Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ PreTtY ToY ❯ FaLl InTo SyN ( Chapter 1 )

Come PlAy WiTh My

PrettY ToY by HatE Dept

I had to do it… just cause I can… I wanted something completely fucked up….this is gonna be. Massive torture for 1, ncs, 2x1, yaoi…man it's just fucked

Don't own no shit in GW nor would I wanna cause then iwouldn't of came up with this shit… too tired to care

Ch 1; FaLl iN tO SyN

Heero sat on the floor lab top in his lap typing idly away searching backgrounds on a group of `rebels' Zechs had given him. After Zechs begged and groveled to him, he accepted to help the Preventers and only because it was Zechs.

He was barley conscious of the world around him even less so of his thoughts, though he new they would come back. The images of the past when things actually worked out, but all that ended. He tried to be a Preventer. At first because he actually believed in peace. Then because Heero wanted to find someone who left and took a piece of him Heero never realized he had. His fingers stopped on the key board and his eyes closed as it came back.

Quatre's face came to life on the video phone. He couldn't remember why he picked it up. He never picked up the phone, that's why he had an answering machine. This time he did on the first ring.

"Heero..." He tensed at the pause in Quatre's voice, the way Quatre looked around confused and lost.

"Quatre." He said back the uneasiness rising in him. "Trowa and I came to L2 to see....I" Quatre turned away from the video screen and Heero could have swore he heard tears in the others next words.

"Trowa I can't do this...this can't be true!" Heero began feeling impatient and a sense of stress spread through his limbs. Duo's on that colony did something happen to him...could he be. Heero's thoughts were cut off by Trowa appearing on the screen and a high pitched wail.

"Why would he do this to me! Oh God why!" He recognized the voice as Hilde's.

"Trowa what's happened." Heero felt wave after wave of emotion move under the surface as he hid them behind a mask of indifference.

"He's gone Heero." Heero's eyes narrowed.

"Kidnaped." Trowa shook his head.

"He left two days after the Mariemaia incident. He told Hilde there wasn't enough space in him for her." Everything stopped in that moment. Heero stared blankly at the screen unable to process the information. It had been almost a year since they dealt with Mariemaia .

"Quatre and I are going to stay with Hilde for a few days. She was fine when we got here, but when we mentioned Duo it must have brought back all the mourning she never had a chance to have. It was almost like she had been in shock since he left. I'll contact Wufei and get back to you when we return to earth. Trowa out." Heero said nothing as the screen went blank. He stood there staring at the blackness waiting for it to let go of his mind. He finally breathed in. His body surged into motion as he grabbed the phone and pulled it from the table

"What the fuck!" He yelled throwing the devise into the wall where it shattered. The anger seared like venom through his body. Duo was gone for almost a year and no one knew. That's when Heero began being less of a Preventer.

All he did after he healed form the Mariemaia inciden was protect the peace. Relena and he went there separate ways knowing full well it would never work out. She the queen of the world and he a lowly Preventer.

It was fine when he started. He was used to people fighting against the peace all the piolets put their lives up to create, but after the conversation with Quatre it became harder to separate from the gray.

He laughed to himself as he remembered when Lady Une, who became leader of the preventing force, fired his ass. For two years he did nothing but search for Duo using all the resources he could find and all the personnel he could get from the Preventers. Sally Po found out first and told him to slow down before Une caught wind of his mission.

He didn't listen and Une finally got the bill. He recalled how she yelled and yelled and yelled, while he just stared at her with his unflinching mask. He could almost hear her words again in his mind.

"Maybe it's time you realized that Duo doesn't want to be found." He'd glared at her then. "Give it up he's a lost cause." Heero had been mad before, but never like this. He moved with speed no other possessed over her desk, gabbing her by the neck, and slamming her into the back wall. His words were hissed through grinding teeth.

"You fuckin bitch, don't tell me what to do with my time. You're the fucking lost cause. What did you ever do for this world? What do you do now but sit behind a desk and read what's really happening. What the fuck are you preventing!"

His fist went through the wall next to her head. It took all his will not to let it take her in the mouth and she could see the effort in his eyes. It was Zechs who came in and grabbed him. Une was almost in tears as she said steadily to Heero to never come back to the building and never come near her or her people again. All the while Zechs dragged him out, arm around his neck not tight enough to choke him just restrain him. Heero spat at her and called her a fuckin bitch once more. Zechs let go of his neck when they got in the elevator. It was a quiet exit, until they reached the parking lot. Zechs put a hand on Heero's shoulder

"You don't have to do this alone." His voice as proper and crisp as usual.

