The Truth Behind Broken Mirrors
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Adult ++
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Lithium
Title: The Truth behind Broken Mirrors
Author: One Winged Shinigami
Pairing: 1x2x1
Rated: NC-17
Warning: Mental Penetration (Worse than an AP Physics test,) insanity, violence, alludes to NCS, eventual Lemony things
Notes: A story involving a disturbed Duo and a psychoanalytic Heero. Who is the crazy one and who is the sane? Or is everyone around them the ones who are insane. Corruption in the government, wars without an end, dead children, poverty, illness... who is Duo and why does he desperately need Heero's help? And why does Heero keep getting deja vu now that he's met the mysterious boy?
Meep, I forgot a disclaimer in the first chapter. God my memory has been shot to hell.
Disclaimer for the rest of the story: My therapist promises that if I write enough letters to Bandai, they’ll give me Duo and Heero. Still haven’t heard back from them though so I don’t at the moment.
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Chapter 2
Lithium
1. Chemistry. A soft, silver-white metallic element, the lightest of all metals, occurring combined in certain minerals.
2. Pharmacology. The substance in its carbonate or citrate form used in the treatment or prophylaxis of bipolar disorder or mania.
Is it any wonder why I'm scared?
If I was a little younger would I care?
Feeling like the walls are growing stronger,
I don't know if this cage can hold me any longer
You never dreamed you'd have to live your life so guarded,
Cause they'll find a way to make you feel discarded
I'm not afraid of tomorrow,
I'm only scared of myself,
Feels like my insides are on fire,
and I’m looking through the eyes of someone else
I never thought they'd want me to go even faster,
Never thought I took my foot off the gas,
Everybody loves to be in on the pressure,
But I know they're all waiting for the crash
You never dreamed you'd have to live your life so guarded,
Cause they'll find a way to make you feel discarded,
Things have changed you've become a complication,
Can’t make it through another days Humiliation
I'm not afraid of tomorrow,
I only scared of myself,
Feels like my insides are on fire
and I’m looking through the eyes of someone else
Someone else...
Is it any wonder why the answer keeps me petrified?
Is it any wonder why,
I'm scared...
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Click, nothing, next page, click, nothing, next page, click...
Sickly greenish backlighting burned its way into my eyeballs, or perhaps it was the violent violet that had remained that disturbed me. Apart from the light from the computer, the room was cast in the shadow of the evening hour. My pulse rang loudly in my ears and throat as I swallowed and slipped into my fourth hour of searching for information. Sighing, I stretched, standing, having nothing to do but let one more program do a sweep. I walked over to the heavy curtains that were drawn across my window. Everything outside was drenched with rainwater. I had heard the storm but hadn’t realized it had gotten so wet. I frowned as my gaze settled on the city below. It was time to go… I turned back around to see my computer winking at me.
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The room was bleached ivory, shining a powerful white. It was blinding, everything reflecting off everything else, a photographer’s worst nightmare.
“Get those clothes off him!” snapped General Greg. His jeans were yanked off him, followed by the T shirt. He hissed as this caused the cuffs to chafe against him. A series of searches were carried out, followed by a plethora of injections that would have even the most fanatical Heroin addicts feeling slightly disturbed. Nevertheless, he stood there, eyes open, waiting for what he already knew was coming. Greg licked his lips, a gesture that not even his fellow comrades could stomach very well, it was hideous, his leering. “You are dismissed,” he growled out, keeping his gaze fixed upon the boy. Hearing the door announce the departure of the other three, he began to shrug out of his worn leather, military coat.
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“Trowa, I need to talk with you.” I hoped my voice didn’t sound as desperate as it seemed, I clutched the phone a bit tighter.
“Alright, shoot,” replied the smooth, deep, voice I had come to rely on when things went way down hill.
I sighed, closing my eyes, “in private, certainly not over the phone.”
There was a sigh and then, “Heero, when are you going to get over your paranoia and realized that most people aren’t after you?”
I was really not in the mood for this, “Trowa this is ridiculous, I need help god damn it! Not your cynical attitude, and definitely not a shrink session with you as the shrink!”
