Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Elements ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: Neither Gundam Wing nor its characters are mine. They are the property of
their respective owners. Rhys (when he shows up) is not mine. He is the property of
Laurel K. Hamilton.

Pairings: 2x1 (eventually), 6+1, 5+1, implied 3+4, others to be named Rating: NC-17,
probably Warnings: AU, OOC, probably lemon, semi Duo-bastardization (don't worry, he
gets over it)



The Elements
Chapter 4


Heero ran up to his room, not wanting to face his brothers after leaving them to
talk to Wufei. He knew they didn't approve of Wufei, but Heero liked him. He'd always
had a thing for guys with long hair.

He reached the room and hoped that Duo wasn't back yet -- he really didn't feel
like dealing with the older boy right now. He reached into his pants' pocket for his room
key, and cursed when it wasn't there.

Heero looked around the hall, and, finding no one, put his hand over the
doorknob. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the lock. His mind's eye delved deep,
stopping at the latch. Heero asked it to move, and it did, unlocking the door. He opened
the door and went into the room, satisfied that he had done at least *one* thing right that
day. But it would've been kind of pathetic if he hadn't been able to get the door open.
After all, the doorknob was made of metal, which came from the earth, and he *was*
Earth.

Heero shrugged off his thoughts and walked over to his trunk, sitting down in the
floor in front of it. He unlocked it with the key and opened the lid. He reached inside,
and lifted out the book. It was an ancient book, had been in Heero's family for countless
generations, and now he was its keeper. The book always went to the youngest, and that
was him.

Heero hefted the heavy book in his arms and went to sit on his bed, not bothering
to lock the trunk or even close the lid. He sat Indian-style with the book in his lap. He
opened it to a random page, and his eyes fell on the image of his mother. He traced his
fingers down the line of her jaw. Goddess, how he missed her. He turned the page, and
saw the portrait of his father. His father looked like Legolas in the "Lord of the Rings"
movie, with his aristocratic face, his long blond hair, and his pointed ears.

Heero reached up and felt of his own ears, the points at the top always made him
fell closer to his father. He sighed, and turned to the last page -- the page about him and
his brothers. `The Elements,' it said at the top. `The Elements are ancient creatures, but
mortal. They re-incarnate after death, usually in the form of siblings. There are five
Elements -- Fire, Water, Air, Earth, and Spirit. the are most often born in this order.

`As a result of their tremendous power, the Elements must constantly move.
Legend has it that if they should stay in one area for more than a year, the magic buildup
would result in a portal to other worlds being opened. These other worlds are supposedly
hostile, and the creatures there would take great pleasure in destroying our world.

`At the time of this writing, Fire, Water, and Air have been born. They are my
children. I am currently pregnant with Earth and Spirit.'

The page was signed `Queen Ayiana of the Sidhe Faeries and the Woodland
Elves." His mother -- queen of the faeries by birthright, and of the elves by marriage.

Heero closed the book on his lap. He laughed dryly at the last paragraph his
mother had written. If he didn't laugh, he was going to cry.

Queen Ayiana had indeed been correct about carrying Earth and Spirit. She had
been pregnant with twins -- Heero and his sister, Kali. Kali had died in the womb,
leaving Heero to absorb her power. This made Heero two Elements -- Earth and Spirit.

Heero sighed; he didn't want to think about this right now. He wanted to think
about his date with Wufei tomorrow. It was going to be his first *real* date.

Heero got up from his bed and gently placed his family's Book of Shadows back
in the trunk. He closed the lid and locked it before going over to his closet to pick out
what he was going to wear tomorrow night. He pushed through the numerous uniforms
he had in there -- he'd picked them up when they checked into the school -- but he
couldn't find anything suitable.

Finally, he found the perfect outfit. The jeans were a dark rinse blue, slung low
enough that he would have to wear briefs instead of his usual boxers. The shirt was
white; it had long sleeves and said "Leo" -- his zodiac sign --on it in big blue letters.
Both articles were tight enough that they would showcase his muscles, but loose enough
that he would be able to move and not be labeled "slutty."

Heero knew that Rafe had probably listened to his conversation with Wufei, and
that by now all three of his brothers knew about his date tomorrow night. Rafe was Air
and had most likely manipulated his element to bring Wufei and Heero's conversation
right to his ears. Heero also knew that if his brothers *did* know of his date, at least one
of them would follow him and Wufei, so he didn't want to look slutty. If he looked *too*
good, Leif -- the oldest of the triplets, and Fire -- wouldn't let him go.

***

Duo burst into his room. He had left the cafeteria after Wufei came back to the
table with stars in his eyes and told them that he had a date with Heero Yuy. He wouldn't
-- couldn't -- listen to his best friend wax poetic about another guy. Especially not one
Heero Yuy.

Duo realized that his plan of retreating to the sanctity of his room wasn't a good
one when his eyes fell on Heero's bed, Heero's desk, and finally, the problem himself.
Duo glared at him, putting away his clothes as Duo went to sit on his bed.

