Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sunset ❯ Daybreak ( Chapter 5 )

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"Daybreak"

Stunned doesn't begin to describe what Wufei felt at the moment.
Amazement, anger, bewilderment . . . The list went on. As he stood there,
in front of Heero and Trowa, Duo was already downstairs.

"Holy shit . . ." he finally managed. Trowa cleared his throat.

"Wufei, this isn't-"

"Isn't what? This isn't what it seems?!" he retorted, quickly. Not
one being much of a talker in the first place, Trowa was suddenly at a loss
of words.

"No, but-" he tried to continue. Wufei turned his back to the two and
placed his hand on the rail of the stairway, taking a step down.

"Dammit, save it for Quatre, Barton," Wufei replied as he ventured quickly
down the stairs. Trowa's face grew pale. Quickly, he looked at Heero, as
the latter returned the gaze. As they stared deep into the other's eyes,
they were both on their journey back to reality; the sudden guilt of their
actions began taking place. Shit! They both just cheated on their
boyfriends . . .

Quickly, Heero ripped his stare from Trowa and headed to his room, slamming
the door behind him. Trowa still stood in the hallway, and continued to
stand there for another moment. His conscious was finally settling back
into his mind. His stomach began to turn. His throat was beginning to
tighten. He rapidly began to feel light headed. Shit, what was he going
to do? What he and Heero did- twice- was irreversible. Duo knew; Heero's
lover knew. The guilt was currently stabbing violently into his gut,
ripping apart his insides.

The door to Heero's room opened again, and there stood the pilot, dressed
in his traditional tank top and spandex. He closed his door behind him and
walked down the hallway, walking casually by Trowa as if he weren't there.
At the wind of his exit down the stairs, Trowa felt the guilt drive deeper
into his gut; if it wasn't deep enough already.

As Heero reached the bottom of the steps, he saw Duo sitting on the couch,
his knees drawn up to him and his arms wrapped tightly around his legs. He
couldn't see his face; he didn't want too. He was surprised that the
usually uplifted pilot didn't stride out of the house again, as he did
earlier that day. Next to the couch, on one of the two recliners facing
the television was Wufei. Was he talking to Duo? Heero couldn't tell.
Slowly, he took another cautious step towards him, and suddenly, Wufei
stood up from the recliner, spinning around to Heero.

"Don't come any closer," he demanded. With nothing better to do, Heero
obliged, quietly. Duo didn't even lift his head, but instead, rested his
cheek upon his knees, facing away from Heero. The Japanese pilot could
tell that his boyfriend was crying. When he stumbled upon him and Trowa in
the bathroom a few minutes ago, no words needed to be said. Heero had
Trowa pinned against the wall inside the shower, their moans and gasps
blocked out by the loud, hot, running water. What made the situation worse
was that they were joined, Heero into Trowa. Duo's jaw simply dropped, his
hand stiffened around the towels he grabbed. When the two realized that
they were not alone in the bathroom, it had been too late. Duo dropped the
towels and made his escape from the scene. Quickly leaving the shower,
Heero soon found himself face-to-face with Wufei. The rest was history.

Trowa made his way down the steps, and was soon standing behind Heero.
Heero still wouldn't look at him; instead, his eyes were locked onto the
sobbing boy sitting on the couch. He was probably looking for the right
words to begin the long road of explaining something that couldn't be
excused. Trowa knew he'd soon have to start working on his own little
speech for his explanation to Quatre. Great. How was Quatre going to take
it?

Just as Trowa's thoughts were about to wonder onto that aspect, Heero
finally spoke up.

"Duo, koibito [1], I'm sorry," he said in his monotone. Trowa couldn't
tell if there was any feeling in his voice. Only Duo would be able to
tell.

"Don't call me that," Duo managed to choke out. He was biting his lip.
Heero quickly cast his head down and stared at the floor.

"I'm sorry . . . I'm sorry . . . I'm sorry . . ." he repeated. If the last
statement didn't contain any emotion, this one sure did. Yet, Duo didn't
budge. He continued to hug his knees tightly, keeping his face away from
Heero. Wufei still stood, looking down at Duo, his expression unreadable.

