Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Yin And Yang ❯ Chapter III ( Chapter 3 )

Yin and Yang
By Cobalt 27

Summary: AU. 1 equals 2; 3 equals 4; 5 equals M. Heero has no choice but to move to a new school in the middle of his sophomore year and is in for a few surprises. Between going from being a loner to one of the most popular guys, finding that he’s more comfortable with homosexuality than he thought, and meeting a nymphomaniac who has a deeper side to him Heero realizes he’s in for one hell of a semester.Warning: Drinking, drugs, smoking, sex, swearing, angst and mature adult themes. Hilde and Catherine are 100 percent OOC but I hope you all like my version of their high school girly-ness.Disclaimer: I do not own or have any claim to Gundam Wing, its characters, logos or its affiliations; they belong to Bandai and their affiliated companies. I do not own or have claim to bus names, street names, school names, mascots or logos. I do not own or have claim to the high school that appears in this story. I do not own or have claim to the malls, store names or their logos that appear in this story. I do not own or have claim to songs, lyrics, movies and movie characters, actors, singers or bands that appear in this story. I own all original characters that do not appear in any anime/manga owned by Bandai or their affiliated companies.

“So, I’ve decided to go to the party.” Heero announced to Trowa, Quatre, Relena and Hilde (and whoever else was listening to him though he doubted it was anyone else).

Heero, Trowa, Quatre, Wufei and Meilan, Relena, Dorothy, Hilde, Catherine and (unfortunately) Duo were sitting at four tables at the food court in the mall with some other people they met up with. An entire week had passed with Heero hanging out with his new friends so Friday was here yet again. This time, however, Heero did not have a detention slip so he was able to join his friends at the mall for some after school time. Heero had been slightly interested in this all week because he now had a chance to see what his friends were like outside of school.

“That’s good,” Hilde smiled. “You’ll have fun, I promise. Even if you are straightedge. Meilan’s straightedge and she loves going to the parties.”

“That’s because,” Meilan leaned over from the table to Heero’s right, “when everyone is stoned out of their minds I’m the only sober one debating world issues. Though, I’ll never understand how Treize and Zechs can still speak perfect Latin when stoned.”

And the truth came out. So there were drugs involved at this party. Heero was positive he wasn’t the drug type and had slightly regretted informing people he was going to attend the party. However, it was a new experience he probably would never have had the chance to partake in if he had stayed at his old high school, friendless. Though, he promised himself right then and there that he wasn’t going to take drugs from anyone. It just didn’t seem right.

But, had Heero heard Meilan correctly?

“Latin?”

“Yeah,” Meilan smiled, “Trowa, Quatre, Wufei, Zechs, Noin, Treize, Une and I think Duo too, and me of course, we can all speak fluent Latin. And for some reason Zechs and Treize can speak it stoned without screwing up the pronunciations or the inflections.”

Heero noticed then another small group of people walk toward them, a thin black haired male youth in the front of the crowd swinging his hips. He waved to everyone and walked right up to Quatre and gave him a hug. Heero noticed a few buttons on his messenger bag that read: “I heart boys” and “I heart dick”.

“Sorry I didn’t go to the last party, Q.” He had a very pronounced lisp. “I’m going to the next one, I swear it. There’s just so much drama going on I can’t even stand it anymore. I just wanna bitch slap everyone sometimes. Oh, oh, I have a new fuck buddy! Meet Carlos,” this mysterious boy pointed to a Hispanic youth who looked like he just stepped out of a Prada fashion magazine. “He goes to Walkerville and he’s in the drama program. Hearing him do a Shakespeare soliloquy is the hottest thing in the world. Move over, bitch, lemme sit down.” He placed his bottom on half of the small food court chair Quatre was occupying and looked at Heero without smiling.

“Oh, where are my manners,” Quatre started, “Heero this is Tyrome Gervings, Ty this is Heero Yuy. And Tony can you get your tongue out of Duo’s mouth? We’re in the middle of the mall for Christ sakes.” Quatre smiled, once again able to pay attention to everything surrounding him and be in two conversations at once.

“Fuck it. Gay Pride, Q.” Tyrome glared at Heero, and Heero didn’t like it one bit.

