Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Yin And Yang ❯ Chapter IV ( Chapter 4 )

Yin and Yang
By Cobalt 27

Heero woke the next morning in a large and fluffy bed with no recollection of how he got there. The last thing he had remembered was…

“Oh shit.” He slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand, eyes wide with disbelief.

After storming out of the room he had stayed downstairs for quite a while before he got bored and found a computer with Internet access. He could remember writing a long and heartfelt email littered with confessions and revelations but he couldn’t remember for the life of him who he sent it to. He knew he didn’t have Trowa or Quatre’s email addresses (or anyone else’s for that matter), so who did he send it to? Did he just look through the contact information on the computer? Did he even use his own email address to send it? He couldn’t remember.

“Mfhhht…quiet! I’ng sleepin’.”

Heero looked to the end of the bed where a very exhausted looking Hilde was curled under a blanket on top of the duvet Heero was wrapped in. He sat up and looked around. Cathy, Relena and Meilan were on the floor to Heero’s right, all tightly wrapped up in fluffy sleeping bags and lying on mounds of pillows. Dorothy was in a sitting position in the loveseat tucked in the corner, her head lolled to the side as she breathed loudly. Wufei, Trowa and Quatre were asleep on the fold out couch in the far left of the room near the window and television. So that meant that the large lump next to him was probably…

“Duo?!” Heero tried to scoot as far away from him as possible, but was so tangled in the blankets that Duo was clutching that he couldn’t get very far. Causing the other boy to stir with his movements, Heero closed his eyes and wished that Duo would just go back to sleep.

“Mmmmmmmmaaaah!” Duo stretched and wiped the sleep from the corner of his eyes. Yawing, he turned over and came face to face with Heero. “What the fuck?!”

Both boys tried to pull away from each other, but seeing as both of them were tangled in the blankets, they didn’t manage to get very far. In fact, all the commotion did was knock Hilde off the end of the bed. She went crashing to the floor and woke in a rage.

“Seriously!” Hilde shouted as she stood. “What is wrong with you two?!”

“He started it,” Duo said, pointing his index finger at Heero in a very childish way.

“What? I haven’t done anything,” Heero retorted in his own defense, which was true.

“Are you saying that I started it?” Duo’s eyes were dangerously dark as he glared at Heero, his tone low and threatening.

“I don’t even know what ‘it’ is, okay?”

“You know what it is–”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Heero threw his arms up in the air, completely bewildered.

“So you’re saying that you don’t know why–”

“Both of you!” Hilde interrupted, “Shut up. Seriously. Just give it a rest. We’re all burnt and hung over so just shut the fuck up.” Hilde grabbed the pillow that fell to the floor with her and stormed out of the room, forsaking the blanket she was previously wrapped in.

“Whatever,” Heero stood up, not wanting to argue with anyone. “I’m going to get breakfast.”

The loud commotion they had created caused the others to wake, and now Trowa was sitting up and trying to untangle himself from Quatre’s limbs. When Heero, who was at the door now, gave him a quizzical look, Trowa blushed and jumped out of the bed.

“He tosses during the night and more often than not I wake up with one of his arms across me…it’s nothing.” Trowa added the last part to stop the smirk that spread across Heero’s face. Heero was sure it wasn’t “nothing”.

“I have a problem,” Heero said as he and Trowa ascended the basement stairs. “I wrote an email last night and I have no idea who I sent it to, but I don’t want anyone to read it. I’m not sure what it says, but I regret writing it.”

Trowa nodded slowly as they reached the kitchen. “Well, there’s nothing you can do about it now. You’ll just have to wait and see if whoever you sent it to confronts you about it. If not, then just forget it.”

“But…” Heero thought about it, “I don’t want to forget it because I’m sure it was a very personal email. I don’t tell many people much about my personal life. I need to know who I sent it to because I need to know what other people know about me.”

“Heero,” Trowa placed a hand on his shoulder and guided him to the small line that was forming inside the kitchen. “Just forget about it for now. You can worry about it later, maybe if you remember more.”

