Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Hoobastank Conspiracy Arc #3: Pieces ❯ Chapter 1
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By: KentraShinataku02 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 07.19.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 288 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 07.19.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 288 | Status: Completed
Title: The Hoobastank Conspiracy Arc #3: Pieces: Part One
Author: Kentra Shinataku
Anime: Gundam Wing
Rating: PG-13/NC-17
Pairings: 5x2, 2x3x2; mentions of past 1x3 & 1x2
Warnings: Angst, mentions of NCS, Sap, lemon, Heero bastardization, language, post-war setting, abuse
Category: Angst
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: I own nothing.. at least not Gundam Wing or any of Hoobastank's songs.
Summary: Duo flees to escape the truth, but only had one place to run... to the past.
Notes: Each song in this arc is supposed to be a songfic from the Hoobastank CD, but this one was more based off of the sound/feel of the music, and not so much the words (though they did have a big part) so this isn't really a songfic. It's just sort of based from the music (Hoobastank, Track #4, Pieces).
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The Hoobastank Conspiracy Arc #3
Pieces: Part One
He woke without opening his eyes, feeling the darkness pressing against his skin and his closed eyelids. No light was washing in from the window, meaning it was still very early morning. Had the previous night been a dream, could he have been so lucky to avoid a real situation with only a nightmare lingering behind?
One eye opened, slowly taking in the darkness of the living room. He was still leaning across Wufei's shoulder where he had fallen asleep in the nightmare of last night. So it had been real. That encounter... Wufei knew, Wufei heard the whole story.
Both Duo's eyes shot open, suddenly fully aware of his situation, his very _vulnerable_ situation. Taking one look at Wufei, he removed himself from his peacefully sleeping fiancé and gave himself a shake. He had told Wufei. He knew. He saw. He... It was enough to push _anybody_ away, knowing what Heero had done to him. Wufei would be upset with him, no matter what he had spoken in reassurance. He had to get out of there, had to leave before Wufei woke. But where could he go?
Duo dashed from the room, throwing aside his natural, feline grace to be taken by panic, ramming his knee into a table and hip into the banister on his way up the staircase.
For a few minutes, he had no destination, but he stopped as he passed the upstairs vidphone. He knew just who he needed to call. Someone who understood, who shared in what he had gone through. Trowa.
'But..'
'Shut up,' his inner demon scolded, 'just dial the damn phone.'
Before he knew what was happening, a tired, but calm image of Trowa was splayed on the vidscreen before him. His eyes wide and hands groping loose strands of hair anxiously, Duo spoke, aware of the heightened octaves his tone was taking.
"Trowa, are you still with Heero?"
<No. Duo, what's going on?>
"I need somewhere to go, I need to go, now. I can explain when I get there," Duo chattered. Trowa nodded, speaking quietly in comfort while Duo scribbled directions onto the palm of hand, beginning to feel tremors run through his spine as he did so.
<It's okay. I know what you're going through.>
Duo vaguely heard the last words Trowa had spoken before he ran to grab his emergency duffel bag from his closet. Funny that though the war was over and there wasn't much expectation for an immediate evacuation, he couldn't get rid of his soldiers' habits. He dug his car keys from the top drawer and dropped them twice on the way back down the stairway, grasping them again with trembling fingers.
Starting towards the door, he peered over his shoulder at his fiancé. Only once had he left him like this. He had had to leave for a mission, and though it was the unavoidable fate of soldiers, he hadn't even bothered to say goodbye. Wufei was upset that he hadn't waken him. Did he really want to make the same mistake twice, to stab him in the wound that might still be bleeding? No. No matter what, he still loved Wufei. He always would.
He dropped his light duffel bag noiselessly on the wooded floor, grabbing a pen and paper from the kitchen counter. Searching his mind for the little Chinese he had picked up during their time together, he balanced the pen in his shaking fingers and began constructing the pinyin strokes to form 'wo ai ni'. He knew that it was most likely incorrect, but Wufei would be able to decipher his sloppy strokes, reading them as they were intended. That's just how he was.
Leaving the kitchen, his bare feet padding over the dark carpeted floor of the living room, he slowly persuaded the paper between his lover's fingers. Wufei didn't even shift in his sleep. Duo's panic leapt, soaring to a high he couldn't control, and he backed up into the coffee table, surprisingly not knocking anything over.