“It’s not a matter of gay pride, Ty. It’s a matter of public places. It doesn’t matter if you’re gay, straight or bi, just don’t do that in public. It’s…immature. It shows that you don’t have any class, you know?”

“Yeah, whatever. Anyway, you,” Ty almost sneered it, “orientation?”

Heero was slightly dumbfounded by this. He looked around the new friends he had made and wondered why, some of them being as nosy as they seemed to be, he had not been asked this question before. And he didn’t understand why it was any of Ty’s business when they just met. When Heero didn’t answer the question, Trowa took it upon himself to answer.

“We don’t know yet; no one’s asked him.”

“Well, I’m asking him,” Ty said.

Heero had never questioned his orientation. He had never questioned the fact that he was straight, though now that he thought about it he could never remember a time when he was interested in anyone. He had never met a girl he was willing to date or even found anyone remotely interesting enough to get to know better. He felt very uncomfortable with Ty staring at him expectedly.

“I dunno–I mean, I don’t really like girls…or boys,” Heero added noticing the tiny smile on Ty’s face fade. “I don’t like people.”

“Ohh!” Quatre giggled. “We’ve never had an asexual before. This is cool.”

“Not really,” Ty turned his head, no longer interested in Heero.

“You’ll have to excuse Ty,” Trowa started, “sometimes he forgets that those who aren’t gay are still people.”

“Whatever, Tro. You suck cock, too.”

Heero almost choked on the pop he started to sip, but then that wasn’t the first gay reference he had heard about Trowa in the past week. It was actually starting to be quite a frequent event and he wondered out of curiosity how much validity it held.

“So, what…” he wasn’t sure how to word this question, “what is everybody?”

“Oh gosh, we never told you!” Quatre’s jaw fell. “I guess we just forgot. Well, Duo’s gay; Trowa’s bisexual; I’m gay; Wufei’s bisexual but is obviously with Meilan who’s straight; Relena’s a lesbian; Cathy and Hilde are straight though Hilde’s very much into fan service–”

“But she doesn’t have any fans to serve,” Relena piped up and smiled.

“Bite me ” Hilde flipped her off jokingly.

“Yeah,” Quatre shook his head, “anyway as I was saying Dorothy is, as far as anyone knows, straight; Zechs and Noin are bisexual but love each other and Treize, who you’re going to meet at the party, is bisexual and his girlfriend Une is almost asexual. Treize is the only person she’s ever liked, that we know of anyway.”

“Oh,” Heero nodded. It was a lot to take in and not much time to process it because Quatre had the habit of speaking fast.

“Heero,” Trowa spoke up, “Treize lives on Avenuebut way out of the city. If you want, for the party, I can pick you up.”

Heero nodded. What was he getting himself into with this party? He was beginning to doubt he’d enjoy it at all and was starting to wonder if hanging out with Trowa and Quatre was a mistake. Though, Odin did always tell him to trust his emotions and his intuition wasn’t setting off major alarms so it couldn’t be that bad. Right?

[X]-[X]-[X]

The buzzer rang and Heero walked over to the intercom. Pressing the black button he asked, though he knew who it was: “Who is it?”

“Trowa Barton here to pick up Heero.”

“I’ll be right down–”

Odin walked over to Heero and pressed the green button that unlocked the door to let guests into the lobby. Heero still held the black button and Odin spoke into the intercom: “Come up for a minuet.”

Heero let go of the button and turned to face Odin. Trowa was friends with Quatre and Duo and as far as Heero knew Trowa’s other friends had money. Not that Trowa seemed to be the type to care, but how could Heero invite him up and expect him to be comfortable in the box apartment he shared with Odin? It wasn’t that he wasn’t thankful for what he had, or that he wasn’t proud of it, but with having such little space all of his belongings seemed to be hanging out and lying around. He wasn’t sure he wanted to expose Trowa to his personal side just yet. That didn’t matter though because moments later Trowa knocked on Heero’s apartment door and Odin opened it for him.

Trowa smiled and extended his hand to Odin who motioned for him to enter. Odin took the hand and shook it firmly.