There was a pause and for a moment I thought the man had hung up on me, “alright, sounds serious, where do you want to meet?”
I smiled, much better, “let’s just do the usual, meet you in an hour?”
“Right,” came the voice and a click came soon after that. I placed the phone back on the hook and refocused my attention on the screen, frowning. ‘Where are you? I can’t find you. Stop hiding from me, Duo…’
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“Duo…”
Eyes opened, gaze drifting over to the woman at the doorway through the mountains of hair that had collected over his face as he lay bent over the examinations table, his entire torso flush against the cold metal. Slowly he pushed his form into a standing position; the woman cocked her head to the side, waiting for him. “Come on, you know the drill.”
He let the curtain fall, blocking his eyes from sight. Padding over to the door, he passed the woman as he went.
“Duo…” her voice called out softly again. He stopped in his tracks but did not turn around to face her. An innocent whisper cut through the air,
“I don’t want to…”
The woman turned to face the boy’s naked back. “Well you have to.” She replied, no sympathy in her voice.
He turned his wide eyes to her, they seemed so far away, too distant to follow. “It hurts…,” he breathed. She stared at him for a long time. “You’re lying” she finally bit out, giving him a slight shove forward. “Go” she ordered. He was quick to obey, walking swiftly down the hallway away from her.
He mentally counted the doors as he went along.
‘One two buckle your shoe
Three four shut the door
Five six pick up sticks
Seven eight lay them straight…’
Hallways branched out, leading to the elsewhere that was this private little world. Duo finally stopped outside a large, double hinged doorway.
“Nine ten start over again,” he whispered, leaning his head against the cool stainless steel door, allowing his head push him through to the other side.
The room he entered was quite a chilly temperature against his bare flesh, but Duo relished in it. In the center of the room lay what looked like those moving walkways you see at the airport. The boy walked up to it, staring down the conveyor belt to where it lead through the wall into the next room. There was a large strip of window facing along one side of it but Duo paid it no mind. He threw his cuffs around an adjustable hook that hung from a bar in the ceiling, watching as it slowly closed its metallic fist around the chains. The walkway began moving and as a result so did Duo, his cuffs making screeching sounds against the bar above him as it was dragged along. The bluish tint to the room began to change color. Shower heads from above spit out water at high speeds, spraying the boy from all angels. However, it was not the force of the water that hurt, it was the temperature. 80 degrees climbed to 90, 90 to 100, it kept going until Duo was crying out at the sensation. His screams echoing about the tiled room, his head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut. His legs slowly gave out from underneath but the chains kept him in a standing position, the dead weight of his unsupported body causing them to chafe against his skin. Screams turned into gurgles, and then were swallowed up into nothing…
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“It’s called Larkhill.”
A fit of hacking reverberated out of the unibanged boy that sat across from me. His name was Trowa and I was seriously contemplating CPR by the time his coughing fit had let up. He had a look of startled horror disfiguring his face; there was something very wrong about this place. “Trowa, pull yourself together. You look like you have seen a ghost.”
Trowa shook his head, “I might as well have…” He stared at me straight in the eye, I must admit the man was quite good at it, my attention was instantly completely focused on him. He was silent though, and I am not a mind reader.
“What is it, then?” I pressed; this was why I had dragged my long time friend out here in this first place after all.
“It’s… well it’s a medical facility.”
If there is one thing I hate, its hospitals. In fact, the color white gives me a headache. And don’t even think about getting near me with a needle.
This posed a lot more questions so I began shuffling through my briefcase for the file. I was about to pull the thick folder out but suddenly Duo’s words came back to me, it was strange it was almost like he was there repeating it to me in my ear. “I’m me, and what I say should be what you decide my fate upon.” Without thinking, I dropped the folder back into place. I could feel Trowa raising his eye at me when I came back to sitting in a normal position with nothing in my hands to show him. He was obviously very curious about why I needed to know about the place. I straightened my napkin, “I had that case I told you about today.”
I could tell this was a strange branch of behavior for me. I never got into details about work, only allowing vague discussions of it to enter into conversations.
