Timeless Obsession | By : Nightbloom Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3392 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Author's notes: I started this fic a long time ago, but due to a bunch
of events, I discontinued. But since halloween's rolling around, and
I had succeeded in the twisted story of Living Hell (A GW fusion, I guess,
to Konami's Silent Hill series... basing it mostly on the 2nd one) and I
haven't posted anything else at mediaminers.org (all other fics had gone
to adult-fanfiction.org and a few to ff.net) I decided to finally revive this
one after going through a major revision. Bandai, by the way, are one of the proud owners of Gundam Wing. I have no claim on them. *sigh*
by Nightbloom
1990 AD
Keith Summers gritted his teeth as he peered into the window of a two story
house. His dark blue eyes narrowed and he let out a small growl.
There was one car parked outside, and he knew it didn't belong to the
parents. Shaking the dark brown hair from his eyes, he ducked down
and crept alongside the house towards the back door. He trembled in rage
as he passed one window and heard the sounds of love making coming
from inside.
"Clarissa," he murmured, in a monotone voice, his eyes going cold and hard.
"You were mine, and only mine." Reaching the back of the house,
he picked the lock and grinned in triumph as the door swung open.
He stepped inside and looked around. The back door had led into the
kitchen. His triumphant grin melted into an even more sinister look
as he spotted the knife block and picked up a large butcher's knife. Keith
moved forwards, following the moans.
You were mine, he thought to himself. I molded you. I
made you the perfect woman for me. We were suppose to be together forever.
Young, young Clarissa. Always talking, always flirting, always smiling.
And very, very, beautiful. She had paid attention to him when
no one else bothered to. She wormed her way into his heart, and he
was going to be damned if she left him.
It's me who will decide to let you go or not. And you will not belong
to another.
"Oh, Jerry!" he heard a female voice cry out.
Keith opened the door that lead to the room where he heard the sound come
out. He stood there silent for a moment, watching as some guy named Jerry
st hst himself into his Clarissa.
Jerry with the same dark hair as his, but a much weaker build. A cheap imitation.
He probably had blue eyes, too.
Clarissa's head was thrown back in passion, her long wavy hair spread out.
Keith boiled. No one was suppose to see you with your hair down but me.
Her beautiful eyes were closed, and Keith stepped forward.
Clarissa gasped and tensed, as Jerry thrust harder. "Oh," she moaned.
"Jerry."
"Clarissa," Jerry murmured in return, as Keith unconsciously mouthed the
same name.
Jerry grunted as he came.
Clarissa let out a cry.
Jerry collapsed on top of Clarissa, panting for breath. "I love you,"
he whispered. "I love you so much."
"I love you, too," whispered Clarissa, violet-blue eyes cracking open. She
shrieked.
Jerry whirled around, as Clarissa scrambled to cover her naked body with
blankets.
Keith was right. Blue eyes.
"Who the hell are you?" Jerry shouted. "Get out of here!"
Keith continued to stare past Jerry's shoulder, his eyes boring into that
of Clarissa, who trembled in fear. "You disobeyed me," he said without
feeling. "And now you must be punished."
"What are you..." Jerry started, before gasping in pain.
Clarissa screamed when she saw the knife embedded in Jerry's chest.
Jerry's eyes were filled with disbelief as they took on the glassy look.
He slumped down. Clarissa screamed again as Keith came towards
her, crawling onto the bed, shoving Jerry's bleeding body off the sheets
and onto the floor. "Jerry! Jerry!" she kept screaming hysterically.
She gasped as Keith backhanded her.
"Shut up," he said. "Never, ever talk, unless you are spoken too. And never
say another man's name in my presence. You are mine."
He lunged towards her and pinned her to the bed.
"No! Please!" she cried.
Keith struck her again, leaving her in a daze. He reached down to Jerry's
cooling body and yanked out the knife. "You bitch," he said. "You opened
my heart and left it bleeding. And now I will do the same to you."
Clarissa moved her head, letting out a small whimper.
"You must have liked having him in you," Keith continued. "Did you
like me? Do you want me to take you?"
"N-no," Clarissa sobbed.
Keith laughed. "I wouldn't want to be in you. Not when you let another man
enter you. It has to be destroyed." He slid the knife down between
her breasts, down her stomach and past her navel. "This," he whispered,
"is more fitting for a back stabbing slut like you."