On his way from the door, he briefly toyed with the idea of flicking on a light to grab Wufei's attention when he woke, but when he flipped the switch, the lights remained dark in their sockets. The vidphone lines must have recommenced but the general power was still out, he realized; even the street lights outside were dull and unlit. Wufei would find the scrawled note, that would be enough. It had to be. Without a glance back, Duo closed the door behind him, walking away from this life, sinking away from all of the answers.
He didn't even realize that he had forgotten his shoes until he had backed the car out of the driveway. It didn't matter though, he couldn't go back now to retrieve them. Besides, he probably had a spare set in his duffel bag.
Duo drove aimlessly, not paying any mind to the scribbles on his palm. He turned down random roads, heading only in the vague direction of Trowa's home as if blind emotion, blind _need_ would guide him on it's own. If anybody understood what Heero had done to him, it was Trowa.
His speedometer was reaching levels that the lonely side roads had likely never seen, but he didn't care, everything had started to blur, anyways. If he had never been to Trowa's before, he would have been very lost, but he had taken these roads once before, the last time he'd had to endure Heero. Well, not quite the _same_ roads, because last time he had traveled mainstream and Trowa had driven.
Duo hadn't known then, that Trowa and Heero were together, and had a rather unpleasant welcome. However, much to his surprise, Trowa hadn't seemed thrilled with his supposed lover's presence, either. When Duo had a moment alone with Trowa, he had to find out what was going on.
~/"Trowa?" he called quietly down the hallway, "Can I talk to you?"
"I'm busy, can it wait?" Trowa's voice returned, unsteady and hesitant. Duo followed the voice into the entrance of the bathroom. Placing a hand lightly against the cracked door frame, he let Trowa's barely concealed body consume his thoughts.
"No, actually it can't."
He stared, unashamed, at the thin boy's boxer clad body. It was covered in bruises. There were cuts just above the rifts of his hip bones, distinct crests severed by fingernails. Trowa realized the special attention Duo was showing to his markings and seemed to cringe. Or maybe Duo was seeing things.
"I don't want you to see me like this," Trowa muttered, embarrassed.
"Heero did this to you?" Duo asked, ignoring the disconcerted look hovering about Trowa. Trowa's eyes sharpened like a dagger, but he offered a short nod.
"So, I guess he'll never really love any of us, huh?" Duo continued, pulling off his own black t-shirt to show him the scars that Heero had bestowed upon his own battered body. Of course, there were quite a few inflicted by the war, but battle injuries don't often leave marks the shape of fingernails.
Duo studied the other boy's bruises and cuts, ones that were so familiar that Duo could feel them on his own skin. The way that the bruises decorated his body was such a memorable pattern, there was no doubt in Duo's mind that it had been Heero to paint this pain. Duo inched nearer to Trowa, showing each other what only they as Heero's prey could understand.
The braided boy extended a quivering hand, and to his astonishment, Trowa didn't withdraw when he ran his fingers over a slash at the base of his ribs.
"Did he use his-?"
"Yes," Trowa responded before Duo could utter the word 'knife'.
Duo nodded in understanding, turning so that his companion could inspect the similar marks on his shoulders and the foot of his back. Trowa surprised both Duo and himself by smoothing his nimble fingertips over the pale streaks of slightly raised skin just above his hip.
"How touching," a harsh voice barked from outside the small bathroom, "my two _playthings_ want a turn with each other. Trowa, I want to see you claim his worthless ass."/~
Duo slowed the car to a semi-legal speed, searching the area for just the right street to turn down. He was, honestly, very lost, but he could figure it out. Trowa had given him directions, after all. Releasing the steering wheel with his left hand, he peered down at his palm, only to find that in his fervor, the directions had sweat off in the friction between his hand and the wheel. With a sigh, he pulled the car over and retrieved his cell phone from his pocket. He flipped out the voice panel and the miniature vidscreen panel, pressing 'm3' as he threw himself against his seat with a thump.
Trowa flickered onto the screen and stared soberly at Duo.
"Where the fuck am I, Tro?" Duo held the phone so that Trowa could see the street and his surroundings. When he brought the phone back so that he could see Trowa's face, he noticed the ashen circles seated beneath his eyes.