Trowa paused for a second before replying, “ah, the one you didn’t know anything about before it started?”
“Well I’ve had those kinds of cases before.” I explained, though it seemed to be more to myself than to him. There was a long silence between us, I still was not looking my friend in the eye, I didn’t want to accept the fact that I was acting strange, and I know his eyes would show just that.
Trowa chuckled, “ah, so someone has finally caught my young padawan’s attention. Who is she?”
All the silverware that I had been in the process of aligning perfectly fell, with a clatter, to the floor. At that I had to look up and glare at him, “She is a guy, Trowa, and this has nothing to do with that.”
His face dropped in disappointment, “then what is this about, Heero?”
I bent down and retrieved the utensils, placing them as far away from me on the table as possible and then replacing them with the table next to ours’. “I don’t know, I just… I need more information about him, I can not continue his case with the amount I have right now.”
“But what does this have to do with Larkhill?” Trowa questioned.
I shook my head, “I don’t know, but he and it are connected some how. So what do you know about the place?”
Trowa sat back in his chair with a sigh, “Well it’s certainly not the most popular place on the planet. It’s full of security, uptight scientists, and stern doctors and nurses. It isn’t meant to be a pleasant experience going there.”
“Why have I never heard of it? What’s it for?”
The tick in his leg causing it to twitch about, he often did this when he was nervous. Actually, he always did it after sitting still for long periods of time. “It’s the dark horse of the OZ organization.” He was rocking the table a bit; the crystal clear water swirled about our glasses as a result.
Well anything involving them had to be a bit disturbing, that was for sure. “How can a hospital be the dark horse of anything, especially them?”
He shrugged, “it’s not a hospital per say… there are…certain distinctive characteristics that one must have to be a patient there. And there is no care involved in what they do there…” Trowa trailed off, leading me to ponder.
The food finally came. I had ordered my regular, which is a Caesar salad, and Trowa immediately bit into his grossly proportioned BLT. I waited while he chewed before asking, “Then what is the defining characteristic? Who ends up there?”
“You are going to have to figure that one out yourself, I know next to nothing about it; it’s one of the most secretive places in the world. All I know is that a lot of people who work there are idealists, which isn’t much help.” He went back to quickly gobbling down his food. I then remembered that he had somewhere to be, so I quickly began digging into mine as well, despite the pit of nausea that hat sprung to life inside my stomach.
“Listen, I know you have to run off to your fuck bunny but do you know anyone who could tell me more about this? I really need the information Trowa, nobody’s life is a complete secret.
“Except yours of course, right Heero?” Trowa bit out sarcastically; well at least I hoped it was. He was glaring at me, obviously offended by rudeness towards his lover. Which was understandable, I had no reason to address him in such a way; he was a fine person in all standards. “I’ll have you know that Quatre” there was a huge emphasis on the name, “is your best bet to getting the information you seek, he has more connections in that area.”
I looked up with a hopeful glance, cursing inwardly at the pissed off expression Trowa had on his face. I sighed, “Look Trowa I’m sorry, I’m a bit of a mess today. Quatre’s a decent person; I just really need to know more about…”
Trowa cut me off, “I’ll ask him to send you an email, is that ok?” Trowa was smiling at me previous discomfort. I didn’t need to apologize often.
I smiled back, “acceptable.” I know he absolutely loathes when I talk like that. It has become a bit of a humor spot for me.
He punched me lightly in the shoulder, “asshole” he stated jovially, before standing up and putting his jacket back on, it was getting colder outside. “You get to pay this time for being a dip shit.”
I chuckled, “alright Trowa, have a nice night.” With that he was gone, off to spend time with better company. I left my dinner half eaten, leaving a healthy tip for the waitress. Stepping out into the night air, I shivered. I had brought no jacket with me but that was alright because I drove to work now a days. The city lights were too bright to see the stars but I imagined, as I strolled down the street, that the sky had to be beautifully clear tonight after this evening’s storm.