"Why did you do it?" Duo finally asked. Heero kept staring at the floor,
his hands at his sides curling into tight, white-knuckled fists. Trowa
felt a lump grow in his throat again. What Heero was going to say would
affect them both, if not all.

"I . . . I don't . . ." the Perfect Soldier couldn't find the right words.
Trowa felt a deep sinking feeling inside his chest, feeling as if his heart
was beginning to sink into his stomach.

"It didn't mean anything, Duo," Heero finally said. At those words, Trowa
felt his heart skip a beat. A nail was rammed into it, blood was seeping
into his stomach, and his head wasn't receiving enough blood. His face
grew pale as his hands trembled slightly. Duo remained silent, as Wufei's
eyes narrowed at Heero.

"I didn't mean to; it meant nothing!" Heero repeated himself. Every word
of his sentence was another nail into Trowa's heart.

"It meant nothing . . . I only love you, Duo," continued Heero. Trowa felt
himself slowly backing away, until he felt the back of his calves hit the
bottom step. With a stumble, he sat onto the steps and placed his arms at
his side, set firmly onto the step. He heard Duo sob in agony.

"Then why the FUCK did you do it!?" the American called. Wufei, having
seen Trowa back away slowly onto the bottom step, sat back down, gradually,
onto the recliner. He folded his legs onto the seat of the large chair,
resting an elbow on his knee. Heero still stood behind the couch, his
nails almost digging into his skin.

"I did it . . . Because I was angry . . . Frustrated. I was frustrated at
how many fights we get into," he said.

"DAMMIT and I'm NOT frustrated?! You don't see ME going out and fucking
the first guy I see!!" Duo snapped. Heero bit down on his lip. That was
too true for him to counter.

"Duo . . . I'm sorry," he said again. Finally, Duo sharply whipped his
head around. His cheeks were damped heavily with tears; his eyes red from
crying.

"Apology NOT fucking accepted!!" he yelled. Heero finally looked up and
saw the tear-stained face of his lover. Duo continued.

"Dammit, I know we get into fights! Over the stupidest shit, none the
less! But goddamit, Heero!! Why? Why the fuck did you go and do this?!"
Duo was almost screaming. Just then, Trowa chose the moment to cast his
gaze upwards, at Heero.

Tears were flooding down the Perfect Soldier's face.

There was a long moment's pause. The sound of the over head clock was
ticking, loudly. The rain on the roof of the house was heard. Thankfully,
it was settling down. Though the sun wasn't visible, it was setting. In a
couple of hours or so, it'd be night time. Neither Trowa nor Wufei dared
to break the silence. They wouldn't even move. It was as if they were
immobilized by some unknown force in the room. Duo sniffled a couple of
times; his tears refusing to cease.

". . . Was he a good fuck?"

Heero's eyes widened, as Wufei and Trowa instantly turned their eyes to the
braided pilot.

"Well, was he?" he asked. Heero was in such shock, he couldn't respond as
fast as Duo would've liked him too.

"I bet he was. You looked as if you were really enjoying him," added Duo.

"Dammit Duo! I told you; it meant NOTHING!" yelled Heero. Duo suddenly
started to chuckle; his tears never ceasing to take a rest.

"So did any of our times mean anything? I bet they didn't. You were only
in it for my ass, weren't you?"

Heero strode up to Duo and struck him across the face. Instantly, Wufei
stood up as Duo fell onto the couch.

"Fuck, Duo! I made a mistake! You hear that? A fucking mistake! You act
as if I don't feel any guilt from this! Let me tell you something; I DO
feel guilty! Fuck! It's going to be with me forever! I'll always feel
filthy because of this day, because of those mere hours, I'll always carry
this burden of guilt! Dammit, I know I made the wrong choice; I KNOW what
I did wrong! There's nothing neither you nor I can ever do about it! It's
been done; it's over with . . . dammit, I can't change the past . . . I
know my mistake, Duo . . . Both you and I know it. It's never going to go
away . . ."