"Keep going down the street you are, turn left at Verdes Street. Drive down that way about two minutes and you should recognize where you are. My address is 16 Midori Ave. Calm down a little, Heero isn't here." Duo nodded, dumbstruck that Trowa could read him so well.
"See you soon," he said, disconnecting the call.
Duo started down the road again, slower now that his destination had been determined. However, the lack of speed was leaving room in the spaces his adrenaline had occupied, drowning him with his nervous heartbeat and trembling hands.
As he edged his was onto Verdes Street, a sudden realization hit him. He had definitely traveled this same street before. All of the little restaurants and knick knack shops lined this street, even the one that he had puked out front of after too many drinks.
Absently, he slowed the car more as he neared Midori Ave. That feeling was inside him again, the one he hated, that dragged him down no matter how hard he tried to stay afloat. Fear, an emotion that caused only itself, that forced it's victim to choke and suffocate.
He tried to convince himself that he needed this. Of course he did. Trowa knew what it was like to be just another pawn in a wild game, just a worthless broken toy. Wufei had never experienced-- wouldn't be able to fathom what their minds and bodies had gone through at that time. He was doing the right thing, right?
Wrong.
He loved Wufei, loved him more than he could express with words or actions, yet he had walked out, left him alone on the couch with nothing but three words inscribed on a scrap of paper. Three words swimming in a sea of hurt and apology.
Wufei would be awake by now, judging by the fact that the sun had risen. He didn't know the time for sure; the car clock was broken and permanently stuck on 6:52 p.m. What would Wufei be thinking now?
'Well,' Duo thought ruefully, 'if he wasn't already pissed at me from everything I said last night, he'll really hate me now.'
He couldn't lose the person he loved to an onslaught of ridiculous memories, Flicking his cell phone open, his fingers danced rapidly over the keypad. He neglected to open the mini screen, too ashamed of what he would see in Wufei's eyes, as the line began to ring.
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Duo: ...
Kentra: What?
Wufei: You were right when you told me not to get used to the sap that was in the last story of this arc.
Kentra: Yep.
Heero: And you _still_ haven't told my side of the story, you're just making me look worse.
Kentra: Well, I gotta do what I gotta do. ::shrugs::
Duo: But...
Kentra: Hm?
Duo: ::sighs:: Just go write Part 2.
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Author: Kentra Shinataku
Anime: Gundam Wing
Rating: PG-13/NC-17
Pairings: 5x2, 2x3x2; mentions of past 1x3 & 1x2
Warnings: Angst, mentions of NCS, Sap, lemon, Heero bastardization, language, post-war setting, abuse
Category: Angst
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: I own nothing.. at least not Gundam Wing or any of Hoobastank's songs.
Summary: Duo flees to escape the truth, but only had one place to run... to the past.
Notes: Each song in this arc is supposed to be a songfic from the Hoobastank CD, but this one was more based off of the sound/feel of the music, and not so much the words (though they did have a big part) so this isn't really a songfic. It's just sort of based from the music (Hoobastank, Track #4, Pieces).
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The Hoobastank Conspiracy Arc #3
Pieces: Part One
He woke without opening his eyes, feeling the darkness pressing against his skin and his closed eyelids. No light was washing in from the window, meaning it was still very early morning. Had the previous night been a dream, could he have been so lucky to avoid a real situation with only a nightmare lingering behind?
One eye opened, slowly taking in the darkness of the living room. He was still leaning across Wufei's shoulder where he had fallen asleep in the nightmare of last night. So it had been real. That encounter... Wufei knew, Wufei heard the whole story.
Both Duo's eyes shot open, suddenly fully aware of his situation, his very _vulnerable_ situation. Taking one look at Wufei, he removed himself from his peacefully sleeping fiancé and gave himself a shake. He had told Wufei. He knew. He saw. He... It was enough to push _anybody_ away, knowing what Heero had done to him. Wufei would be upset with him, no matter what he had spoken in reassurance. He had to get out of there, had to leave before Wufei woke. But where could he go?
Duo dashed from the room, throwing aside his natural, feline grace to be taken by panic, ramming his knee into a table and hip into the banister on his way up the staircase.
For a few minutes, he had no destination, but he stopped as he passed the upstairs vidphone. He knew just who he needed to call. Someone who understood, who shared in what he had gone through. Trowa.