“I’m Trowa Barton, pleasure to meet you.”

“I’m Odin Lowe; I’m Heero’s father. I don’t want to keep whoever is waiting for you boys downstairs, but I just wanted to meet you before you two took off. I just want you to know that I trust Heero’s judgment with the people he hangs out with. He’s a good kid, but a little on the shy side. I just want to make sure you take care of him tonight and between you and me,” Odin lowered his voice, “I think he could do with a little partying.”

“Odin, I can still hear you,” Heero scolded folding his arms across his chest.

“Oh, right then, okay. In that case don’t get too drunk. And stay away from those chronic hardcore drugs–”

“Excuse me? You know me better than that.” Heero’s eyes narrowed as he scowled.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. You can get as fucked as you want.”

“Odin!”

[X]-[X]-[X]

The silver Aston Martin DB9 pulled up to a large wrought iron gate just enough so the back passenger window was close to the intercom. Trowa rolled down his window and pressed a black button. The plump face of a security guard came on a vid-screen. He smiled and then the smile vanished.

“Who’s the other one, Master Barton?” His voice was gruff as he furrowed his brows at Heero who he could see sitting next to Trowa in the back seat.

“This is Master Heero Yuy who was invited to partake in the festivities by Master Khushrenada.”

Heero was impressed with how polite Trowa had been to his father, and now to this security guard. He figured Trowa was the type to put on the refined face in front of parents and authority figures, and that he was probably loved by each and every one of them.

“Oh, yes,” the security guard spoke, “Master Khushrenada informed me of the new arrival. Well, carry on then Master Barton and Master Yuy.”

The wrought iron gate swung back and Trowa’s father drove up the winding brick driveway up to the large oak and stained glass doors. Trowa and Heero got out of the car and thanked Trowa’s father (Heero silently thinking that he had just gotten out of the sexiest car he’d ever seen in his life) and walked up to the intricately detailed wooden doors. He was greeted by a tall man with ginger hair and eyebrows reminiscent of Dorothy’s. He was beginning to suspect they were both German.

“Heero Yuy I presume? I am Treize Khushrenada. Welcome to my humble abode. You will find refreshments and entertainment in the back room.” Treize bowed his head graciously and motioned for Trowa and Heero to enter the backroom.

Maybe Heero had gotten the wrong impression from his friends about this party. Treize seemed so refined and respectable he couldn’t imagine that there would be an ounce of drugs or underage drinking in this house. Trowa and Heero turned the corner at the end of the hall and entered the large sitting room where Heero’s thoughts were snuffed. There were bodies and bottles everywhere. Smoke lingered in the air as people howled with laughter or cheered others on as they chugged alcohol in various forms. There was music and suggestive dancing and someone running through the room with a video camera. What had he gotten himself into?



“Wow, you-look-sup-er-com-for-ta-ble.” Relena smiled at Heero; her sarcastic tone did nothing to lighten his mood. “Loosen up a bit, have a drink or something.”

Heero remained rooted in his chair (ignoring the fact that she was annunciated every syllable on its own) and watching Relena’s movements. Slouched back in the chair, a rocks glass of tequila in her hand and a glazed over look her in eyes, her hair seemed wild as she nibbled on a pink fingernail. Her eyes seemed to search the room.

“Dorothy’s upstairs.”

“You’re point?”

Heero was taken aback. He didn’t know what to expect once he had revealed Dorothy’s location, but it wasn’t cold indifference.

“Well, you’re looking for her, aren’t you?”

Relena stood up and took a step toward Heero. Leaning forward she pressed her index finger to his lips and smiled. With a rather loud and slurred whisper she spoke, “Ssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhh! Don’t tell anyone!” She giggled and clumsily plopped herself down on Heero’s lap.

Freezing, Heero looked much like an angry cat. All of his hair stood on edge, even his eyebrows seemed bushier. Relena flung her arm (the one that wasn’t holding her drink) around Heero’s neck and brought her legs up so she was sitting completely on his lap.

“You can’t tell her, okay?” Her pitch of voice seemed to change with every stressed syllable, rising in volume and decibels. “It’s a secret, okay?”