"I'm not." Heero said blandly "Wufei, Trowa, Quatre, and I will never stop looking for him." Heero's head dropped as he shook it back and forth unaware of the raw emotion he showed when he turned back to Zechs, who hid his shock well at the youths blatant display.

"A whole fuckin' year and none of us realized..." Heero closed his eyes feeling a familiar loss seeping into him. He turned from Zechs and climbed onto his Suzuki Ninja. Zechs watched him go a snarl crossing his face as he headed back into the building. Heero remembered the look he saw in his side mirror. It made him forget about Duo for a moment. Zechs with such animalistic anger.

That was seven years ago. Heero thought as he reached in his pocket and pulled out the small injection device. He loaded a capsule into it and put the cold metal to his neck pressing a small button on the side. His head fogged as the drug seeped into his blood. He dropped it and his hands began to work mindlessly on the computer while he thought of Duo. His words filling the empty room.

"Seven years. Where are you Duo? Could it be true? Quatre even believes it now. Maybe you really are dead. Maybe it's time I finally moved on." He stopped talking to himself as the thoughts moved through his mind. He'd been to every county, every colony, every city, and every state he could get too. All for nothing.

Wufei was the first to move into his own life. He didn't give up, just got to busy working with Po, or on Po, and the Preventers. Quatre and Trowa moved to a old Victorian house that Quatre literally fell in love with almost as much as Trowa on there search in Louisiana. It was five minutes outside New Orleans. They settled in and looked when they had the time.

Heero was left alone to look for two more years. Searching and searching until he'd ended up broke, evicted, and the owner of a sever drug addiction. Thanks to Zechs he wasn't left on the streets to become another dejected addict. It wasn't bad living with Zechs, compared to the alternative. Zechs and Heero had started an odd kind of relationship. They had kissed a couple of times and Zechs constantly worked on Heero's emotions, which Zechs himself had shown more than Heero had ever thought imaginable. The best thing about it was Zechs never mentioned anything about the drug habit Heero was sure Zechs knew about.

Heero was popped from the thoughts as a message jumped on top of the records he was searching for.

`Heero it's Quatre I have to talk to you now. I tried your phone but it's disconnected.'

Heero didn't even bother to read the rest. Fear ran through him. What if it was Trowa? He gave no more time to thought as he dialed the memorized number trying to shake off the high for a minute. Quatre answered without a ring. His eyes wide as ever

"Heero, you, I, by Allah I swear it's him...." Heero's breath caught and his eyes matched Quatre as his mouth dropped.

"Duo" He chocked.

"Yeah, Yes!" The Sandrock piolet almost squealed.

"W-Where?" Heero stuttered as he began to breath again.

"Here in New Orleans. Trowa and I went out for dinner in the French Quarter and. And I know it was him. He looked so different, but I knew it was him when he looked at me." Quatre stopped diverting his eyes to his hands.

"What is it Quatre? Please tell me." Quatre looked at Heero with a raised eyebrow at the mention of please form Heero.

"It's been eight years Heero. Seven since you've been looking for him and one before we even knew he had left." Heero closed his eyes hearing Quatre's words.

"Of all people who know the passage of time Quatre, it's me." He sighed. Quatre nodded

"He's not the same person we knew. The way he looked at me Heero it was almost predatory. He had a dark aura around him. There was nothing of the shining aura that carried us through the war. He was dressed in all black even his hair's black. His eyes are so dead now Heero. There like some life sucking void." He watched Quatre visible shudder and saw Trowa come up behind him.

"Did you follow him?" Heero asked blandly as his mind became empty again.

"Heero not even I would have risked it." Trowa said. Heero's eyes narrowed.

"I'm on my way." Quatre nodded. Trowa was going to say something, but Quatre shut the screen off as if knowing it would be inappropriate. Heero almost turned into Zechs.

"Your leaving." Zechs' stated as if he already knew the answer. Heero tried to ignore the hurt in Zechs eyes.

"You knew I would if we found him."

"Will you be back." Heero looked away as Zechs brought up his wall of uncaring.

"I told you this would happen." Zechs pulled Heero close wrapping his arms around him.

"Just don't forget about me." Heero didn't hug him back. He wasn't comfortable with so much touch yet. All he wanted was to get to New Orleans.