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The loud slam of a cell door woke the boy right before he was unmercifully thrown to the cold marble floor. He quickly scrambled to the nearest corner, pulling his knees up against his chest, staring blankly out through thick locks of chestnut. Everything was pitch black now save for that sharp violet gaze. The one way mirror began to glow from the reflection of the moon coming from the small window at the top of the cell, outlining Duo’s reflected silhouette in pale light.
if you are near to the dark
I will tell you 'bout the sun
you are here, no escape
from my visions of the world
you will cry all alone
but it does not mean a thing to me
“The oh so familiar voice began. Filled with malice and contempt, it seared through his mind, penetrating every inch of his soul. “I don’t understand…” the boy responded in a whisper, “No! What did I do wrong?!”
knowing the song I will sing
till the darkness comes to sleep
come to me, I will tell
'bout the secret of the sun
it's in you, not in me
but it does not mean a thing to you
“Don't you realize what you’re doing to me? You’re driving me mad! I hate you! Set me free? You put me in a prison to set me free?!”
the sun is in your eyes
the sun is in your ears
I hope you see the sun
someday in the darkness
“Shut up! I don't want to hear it. I wasn't in a prison. I was happy! I was happy here –”
the sun is in your eyes
the sun is in your ears
but you can't see the sun
ever in the darkness
it does not much matter to me
“That's warped! That's evil and it's wrong! What gives you the right to judge? Who are you to say what's not good enough?!”
A sharp tremor ran through the boy’s body. He jolted upright, eyes flying open, letting out a surprise gasp of pain. He curled into a ball in the corner, making the cell appear empty at first glance. “I’ll listen this time… mother…”
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Ok, I hope this chapter answers whoever asked whether Duo is a virgin. Yeah, um, I don’t think that this is possible when the boy grew up on the streets. Some people seem to forget this detail and skip right to the Maxwell Church but Duo lived on the streets both before and after the church aspect of his life. The streets implies you have no money, which means you get food whatever way possible, which means when stealing doesn’t work you are going to be selling yourself, end of story. In addition, most people who live and run the streets are creepy and are those people you cross the street to avoid just so you yourself don’t get raped. If you live on e the streets, you are bound to have tons of unwanted sex going down, yes everyone pat Duo on the head.
Uh, yeah, there is a very good reason for why Heero is 19 already a psychologist. Part of it you can figure out but…Heero has a lot of secrets in this too let’s just leave it at that…
The chapter title is both a Nirvana song and an Evanescence song and they both fit this fic VERY well. I advice listening to both of them but not at the same time as Kurt and Amy don’t mix. This chapter is shorter, but I think the next will be longer. Props to anyone who can tell me where these songs are coming from and which anime I watch too much (2nd only to GW.) I also apologize for the switching of POVs and from 3rd to 1st tense (this will not happen so often from now on), and any other grammar crap because I lack a beta.
Please comment, I love comments.
Author: One Winged Shinigami
Pairing: 1x2x1
Rated: NC-17
Warning: Mental Penetration (Worse than an AP Physics test,) insanity, violence, alludes to NCS, eventual Lemony things
Notes: A story involving a disturbed Duo and a psychoanalytic Heero. Who is the crazy one and who is the sane? Or is everyone around them the ones who are insane. Corruption in the government, wars without an end, dead children, poverty, illness... who is Duo and why does he desperately need Heero's help? And why does Heero keep getting deja vu now that he's met the mysterious boy?
Meep, I forgot a disclaimer in the first chapter. God my memory has been shot to hell.
Disclaimer for the rest of the story: My therapist promises that if I write enough letters to Bandai, they’ll give me Duo and Heero. Still haven’t heard back from them though so I don’t at the moment.
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Chapter 2
Lithium
1. Chemistry. A soft, silver-white metallic element, the lightest of all metals, occurring combined in certain minerals.
2. Pharmacology. The substance in its carbonate or citrate form used in the treatment or prophylaxis of bipolar disorder or mania.
Is it any wonder why I'm scared?
If I was a little younger would I care?