Clarissa's eyes widened at the searing pain that came from between her legs.
Then she gained the ability to scream as Keith fucked her with the
knife, again and again. His free hand pinned both her wrists over her
head, leaving her defenseless. He savagely bit at her breasts, tearing
at her nipples until blood dribbled down into her cleavage.
He yanked the knife out from between her legs and held it over her heart.
Clarissa let out a feeble cry, feeling her life flowing from her. The
pain that had consumed her, ebbing away. She looked up into the dark
blue eyes.
It was as if she were looking at a movie. She could no longer feel
anything, and everything sounded faded. Somewhere, in the deep recess
of her conscious mind, she was mildly surprised to see tears in Keith's eyes.
"I'm sorry, Clarissa," he whispered. "But I trusted you when I opened
my heart. And you left me." He brought down the knife, once,
then twice, then continuously, hacking into her chest as fast as he could.
Keith watched as the light in her eyes faded away until nothing was left
but a vacant stare. He finally stopped. He yanked the knife out of her chest
and stared at it, before bringing it up to his lips. He licked it clean,
a manic gleam forming in his eyes. "No matter when or where, I will
find you again, and I will not let you go." With that, he took out
the remains of her heart, and ate them.
AC 197
"Heeeeeeeeeeeerrrrooooooooo!"
Wufei and Heero winced as the voice of their former gundam comrade rang loud
and obnoxiously through the hall.
"God, he sounds like that crazy onna!" complained Wufei, turning to see how
Heero was reacting.
Heero face had resumed it's normal disinterested look as he turned back to
face the direction that Duo had bellowed from. Both of them spotted
their colleague jumping up and down, trying to look over the numerous taller
people that stood in between them. With the big grin on his face, Duo
resembled the idiot he liked to make himself out to be. It was one
thing Wufei couldn't understand. There was no longer much need to have
people underestimate them, so why did Duo play dumb?
On the other end of the hall way, Duo jumped one more time before spotting
the ex-Perfect Soldier. Now the Perfect Student, he thought to himself
with a smirk.
He briefly thought back to the time after the final war. He had worked
with the Sweepers for a while, alongside with Hilde. Then he got a call he
wasn't expecting. Seemed that some concerned citizen of earth wanted
the former gundam pilots to have a chance at living a normal life; And
in the process, it was suggested they attend, horror of horrors, school.
However, high school was not for them. The classes were not challenging
enough. Each one of them passed college entrance exams, which Duo had
no doubt that his passing probably stunned them alld sod so they had no other
place to go but college. Having also been in war, the goverment was
able to sign them off as adults, with on exception. Each of them had
to have a legal guardian. Howard took over Duo, Catherine took over
Trowa, Noin took over Heero, Sally took over Wufei, and Quatre's sisters
had a small war before agreeing to all be responsible for him.
Duo made sure to tease him about it every now and then.
As it was, the five of them were now a few of the youngest students.
At sixteen going on seventeen, it was a different experience seeing
older people in their classes. Being together, though, eased the transition,
no matter how odd it was to find themselves suddenly tutoring a 30 year old.
And of course, now instead of worrying about missions, I actually have
to worry about getting my work done on time. And even Heero's mellowed a
bit about deadlines, Duo added to his thoughts, a smile on his face.
He gets them done hours befohey'hey're due instead of a day or two.
Duo greeted another student as he made his way to Heero and Wufei.
"Hey, Wu!" he greeted.
Wufei grimaced.
Duo grinned.
"What do you want?" asked Heero, without real interest.
Duo's grin faltered just a bit. But he can still be as cold and distant
as always. "Uh, Quatre and Trowa are going to the carnival tonight.
And so am I. We just wanted to know if you two want to come along."
"I have a test to study for," answered Wufei. "And if I'm not mistaken, so
do you."
Duo shrugged. "Hey, gotta have some time to live a little."
"You've lived too much," Heero responded.
"Just a simple 'no' would suffice," grumbled Duo. He shrugged once
more and flashed a smile. "Well, you guys have fun hittin' those books."
He walked back from the direction he hame fme from.
Heero watched as the braided boy disappeared into the crowd. He turned back
to Wufei, and caught him staring at him with a contemplative and amused look
on his face. "What?" he asked tersely.