Heero nodded as he grabbed the bag he had packed for just this sort of scenario. Zechs took him to the airport since he had to sell his bike for money to keep searching. Zechs let him use his private jet and gave him cash to live off while he was there too.

It was odd that Zechs would give him so much when he was leaving to see someone else. It bugged Heero momentarily, until his thoughts went back to what he would say when he saw Duo. The flight attendant offered him some sleeping pills noting his restlessness. Heero refused them. He didn't need them. He had better drugs. He was in and out of consciousness for 12 of the 14 hours.

The plane landed around 10 pm and Heero was trying to get level headed before he saw the others. Quatre and Trowa were at the airport waiting for him. He threw his bag in the limo and his first words to the two were, "Take me to where you saw him."

Quatre expected as much. He new Heero needed Duo more than he would ever say. In the car Heero question the both of them trying for more specifics.

"He was just different." Trowa said.

"He's cold and has an air of darkness around him. He just feels wrong." Quatre tried to explain. It was always hard for Quatre. He had this way of reading peoples feelings and auras. He'd always been sensitive to those kinds of things.

It wasn't a long ride to the French Quarter. Heero stepped out of the car and turned to Quatre who was still sitting.

"Heero I want to go with you, but I..." Heero shook his head in understanding.

"Wufei should be here within the next few hours we are to meet him at the airport, but we will have a car waiting for you at this spot when you are ready to leave. We saw Duo entering a bar two East and half a block North." Trowa stated.

"Hai" Heero nodded as the car pulled off. He walked fast as he could. He didn't care how stupid he looked he wanted to get there. He stopped when he reached the area Trowa was referring to. The only problem being, the whole block was covered with bars. He watched the people moving in and out of them and realized there were way too many people in this town. Of course, it was a Saturday night. He'd almost forgot time had past on his flight.

Heero felt himself being bumped as he stood still in the middle of the sidewalk uneasy and unsure what to do. He'd never been around so many people when he was high. How the hell was he suppose to find anything in this crowd? He was too distracted trying to get a look at every face and figure out which bar to go in. What if Duo already passed him? What if he'd missed his chance? Maybe he already left.

"Dammit" Heero literally screamed. He tilted his head up to the sky sliding his hand over his face, his body slumped in defeat.

He felt an icy hand rub up his neck into his hair and heard girls laughing behind him. He didn't give a fuck if it was a girl or not he just wanted to let his frustrations out on someone. His hands balled into fists as he turned around swinging. His fist stopped millimeters from the face.

Heero's heart seized as he stared at a man he hadn't seen in eight years, 16 years old and now 24. He didn't look that different in build, nor did any of the piolets, but the same faces resided on the others. Not Duo. His eyes weren't gleaming and wide. Now they reminded him of his own during the war. Cold, calculating, narrow, and vicious. His skin was pale and his hair was black, still long and back in a braid, but each strand black as Wufei's. He had black eyeliner around his eyes and was dressed to match his hair. He leaned around Heero's fist almost nose to nose with Heero.

"You look crazy screaming to yourself on the street." His voice was lower, darker. He knew Duo was making fun of him, but so evenly, without a laugh. Only a slight smirk touched those too red lips. Heero wanted to grab him in his arms, but hesitated. He felt that danger now. He new Quatre was right. Duo had changed. Duo was still so close to him, but Heero didn't chance a move. Duo's hand ran up Heero's chest to his neck. Heero fought the urge to pull away as Duo's cheek rubbed against his, while Duo's words enter his ear.

"Why don't you come have a drink with me Mr. Yuy?" Duo's tongue flickered on Heero's ear. Heero held down the shudder that tempted his body. His legs were frozen in the spot as he felt Duo brush past him. He stood there trapped in indecision. It dawned on him that this could be his only chance. He forced himself to move, despite all his instincts screaming against it.

He turned to see Duo, with his entourage of black clad kids, walk into a bar. Heero shook his head. He could smell the leather from Duo. Duo was wearing leather pants, knee high boots, and a soft silk shirt. He had a on that covered his whole index finger with silver and had a small point at the end. On the middle finger of his other hand was a dragon ring that had two fangs which framed the finger.

