Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ PreTtY ToY ❯ PeiCes of SeNt ( Chapter 2 )

AnOTher DaTe WitH My

PreTTy ToY by Hate Dept.

Yeah well here's my darkest fic in the drunken drugged up Heero…ha yeah I like it too…it's nice Heero's finally got all types of issues. This is what happens when I drink and write…ah well good fuckin times right…hell's yeah and if you don't like it well….i guess you ain't in the cult….Hell yeah Cult WritErs Unit. Hehehe…well I'm pretty toasted so….

No..Wait…WarnInG…The UsUaL…..

Ch 2 PiEcEs oF SeNt

Heero new he wouldn't be able to sleep. He pushed himself off the floor and moved into the bathroom. He leaned his head on the wall above the toilet as he pulled himself out to take a leek. He closed his eyes, his head spun with the knowledge Duo's hand had been there. He finished zipping the memory back into his pants.

"Did it really happen?" He breathed feeling a sense of panic. It must of, the front of his shorts had a stiffness in only one spot. He braced himself on the sink looking up in the mirror. He stared at his reflection seeing himself. It had been so long since he actually looked at himself and now he could get the picture everyone else had. The deep circles under his red rimmed eyes. The slightly sunken in cheeks. Something a model would have, which would normally look nice minus the circles. Circles under his eyes and on his neck. He could see the two points of injection. Small rings with a hole in the middle. His attention returned to his face. His eye were fogged with the yellow tinge of heroin.

He could see the wing piolet staring back at him laughing at what he'd become. His fist smashed into the mirror.

"You made me this." He growled at the shattered reflection. He closed his eyes feeling the warmth drip down his hand.

"It's all so futile now.." He looked up where the mirror used to be lost in the past, in flashes of memories and hallucinations. He shook his head looking down at his hand.

"Dammit" He breathed noticing a piece of mirror sticking through his hand. He pulled it out never actually feeling the pain. He wrapped his hand in a white hand towel Quatre had left next to the sink. He tied it tight knowing the pain would come soon.

He smiled knowing it didn't have to. He reached in his bag under the two shirts and boxer shorts, the rest was nothing but capsule after capsule. He loaded one into the injector and put it to his neck. It didn't matter anymore. Everyone had to know and so what if they did. Fuck them all. His life was never going to end like a god damn fairytale. He would never find Duo. He reeled on his heels as images moved through his mind.

"He's not the same." Heero mumbled to himself remembering Duo from the previous night.

"That wasn't real. It couldn't have been real." Heero felt the anger, pain, and regret fill him to the brink. His eyes filled with liquid. He loaded another capsule.

"I won't believe it." He let the drug flush it all away. His knees buckled, his hands stopped him from planting his face on the floor. His left arm almost gave from the pressure of the injector pushing into the recent wound. He pushed up to his knees loading another capsule and shooting it.

"I won't believe any of it." The words didn't even sound real to him. Was he talking. Water dripped to the floor was he crying or was it...His face hit the floor.

It's cold...my body...the floor...

`Heero what have you done to yourself?' The voice wasn't his. He knew it was in his head. The realization disintegrated with the spreading syn

"Why did he leave me?" Heero had lost the rein on his emotions. He was barley aware he was talking out loud. There was a dark laugh.

`Is that what you think. He left because of you?' Heero only heard the rhythmic sound of the low voice not actually able to understand the words.

"He left me to die." There was a long silence.

`How is that?' Heero could barley get enough air in to talk as he went on trying to rid himself of the feelings.

"He took something....something...it's killing me...I.." Heero's breath had slowed to much for him to even talk.

`It had nothing to do with you Heero, although now you are in deeper than you'll ever know.' Heero tried to listen to the others words as his heart beat so slow in his ears and he lost contact with parts of his body.