For some reason Heero began laughing. This was an entirely new situation to him and though he still felt wary and uncomfortable Relena’s last comment was surprisingly funny to him. She began laughing with Heero thought he had a feeling she didn’t know what was so funny. Starting to loosen up a bit, Heero decided to play along.

“But, if it’s a secret how did I know?”

Her face fell and her laughter ceased.

“Shhh, no! You shh. Stop. You’re magic, but you can’t tell anyone.”

Heero smirked. At least he was being entertained by someone else’s stupidity.

“I can’t tell anyone that I’m magic or that you like Dorothy?”

“Shh!” Relena clamped her hand over Heero’s mouth. “You can’t speak anymore, okay?”

“Momef,” Heero’s reply was muffled, so Relena released his mouth with a quizzical look upon her features.

“What? I can’t understand you when you mumble.”

Heero laughed, “I wasn’t mumbling. You were covering my mouth.”

“You’re lying. You can’t take advantage of me just because you’re magic.”

Heero could feel a clam presence behind him and a soft voice spoke, “Who’s taking advantage of whom?”

“Heero’s trying to rape me,” Relena laughed and rolled off Heero’s lap onto the floor (spilling her drink), “But I’m not gunna let him. I’m gunna run away to Dorothy’s secret place. She’ll stop him.” Standing on unsteady feet, her drink all over the floor, Relena staggered away only to call to Trowa over her shoulder, “Don’t let Heero rape you with his magic!”

Cocking an eyebrow Trowa climbed over the back of the couch and joined Heero on the next cushion. He looked around the room at the familiar sights. Relena was crawling up the stairs backwards, sitting on every stair before she advanced to the next. Hilde and Catharine were playing a self-invented card game called Mow Master, the rules of the game ever changing. The added rule of the night seemed to be taking a shot of Fire Whiskey every time a certain card was played. Zechs, Noin, Une and Treize were off in the kitchen having an “intellectual” conversation over a joint (and they were once again speaking in Latin). Wufei and Meilan were sitting on the floor of the dining room laughing with a drunk Quatre. Random people that Trowa met in passing filled up the rest of the space in the house, and Duo was last seen in the pool room swapping spit with some six foot tall handsome brunette with a muscular build.

“Are you enjoying yourself at all?” Trowa hoped the past hour hadn’t felt like a lifetime for Heero.

Heero nodded, “observing is slightly entertaining.”

“Good. I hoped you weren’t bored. I noticed you don’t drink. Do you–”

“To be honest, Trowa, this is the first party I’ve ever been to. I really, honestly, didn’t have any friends at my last school, let alone popular ones or party goers. This is new to me and right now I’m just watching.”

“That’s cool. I don’t want to pressure your or anything. But, um, we’re not really popular, honestly. The other people come here because Treize is rich. It’s kind of like, we–that is to say Duo, Quatre, Relena and Zechs, well everyone–we know what growing up in the spotlight is like so we all kind of stick together. None of us can move without it reflecting our family life so we like to let loose a little. Anyway, is this what you expected? The party, I mean.”

“Pretty much sex, drugs and alcohol, right?”

Trowa nodded and noticed Quatre standing up and smiling. Wufei and Meilan stood up and walked toward the kitchen while Quatre staggered toward Trowa and Heero. His smile was from ear to ear as his glazed over eyes took in the sight of Heero.

“Heeeeeeeeerooooooo!” Quatre giggled and (much like Relena) flopped down on Heero’s lap.

Heero’s eyes once again grew wide as his hair stood on edge. He wasn’t used to physical contact, let alone two people he was just getting comfortable with to flop on him in one night. Though, he was slowly getting used to it. He just hated the sudden contact when he didn’t expect it.

“Quatre, maybe you should get off Heero.” Trowa smirked sadistically and Heero had half a thought that Trowa was amused at his expense.

“Noooo, I’m okay. I’m just fine. I’m really fine actually–Heero! You’re still sober. No, no, no, no, no. That will not do. We have to fix this yes we do and then you can have as much fun as meeeeeeeeeee!” Quatre threw his arms into the air when he spoke and laughed.