Wufei just rolled his eyes, sighed, and walked away.
Heero stood alone, puzzled, but not showing it. He glanced back where
Duo had went. Studies, he thought to himself. They may not
be life threatening like missions, but they're still important. I can't
just forfeit them to hang out with anyone, not even with Duo.
x
The night was at a comfortable temperature, humidity down to almost nothing,
and a soft breeze that kept insects away. The stars twinkled against
clear skies, as the moon showed it's full face. Laughter and screaming
could be heard throughout the entire park, as people talked and joked as
they made their ways around. Rides and booths had lines of people waiting
their turns, and the pathways were conjested with people trying to make their
way around the park. Music pulsated from each and every direction,
as the smell of food enticed hungry patrons.
Quatre and Duo laughed as they got off the ride Twister, arms around each
others shoulders. Trowa lagged behind, a small smirk on his face.
"Aw, man, that was great!" Duo said. "I think I'm going to puke!"
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"Duo!!" exclaimed Quatre.
Duo laughed some more.
"We're running out of tickets! I'll go get some more." Quatre wobbled towards
the nearest ticket booth.
"Careful," warned Trowa.
Duo chuckled, still trying to stand up right. "He can take care of
himself. Man, Heero and Wufei missed out big time."
Trowa looked on amused. "Yeah, they did," he said, standing perfectly
steady.
"Hey," Duo exclaimed, realizing that Trowa was having no trouble standing
still. "How come you're not dizzy?"
"Better sense of equilibrium."
Duo made a face.
"I got them!" they heard Quatre yell, waving a ribbon of tickets. "Let's
go on Pheonix next!" The blond took off running towards one ride that
had two caged cars than spun in a full circle.
"I've created a monster," murmured Duo. Trowa laughed, grabbed Duo
by the wrist, and ran after Quatre, dragging the braided boy behind him.
x
The campus was quiet, most of the student body having either gone to the
dorms or to the carnival. Heero's footsteps echoed as he walked alone
to his dorms, a back pack slung over his shoulders. It was so silent.
Even the crickets were quiet. Heero made a mental note to stop
wearing dress shoes if he was going to keep on studying till late night.
It sounded rather, dare he say, creepy? A slight breeze picked up,
sending a small chill through him. His arm broke out into goosebumps.
Heero glared at them. There was a time when I wasn't affected
by the cold, he thought to himself.
He looked up and narrowed his eyes when he saw a person dressed in black
walking his way. The person's jacket was hooded, and it rested over the head,
casting a shadow on his face. Judging by the build in the shoulders,
Heero assumed the person was male.
He felt himself tense up as the person continued to walk towards him.
There was something that set off every internal alarm he had. The air
felt colder, and the sense of danger weighed heavily on him. The person
walked past him.
Nothing happened.
Heero shook his head and continued forward, but continued to listen to his
surroundings.
It wasn't until he stepped into the dormitories that he allowed himself to
relax.
x
Wufei opened his eyes and snorted as he heard Duo's laughter in the halls.
Quatre and Trowa could barely be heard trying to shush
him. Baka, he thought, as he looked at his clock. 2 a.m.
He's gonna have a hell of a time waking up for the exam. Come to
think of it, so will I.
Wufei sighed as he rolled over, pulling the pillow and blanket over his head,
hoping to drown out the sounds from the hallway, and the snoring from his
room mate. A moment later, everything got quiet, and even the snoring's
volume lessened.
Wufei heaved a sigh of content, enjoying the peace and quiet.
It lasted about ten seconds.
"Help! Someone call the paramedics!" he heard Duo shouting, panic evident
in his voice.
Wufei jumped out of his bed and rushed out of his r &nb Several students
were opening the doors to see what the commotion was about.
Heero was among them, making his way to Duo's dorm room.
Both of them arrived at the same time.
Upon entering the room, they found Duo kneeling on the floor next to the
lifeless body of a fellow student. He was giving mouth to mouth, his eyes
wide with fear and despair. Duo glanced up and saw them. "Give me a
hand!" he ordered, hysteria creeping into his voice.
Heero immediately went to his side and began doing the chest compressions.
A few moments later, someone shouted that they had called the paramedics
and that the dean was coming.
Quatre and Trowa finally arrived, their rooms being at the other end of the
hallway.