“Yeah,” Heero nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

The two boys slowly moved up the line and grabbed a plate. Heero was kind of shocked that breakfast was actually a buffet. Treize had his cooking staff serve scrambled eggs, bacon, breakfast sausages, ham, eggs benedict, pancakes, waffles and toast (white and whole wheat) in buffet containers. On the side were small boxes of cereal and milk cartons, apple juice and orange juice boxes and a coffee stand.

“Wow.” Heero looked around at all the food. “You’d think you were at a restaurant or something.”

“Yeah,” Trowa chuckled. “Or something is right.”

It was around this time that disaster decided to strike (either that or Duo was being used as a pawn by some deity that really disliked Heero) because Duo Maxwell, in all his pissed-off glory, stormed up the stairs, down the hallway and into the kitchen. Just as Heero was scooping some scrambled eggs onto his plate, Duo decided to cut Trowa and by doing so elbowed Heero who proceeded to drop his egg covered plate on the floor.

“Duo!” Trowa scolded.

Heero was a little more than pissed as well, and couldn’t contain the words that were bottled up inside him.

“Way to go, fucktard.”

“What did you just say?” Duo took a step toward Heero, puffing his chest out as he tried to stare him down.

Heero, not fazed by Duo’s antics, repeated himself, annunciating each word clearly, “I said ‘Way. To. Go. Fucktard’. Didn’t you catch that the first time?”

“Why you!” Duo shoved Heero’s shoulder and he stumbled back a step.

Heero wasn’t sure exactly what to do because he didn’t want to start fighting in Treize’s house, but he didn’t want to let Duo push him around either. He was torn, but out of respect for Treize and the fact that he was a guest in his house and not in his own home (or a public place where it really wouldn’t matter) he turned his back on Duo and ignored him.

“Forget it. I don’t want breakfast anyway. Eating near the likes of you is enough to make me sick.” And with that Heero left the kitchen.

Duo, however, was far from finished. That was the second “you make me sick” comment he had heard from Heero in less than twenty-four hours and he wasn’t going to put up with it. Marching after him, Duo decided to settle it once and for all. Catching him in the hallway Duo grabbed Heero by the arm and spun him around.

“What?!” Heero was infuriated and was about to lose his control. But before he could say or do anything else Duo hauled off and punched him in the face. Heero’s knee-jerk reaction was to punch Duo back. So he did. In the stomach. Hard. And Duo doubled over in pain as he collapsed onto his knees on the cool wood flooring in the hallway.

“Why…why…why in the…” Duo gasped for air as his anger rose. How dare Heero do that to him!

“That’s one for one.” Heero’s cold voice did nothing but spur Duo on.

Duo reached for the large steel pipe next to him. It was actually a decoration piece (Treize’s hallways were full of decoration pieces) but it was still a steel pipe. Duo brought it back and cracked it as hard as he could across Heero’s shin.

“Sonofabitch!” Heero dropped to the floor, the sound of his swearing mixed with the loud crack of bones echoing down the hall as his bottom hit the floor. “Fucking bastard!”

Duo lunged at Heero, knocking him onto his back as both boys wrestled for dominance in the hallway. They rolled around, pinning each other periodically until the person being pinned managed to overcome the other. This continued for a while, each boy throwing punches when he had the opportunity, and a large crowd formed to watch. Trowa and Quatre were yelling at both of them to stop being ridiculous and to break it up, but neither boy seemed to hear them. It was only when a single loud clapping was heard that either boy managed to look up. Treize was standing at the end of the hallway watching the scene before him.

“Splendid performance, young masters, just splendid.”

Both Heero and Duo rushed to their feet, Heero supporting his weight with the leg that wasn’t broken. Embarrassed and ashamed, Heero bowed his head and began apologizing while Treize waved Heero’s words away.

“It’s human nature to fight,” Treize said with a smile as he motioned for the crowd to disappear. Only Trowa, Quatre and Relena stayed in the hallway with Heero, Duo and Treize. “I have a medical staff that can look at your leg.”