Feeling like the walls are growing stronger,
I don't know if this cage can hold me any longer
You never dreamed you'd have to live your life so guarded,
Cause they'll find a way to make you feel discarded
I'm not afraid of tomorrow,
I'm only scared of myself,
Feels like my insides are on fire,
and I’m looking through the eyes of someone else
I never thought they'd want me to go even faster,
Never thought I took my foot off the gas,
Everybody loves to be in on the pressure,
But I know they're all waiting for the crash
You never dreamed you'd have to live your life so guarded,
Cause they'll find a way to make you feel discarded,
Things have changed you've become a complication,
Can’t make it through another days Humiliation
I'm not afraid of tomorrow,
I only scared of myself,
Feels like my insides are on fire
and I’m looking through the eyes of someone else
Someone else...
Is it any wonder why the answer keeps me petrified?
Is it any wonder why,
I'm scared...
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Click, nothing, next page, click, nothing, next page, click...
Sickly greenish backlighting burned its way into my eyeballs, or perhaps it was the violent violet that had remained that disturbed me. Apart from the light from the computer, the room was cast in the shadow of the evening hour. My pulse rang loudly in my ears and throat as I swallowed and slipped into my fourth hour of searching for information. Sighing, I stretched, standing, having nothing to do but let one more program do a sweep. I walked over to the heavy curtains that were drawn across my window. Everything outside was drenched with rainwater. I had heard the storm but hadn’t realized it had gotten so wet. I frowned as my gaze settled on the city below. It was time to go… I turned back around to see my computer winking at me.
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The room was bleached ivory, shining a powerful white. It was blinding, everything reflecting off everything else, a photographer’s worst nightmare.
“Get those clothes off him!” snapped General Greg. His jeans were yanked off him, followed by the T shirt. He hissed as this caused the cuffs to chafe against him. A series of searches were carried out, followed by a plethora of injections that would have even the most fanatical Heroin addicts feeling slightly disturbed. Nevertheless, he stood there, eyes open, waiting for what he already knew was coming. Greg licked his lips, a gesture that not even his fellow comrades could stomach very well, it was hideous, his leering. “You are dismissed,” he growled out, keeping his gaze fixed upon the boy. Hearing the door announce the departure of the other three, he began to shrug out of his worn leather, military coat.
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“Trowa, I need to talk with you.” I hoped my voice didn’t sound as desperate as it seemed, I clutched the phone a bit tighter.
“Alright, shoot,” replied the smooth, deep, voice I had come to rely on when things went way down hill.
I sighed, closing my eyes, “in private, certainly not over the phone.”
There was a sigh and then, “Heero, when are you going to get over your paranoia and realized that most people aren’t after you?”
I was really not in the mood for this, “Trowa this is ridiculous, I need help god damn it! Not your cynical attitude, and definitely not a shrink session with you as the shrink!”
There was a pause and for a moment I thought the man had hung up on me, “alright, sounds serious, where do you want to meet?”
I smiled, much better, “let’s just do the usual, meet you in an hour?”
“Right,” came the voice and a click came soon after that. I placed the phone back on the hook and refocused my attention on the screen, frowning. ‘Where are you? I can’t find you. Stop hiding from me, Duo…’
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“Duo…”
Eyes opened, gaze drifting over to the woman at the doorway through the mountains of hair that had collected over his face as he lay bent over the examinations table, his entire torso flush against the cold metal. Slowly he pushed his form into a standing position; the woman cocked her head to the side, waiting for him. “Come on, you know the drill.”
He let the curtain fall, blocking his eyes from sight. Padding over to the door, he passed the woman as he went.
“Duo…” her voice called out softly again. He stopped in his tracks but did not turn around to face her. An innocent whisper cut through the air,
“I don’t want to…”
The woman turned to face the boy’s naked back. “Well you have to.” She replied, no sympathy in her voice.
He turned his wide eyes to her, they seemed so far away, too distant to follow. “It hurts…,” he breathed. She stared at him for a long time. “You’re lying” she finally bit out, giving him a slight shove forward. “Go” she ordered. He was quick to obey, walking swiftly down the hallway away from her.
He mentally counted the doors as he went along.
‘One two buckle your shoe
Three four shut the door
Five six pick up sticks
Seven eight lay them straight…’
Hallways branched out, leading to the elsewhere that was this private little world. Duo finally stopped outside a large, double hinged doorway.