'But..'
'Shut up,' his inner demon scolded, 'just dial the damn phone.'
Before he knew what was happening, a tired, but calm image of Trowa was splayed on the vidscreen before him. His eyes wide and hands groping loose strands of hair anxiously, Duo spoke, aware of the heightened octaves his tone was taking.
"Trowa, are you still with Heero?"
<No. Duo, what's going on?>
"I need somewhere to go, I need to go, now. I can explain when I get there," Duo chattered. Trowa nodded, speaking quietly in comfort while Duo scribbled directions onto the palm of hand, beginning to feel tremors run through his spine as he did so.
<It's okay. I know what you're going through.>
Duo vaguely heard the last words Trowa had spoken before he ran to grab his emergency duffel bag from his closet. Funny that though the war was over and there wasn't much expectation for an immediate evacuation, he couldn't get rid of his soldiers' habits. He dug his car keys from the top drawer and dropped them twice on the way back down the stairway, grasping them again with trembling fingers.
Starting towards the door, he peered over his shoulder at his fiancé. Only once had he left him like this. He had had to leave for a mission, and though it was the unavoidable fate of soldiers, he hadn't even bothered to say goodbye. Wufei was upset that he hadn't waken him. Did he really want to make the same mistake twice, to stab him in the wound that might still be bleeding? No. No matter what, he still loved Wufei. He always would.
He dropped his light duffel bag noiselessly on the wooded floor, grabbing a pen and paper from the kitchen counter. Searching his mind for the little Chinese he had picked up during their time together, he balanced the pen in his shaking fingers and began constructing the pinyin strokes to form 'wo ai ni'. He knew that it was most likely incorrect, but Wufei would be able to decipher his sloppy strokes, reading them as they were intended. That's just how he was.
Leaving the kitchen, his bare feet padding over the dark carpeted floor of the living room, he slowly persuaded the paper between his lover's fingers. Wufei didn't even shift in his sleep. Duo's panic leapt, soaring to a high he couldn't control, and he backed up into the coffee table, surprisingly not knocking anything over.
On his way from the door, he briefly toyed with the idea of flicking on a light to grab Wufei's attention when he woke, but when he flipped the switch, the lights remained dark in their sockets. The vidphone lines must have recommenced but the general power was still out, he realized; even the street lights outside were dull and unlit. Wufei would find the scrawled note, that would be enough. It had to be. Without a glance back, Duo closed the door behind him, walking away from this life, sinking away from all of the answers.
He didn't even realize that he had forgotten his shoes until he had backed the car out of the driveway. It didn't matter though, he couldn't go back now to retrieve them. Besides, he probably had a spare set in his duffel bag.
Duo drove aimlessly, not paying any mind to the scribbles on his palm. He turned down random roads, heading only in the vague direction of Trowa's home as if blind emotion, blind _need_ would guide him on it's own. If anybody understood what Heero had done to him, it was Trowa.
His speedometer was reaching levels that the lonely side roads had likely never seen, but he didn't care, everything had started to blur, anyways. If he had never been to Trowa's before, he would have been very lost, but he had taken these roads once before, the last time he'd had to endure Heero. Well, not quite the _same_ roads, because last time he had traveled mainstream and Trowa had driven.
Duo hadn't known then, that Trowa and Heero were together, and had a rather unpleasant welcome. However, much to his surprise, Trowa hadn't seemed thrilled with his supposed lover's presence, either. When Duo had a moment alone with Trowa, he had to find out what was going on.
~/"Trowa?" he called quietly down the hallway, "Can I talk to you?"
"I'm busy, can it wait?" Trowa's voice returned, unsteady and hesitant. Duo followed the voice into the entrance of the bathroom. Placing a hand lightly against the cracked door frame, he let Trowa's barely concealed body consume his thoughts.
"No, actually it can't."
He stared, unashamed, at the thin boy's boxer clad body. It was covered in bruises. There were cuts just above the rifts of his hip bones, distinct crests severed by fingernails. Trowa realized the special attention Duo was showing to his markings and seemed to cringe. Or maybe Duo was seeing things.
"I don't want you to see me like this," Trowa muttered, embarrassed.
"Heero did this to you?" Duo asked, ignoring the disconcerted look hovering about Trowa. Trowa's eyes sharpened like a dagger, but he offered a short nod.
