he reached forward and retrieved the blade.

His small pink tongue reached out to catch the red droplets at the tip of the dagger, but just before the liquid could touch his skin, he seemed to realize what he was doing. Crying out in surprise, he thrust the blade away, his ears barely registering the clattering sound of it hitting the cold stone floor.

He swallowed nervously, licking his lips as he retrieved his worn pants, and slipped his shirt back over his shoulders from where it had gathered around his elbows. He was careful not to jar the burning wound on his shoulder. He pressed one palm against it in an attempt to stop the blood flow. Knowing that this would have to do for now, he headed down the dark alleys of L2.

His thoughts were a turmoil of confusion. For the past eight years he had struggled to forget that Prussian gaze, but every night it pierced his dreams. However, this was the first time it had happened while he had been awake. Mind you, it *was* the first time he had killed in cold blood for quite a long time...

Duo slowly made his way back to his hideout, walking carefully. His eyes clouded over as he made his way across the city. He gave a soft smile as he approached the run down orphanage, barely registering the mortified cries of his comrades and lover as he collapsed to the ground, blackness claiming his world.

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