Heero looked frightened, trying to doge Quatre’s flying hands.

“I didn’t ask if you were fine.” Trowa chuckled. “And Heero’s just fine being sober. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Shhhhh, what do you know? You’re stoned!” Quatre giggled.

Looking at Trowa, it was only now that Heero noticed his eyes were red and he had a tiny smile on his lips.

“So are you–”

“Yeah, but I’m drunk, too…but don’t tell Heero. I don’t want to upset him.”

Heero couldn’t help chuckling. It wasn’t as if Heero couldn’t hear him; Quatre was just as entertaining as Relena.

“But, Heero! It’s no fun being stone sober…EVERYONE!” Quatre shouted as he stood. “I’m going to go smoke. Who’s coming with me?”

“Nos es totus paro!” Zechs called out from the kitchen, holding up a joint.

Hilde and Catherine, their deck of cards and empty Tequila bottle deserted on the floor, stood and stumbled over to Quatre.

“I’ve got a fresh bag. Let’s go.” Hilde smiled wildly. “Heero, you coming?”

“I don’t–”

“You don’t have to smoke, just come.” Quatre smiled devilishly as he reached for Heero’s hand.

Trowa reached over and placed a hand on Heero’s shoulder, holding him back from his inebriated friends.

“You are not hot-boxing Heero.”

“Trowa! I would never do that.” Quatre’s laugh and huge smile gave him away and Heero realized he was in the position he was dreading all night. He had thought this over and he knew exactly what he was going to do….



Heero sighed as he trudged down the stairs. How did he let Quatre rope him into this? Why was he giving into peer pressure? Was it curiosity? Was he really that morally weak? He could just turn around and go home. It wasn’t too late.

“Tada!” Quatre opened a door to reveal a large bathroom. Rushing over, Quatre closed the window. He turned the hot water on in the shower and closed the shower curtain. He turned the hot water faucet on in the sink and, after Trowa, Hilde, Catherine and Duo (Heero had no idea where he came from) filled the room, Quatre shut the door and it began.

Quatre took out a glass pipe and packed Hilde’s weed into the bowl. He held it up to Duo and smiled, “new screen.”

“Good,” Duo nodded.

Taking out his trusty lighter, Quatre took the biggest hit Heero had ever seen in any movie. He held it for a while, smiling as white wisps of smoke wafted out of his mouth. He exhaled and the smoke filled the space in front of his face. He took another smaller hit and then passed it to Duo, who took the lighter from Quatre and raised the pipe to his mouth.

“It goes in a circle,” Trowa explained. “Quatre’s a greedy bitch but you’re not supposed to break the circle.”

Heero nodded, watching Duo fleetingly before Duo lit the bowl, their eyes connecting and Heero felt a little jolt in his stomach. Duo took a hit that equaled Quatre’s first one and passed it to Hilde (whose hit was not so big) who passed it to Quatre who passed it to Catherine who passed it to Trowa who skipped Heero and passed it back to Quatre. Quatre took a hit possibly bigger than his first one and passed it to Duo who passed it to Quatre who passed it to Hilde who passed it to Catherine who passed it to Trowa who almost passed it to Quatre.

“Quatre! Stop breaking the circle!”

“Shhh,” Quatre giggled, “you’ll blow my cover!”

Everyone laughed, especially Quatre who couldn’t stop laughing as he went back to his original spot. Not even thinking, Trowa, who was also laughing heartily, passed the pipe to Heero.

Heero held it for a minute looking at the bowl filled with weed and ashes. This was it, the absolute last opportunity to back out. Every action has a consequence and Heero knew that. He looked around the circle briefly and stopped at Duo. He stood very relaxed with messy hair coming out of his braid and a taunting look on his features that called out: “pussy”. Not even thinking about the consequences Heero made up his mind and grabbed the lighter. He held the pipe up and flicked the lighter. He took his first hit…and coughed and coughed and coughed.

“Uh-oh.” Hilde filled up a glass of cold water by the sink and passed it to Heero who took it thankfully.

“Noob!”

“Duo, I wouldn’t talk. When you were a noob you puked.” Zechs smiled from the door.

“Dir, that’s cuz your ugly mug kissed me.”

