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The Desolo// The Abandoned	By : Kimera Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1154 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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AN: I am sooooooo sorry this took so long to get out. I got caught up in my school and two jobs and a creative writing class that is unbelievably time consuming. Here it is, I swear I�m not done.

Chapter 13:

Zechs had to nearly run to catch up with his Owned. He wasn�t hard to follow, seeing as there was still a trail of blood marking his passage, and if it wasn�t the blond�s imagination, the trail seemed to be getting thicker. "Duo, stop for a moment!" he called once the First was in sight. Like a switch had been thrown, Duo halted in mid-stride and stood absolutely still as he waited for his Master to catch up. "Dammit," he muttered, grabbing a wrist and prying the fist open, revealing a bloody mess of shredded skin. He looked at the Owned�s face and made to start a lecture, only to stop when he realized that Duo had yet to look at him. Violet eyes were still focused forward, barely restrained fury smoldering in their depths. The taller man sighed and gently took the First by the elbow and began to maneuver him to their shared office where a first aid kit was kept. There was really no reason to bring this to Sally, much as he was loath to admit it. She would just start asking a lot of questions that Zechs wasn�t entirely sure he wanted to answer. If the damage was worse than it looked, he�d take the Owned to see her. Until then, it wasn�t worth the stress that it would place on both.

The blond Preventer yanked the two desk chairs so that they were close and sat Duo down as he pulled out the first aid kit, grabbing a lot of gauze and hydrogen peroxide. Zechs wasn�t really sure how clean the Owned�s talons had been before digging them into his palms, but he wasn�t going to risk infection. Taking the first palm and a clean towel, he began to pour the peroxide over it liberally. The tensing of Duo�s arm was the only sign of the sting it had to be causing, and that worried the blond greatly. Pausing as he wiped away the peroxide and blood to get a clearer look at the wound, he glanced at the First�s face.

Totally blank. A poker face that would�ve done Heero or Trowa proud when td bed been at their peaks. The only sign of life in the features so reminiscent of legendary fey was the fury still ablaze in his eyes which almost seemed to glow. It was almost as if he were a statue but for those burning orbs, inhumanly beautiful, sitting ramrod straight and utterly still. It was worrisome. More than worrisome.

"Duo?" he asked softly, pouring peroxide over the palm again, watching it fizz as it came into contact with the blood. "Duo?" he called again, now trying to keep the fear out of his voice. Something in his tone must have gotten through, because the Owned closed his eyes, a slow, deliberate movement, then seemed to melt into the chair. "Duo?"

A deep, world-weary sigh was let out and suddenly, those ethereal features looked very, very old. "I�m sorry, did you say something?" He didn�t open his eyes, and his tone held the same weariness that his sigh had.

"Duo, look at me," Zechs stated, calmer, more in control now that Duo was at least moving again. Slowly, amethystine orbs opened and met the blue of his Master�s. "Talk to me, Duo." It was a tone that was very close to the one someone would use to talk down a potential jumper: calm, reasonable, and very, very careful. It earned the blond a rueful scoff.

"I�m not going to self-destruct, Zechs. Please don�t talk to me like I will," his eyes still held a little pain, too much age that was usually hidden, but there was also a touch of amusement, morbid as it may be.

"You scared me. I�ve never seen you act like that before," Zechs confided, a little bit of the confusion and fear he�d felt seeping into the words.

Duo looked sharply as his Master hearing the emotions and his eyes softened. He made to reach out to the blond then, stopped, seeming to remember his torn hands and hissed. "Wow, I really did a number on �em didn�t I?" he let out a long breath. "Sorry I scared you."

Finishing up the first hand, convinced that it wasn�t going to start bleeding again, Zechs took the second, and began to clean it. "You going tll mll me what brought that on?" his tone was conversational now, almost disinterested. "You were nearly catatonic."

Duo hissed as the peroxide was poured over his palm like liquid electricity, but he wasn�t fooled by his Master�s tone. "Do you want the real reason, or the surface reason?" he delayed slightly.

Zechs gave him a look through his bangs for a moment before pouring more peroxide. "You can start with the surface reason, but I want the real one too."

"I�m the First. I hate truly fighting with other Owned," he sighed, hissing a little bit. "We weren�t meant to fight one another. And I absolutely hate that the youngest is being abused," there was a growl in his voice as he said the last part.

Zechs nodded and continued prodding the palm until he was certain it was done bleeding before taking antibacterial and smearing it over the palm. "That�s a little more than a surface reason, but go on." Duo started to clench his fists again as he thought about it but the blond stopped him. "Don�t do that again. Keep this up and you won�t have a palm left. I�m half-surprised that you didn�t tear any ligaments or nerves." He began to wrap gauze around the hand.

"Sorry� I just�" he gritted his teeth, hate re-alighting in his eyes. "I hate abusers�" the vehemence in his tone nearly made his Master put physical space between them. He stopped in mid-wrap and felt himself frozen by the sheer malevolence in the Owned�s now glowing crimson gaze. "There is nothing more on or off the Earth I hate more�" Only the gentle weight of Zechs� hands on his own kept them from curling up and delivering more damaging tears. Again, the pain so evident in his Owned tore at the former prince�s heart. He was surprised when Duo leaned forward and curled his arms and head into his Master�s lap, and began to sob quietly. "I hate that he won�t defend himself�" the whispered words, choked out between soft whimpers almost escaped the blond�s ears. Almost.

In response, Zechs rolled his chair a little closer and allowed the crying Owned to cling to him a little more easily, and stroked the braid tenderly. It was still so odd to see the proud pilot break down into tears, but Duo�s newly revealed vulnerability touched his Master deeply. Soon, Duo was not the only one clinging.