Quatre let out a small gasp as he glanced around the room, as if searching
for something. Trowa looked on, silently.
"C'mon, Stevens," Duo growled. "Fight, dammit!"
Wufei glanced at Quatre, who now stood shivering, arms crossed.
"He's gone, Duo," Quatre whispered.
"No!" shouted Duo. "He was up just a few seconds ago. No one can go
that quickly!"
"What's going on?" boomed a deep voice.
"Excuse us," said another voice.
Duo, Heero, and Wufei stepped out of the way as a couple of paramedics made
their way in, taking over the young men's positions.
Duo headed over to the dean, his face looking pale. "I, we, .
. . that is, I was at the carnival, and when I got back, Stevens was just
sitting there with this...dreamy...look on his face," Duo rambled, at loss
for the words he needed to describe what he saw. "He just kind of sat
there. I thought he was stoned. Then he said 'It was wonderful, Duo.'
And he just..." Duo made a motion with his hand of something flopping over.
"I checked his pulse and it was gone!"
"We've got a pulse," one of the paramedics suddenly said.
Duo watched as his room mate was loaded onto a stretcher and wheeled out
of the room. "Is he gonna be all right?" he called out.
One of the paramedics glanced at him. "We hope so," he said.
The dean turned to Duo, taking in the shaken appearance of the youth.
"You might wish to sleep elsewhere, Duo, " he said gently,
understanding that even a full grown adult would feel unnerved. A soldier
would be no different. "That is, if you feel uncomfortable about going
back to sleep in your dorm room."
"You can stay with us," Quatre offered, still looking around uneasily.
Duo glanced at Heero.
Heero nodded once.
Wufei couldn't help but smirk, despite the severity of the situation.
"I can stay with Heero," said Duo, sounding subdued.
The dean nodded.
Silently, the pilots left to their dorms. Duo stepped into his to pick
up a change of clothes and his books, then hurried the hell out of his room.
The look in Stevens's eye had looked freaky, and had raised the hairs on
the back of Duo's neck. He had felt cold, and he had the eeriest sensation
that something was watching him. Whatever had happened before his arrival,
Duo didn't want to risk the chance of it happening again with him.
x
"What happened in there?" Trowa asked quietly, as he closed the door behind
him.
Quatre shook his head. "It felt all wrong in there, Trowa," he said. "It
felt so cold, like death. I...it's hard to explain," he muttered. "I
didn't like it. I didn't feel safe."
Trowa nodded. He stepped over to Quatre and gently embraced him.
The blond boy shook with the unreasonable fear that lay inside him.
x
Duo stared at the ceiling, hands linked behind his head. He remained
silent for a bit, and then he let out a sigh of frustration and sat up. "I'm
the guest, you know," he said, glancing over the edge to see Heero, who was
laying on the floor. "You could sleep on your bed."
Heero rolled over to look up at him. "Shut up," he said.
"Okay, okay, I was only offering. Sheesh." Duo pulled back and laid
down, snuggling into the covers. Despite the warmth, he couldn't stop shivering.
Stevens's eyes kept appearing in his mind. Such a peaceful look that
was so out of place against his pale white skin, and those dark circles under
his eyesbsp;bsp;If anything, Stevens had looked like he was drained from
everything that made him the lively person he was.
And as if the whole creep factor wasn't enough, he also felt guilty
about taking Hes bes bed and leaving the Japanese boy on the floor.
Of course, he thought to himself. I could invite him to share the
bed. Although he'd probably regress back to his perfect soldier days and
threaten my life. Or he might accept it, which won't be the best of
things. I mean, I'm straight, I know I am, but I like having him near me.
He looks good, for a guy. But admitting that a guy looks good
doesn't mean I'm gay, right? Of course not. I just have an open and
liberal mind.
Or you're gay but in denial, added a sniggering voice.
Shut-up, Duo's voice replied. So, if I'm straight then I
wouldn't exactly feel hurt if he refused. I just would like the comfort
of the human touch.
A snort.
I thought I said to shut-up.
Touchy, touchy. Ever hear of 'bisexual?"
Ack, I'm not hearing this! And now that I think about it, how did Heero
end up with a single room?
Diversion tactics now?
I thought I said to shut-up! Great, now I'm arguing with myself. Anyhow,
here goes.
Duo leaned over once more, feeling as nervous as hell. "Heero?"