“Nine ten start over again,” he whispered, leaning his head against the cool stainless steel door, allowing his head push him through to the other side.
The room he entered was quite a chilly temperature against his bare flesh, but Duo relished in it. In the center of the room lay what looked like those moving walkways you see at the airport. The boy walked up to it, staring down the conveyor belt to where it lead through the wall into the next room. There was a large strip of window facing along one side of it but Duo paid it no mind. He threw his cuffs around an adjustable hook that hung from a bar in the ceiling, watching as it slowly closed its metallic fist around the chains. The walkway began moving and as a result so did Duo, his cuffs making screeching sounds against the bar above him as it was dragged along. The bluish tint to the room began to change color. Shower heads from above spit out water at high speeds, spraying the boy from all angels. However, it was not the force of the water that hurt, it was the temperature. 80 degrees climbed to 90, 90 to 100, it kept going until Duo was crying out at the sensation. His screams echoing about the tiled room, his head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut. His legs slowly gave out from underneath but the chains kept him in a standing position, the dead weight of his unsupported body causing them to chafe against his skin. Screams turned into gurgles, and then were swallowed up into nothing…
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“It’s called Larkhill.”
A fit of hacking reverberated out of the unibanged boy that sat across from me. His name was Trowa and I was seriously contemplating CPR by the time his coughing fit had let up. He had a look of startled horror disfiguring his face; there was something very wrong about this place. “Trowa, pull yourself together. You look like you have seen a ghost.”
Trowa shook his head, “I might as well have…” He stared at me straight in the eye, I must admit the man was quite good at it, my attention was instantly completely focused on him. He was silent though, and I am not a mind reader.
“What is it, then?” I pressed; this was why I had dragged my long time friend out here in this first place after all.
“It’s… well it’s a medical facility.”
If there is one thing I hate, its hospitals. In fact, the color white gives me a headache. And don’t even think about getting near me with a needle.
This posed a lot more questions so I began shuffling through my briefcase for the file. I was about to pull the thick folder out but suddenly Duo’s words came back to me, it was strange it was almost like he was there repeating it to me in my ear. “I’m me, and what I say should be what you decide my fate upon.” Without thinking, I dropped the folder back into place. I could feel Trowa raising his eye at me when I came back to sitting in a normal position with nothing in my hands to show him. He was obviously very curious about why I needed to know about the place. I straightened my napkin, “I had that case I told you about today.”
I could tell this was a strange branch of behavior for me. I never got into details about work, only allowing vague discussions of it to enter into conversations.
Trowa paused for a second before replying, “ah, the one you didn’t know anything about before it started?”
“Well I’ve had those kinds of cases before.” I explained, though it seemed to be more to myself than to him. There was a long silence between us, I still was not looking my friend in the eye, I didn’t want to accept the fact that I was acting strange, and I know his eyes would show just that.
Trowa chuckled, “ah, so someone has finally caught my young padawan’s attention. Who is she?”
All the silverware that I had been in the process of aligning perfectly fell, with a clatter, to the floor. At that I had to look up and glare at him, “She is a guy, Trowa, and this has nothing to do with that.”
His face dropped in disappointment, “then what is this about, Heero?”
I bent down and retrieved the utensils, placing them as far away from me on the table as possible and then replacing them with the table next to ours’. “I don’t know, I just… I need more information about him, I can not continue his case with the amount I have right now.”
“But what does this have to do with Larkhill?” Trowa questioned.
I shook my head, “I don’t know, but he and it are connected some how. So what do you know about the place?”
Trowa sat back in his chair with a sigh, “Well it’s certainly not the most popular place on the planet. It’s full of security, uptight scientists, and stern doctors and nurses. It isn’t meant to be a pleasant experience going there.”
“Why have I never heard of it? What’s it for?”
The tick in his leg causing it to twitch about, he often did this when he was nervous. Actually, he always did it after sitting still for long periods of time. “It’s the dark horse of the OZ organization.” He was rocking the table a bit; the crystal clear water swirled about our glasses as a result.
Well anything involving them had to be a bit disturbing, that was for sure. “How can a hospital be the dark horse of anything, especially them?”