“Sex dice, Duo…and you loved it.” Zechs smiled and walked away, Noin in toe.

“Puff puff pass, jackass,” Duo sneered, looking at the pipe in Heero’s hands.

It started again. Quatre, Duo, Hilde, Catherine, Trowa, Quatre, Duo, Hilde, Catherine, Trowa, Heero. And it went around again and again and again. Quatre filled the bowl twice, and Heero didn’t have to take a drink after every hit.

“Duo?” A tall Asian stood at the door. Heero had never seen him before. He was very handsome and very thin with brown straight and perfect hair and dark eyes.

“Me.
He looked Duo over scrutinizingly. “Sure, you’ll do. Let’s go.”

Duo held up the pipe he had gotten back from Quatre, “just a sec, okay?”

The Asian pushed his way into the bathroom and stood in front of Duo. He forcefully took the pipe and lighter from Duo and passed them back to Quatre who looked surprised but shrugged and took a hit anyway. The Asian grabbed Duo’s head and pulled Duo into him, crushing Duo’s lips under his. Duo went along with it, opening his mouth.

All Heero could do was stand and watch until he couldn’t watch anymore. Not knowing why, but suddenly angry, he pushed his way out of the bathroom and disorientatedly walked down the hallway. He turned into an empty sitting room and slunk down next to the side of the couch. Back against the wall, he repeatedly hit the back of his head against the wall creating a hallow “thunk” that went in time with the chaotic music playing in a couple rooms over.

[I hold the microphone with my butt now
Who likes that five year old panty shot
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah that could be a real big record]

He didn’t care what the others said or thought about his rude exit; he needed to get as far away from everyone as physically possible. He felt sick (and not because of the weed) but because he had made a promise to himself and he broke it. He felt sick wondering what Odin would think. He felt sick wondering what this meant for himself now that he had done it once. He felt sick thinking about how Duo could just let people use his body.

It was a nice body, Heero had noted earlier, and it deserved respect. If Duo didn’t respect himself how were others supposed to respect him? Heero sighed and seconds later Trowa entered the room and stood above Heero. He looked at the floor next to Heero and asked, “May I?”

Heero nodded. What choice did he have? Trowa wasn’t his enemy, he knew that. He had been so kind to him and had even discouraged the others from pressuring him. If he wanted to blame someone, he could blame Duo’s taunting eyes. But he knew it was no one’s fault but his own. He had failed himself.

“You okay?”

Heero shook his head.

[Someone took a big hit
Who the fuck gives a shit?
No not I, I am destined to die]

“I…I don’t know what’s wrong with me. If Odin finds out what I did…and why am I so angry? And why won’t my foot stop moving?”

Trowa took in the scene before him. Heero was crunched in next to the couch with his arms at his side, his head banging against the wall and his foot swishing to and fro. His eyes were glazed over and he had a very faraway look in his blue hues.

“Well, it’s the weed. But, you can’t change what you’ve done,” Trowa said, sensing that Heero was uncomfortable. “Now, this isn’t BC weed or anything, but it’ll still keep you fucked for a few hours. Once you come down I’ll get you a ride home if you want–”

“You don’t want me here.” Heero wondered why he was saying his thoughts out loud. It seemed he had no inhibitions and he could speak freely. A huge burden was lifted off his shoulders as he realized he wasn’t struggling to tell Trowa what was on his mind.

“What?” Trowa was confused.

“You invited me to be nice but none of you really like me. You only gave me a ride because I said I’d come. You were all hoping I wouldn’t come–I knew it! I shouldn’t be here. I’m so foolish. I’m nothing like you guys.”

[I’ll show you how official midgets jack me off]

“No, Heero, you have it all wrong. We like you. We want you here. I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“If you don’t want me to be uncomfortable then make Duo stop.” Heero stopped banging his head against the wall and looked Trowa in the eyes.

“Stop what?” Trowa’s brow was arched. As far as he knew Heero and Duo were destined to not get along.

“Everything and nothing.” Heero struggled to make sense. “Make him stop being bad. It’s not good for him.”

Trowa laughed. “The drugs really are kicking in. C’mon, let’s go upstairs.”