He looked fucken hot, but what the fuck was going on? Heero thought to himself. He looked down at himself. He had some old school white busted ass pumas, black cargo pants that hung low on the waste, and a baby blue izod shirt he stole from Duo's old place with a dark blue alligator on the left breast. The shirt was a little short so when he lifted his arms it would expose the white waste ban on his boxers. Yeah he would fit in great here. It was Duo though. He had to talk to him.

He walked into the club and was bombarded by the hard beat of the industrial music and the stench of booze, cigarette smoke, and cloves. The place was dark except for the blue and red lights that gave a hint of illuminated haze around the place. The bar was to the right of him and there was one on the second floor above him he could see. In the center was a dance floor and tables all around up and downstairs. The place was packed. Duo could be anywhere. He could feel the people staring at him like an outsider, which he was. He scanned the place again.

Everyone looked the same. Pale, dark makeup, black clothes. Aw, it was pointless. Heero decided he would wait outside till the place closed to catch Duo, thought he didn't know the bars never close in New Orleans.

Heero could feel the intense gaze on him. A chill ran along his arms and he felt the urge of his body wanting to leave. He looked up to see Duo staring down at him with that smirk on his face. Heero moved to the steps. He paused fumbling with the injection device, he needed to cut off the edge.

Just a little, he thought as he lifted up his sleeve and heard the pressurized needle shot into his skin. He felt the syn enter his system and stuck the small device back in his pocket. It was about the size of a bic lighter. Heero felt the familiar detachment, instantly.

Maybe, this was all a hallucination. He thought as he moved slowly up the stairs. He walked in a foggy dream to Duos table. Duo cast a hand to one of the chairs. That was all Heero wanted to do. He sat down and his body felt like it molded to the chair. Duo studied him. The smirk spread into a dark smile to fully engulf his lips as he looked at Heero. He held out a hand and one of the flunkies at the table handed him a cigarette. Heero's eyes moved slowly around the table. Guys and girls sat all around Duo never taking there eyes off him, like a bunch of zealots worshiping their God. His table held at least 10 people he could count, if he was counting right. He couldn't really get a good look at anything.

He felt a hand on his thigh and his head fell back from the simple touch mixed with the drug and the knowledge of who's hand it was. The hand moved into his pocket and Heero's mind struggled from the depths of the sinkhole it rested in to scream for a limb to react to the impending danger. His hand moved to grab Duo's, which had already disappeared during his struggle. Duo's violets looked from the small metallic piece to Heero.

"Syn. A synthetic mix of heroin, ghb, special k, morphine, and mescaline. When'd you pick that up?" Duo looked mildly interested in Heero's reaction. Heero licked his dry lips, while he attempted to sit up straight and speak through his half conscious thoughts.

"Why did you leave?" His voice was raspy, thick, and slow from the weight of the syn in his system. Duo smiled quick and emptily.

"No, that's not when you picked it up. I'm pretty sure it was in Germany four years ago. I see you haven't kicked it yet." Heero's mind sluggishly tried to keep the words together in an understandable sentence. Needless to say it was impossible for him, he'd done to much.

"You... followed... me." His words were so slow.

"I've been following you for years." Duo blew smoke from his glistening lips. Heero watched the smoke spin in rolling circles of crimson light. Duo slid the case back in Heero's pocket

"I thought I knew you once.....now you're..." Heero mumbled felling himself sinking. "You're not who you used to be." Heero's head fell. His eyes watched the table fighting the swinging emotions the drug and Duo unleashed in him. He clenched his teeth feeling the deepening depression that plagued him for so long seeping out.

He glanced at Duo. The other looked back at him with mild interest. It seemed that's all Duo had for life, a mild placid interest. Heero closed his eyes as the thought spiraled in his head. Duo was dead. This was some fictitious clone.

Heero's hand moved on it's own volition. He had completely forgotten where he was as he pulled out the shot devise and pumped the remainder of the capsule into his neck. He wouldn't be able to hold the greatest conversation, but it was better than feeling. He forced himself to slide the metal devil into his pocket. His head fell forward to rest on his arm that lay on the table. His attention turned back to Duo. Duo's violet eyes narrowed and the color seemed to flow in and out of white that surrounded his iris. Heero knew he was way fucked up now.

"You enter the devils house and leave yourself at his mercy." Duo smiled, the group around him laughed. Heero felt the anger rush into him. Even drugged Heero was fast and accurate as hell. He grabbed Duo by the shirt pulling him forward a bit. The flunkies gasped in horror

"Why'd you wait so long? Why the fuck'd you do this now?" Heero's head fell, he needed more. He'd been taking to much lately. He just wanted to be numb. His hand slid down Duo's body and came to rest in Duo's lap. It seemed like the whole place was silent. Almost like the world froze to give him time to catch up.