`You won't die here Heero. I know it's what you want. They're coming now. You won't die yet, but you will wish you forever had.' Heero heard nothing of the others last words as his breath was nearly nonexistent and he was swallowed by the asphyxiation plaguing his mind. Demons filled his head. The huge metal wings ripping from his back as his body fought to change to be with them. All the while his mind screaming against it. Screaming into an emptiness as bones disintegrated for metal. Tendons snapped muscle knotted veins hardened. Heero feeling every nerve ending suffer and throwing that suffering into his ever screaming mind.

He took a deep breath in finally able to let the scream out. His back arched and he felt the bed underneath him as he fell back becoming aware of his body realizing it was all intact. He quickly rolled into the fetal position his hands gripping his stomach. This was a familiar feeling. He'd done to much, way to much. He heard voices calling his name as he fell off the bed and crawled to the bathroom. Well, he wasn't actually sure he was going into the bathroom. Hell he wasn't even sure where he was. He was rewarded with his destination actually being the bathroom and he emptied the contents of his body into the toilet and did about an hour of dry heaving afterwards.

He fell back against the wall sweat coating his body soaking his clothes. He closed his eyes trying to remember where he was and what the hell was going on. A hand struck him across the face. His eyes snapped open full of rage, which emptied as he saw the huge tear stained wide blue eyes.

"Heero how could you do this to us. I thought you were..." Quatre turned into Trowa his body racked with sobs. Trowa just glared down at Heero with contempt. He said nothing as the two left the bathroom.

"Heero." The voice was soft. He new the owner to be Sally Po. He turned to the door where she stood behind Wufei.

"You really shouldn't be up. You almost died today." Heero laughed the little he could as he pushed himself up. He looked at her with a serious face.

"That was the point." Wufei closed his eyes and looked away from the other. Heero pushed past the two.

"I'll be fine. It's not the first time." He sighed as he collapsed onto the bed. "Hey can you hand me my bag?" He turned to the two leaving bodies.

"Why so you can get a fix?" Wufei spat at Heero.

"Wufei!" Sally snapped cutting the other off.

"Yeah." Heero said defeated. Wufei turned to him the anger dissolving as he saw what Heero had become. Po threw Heero his bag and pulled Wufei from the room.

"I put your injector in there. We need to talk about this later. Zechs is on his way." Po said while shutting the door. Heero rubbed his face with his hand.

"This is all I fucken need, a damn intervention." He dosed up and fell asleep.

`I told you he would come.' The voice echoed in his empty mind. Heero recognized the voice from earlier.

"You... I remember...who are you?"

`Just another voice in your head. Maybe, a conscious.' Heero laughed at that.

"I didn't die."

`I told you, you wouldn't.' Heero laughed weakly.

"I can't even kill myself right. So, if you know so much then tell me why all this is happening?" Another long silence.

`A test between two adversaries.' Heero waited expecting more, but that was all.

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" Nothing but a dark laugh that made Heero shudder. Heero tried to wake up.

`Don't think you can awake so easily.'

"What the fuck kind of voice in my head won't let me wake up. What the fuck's going on?" The laugh bellowed through the void of his dream.

`Heero your life is no longer yours.' The voice dropped into something right out of Hellraiser, seeming to move next to his ear.

"Fucken wake up!" Heero screamed to himself. His eyes shot open and he had to fight the urge to brush himself off like the blackness clung to him.

He felt it before he noticed. Eyes staring at him. Someone was with him. The room was dark, but at least some of his training stayed in tact. Heero looked in front of him. The other said nothing. Heero new he was staring right at him.

"So you got here quick." Heero started figuring who it would be. He knew the feeling of Zechs watching him. He did it a lot when Heero would wake up. It was odd maybe a bit uncomfortable, but who was he to talk about bad habits.

"I was already on my way." Zechs voice was distant and cold.

"Why you have some business here." Heero could almost see the other shake his head.

"No I just had a feeling something bad was going to come out of all this...Heero" Heero cut Zechs off before he could say anymore.

"You know Zechs, my favorite thing about you is you never said anything about my habits."

"That was before your habits almost killed you." Zechs voice burned with anger.