“No, thank you.” Heero couldn’t believe how disrespectful he had been in Treize’s house. After all, he was a guest! “I can’t ask any more of you. I truly am sorry.”

“Nonsense, both of you can go get looked at. It’s in the south wing.” With that Treize turned on his heels and walked down the hallway and out of sight.

With a sigh, Heero returned to the floor of the hallway, leaning against the wall. He couldn’t believe how immature he was being! How could he start a fight with Duo in someone else’s house? How could anyone respect him now? Rolling his eyes at himself, he turned around and braced his leg against the wall. With a few grunts and a sickening crack, he managed to pull his leg bone down just enough to set it.

“Oh…oh, god!” Duo shook his head as he left the hallway and went back into the kitchen. “I don’t think I can eat after that.”

“C’mon.” Trowa walked over to Heero and put Heero’s arm around his shoulder. With his leg feeling a little tender, Heero hobbled down the hallway with Trowa.

“I’m alright, really.” Heero couldn’t bring himself to take advantage of Treize’s hospitality when he had been so rude in his house.

“You don’t understand Treize, yet. Stop being stubborn.” Trowa took the wounded Heero to Treize’s infirmary, Quatre silently following behind the two.

[X]-[X]-[X]

“What the hell?” Odin cocked his brow as he opened the door to his apartment. “Heero, what happened?!”

Heero’s shoulders sunk as if to say “don’t ask”. He hobbled into the apartment on crutches and a plastic boot that covered his thick cast. Because he had set the bone right away, and because he was able to get a cast right away, the damage to his leg was minimum.

“I got into a fight with Duo this morning…and he broke my leg.” Heero staggered into his bedroom where he dropped his bag on his bed and grabbed his weekend homework. He planned to sit on the couch, finish his stack of work, and not move for the rest of the weekend.

“How come you didn’t call me from the hospital?” Odin sat on the arm of the thin upholstery as Heero’s books monopolized the couch cushions.

“Because I didn’t go to the hospital. Trieze’s family has their own infirmary.”

“Oh…well.” Odin wasn’t sure what to say to that, but Heero could tell that his nose was slightly out of joint. “So, conventional medical treatment is–”

“Odin, it’s not like that. Treize’s doctor is a real doctor.” Heero pulled out his Religion assignment. “Relax, it doesn’t mean anything.”

“You still could’ve called me. I would’ve taken you to a real hospital.” Odin’s voice was quite as he almost pouted.

“It’s not a big deal. It was a clean break with no protrusions. I’m over it.”

[X]-[X]-[X]

“Well, why don’t we have the party at Heero’s?” Catherine nudged Heero as they walked down the hallway toward the front entrance of the school. School had been let out and Meilan had stayed behind because she was in the Art Club so they took the Meilan free time as an opportunity to plan her surprise birthday party. “After all, no one’s been there but Trowa. It’s still a mysterious place.” She winked.

“Odin’s going to his uncle J’s this weekend; he’s helping him with a project. So, I don’t really think he’d want people over.” Heero casually took a half step away from Catherine. Sometimes she was just creepy.

“Aw, that’d be perfect for the party, no parents!” Hilde cheered. “C’mon, Heero.”

“My place really isn’t big enough to accommodate all of you, honestly.” Heero shook his head. “And I can’t betray Odin’s trust like that. I won’t.”

“Oh, is he like your dad or something?” Hilde asked.

“Yeah.”

“Are your parents divorced or something?”

Heero took a moment to think about that. He didn’t know his birth parents and he had no idea if they were even alive. Odin was the only parent he had and as far back as Heero could remember it had always been just the two of them. He couldn’t even recall Odin dating anyone.

“Hilde,” Quatre scolded, “you shouldn’t ask such bold questions.”

“It’s okay.” Heero spoke up. “Odin is the only parent I’ve know, and I don’t think he’s ever been married.”

“You don’t know?”

“We don’t speak much of his life before he adopted me. That’s his private business and I respect that.”