"Maybe this was a bad idea." Heero looked up at Duo as he began the process of standing to leave. Duo stood up and tried to help Heero up. Heero wouldn't stand for it as he pushed Duo, sending the man back into his chair.

"Get the fuck outta my face. I `ll kill you in a second." Herro growled as his body swayed and his eyes fought to stay looking outward. His head fell back, which brought the rest of him in the same direction. Strong arms caught him, before the back of his head caught his fall on the floor. It took a few seconds before Heero took hold of the whirling in his brain.

Heero shook his head clear and pushed away from he other siting up on his own. He wiped his hand along his face then through his head back howling in laughter. A hand slide up into his hair calming his insanity. He smiled a lazy smile at Duo.

"Is this real?" He sighed. His vision swirled in a circus of colors and lights.

Duo's lips pushed against his. Heero didn't even try to understand, he wasn't even sure if it was real. He could still be on the plane, or maybe he never got on the plane. He could be at Quatre's house sleeping, on the floor in the bar passed out, or maybe it's real. It didn't matter. His hands flowed around Duo, who took the ride down with Heero as he pushed Heero down on his back. Duo bit down on Heero's lip as he pulled from the kiss. Heero gave a half laugh and a sigh at the feel of Duo's teeth along the soft meat.. He felt Duo lick and bite along his neck. Herro sighed.

"I'll never get this moment back." He groaned the words out as he felt Duo rubbing the bulge growing in his pants. Heero grabbed Duo's hair forcing Duo's face to his. He kissed him with everything he had. It could be the last chance he ever had to touch Duo's lips with his own. Duo's hand was on the flesh of Heero's cock. Stroking it pulling him to some unbidden escape. Heero lost all the words as his mind moved like a spinning top wit Duo pumping him up for a long release. He didn't even remember his pants opening for Duo. Duo still worked on his neck and ear, while the other hand rubbed along Heero's chest and nipples.

"Ah shit." Heero's brain was transitioning through stars, lights, and a massive high. His body feeling pain and pleasure. His eyes lazily opened and closed. He finally opened them enough to see Duo with a blood stained grin straddling him. Duo's eyes burned like a violet flame. He could here the music of the club see the table above him.

"What...wha" His words were cut off by Duo's mouth covering his. Duo's tongue moving in his spreading the metallic taste in his mouth. Heero kept his eyes open trying to get a grip on reality. Duo pulled away wiping his mouth leaving a crimson smear along his chin. Heero saw his injector in Duos hand again. Watched him release the empty capsule.

"No Duo...I" Heero fought above the hormones mixing with the syn. "I need to know if this is real. I want to remember you." Duo snapped in another capsule in. He placed the needle at Heero's neck

"He won't let you go so easily." Duo smiled and let the syn flow into Heero. Heero reeled at the induction. His body felt like it was slipping into the floor.

"Help me Duo.... I-I can't stop sinking."

Heero's eyes opened. His back was against a wall. His head rested on his arms which laid upon his knees. He's eyes adjusted to the noonday light. He had no idea where he was or what the hell happened last night. He noticed all the Victorian pictures and bed set.

"Quatre's house." He murmured to himself. "How the fuck'd I get here?" He said rubbing his aching head. He reached in his pocket puling out the injector. He rubbed his neck which made him wince. He looked back at the injector knowing the feeling. He injected in his neck.

"Fuck." He sighed trying to recall anything after the plane ride, which he barley remembered either. He looked back at the injector.

"Another day gone thanks to you." Of course, it was the only thing that made life bearable. Heero loaded another capsule. "And what'll keep it bearable." He placed the injector in the same spot he shot it last night. He sighed as he relaxed into his own world.

"Heero, when'd you get back...oh my... you look like hell." Heero lazily opened his eyes and looked dazed at Quatre.

"I'm fine I just need some sleep." Heero watched Quatre nod nervously as he slid down the wall to rest on his side. He heard the door close as sunk into the abyss of memory. Duo was all he saw on the back of his eyelids. A club music..Duo's voice..his smell like the cold of a winter morning.

…………….so fuckin tired………….

Ah yeah so fuck it um fuck I got notin but nap time on my head. So shit ch2 comin some fuckin month