"It wasn't my habits" Heero winced at his words unsure why they just pored out of him.

"I know. " Zechs said cooly. Heero looked away from the shadowed area where Zechs was.

"Did you find Duo?" Heero respected Zechs' shift in topic, but had to stifle a laugh at his answer.

"Would you believe I don't remember. I mean I see things that make me think I did, but I don't know if they're memories or hallucinations."

Zechs sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed and sat next to Heero. The normally icy blue eyes now reminded him of the deep pools of Quatre's eyes.

"Maybe that means something. You can't go through life never knowing if you're awake or asleep." Heero turned away from Zechs

"I've tried convincing myself all it takes is time and I don't need it. When I'm off it..." Heero shook his head. "I need to chase away my demons, to chase away this world. I try Zechs, but I'm a warrior with no war. No mission." Heero looked back towards Zechs who only stared into the blackness that surrounded them.

"I shouldn't have lived through the war. I don't understand peace."

"I'm beginning to see that." Zechs half laughed. Heero reached for his injector. He felt panicked when it wasn't in his hand. He felt the cold on his neck. Heero looked up at Zechs.

"You would destroy this peace in a fit of empty rage without this, that's what your saying correct." Heero nodded as Zechs filled him with liquid indifference. Zechs pushed his lips against Heero's laying Heero back on the bed. He hadn't expected it, but it didn't bother him. He liked the feel of Zechs lips they were soft like, like Duo's when did he kiss Duo. That club.

Zechs pulled away from Heero. It took Heero a moment to realize he'd done so. Zechs' eyes narrowed in contempt. Heero just smiled lost in a hazy peek.

"You need to talk to the others." Zechs said, his face falling calmly neutral. "They are going to have a lot of questions for you."

"Hn." Heero replied as Zechs pulled him up. Heero moved towards the bathroom.

"I need a shower first. It's been awhile, I think." He said as he slid towards the bathroom, shoulder on the wall.

"I'll pick you some clothes." Zechs said.

"Mmm yeah, clothes." Heero murmured back. Heero almost forgot to take his clothes off before he got in the shower. Zechs turned the water on and kindly remind him. Heero passed out a couple of times head resting on the wall as the water pounded on his body. He shut off the water knowing people were waiting on him to answer questions he probably wouldn't have any answers for.

He stepped out of the shower and put on the faded jeans that once fit him snugly and now hung on his hips. The shirt was dark blue turtle neck. He half smiled that Zechs had wanted to hide the marks they all had seen. The shirt was about the same length of the shirt he'd been wearing earlier. Raise the arms and the boxers would be seen, but what did he care. He picked up the clothes he'd been wearing and noticed the blood stains around the neck.

He dropped the hand full and fell to his knees as he saw Duo's bloody smile. He ran his hand through his wet hair feeling the cold sweat spreading on his body.

"That couldn't have been real." He whispered. "How did I not notice." He looked up at he door which felt so far away.

"My hand." He held the wrapped appendage in front of his face. "Yeah, my hand" He said almost whimsically. Heero's eyes darted back to the door.

"He will.. again." Heero heard the almost silent voices on the other side of the large hunk of wood. He could barely make out the words, but could tell there was hate in both.

"I won't...him." Heero could tell Zechs voice.

"And... you...stop......no...over." The other growled. Heero laid his ear on the door to get a better listen.

"I...control.... tricks...keep... mine." The other laughed darkly at Zechs words. Heero opened the door. Zechs stood in the middle of the room arms crossed sulking.

"Were you talking to someone? I know I heard your voice." Zechs smiled coldly at Heero.

"Heero, you hear things all the time." He threw Heero the injector, which Heero caught automatically. "I'm sure that doesn't help your little voices."

Heero rolled his eyes half snarling at Zechs as he reached in his bag and pulled out a beat up black baseball cap he also stole from Duo's old place. Heero a hit off a capsule and grabbed a couple, his wallet, and some cash before he left the room. He put the injector in his back pocket along with the capsules and wallet in the other.