“Well, I know we can’t have the party at our place,” Catherine spoke up, “our parents are entertaining guests from out of town. I guess we’ll have to have Meilan’s birthday party at either Quatre’s house or–”

“Oh! Let’s do it at Duo’s!” Hilde spoke up. “His parents are never home so that would make it perfect.”

“Whatever.” Duo’s monotone reply sounded as evidence that he was at least paying attention to the conversation. He barely had said anything since the fight at Treize’s party six days ago.

“Alright. It’s settled. The party will be at Duo’s. I better go back to the art room before Meilan suspects something,” Wufei nodded to everyone and turned around, walking in the opposite direction down the hallway.

Great! Heero felt obligated to go because he got along so well with Meilan and Wufei, but with the party at Duo’s house he wasn’t looking forward to going. Taking it with a grain of salt, and knowing he’ll have to deal with it, he just closed his eyes and mentally counted to ten to clear all his thoughts. He had to put on a good face because they were all heading to the mall, as was their Friday ritual, and he had a envelope full of resumes he wanted to hand out. He couldn’t find anything suitable for his restricted hours in the classified ads, so he decided to hit the mall where they would most likely need after school help.



It had taken just over forty-five minutes and two buses to get to the mall, but Heero, Duo, Trowa, Quatre, Relena, Hilde, Catherine and Dorothy all sat in the food court munching on assortments of fast food.

“Well,” Dorothy stood with her tray, turning to the table the four boys sat at, “I hope you four don’t mind but we’re going to go lady shopping.”

“Yeah,” Hilde added as Dorothy took her tray to the garbage. “They’re having an underwear sale. Three thongs for fifteen bucks and I doubt you guys want to come. Well, Quatre might–”

“Bite me Schbieker!” Quatre flipped her off. “I told you, that was for a Halloween costume.”

“Right,” Hilde winked. “I bet you’re wearing that thong right now.”

“Am not!” Quatre blushed from embarrassment. He was not, in fact, wearing a thong. He much preferred boxers, anyway.

“Come on, ladies,” Dorothy began to lead the way.

“Good riddance,” Quatre muttered under his breath. “Sometimes those girls are just…”

Trowa started laughing, remembering what Heero said at Treize’s party.

“Evil, right Heero?”

Heero rolled his eyes and smirked. “Yeah, whatever. You have to at least admit she looks evil.”

“Who?” Quatre was very confused as he looked between Trowa and Heero.

“Dorothy–”

“Well, her eyebrows are forked, Trowa. That’s not normal.” Heero took the last bite of his sub and emptied his tray in the garbage. The others were laughing, except Duo who seemed to be staring at the floor in deep contemplation. When Heero got back to the table he changed the subject. “I’m going to go hand out resumes. So, I guess I’ll see you guys on Monday–”

“Don’t be ridiculous. We’ll go with you.” Quatre emptied his and Trowa’s trays into the garbage.

“No, you don’t have to. I’m sure there are other things you three would rather be doing than following me around.”

“It’s no problem, right Duo?” Trowa turned to Duo who had a large frown on his face.

“Sure.” Duo stood and emptied his tray. Almost lifelessly he followed the other three around the mall dropping off Heero’s resumes, every once in a while catching something one of the other three said, or someone laughing. He just didn’t feel like doing anything anymore.

The truth was he felt like shit after breaking Heero’s leg and was angry at himself that he couldn’t apologize to Heero because doing so would leave him vulnerable. And he just couldn’t afford to be vulnerable. He had noticed, though, that he hadn’t smiled much since Heero showed up at school and he was starting to wonder if he’d ever be able to smile again.

[X]-[X]-[X]

“Well?” Odin sat on a bench in the mall right outside of Chapters, the bookstore. “How’d it go?” He stood up as Heero walked out of the large entrance with a small smile on his face.

“I got the job. I start next Tuesday.”

“That’s good,” Odin nodded as the two of them began to walk through the mall.

