Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Power Game ❯ Chapter 2

Title: Power Game Part 2

Author: Aya Maxwell

Pairing: 3x2 1x2

Warnings: NCS, Lemon, language, and angst

Notes: //blah//

Duos POV

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Wet.... Cold and wet... those were the only two things that I was aware of at the moment. Everything was black and my mind was just a confused mass of jumbled thoughts. I didn't even know why I was so cold and wet. With great difficulty I opened my eyes and blinked several times. I was still in the shower... and the water was still on. Not exactly freezing but cold enough to make me shiver. I didn't remember falling asleep, especially when I was in a crumbled little ball in the shower.

Wincing I stood up, my rear was still awfully sore and it hurt even worse now because of the cold water. Trembling I wrapped myself in a large towel and stared at myself in the mirror.

//God I look like shit.//

I stared at my reflection. My hair had come undone from his usual braid and it was plastered to my face, wet and tangled. I was incredibly pale.. Making the bruises on my face and body seem even larger and darker than they actually were. Then it dawned on me, that here I was standing in front of a mirror.. Thinking about how long it would take to untangle my hair when I had just gotten raped by one of my best friends. Then I started laughing... I couldn't even control it. The laughter just spilled from my lips. The rational part of my brain was noting that me laughing like this was probably some kind of sign that I had lost my mind.

After all.. Who wouldn't? I mean after what I went through as a kid, what I had to do to survive. I never thought I would have to do anything like that again. I never thought that anyone would be able to hurt me like that again. I was strong now; I was a Gundam pilot. But yet here I was, in the exact same situation I had been in so many years ago. Raped and beat up, and completely helpless. I wasn't strong.. I was weak.. And one of the few people in this world that I trust with my life brought me back to that same hell I thought I had escaped from all those years ago.

Somewhere along the lines my laughter turned to tears, and I slid to the floor sobbing. Again, time seemed to move slowly and endlessly. I was on the floor like that for I don't know how long.. When I heard the knock on the door...

I scrambled to my feet and backed away. Was he back for more? Well I don't care how weak I was, this time I was going to make sure that if the bastard had his way with me. I was going to do some damage in the process. However when I heard Trowas voice I was completely shocked. It wasn't what I had been expecting.

"Duo are you ok in there?"

My nostrils flared and I fought the urge to spit out some angry comment. How dare he? He raped me.. And beat me, and now the fucking bastard wanted to know if I was ok? However something about his tone nagged me... the part of me that wasn't so enraged. He sounded tired, weary, and more than a little concerned. Nothing like the snarling monster who had forced himself on me last night.

"Duo? If you don't answer I'm going to come in there after you?"

I pinned myself against the wall, and grimaced. No, I definitely didn't want him to do that. However he didn't sound dangerous or even angry. He just sounded concerned. With another frown I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. I cleared my throat. "T..Trowa?"

"Are you ok?"

"....."

"Duo?"

"...."

".... What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

"..no"

"Duo, did something happen last night?"

"...w...what?"

"...I guess I got drunk, because now I can't remember what happened."

"......"

"Did we get in a fight?"

"....."

"Well when you are ready to talk I will be downstairs. I apologize if I said anything out of line to you."

"....."

I heard the footsteps walking away and for the umpteenth time I slid to the floor. He didn't remember? Was it possible? No, it couldn't be, he was lying to cover his own ass. So I wouldn't tell Quatre and the others. I scowled and stared at the door. He had sounded sincere, even his apology. He seemed so unsure of himself. I knew Trowa hardly ever drank, and it was common for people who couldn't hold their liquor to forget what they did when they were drunk.

Wrapping myself tighter in the towel I limped towards my room hurriedly and carefully dried myself. I can't face him, not after what happened. After what he did to me, but I need to know if he really can't remember and I will know just by looking in his eyes. The eyes never lie.

I pulled some clothes on, baggy black jeans and an oversized black hooded sweatshirt. It was way to big for me, and more than likely belonged to Heero. But I really didn't care at the moment; I didn't even bother to braid my hair. I clenched my hands into fists and shuffled downstairs. I found him in the kitchen, drinking coffee. He looked up at me, and appraised me in surprise.

"You left your hair down."

I glared at him; did he really find it necessary to make stupid observations? "You're trying to tell me that you don't remember anything that happened last night?" I demanded sharply. He stared at me, and I looked directly into his eyes. He looked confused and lost.

"I honestly don't remember a thing Duo."

I frowned, but I knew it was true. He didn't remember. I could see it in his eyes, if there was anything I prided myself on it was my ability to read people. So now I had two options. Tell him, and allow him to feel guilt and shame. He would probably be so ashamed that he would either ask me to kill him, he would kill himself or he would just vanish without a trace, not coming in contact with any of us again. Or I could let him believe that nothing happened. And keep it to myself. Pretend that he never ripped my insides apart just to get his own pleasure. Never fucked me while I begged him to stop. I bit my lip to keep back the tears that were threatening to spill down my cheeks.

"No.. Nothing happened anyway. It's not important. Just a little argument." I whispered. I winced at the lie and the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. "I'll be upstairs." I muttered and half limped, half shuffled back to the my room. Once up there I shivered and stared at the still unmade bed, the sheets still damp from Trowas cum. Resisting the urge to throw up, I spun around and ran into Heeros room, curling up in the bed that still smelled like my absent lover.

"God someone help me." I murmured and fell into a deep sleep.

TBC