"Going out tonight." Zechs asked as he followed Heero down the hall.

"I forgot why I was here for a couple days." Heero said blandly as he walked down stairs.

"So, you'll go look for Duo tonight." Heero just kept walking lost in another world. Heero stopped in the large entranceway. Zechs took the lead taking him in to the even larger dining room, which was set with the same table and chairs as in Gone with the Wind, of course Heero only remembered seeing the movie once when Quare forced him to watch it.

Heero sighed as he looked around the table. Wufei and Po sat on the far side and Quare and Trowa sat almost across from them, except the seat to the right of Wufei which was opened for Zechs and the head of the table next to Zechs and Quare for him. Heero pulled the cap down a little further as he took his seat.

Silence took the room as the help set the table with food and left. Heero looked at the salad, steak, potatoes, and fresh bread that sat in front of him.

"Looks good." He said unconvincingly.

"Then why don't you eat some." Quare suggested worriedly. Heero sighed.

"I'm not really hungry." Heero said knowing it wouldn't be long before this turned all bad.

"Heero you really should eat something." This from Po. Heero closed his eyes letting himself slip into the trance like effect from the drug. Resting his head back on the chair.

"He's already got his fill on that liquid diet of his."

"Wufei!" Sally barked.

"I'm not saying anything that we all aren't thinking. My goal was to be stronger than you Heero. You were stronger than any of us could ever be. Now look at you." Heero smiled wistfully.

"I'm sorry your futures crumbled Wufei." Wufei growled something as he looked back down at his food.

"How long have you been doing this?" Trowa asked steadily. Heero noticed Zechs look up also wondering.

"Four years."

"It's almost like Duo." Quatre gasped. "To believe that once we knew everything about each other. I..I thought you just started. Four years." Quare sighed the last. Silence again took over the table. Heero grabbed the wine glass taking it all down in one gulp.

"Well, if that's it then I'll be going." Wufei stood up before Heero could and he was yelling, full of a shaking rage.

"Why are you doing this to yourself. We all missed Duo, but do you think he really wants to see you like this. You act like you're the only one suffering." Heero felt the searing venom coursing into his blood stream. He reached into his back pocket his hand shacking as he struggled for the injector.

"You can't function without it. You can't even talk to me without your fucking drugs." Wufei went on. Heero stared at him his eyes conveying his seriousness. His voice even empty.

"Shut up Wufei. Stop now." Wufei was on a roll and wasn't going to let up.

"You're so fucking tragic Heero, you can't even deal with the fact Duo left when it was you who made him leave. You who was so cold and distant. You who can't even go a day in the real world." Heero moved before he actually knew what he was doing. He threw the dining room table on its side. He slammed Wufei into the wall.

"You gave up. You never cared." Heero screamed at Wufei. "You all have your lives all I have is fading memories." Heero's hand smashed into Wufei's face. "I am the only one suffering." He screamed like the mad man he was. His fist crashing over and over into Wufei's face like an enraged hockey player. The arm took him around the neck pulling him away from Wufei's bloody face as Wufei slid down the wall. Heero was still screaming.

"I"ll fucking kill you next time Chang. You ever talk to me like that again I'll fucking kill you!" Zechs reached into Heero's back pocket and emptied the rest of the capsule into him. Zechs sat on the steps in the front room holding Heero by the neck keeping Heero's back on his chest till the younger man quit struggling. The whole time whispering calming words to the other.

Heero sat with his elbows on his knees pulling the cap down as he calmed. Zechs rubbed his back in small circles. Heero looked down at the hand that had bludgeoned Chang. The knuckles were swollen and bloody.

"Fuck." He sighed knowing he fucked up nicely.

"Heero!" Heero looked up slowly at the fuming Arabian. "You broke Wufei's nose, broke open his lip, and knocked out 3 of his teeth. What the hell is wrong with you?" Zechs stood up.