“Yeah, this way I can buy Meilan a birthday present.”

Odin’s cocked his brow as he looked sideways at Heero. Almost elbowing him he spoke: “Meilan, hey?”

Rolling his eyes and sighing, Heero playfully punched Odin in the arm. Heero had never mentioned liking anyone, so he wondered why Odin did this every time he mentioned on of his female friends’ names. “No, Odin. She’s the engaged one, remember? We’ve been through this.”

“Oh, yeah…that’s right. What about that Relena girl you’ve talked about?”

“She’s a lesbian. And I don’t like any of them, alright? They all creep me out, actually–”

“HEERO!”

“Shit.& #8221; Heero unwillingly turned to where his name had been called. Running toward him in vibrant colours (for it was unusual for Heero to see his friends out of their school uniform) was Hilde, Catherine and Relena. It wasn’t as if he didn’t like his new friends. In fact, he liked them a lot. He just didn’t like the girls when Trowa wasn’t around. All of the female energy seemed to slightly upset him. They were all very physical girls, with their hugging and touching…and Heero, well he wasn’t very physical at all.

“Friends of yours?”

Heero didn’t have time to respond to Odin as Hilde flew through the air and glomped him, giving him a tight hug. He was slowly getting used to this, but it still felt strange to him. She eventually let him go and Catherine and Relena hugged him as well.

“We’re going to see Brokeback Mountain, wanna come?” Relena asked.

“Can’t,” Heero shook his head. “I’m here with Odin–”

“Well, I can head home if you want to stay here,” Odin offered.

“We came together,” Heero said, turning to face Odin and giving him a stern look.

Odin understood. Heero didn’t want to go. But Heero didn’t have a choice in the matter.

“No, no.” Odin smiled. “It’s okay. I only brought you here for your interview at Chapters. Here,” Odin reached for his wallet and handed Heero a twenty, winking. “You can pay me back when you get your first pay cheque.”

“Oooh!” Hilde squealed, “Did you get the job?”

“Yeah,” Heero nodded.

“Awesome, then you can come with us!” Catherine grabbed Heero’s arm and waved goodbye to Odin as she dragged the protesting boy through the mall toward the movie theater. “We’re meeting Duo there. He’s supposed to be with some guy he might start dating.”


“We’re sitting in the back,” Trent ordered as Duo followed him.

Heero rolled his eyes as Catherine, Hilde, Relena and him followed the other two into the movie theater. Heero didn’t like Trent. He was rude, demanding, and short with his words. He had a cold look in his dull brown eyes and his hair, which looked like Trent had made a point to make it look like he had just rolled out of bed, was the ugly mousy brown that made it look dull and dead. His skin was pale and his eyes had dark circles around them. All in all, Heero was not getting a good vibe from this guy.

“I hate the back,” Relena protested.

“Fine, then you can sit wherever you want, alone. We’re sitting in the back.” Trent grabbed the end of Duo’s braid and coiled it around his wrist like a leash. He led Duo up the small stairs to the back row of the theater, and everyone else followed.

“I actually don’t like my hair being touched,” Duo said softly as he tried to retrieve the end of his braid from Trent’s grasp.

“I like it; it’s soft.” Trent let it go, though, and gave Duo’s butt a little smack as they shuffled to their seats.

So it was Relena, Hilde, Catherine, Heero, Duo and Trent all nicely tucked into the middle of the back row. There were only a few other people trickling into the theater, but they didn’t go near the group. When the movie started Heero counted seventeen people in the movie theater including the six of them.

“Maybe this movie’s a bust?” Hilde wondered as she looked around the vast theater.

“Nah, it did really good on opening week,” Catherine told her. “We’re like, the last people to see it. I bet all those people have seen it already.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, I mean Heath and Jake? I don’t know why we waited so long to see it in the first place…”

Heero tried to tune the two girls out. He hated, absolutely hated, people who talked through movies. He especially hated when the conversation wasn’t pertinent to the actual movie itself. And Hilde and Catherine had gone into a whole new world of conversation Heero wasn’t sure he wanted to listen to.