~*~

Noin felt anger swell within her. Duo�s head was in *her* fiancé�s lap. Worse yet, Zechs was running a hand absently through the lose man of chestnut that was the Owned�s hair. It fell like a cloak about the First and puddled on the floor. That impractical mass had been braided when they�d left that morning. The blond�s office was dark. What was going on in there?!

"Zechs!" her voice was sharp, on the edge of accusatory. He looked up sharply but the First didn�t blink. He�d heard her approch the office, been able to smell Noin�s fury like a harsh perfume.

"Lucy?" Zechs asked, voice surprised but not guilty. "What are you doing here?" Duo winced mentally. Wrong question.

"What? Am I not allowed to see my fiancé at work now?" her voice was level with something under it which made the statement sound shrill.

"You know, I didn�t mean it that way," he sighed.

The shorthaired woman stepped in, closed the door and turned on the lights. "Why are you holding him like that?"

Sky eyes blinked for a moment, as if to say "like what?" before realizing the potentially compromising position he and his Owned were in. Duo hadn�t moved, watching everything almost unnaturally still, silently, intently, violet spheres unblinking. "I was just comforting him. We ran into another Owned whose Master�" he trailed off, hoping she understood.

"That doesn�t explain why you�re playing with his hair," there was real anger in her voice now. Zechs� hand froze in its tracks. "Comforting your little pet is all well and good, but there�s no reason to have taken down his hair," she scowled.

In the back of his mind, the former prince wondered when he had taken Duo�s hair down, but anger pushed the wayward thought away. "Don�t call him that." His voice was low, hostility entering it.

"Don�t call him what?"

"My pet. Duo is his own person."

"Well, what else am I supposed to call him when he�s kneeling at your side, being pet like a prized dog?" Noin sneered. Duo couldn�t help but think how unflattering the expression was on her face.

Zechs almost pulled away from the Desolo until he realized he had no reason to pull away. The blond Preveneter rested his hand on Duo�s head. His failure to push the First away apparently angered his fiancée greatly. She let out a sound of frustration and turned on her heel.

"Fine! If you want to play with your little whore, then stay away from me!" she stomped out. The Owned�s eyes had lit up in red hate momentarily at the word "whore" but made no other move.

"Lucy!" Zechs moved to go after her, but Duo grabbed his hand.

"Let her go. She just needs some time to cool off," he advised.

Zechs turned somewhat lost eyes on the younger man. "But we weren�t doing anything wrong," it sounded almost pleading and the First sat up.

"You�re right. We weren�t doing anything wrong, but she should have more faith in your love for her. She�s just uneasy because she knows I love you," he took his Master�s hand and gently pressed a kiss to his palm. The former prince snatched his hand away.

"With your doing things like that, it�s no wonder she�s jumping to conclusions," he gave the Desolo a cool glare and Duo returned his gaze without flinching, finally forcing Zechs to look away.

"I won�t apologize for loving you," he stated, tone soft, but firm. "I won�t apologize for my emotions period, but I certainly am not going to apologize for loving you."

The steady honesty in Duo�s inhuman eyes made Zechs feel vaguely ashamed. It was not Duo�s fault that he loved his Master. It was not Zechs� that he was helplessly attracted to his Owned. If anyone was at fault, it was Kelvare, and he had already paid the ultimate price.

The violet-eyed Owned laid his head against Zechs� knee again. "I won�t ever apologize for loving you. If you think of me only as your pet, then, as long as that makes you happy, I will gladly our our pet," the First�s voice was soft but clear in the small office.

"Don�t speak of yourself that way!" the blond protested, lifting Duo�s face. "You deserve so much more, Duo," he sighed, feeling at a loss.

A harsh laugh came from the Owned�s throat. "Me?" he asked with derision. "I�m the one who deserves Burgardt, not my brother. You are so much better than what I deserve," he countered, but saw the protesting look on his Master�s face. "Okay," he conceded. "What do you think I deserve?"

Dawn colored eyes gazed into twilight for a long moment before answering. "Someone who will love you as you love them. Someone who� can love you as you need to be loved. As you deserve to be�"

The Desolo just gave his Master a small, appeasing smile reminiscent of a parent indulging a child. "Someone like Heero, right?" he shook his head. "You are my Master, Zechs. e ise is no one else for me anymore," he gave an almost beatific smile and closing his eyes, knelt up to place a gentle kiss on the blond�s forehead, then on eaheekheek and a final, soft, barely there kiss to the lips. "I�m not the one who deserves better," he whispered. "It�s you."

Without warning, the violet-eyed man was up and at the door. "Back to work," he reminded quietly, then was gone, leaving his Master touching his face, the places the Owned had kissed almost reverently, a little stunned and more confused than he had been before.

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THANKS TO:::

Devylzangyl, Tia Mina, leemax^_^, deathangelshinigami, and especially SHIKARU for your reviews.

As a general response to the pleads/demands for 1x2 to <takes a deep breath>

<pulls down eyelid, sticks out tongue and blows a raspberry> Himitsu desu! ^_^ You�re all right, I�m w/in my rights, as the author to do whatever I dang well please w/ my characters, and I do know what I�m going to do. Dunno if ya�ll�ll like it <yes, ya�ll�ll, not a typo> but, I do have a plan. Though I have to admit you�ve come up w/ some interesting ways to try destroy and/or override the impression. For better or for worse, if something happened that destroyed the Impression, you�d have a totally amnesiac Desolo (because the total loss of personality would mean he wouldn�t even be Duo anymore.) Nice try though. Definitely interesting ideas.
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