“I’m serious, Trowa. Make him stop hurting himself.”

“Look, Heero we’ve all talked to him. Duo’s different. He won’t listen to anyone but himself. We can no more make Duo stop what he does than we can lift the with my pinky finger.” Trowa wiggled his finger for emphasis. “But don’t think we’re bad friends. With all the bullshit we put up from with him we’re still there to pick him up and put him back on his feet. We all love Duo–”

“But he doesn’t love himself…and that’s sad.”

“You’re right. He doesn’t love himself and that is sad. But we hope that with all the love we have for him one day he might realize that he’s not as bad as he thinks.” Trowa sighed and began to play with a string hanging from his sock.

“He’ll need a lot of love then, because he doesn’t seem to get that. He should though. There’s really nothing wrong with him except I hate him.”

Trowa rolled his eyes. And he was just starting to hope against hope.

“Why do you hate him, anyway?”

“He pisses me off so much! He doesn’t speak to me or look at me. He just ignores me. And all I want is an apology for practically burying me in dirty slushy snow on my first day. He came cruising down the street in his stupid limo and got me wet and didn’t even apologize. And the way he stepped out of the limo, all stupid and graceful and stupid.” Heero folded his arms over his chest.

“Heero,” Trowa paused, “does Duo even know he splashed you?”

“I…he…maybe he…but I…aw, fuck it. But that doesn’t explain why he ignores me!”

“No, it doesn’t, but Duo really is more complicated than you think. He probably has a good reason, or at least a reason he thinks is good.”

“But, why does he let people use him like that. He shouldn’t ignore me.”

“Ah, the truth comes out.”

“No! I didn’t mean to say it like that, no!” Heero uncrossed his arms and looked Trowa in the eyes again. “I didn’t mean it that way.”

“It makes perfect sense now why you obsess over your ‘hatred’ of Duo. You like him.” Trowa smiled and laughed at the thought. It wasn’t a funny thought, just ironic. The one person that seemed to hate him (and the one person Duo seemed to hate the most) was really the one person who really liked him.

“I do not. I don’t even like guys. Not that I mind you and Quatre and Duo and…whoever else. You can be gay all you want. I’m not, though.”

“Right,” Trowa laughed, shaking his head. “C’mon.” Trowa stood and reached for Heero’s hand. He pulled him up and Heero reached for the couch arm to steady himself. His eyes were glazed over and he had a small smiled on his face. Trowa laughed at him, thinking he may have just found the right person to help Duo. If only he could get them to get along.

“You know what,” Heero’s words felt thick in his mouth as he said them and he realized he was really thirsty. “Dorothy…her eyebrows are not normal. She must be evil or something.”



“Heero’s stone!” Quatre ran up the stairs and into the living room. “Oh, oh, oh, we should play DDR. I’m better when I’m fucked!” Quatre ran into a room attached to the living room and crouched by the 62 inch plasma television screen. He took the Sony PlayStation out from a cabinet and spent fifteen minutes setting it up and duct-taping the Dance Dance Revolution dance pad to the hardwood floor. “You don’t wanna slip,” Quatre said, smiling.

Heero watched them play for as long as he could. Eventually he got hungry and went into the kitchen where he got a quick Latin lesson by Treize who was pleased to hear Heero was enjoying himself (as long as he wasn’t thinking about Duo). Treize said nothing on that topic, just raised a half forked eyebrow in what appeared to be amusement. Heero couldn’t tell in his inebriated state and he really didn’t care. He had chocolate chip cookies, fruit roll-ups, rice krispies squares and fruit gushers. He was sure he wasn’t going to eat all of it, but it all looked so good he couldn’t leave any of it behind. He returned to the television room and was surprised to find boxes of pizza lying about. It seemed he had been gone almost an hour, though he didn’t think that was right. Looking at his watch he was astonished to see it was twelve forty-two. He didn’t think that was right, either. He was positive he hadn’t been at Treize’s house for just over four hours. He did, however, eat all of the chocolate chip cookies and fruit gushers by himself. He shared the fruit roll-ups with Hilde who roped him into playing a game of Mow Master (where she didn’t explain the rules to him) and he ended up forgetting about the rice krispies which Quatre took full advantage off. Heero did, however, indulge in a few pieces of pizza while Hilde broke out another bottle of Tequila and started drinking whenever Heero played a card.