"What," stated Heero, in a tone Duo recognized as
I'm-about-to-do-something-drastic-if-you- don't-shut-up.
""Uh, never mind." Duo dropped back, fighting back the pain in his
throat. I just need someone, dammit, and I can't say a word.
The room was silent for a few more seconds.
Heero lay on the floor, eyes closed. Yet, he could hear that Duo's breathing
was too rapid for sleep. He quietly sat up and glanced at the bed.
Duo lay on his side, shivering despite the blankets that covered him.
Heero sighed, attracting Duo's attention.
"Sit up and move over," Heero ordered.
"What?" Duo asked, somewhat stupidly. This, he wasn't expecting.
"The floor is too uncomfortable, it's colder than I thought, and the bed
is just big enough for the both of us."
"Oh." Duo sat up and shifted to to make some room.
Heero lay down next to him.
Duo blinked.
Enough room for two?
Only if you lay on top of him.
Shut-up!!
Heero looked at him, raising an eyebrow.
Duo's eyes widened slightlyen hen he slowly lowered himself down, giving
Heero a chance to move. He didn't.
Duo felt his eyes widen more as Heero's arm wrapped around his shoulder and
brought him closer. Duo ended up having his head resting on Heero's
shoulder.
"Goodnight, Duo," Heero murmured, softly.
"Goodnight," Duo responded, closing his eyes.
A few minutes later, Heero gave a small smile as Duo's breathing slowed down,
and the former Deathscythe pilot fell asleep.
x
The cafeteria was noisy as people shouted to be heard over other people's
conversations. Sitting at one of the tables were Wufei and Duo. For
once, Wufei found himself not subjected to Duo's lengthy conversations.
The braided teen was silent, his forehead resting against the table.
Wufei only wished that Duo's plate of food had been directly underneath
instead. It would have given him something worth laughing about.
Then again...
There was the way Heero offered his room to Duo, considering that there was
only one bed in that dorm room. In fact, he'd been noticing the way
Heero would just stare at Duo, especially after having given him the brush
off and sending Duo on his way. It was a look of contemplation and
trying to understand some dark secret. That or Heero was suffering
from either an ulcer or constipation.
A small smile graced Wufei's lips as he leaned forward, placing his elbow
on the table, resting his chin on his fist. He had begun to analyze
Heero's behavior, and now he had another person to dissect. This was
going to be amusing.
Heero and Duo, in a single person dorm. Heero no where in sight, and
Duo obviously sleepy. Sure the boy went to bed late, plus the fact
that bis roomate had died in his room, but... Heero and Duo.
"So..." he started. "Where did you sleep? On the floor? Or in Heero's
bed?"
"On Heero," Duo murmured.
Wufei snickered.
Duo's head shot up. "I mean, Heero's bed!" He flushed pink.
"Hn," responded Wufei, a knowing smirk on his face.
Duo sank into his seat, ringring his face with his hands.
While it had been wonderful waking up in the arms of Heero, the feeling itself
scared him. Was he in love with Heero, or was it just some powerful
sense of friendshipbsp;bsp;
Soul mates! That's it.
Try 'mates.' Fits better.
Dammit! Just where did you come from?!
Duo made a face as the unwelcome voice sniggered, which sounded suspiciously
like Wufei, now that he thought about it.
The real Wufei glanced at him, wondering what was up with the American.
"Duo!"
"Quatre!" Duo jumped up and waved at the Arabian, grateful for the diversion.
Trailing behind the blonde was Trowa, a lunch tray in his hands.
The two dow down in front of Duo, forcing Wufei to move over.
"Injustice!" scoffed Wufei. "I was here first!"
"But Wuffles, you can't hog Duo all to yourself," retorted Trowa, mimicking
Duo almost perfectly.
Wufei's jaw dropped, and then he grinned as he and Trowa engaged in a battle
of wits. It would be interesting to see how much Trowa had learned
from his peers.
Meanwhile, Quatre spoke with Duo. "Where's Heero?" he asked.
"Studying," replied Duo, wrinkling his nose.
Quatre chuckled as he shook his head. "Figures."
They talked for a bit, unaware of the battle going on next to them, until
Trowa suddenly interrupted them.
"So how's Stevens?" he asked, as Wufei leaned back, looking triump.
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