Heero could speak no longer. Soon, he was kneeled over the couch, sobbing.

"Let me try to make to make it up to you, Duo! Anything! Anything in the
fucking world!" he sobbed from the couch. Duo slowly sat himself up,
clasping the palm of his hand over his reddening cheek where Heero struck
him. Both Wufei and Trowa locked their gazes onto him and awaited his
answer, anxiously.

Sluggishly, Duo stood up from the couch; his face damp, his eyes still red,
strands of hair escaping the confinement of his braid, and his clothes
still moist from the rain. He looked down at Heero.

"I'm staying in a hotel for a few nights," he said, his voice strangely
calm. Heero still lay over the couch and continued to sob. Silently, Duo
made his way across the living room and towards the steps. He stopped in
front of Trowa and stared down at him, straight in his eyes. It felt as if
Duo was silently ripping apart Trowa's soul with his gaze; giving all of
his anger to the silent boy. Finally, he ripped away his gaze and ventured
up the stairs, quietly. Trowa hung his head in pain, unaware of the hot
tears streaming down his cheeks.

Duo was back down the steps about half an hour later. His face was washed,
and he carried a small luggage case with him. Trowa still sat at the
bottom step and easily moved aside to let him through. Still silent, Duo
walked across the living room to the closet door. Wordlessly, he reached
in and grabbed another one of his jackets, slipping it on casually. Heero
had stopped sobbing, and was now sitting in the couch, his position exactly
the same as Duo's as when he came down the stairs earlier. Wufei continued
to sit in the recliner, not daring to break the heavier silence. Finally,
Duo turned to face them all with his hand on the door knob.

"I'll be back in a few days," he said, his voice emotionless. Just as he
turned the door knob, the door seemed to open itself. Suddenly, Duo took a
startled step back.

"I'm sorry, Duo. Were you just about to leave?" asked Quatre. He had
returned home.

"Quatre," Duo began. His throat tightened. Quatre smiled at him and
stepped aside.

"Are you about to go on a trip? I'm sorry; the taxi is still waiting if
you'd like a ride," he said. Duo nodded slowly.

"Thanks," he mumbled as he walked towards the taxi. Quatre then stepped
inside the house, holding his luggage case. The house seemed awfully quiet
"Trowa!" he said, smiling widely at the boy at the bottom steps. Trowa's
eyes widened as he stood up. Heero and Wufei all turned their eyes to the
front of the door. Only two words could be said in their minds. Oh.
Shit.

"Quatre . . . What are you doing home so early? You just left yesterday
evening . . ." Trowa said, quietly. Quatre nodded, closing the door behind
him.

"Yes. I called earlier this afternoon, but I don't think anyone was home.
Did you receive my message? I meant to inform you that I was due back home
this evening, but then I decided to keep it as a surprise," he said, his
warm smile never disappearing from his face. At that, Wufei stood up
abruptly from the recliner.

"Fuck this," he said as he quickly went up the stairs. His bedroom door
could be heard, slamming shut. Quatre tilted his head, puzzled.

"I'm sorry, did I walk in on something . . .?" he asked. Trowa kept
silent. Finally, Heero stood up from the couch and silently followed
Wufei's path; up the steps and into his room, his door slamming also.
Quatre frowned.

"What happened, love? Why was Duo leaving?" he asked. Trowa walked up to
him and wrapped his arms around the small blonde, holding him closely.

"He and Heero had a fight. Heero cheated on him; slept with someone else,"
he whispered. Quatre's eyes widened as he gasped lightly.

"Oh my God . . . Will Duo be all right?" he asked. Trowa forced a painful
smile to the blonde.

"He'll be fine, love. So will Heero. They just need some time apart," he
said. Quatre nodded slowly, and then wrapped his arms around the tall
brunette, nuzzling his chest lightly.

"I missed you, love," he whispered. Trowa nodded slowly.

"Out of curiosity, who did Heero sleep with . . .?" asked the Arabian. At
that, Trowa let out a deep sigh, and held him closer.

"I don't know."

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[1] Lover, or boyfriend/girlfriend; sweetheart