“But seriously, I heard it feels like ya gotta shit. It’s not supposed to feel good for girls. Those girls in porns, they’re totally faking it; they don’t like it.”

“You’d think it’d feel the same, wouldn’t you?” Relena butted in.

“No.”

Heero grit his teeth and tried his damnedest to get his eleven bucks worth out of the movie he was forced to go see. But with three girls squabbling like seagulls next to him about anal sex, and Duo and Trent smacking lips like a glutton eating chicken, Heero was about to freak out.

“Heero, what do you think?” Catherine asked him.

“I think I’m going to smack the three of you if you don’t shut up and let me watch this movie.” Heero hadn’t meant to say it, but he was kinda glad he did. The girls laughed a little and then calmed down.

“Alright, we get the point.” Catherine and the others relaxed into their chairs and, instead of facing each other, faced the screen.

Heero, able to ignore Duo and Trent, relaxed and began to enjoy the movie. However, with only a half hour into the movie Heero couldn’t help but look to his right. Trent and Duo had been making more than kissing noises and it was very distracting.

“Can you two–what the fuck.”

Trent was leaning back in his chair, head rolling from side to side, and Duo was bent over in his seat with his head bobbing up and down. Trent reached for Duo’s head and, grabbing his hair tight by his skull, pushed Duo down deeper. Duo made a small choking noise, but Trent kept pushing. Duo’s choking noises became louder and he tried to sit up, but Trent had a firm grasp on his head.

Heero reached for Trent’s arm and grasped it firmly. He squeezed it tight as he forced Trent to release Duo.

“Let him go.” Heero’s tone was low and dangerous, his eyes burning with anger as he squeezed the bone in Trent’s arm.

Duo was able to sit up and breathe again. Tears welling in his eyes he stood from his seat and almost jumped over his friends to get out of the aisle. He ran down the low steps, around the corner and out of the theater. Trent stood and went to follow him, but Heero also stood. Blocking Trent, Heero pushed him back in his seat and ran after Duo. He got through the theater doors just to see a braid slip into the boys’ washroom at the end of the hallway.

“Duo?” Heero pushed the door open to find Duo leaning on the sink counter, both palms flat against the yellow surface, staring into the mirror.

“What the fuck do you want?” Duo turned around to face Heero who stepped into the washroom letting the door close behind him.

“Why are you mad at me?” Heero took a few steps toward Duo, his running shoes echoing with every step he took.

“Why shouldn’t I be mad at you?” Duo’s eyes were angry and full of fire.

“You were choking; I helped you. You shouldn’t have been giving him a blow job in a movie theater anyway!”

“What’s with you all telling me what I can and can’t do?! Trent wasn’t choking me–”

“No, he was just forcing his dick down your throat, Jesus! Duo, why are you so damned blind? Why do you let guys use you?”

Duo ran at Heero and pushed him against the back wall. Holding his shirt tightly in his fist, Duo was face to face with Heero.

“What the fuck do you know about blindness? What the fuck do you know about being used? Huh?!”

It was then, with Duo closer to him than he had ever been, Heero noticed how sad his eyes really looked. Duo’s face was sweaty and pale, his eyes slightly red and dull. It looked like there had never been any mirth in his face.

“God, Duo,” Heero whispered. “Look at you. Haven’t you ever smiled? You’re so angry all the time.”

“You don’t know a goddamned thing about me, Heero-fucking-Yuy. Not a goddamned thing!” Duo gave him a shove and fled the washroom, leaving Heero’s mind reeling.

A/N: I swear Duo isn’t a nymphomaniac for the sake of being a nymphomaniac. There’s a lot more under his anger. Anyway, I hoped you all enjoyed this chapter. I’m moving along a little slower than I anticipated but I’m hoping to have this story done before the end of summer when I have to go back to University (because only god knows when I’ll have a chance to write then). I know it’s kinda typical that they went to see Brokeback Mountain, so sue me…tee hee hee hee.