Heero had been the first boy Wufei had kissed -- the little slut had made his best
friend gay. he was trying to make *him* gay, too. Duo could tell by the way he was
strutting around the room, being pretty like a girl.

Duo heard Heero say something, and realized that the boy was talking to him.
"What?" he asked.

"I said, I'm going to take a shower. Do you need in the bathroom first?" Heero
repeated.

Duo shook his head, noticing for the first time the towel and nightclothes in
Heero's hand. "No, go ahead."

Heero nodded at this, going into the bathroom and shutting the door. Duo waited
several seconds before rising off the bed and walking over to the picture he had hanged2
on the wall. He took the picture down, and placed it on the floor, peering into the hole it
had been covering.

From his vantage point, Duo could see the entire bathroom. He saw Heero turn
on the shower radio -- Elton John, a queer singer for a queer boy. Then, the harlot went
over to the sink and played with his hair, revealing pointed ears. He brushed his teeth,
and washed his face, while the whole time Duo was thinking `No, Goddamn you! Get
undressed! Take off your Goddamn clothes!'

Duo reached down into his lap to take himself in hand when Heero finally took off
his shirt. The trollop was thin and muscular, decidedly masculine. Duo looked away
from his chest to his face, so he could at least pretend that Heero was a girl. Duo's eyes
were drawn down to the boy's groin as he saw him unbutton his pants. Heero peeled his
jeans down and stepped out of them, revealing his hairless legs and ass. Duo stifled a
moan as Heero, now naked, stepped into the shower.

The shower door was transparent, so Duo could see every bit of Heero as he
bathed. He lathered his hair with strawberry scented shampoo, and then rinsed it off as
the water cascaded over his lithe form. Duo stroked himself faster as Heero soaped his
body. He came with a groan when Heero touched his penis to wash it.

After Duo returned from his orgasmic high, he realized what he had done. He had
jerked off to a boy! Duo couldn't accept this. It wasn't his fault; that little Jezebel was
trying to turn him homo!

Duo zipped up his pants and wiped his hands off on them. Then, he pulled the
bathroom door open -- it wasn't even locked. The little slut probably wanted Duo to
come in there and fuck him in the ass. Well, he was coming in, but not to fuck anyone.

He stormed into the room and threw open the shower door. Heero turned around,
startled, as the water continued to rain on him. Duo didn't wait for him to recover from
his shock before he grabbed his hair and pulled him from the shower. He pushed Heero
away from him, and the boy's head slammed into the base of the toilet.

"How do you like that, queerbait?" Duo asked him, straddling his legs over the
boy's upturned ass. "Did you think you could try to turn me gay and get way with it?
Huh? Did you?" Duo grabbed Heero's hair and banged his head into the floor. "Answer
me when I'm talking to you!"

Duo heard the whore saying something, and leaned down closer to hear. "I'm
sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please, don't hurt me. I'll leave you alone. I'll leave your
friends alone. Hell, I'll change rooms. Just don't kill me." Duo heard him say.

When Duo hear the word "kill", he noticed what he was doing. He saw the blood
on the tile floor -- Heero's blood, that he had put there. He crawled off Heero, and
retreated to the other side of the room. Duo noticed that Heero retreated to the corner
behind the toilet.

"I'm sorry," Duo offered lamely.

"S'okay," Heero answered through hitching sobs. His lip was cut, probably from
one of the bolts holding the toilet to the floor; and right above his eyebrow he was
bleeding, probably for the same reason. Blood was matting in his hair from when he had
slammed into the toilet the first time.

Duo stood up and walked over to Heero, who cowered when he got near. "I'm
really sorry," Duo said, before leaving the bathroom.

***

Heero watched from his place on the floor as Duo walked out of the room. After
he was gone, Heero jumped up to lock the door, before remembering that the latch was
broken. Not wanting to reveal himself as non-human, he dragged Duo's hamper, full of
clothes, in front of the door.

Then he jumped back in the shower to wash the blood off. He did it quickly to
prevent another attack. He got out of the shower, and started to bandage his wounds. It
was odd, but he didn't hate Duo; he felt sorry for him.

He knew he should loathe his would-be rapist, but he just couldn't. Sure, the
remembered feel of Duo's jeans-clad erection filled him with fear, but Duo didn't go
through with it. He didn't rape Heero, though, even when he was holding all the cards
and had all the advantages. Besides, it wasn't Duo's fault he was completely
homophobic and self-hating -- it was his mother's.

Heero knew that Duo would never forgive himself for what he had done, what he
had been about to do. He got dressed and walked out of the bathroom, putting the
hamper back where it had been and turning off the radio. He saw that Duo was asleep
and sighed with relief; this would make his job so much easier.

Heero approached Duo cautiously. When the boy didn't stir, he lay one hand on
Duo's jawline. Then, he whispered one word, "Forget," before sealing it with a kiss to
Duo's forehead.

He walked over to his own bed and climbed in. Heero set his internal clock for
midnight, when he was supposed to meet his brothers. He closed his eyes and went to
sleep, determined not to let them know what happened here.

Selune