"You seem to think that Wufei was not out of line." Zechs said flatly. Heero took that as a sign. He went upstairs grabbed his bag threw his toiletries and his old clothes in it. He didn't figure he'd be back. He didn't really want to come back. He walked down the stairs. The argument had moved into the dinning room he could hear the firm gentlemanly discussion taking place between Quatre and Zechs. Neither was able to give into the others views.

Heero walked out silently figuring he'd get in touch sometime or die in the streets. It didn't matter now. He walked the five miles into town it was about two in the morning when he got to the French Quarter. He was shocked to seethe bars still opened, but shrugged and walked into the first bar he saw. He laughed when he recognized it as the one he'd seen in his memories.

"So it was real after all."

He moved to the only open seat at the bar. He put his bag between his legs and put his hands on the bar. He looked down and laughed. His left hand all bandaged up and his right swollen from Chang's face. He got the bar tenders attention. She wasn't bad looking. Short with short black hair and a nice smile.

"What can I get you sweet heart?" Heero raised an eyebrow at her words and the way she smiled so wide at him.

"A beer, vodka. I don't even care right now." She smiled and handed him a small glass with dark liquid in it.

"It's scotch. It's good and quick to make you forget." He nodded to as he took a long drink and she walked away. He tried waving her down when he realized he hadn't paid, but she didn't seem to notice him. He smiled taking another long drink from the glass. The scotch was hitting the spot, although he winced every time he took a drink always trying to grab in with his right hand. He knew he broke a few knuckles, but Wufei deserved it. He told Wufei to shut up. Heero sighed.

"How did things get so fucked up." He through the rest of the scotch back letting it burn into him and the bartender seemed to appear out of nowhere. She grabbed a bottle and filled up the glass. He nodded and she set the rest of the bottle next to his glass.

"Hey I didn't..." Heero started and she was gone already. "No one listens anymore." He mumbled into his emptying glass.

Hands moved up Heero's back and massaged his shoulders. That dark low voice entered his ears.

"Ah, Mr. Yuy. How nice to see you again."

"Duo." Heero breathed as he caught the smell like winter that seemed to follow the other. He felt the weight of he braid on his arm and Duo's lips against his ear.

"I thought maybe you gave up. It's been a few days." Duo's voice was that playful evil. Duo's hands moved down Heero's arms, Duo grabbed his wrists lifting up his hands.

"And what happened here?" Heero half laughed.

"Things just don't turn out the way they're suppose to." Heero pulled his left hand away taking down the whole glass, then filled it to the brim and took it down again. He was dimly aware of Duo's hand sliding down the front of his body. He stifled a choke as the hand rubbed down the front of his pants. Duo shook the bag between Heero's legs.

"So you're leaving." Heero picked the bottle up and filled the glass while catching his breath. .

"No." He said flatly. Duo's tongue licked along Heero's ear.

"Is this the way it was suppose to turn out." Heero closed his eyes loving the feel of Duo touching him. The sound of his voice. The way he moved against him.

Heero opened his eyes to see the bartender setting down a beer and smiling an odd smile past him.

"Wha.." Heero was cut off by his stool spinning around so he was facing Duo. He reflexively went for his bag, but Duo pushed himself against Heero pinning him to the bar. Duo's lips brushed against his as he whispered.

"Nothing will happen to it, while I'm with you." Duo cut off any of Heero's thoughts as Duo's mouth moved against his. Duo's tongue making itself at home in Heero's mouth. Duo's hands moved up the front of Heero's shirt he wanted to fight against Duo, but couldn't. It didn't even bother him if others watched. It felt so good to have Duo with him.

Duo's hands moved up against the neck wounds and Heero almost bit down on Duo's tongue. Duo moaned in Heero's mouth from the slight pressure making Heero forget about anything as his hands moved for Duo. Duo moved his hands to Heero's shoulders pushing away himself away from Heero before he could grab Duo. Heero's breath was labored as he looked at the other with half lidded lust filled eyes. Duo had a vicious little smirked on his face.