"So, I guess he'll never really love any of us, huh?" Duo continued, pulling off his own black t-shirt to show him the scars that Heero had bestowed upon his own battered body. Of course, there were quite a few inflicted by the war, but battle injuries don't often leave marks the shape of fingernails.
Duo studied the other boy's bruises and cuts, ones that were so familiar that Duo could feel them on his own skin. The way that the bruises decorated his body was such a memorable pattern, there was no doubt in Duo's mind that it had been Heero to paint this pain. Duo inched nearer to Trowa, showing each other what only they as Heero's prey could understand.
The braided boy extended a quivering hand, and to his astonishment, Trowa didn't withdraw when he ran his fingers over a slash at the base of his ribs.
"Did he use his-?"
"Yes," Trowa responded before Duo could utter the word 'knife'.
Duo nodded in understanding, turning so that his companion could inspect the similar marks on his shoulders and the foot of his back. Trowa surprised both Duo and himself by smoothing his nimble fingertips over the pale streaks of slightly raised skin just above his hip.
"How touching," a harsh voice barked from outside the small bathroom, "my two _playthings_ want a turn with each other. Trowa, I want to see you claim his worthless ass."/~
Duo slowed the car to a semi-legal speed, searching the area for just the right street to turn down. He was, honestly, very lost, but he could figure it out. Trowa had given him directions, after all. Releasing the steering wheel with his left hand, he peered down at his palm, only to find that in his fervor, the directions had sweat off in the friction between his hand and the wheel. With a sigh, he pulled the car over and retrieved his cell phone from his pocket. He flipped out the voice panel and the miniature vidscreen panel, pressing 'm3' as he threw himself against his seat with a thump.
Trowa flickered onto the screen and stared soberly at Duo.
"Where the fuck am I, Tro?" Duo held the phone so that Trowa could see the street and his surroundings. When he brought the phone back so that he could see Trowa's face, he noticed the ashen circles seated beneath his eyes.
"Keep going down the street you are, turn left at Verdes Street. Drive down that way about two minutes and you should recognize where you are. My address is 16 Midori Ave. Calm down a little, Heero isn't here." Duo nodded, dumbstruck that Trowa could read him so well.
"See you soon," he said, disconnecting the call.
Duo started down the road again, slower now that his destination had been determined. However, the lack of speed was leaving room in the spaces his adrenaline had occupied, drowning him with his nervous heartbeat and trembling hands.
As he edged his was onto Verdes Street, a sudden realization hit him. He had definitely traveled this same street before. All of the little restaurants and knick knack shops lined this street, even the one that he had puked out front of after too many drinks.
Absently, he slowed the car more as he neared Midori Ave. That feeling was inside him again, the one he hated, that dragged him down no matter how hard he tried to stay afloat. Fear, an emotion that caused only itself, that forced it's victim to choke and suffocate.
He tried to convince himself that he needed this. Of course he did. Trowa knew what it was like to be just another pawn in a wild game, just a worthless broken toy. Wufei had never experienced-- wouldn't be able to fathom what their minds and bodies had gone through at that time. He was doing the right thing, right?
Wrong.
He loved Wufei, loved him more than he could express with words or actions, yet he had walked out, left him alone on the couch with nothing but three words inscribed on a scrap of paper. Three words swimming in a sea of hurt and apology.
Wufei would be awake by now, judging by the fact that the sun had risen. He didn't know the time for sure; the car clock was broken and permanently stuck on 6:52 p.m. What would Wufei be thinking now?
'Well,' Duo thought ruefully, 'if he wasn't already pissed at me from everything I said last night, he'll really hate me now.'
He couldn't lose the person he loved to an onslaught of ridiculous memories, Flicking his cell phone open, his fingers danced rapidly over the keypad. He neglected to open the mini screen, too ashamed of what he would see in Wufei's eyes, as the line began to ring.
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Duo: ...
Kentra: What?
Wufei: You were right when you told me not to get used to the sap that was in the last story of this arc.
Kentra: Yep.
Heero: And you _still_ haven't told my side of the story, you're just making me look worse.
Kentra: Well, I gotta do what I gotta do. ::shrugs::
Duo: But...
Kentra: Hm?
Duo: ::sighs:: Just go write Part 2.
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