“Am I supposed to drink when you play?” He asked. “I’m very confused. You didn’t explain the rules.”

“Pick up a card,” Hilde ordered.

“Why?” Heero was getting frustrated at the half deck of cards he held in his hand. He picked one up and placed down a three. Hilde didn’t do anything; she just stared at him. “What? You’re supposed to go.”

“Pick up a card,” she ordered again.

“Oh, for fuck’s sakes, why now?”

Catherine sat down next to him and laughed when she saw how many cards he held. “Here,” she offered, holding out her hand, “let me help you.”

Heero watched in confusion and the only words that were said were: “pick up a card” and “have a good day”. They drank in turn and soon they were laughing and drinking out of turn, the bottle half gone. Heero hand the sneaky suspicion they didn’t know what they were doing anymore and were just drinking for the sake of drinking. Their laughter also increased and Heero took that as his cue to leave the two girls to their fun. Heero looked at his watch. It was one thirty-eight and he still felt fine. The weed wasn’t wearing off yet (or he wasn’t “coming down” as Trowa had put it earlier) and he felt rather fine. In fact, he felt fine enough to wander around the house by himself.



“Heero?” A half hour later Heero walked back down the stairs into the television room to the relief of Trowa who thought he had been abducted by one of Duo’s sex crazed friends. “Where were you?”

“So much…there was…and….” Heero’s head was shaking slowly from side to side as he sat down on the couch, Trowa sitting next to him.

“So much what, Heero?”

“Sex.” Heero turned to him, eyes even wider in disbelief. “There was so much sex.”

“Did you go upstairs?” Trowa asked concernedly.

Heero nodded.

“Oh, yeah. We should have warned you. Upstairs is reserved for those who participate, those who watch and those who direct–”

“So, wait, that’s what Duo does? He does porn?”

“No!” Quatre sat down on Heero’s other side, apparently interested in the conversation. “Never. He doesn’t let a camera in the room. Duo lets other people use him so he can feel good about himself for that time. The way he thinks is, if he closes his eyes and pretends they do that stuff to him because they like him he can feel good about himself. He’s kinda addicted to it.”

“What he needs is–”

“What do I need, hey Heero?!” Duo stood in the doorway of the television room even messier than Heero had seen him in the bathroom. His braid was barely a braid and his skin shone with sweat. His white shirt was barely tucked into his black trousers and his belt was done too loose.

Heero looked up at him. He wanted to say something, anything, to quell the fire in Duo’s eyes but his mind was blank.

“What, you’re all just gunna sit here and talk about me, right? Like I’m the only one here who’s ever gotten laid, right?!–”

“But, Duo, out of us, you are the only–”

“Shut up, Hilde.”

“Bite me, Maxwell. Fuck, why do you have to be such a jerk?”

Heero couldn’t stand it. Couldn’t Duo see what he had? If Heero had had friends to stick by him through all of his tough times, like Duo did, he would never speak to them like that. Couldn’t Duo appreciate that his friends were always there to support him, and to take care of him? Couldn’t Duo understand that they were just worried about him and were scared of the consequences for him? Why didn’t he know that his friends loved him? Duo was making him sick just thinking about all the blessings he had and took for granted. Unable to bear it anymore, Heero stood up and stormed out of the room. He passed Duo briefly

“You make me sick,” Heero muttered and stormed down the stairs back into the empty room he had made his little sanctuary earlier when he had his talk with Trowa.

A/N: Props to ANYONE who knew the insert song was I Hate Jimmy Page by MSI. It’s a good song. It’s taken me a while to finish this chapter because I wasn’t sure how to end it properly. I had a few ideas and this is the one I ended up using. I hope you all enjoyed this installment of Y&Y. I’m really proud of myself for how long my chapters are because they’re usually so short. Well, I guess there’s a lot going on in this story though. Cheers. Thanks again to Dentelle_Noir and Katie.