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How the fuck did that just happen? Heero thought. There were so many things he wanted to ask Duo, instead he was about to mount him in the middle of a fucking club. Heero reached up to rub his eyes and became painfully aware of his hand again. Zechs was going to kill him for leaving and Quatre and Trowa were gonna be pretty mad too. Then there was Wufei. Oh Chang was going to be way more than pissed. He was almost sure Chang would be out looking for him.

Duo's hand slid up Heero's thigh and he lost all thought. He turned to see Duo leaning over the bar talking to the bar tender. Duo's hand was getting painfully close to Heero's growing hardness. He struggled to think over the feeling. He had to quit doing syn before meeting with Duo, and drinking had to stop. Duo handed him his another glass of scotch and had some drink of his own. Duo walked towards the stairs. Heero sat for a minute then went after him, turned for his bag, and started his mission again.

The people seemed to split for Duo, no one so much as bumped him. Some nodded to him others stared as if he was some god. Heero just followed him drinking his scotch trying not to think of the glares and creepy ass smiles he was getting.

Duo stopped at one of the booths in the farthest darkest corner of the bar. Heero sat down sliding into the corner resting his head back as he finished his scotch. Duo grabbed the empty glass from his hand. Heero's head felt like it was in some fucked up dryer.

"What did you give me?" Duo laughed and it seemed more of a growl. "I didn't give you anything. The bartender gave you about half a bottle of scotch. Why, you don't like it?" Heero went to talk and felt Duo's hand on his leg. But it felt like so much more as the liquor mixed with the syn, like his hand touched deeper places.

"W-Why is..it like this a-again." Heero struggled with words. Duo put his lips to Heero's. Duo's hands moving under Heero's shirt. Heero couldn't fight him. His limbs felt detached.

"I can't even touch you." Heero hissed the words as Duos mouth licked along his chest. Duo's hand moved along the erection protected by Heero's pants. Heero's head tipped back his arms rested where he'd been unable to move them along the back cushion spread on either side of him. Heero felt Duo biting along his stomach. His nails grazing along his sides. Heero bit his lip at the feel. He was painfully hard as Duo toyed easily with his body. He felt Duo's mouth licking around his pants. Heero wished more than anything he could pull them off. His mind flowed in endless pleasure. He felt Duo pull him from his pants.

"Duo..ah..." Heero sighed as he felt Duo take him in his mouth. His nails racked down Heero's chest as his tongue played over the tip and his other hand massaged the shaft. Heero moaned in pleasure mixed with exquisite pain. Duo bit down and a sharp sting made his stomach, but it only added to the sensation. Heero felt himself coming close to releasing. He wanted to warn Duo. Fuck he'd never done anything like this before.

"Duo...I'm....Duo..." Heero felt his body shudder and himself explode in Duo's mouth who didn't seem to mind. His head swirled in euphoria as he slowly leaned it forward. His eyes somewhat focused.

"Zechs." He mouthed with a half lidded smile as he saw the other standing about 5 ft from the two. His eyes glinting like an icy Hell. Duo slid up Heero's body blocking Zechs from view and kissed Heero. Heero kissed back tasting his seed and Duo. Duo zipped Heero back up and was tossed away by Zechs who pulled Heero to his feet with a hard grip on his arms shaking him.

"Is this what you want Heero. You want to be just another toy for this fucking demon." Heero's head lolled to both sides. Zechs leaned forward sniffing Heero and laughed.

"Liquor. You got him drunk and drugged." Duo pulled Heero from Zechs.

"No. He does that well enough himself." Duo growled. "Your not taking him from me Zechs." Heero felt Duo's tongue licking on his neck. He closed his eyes not really sure what the hell was happening, only that he didn't care as long as Duo touched him.

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ahh yeah well shit man this story is gonna get so jacked up….it's just takin so long cause I wrote it once and it fell into shit…the plot…so I have major reconstructive surgery goin on…ah but I'll get on it this weekend….