He shrugged, “it’s not a hospital per say… there are…certain distinctive characteristics that one must have to be a patient there. And there is no care involved in what they do there…” Trowa trailed off, leading me to ponder.
The food finally came. I had ordered my regular, which is a Caesar salad, and Trowa immediately bit into his grossly proportioned BLT. I waited while he chewed before asking, “Then what is the defining characteristic? Who ends up there?”
“You are going to have to figure that one out yourself, I know next to nothing about it; it’s one of the most secretive places in the world. All I know is that a lot of people who work there are idealists, which isn’t much help.” He went back to quickly gobbling down his food. I then remembered that he had somewhere to be, so I quickly began digging into mine as well, despite the pit of nausea that hat sprung to life inside my stomach.
“Listen, I know you have to run off to your fuck bunny but do you know anyone who could tell me more about this? I really need the information Trowa, nobody’s life is a complete secret.
“Except yours of course, right Heero?” Trowa bit out sarcastically; well at least I hoped it was. He was glaring at me, obviously offended by rudeness towards his lover. Which was understandable, I had no reason to address him in such a way; he was a fine person in all standards. “I’ll have you know that Quatre” there was a huge emphasis on the name, “is your best bet to getting the information you seek, he has more connections in that area.”
I looked up with a hopeful glance, cursing inwardly at the pissed off expression Trowa had on his face. I sighed, “Look Trowa I’m sorry, I’m a bit of a mess today. Quatre’s a decent person; I just really need to know more about…”
Trowa cut me off, “I’ll ask him to send you an email, is that ok?” Trowa was smiling at me previous discomfort. I didn’t need to apologize often.
I smiled back, “acceptable.” I know he absolutely loathes when I talk like that. It has become a bit of a humor spot for me.
He punched me lightly in the shoulder, “asshole” he stated jovially, before standing up and putting his jacket back on, it was getting colder outside. “You get to pay this time for being a dip shit.”
I chuckled, “alright Trowa, have a nice night.” With that he was gone, off to spend time with better company. I left my dinner half eaten, leaving a healthy tip for the waitress. Stepping out into the night air, I shivered. I had brought no jacket with me but that was alright because I drove to work now a days. The city lights were too bright to see the stars but I imagined, as I strolled down the street, that the sky had to be beautifully clear tonight after this evening’s storm.
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The loud slam of a cell door woke the boy right before he was unmercifully thrown to the cold marble floor. He quickly scrambled to the nearest corner, pulling his knees up against his chest, staring blankly out through thick locks of chestnut. Everything was pitch black now save for that sharp violet gaze. The one way mirror began to glow from the reflection of the moon coming from the small window at the top of the cell, outlining Duo’s reflected silhouette in pale light.
if you are near to the dark
I will tell you 'bout the sun
you are here, no escape
from my visions of the world
you will cry all alone
but it does not mean a thing to me
“The oh so familiar voice began. Filled with malice and contempt, it seared through his mind, penetrating every inch of his soul. “I don’t understand…” the boy responded in a whisper, “No! What did I do wrong?!”
knowing the song I will sing
till the darkness comes to sleep
come to me, I will tell
'bout the secret of the sun
it's in you, not in me
but it does not mean a thing to you
“Don't you realize what you’re doing to me? You’re driving me mad! I hate you! Set me free? You put me in a prison to set me free?!”
the sun is in your eyes
the sun is in your ears
I hope you see the sun
someday in the darkness
“Shut up! I don't want to hear it. I wasn't in a prison. I was happy! I was happy here –”
the sun is in your eyes
the sun is in your ears
but you can't see the sun
ever in the darkness
it does not much matter to me
“That's warped! That's evil and it's wrong! What gives you the right to judge? Who are you to say what's not good enough?!”
A sharp tremor ran through the boy’s body. He jolted upright, eyes flying open, letting out a surprise gasp of pain. He curled into a ball in the corner, making the cell appear empty at first glance. “I’ll listen this time… mother…”
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Ok, I hope this chapter answers whoever asked whether Duo is a virgin. Yeah, um, I don’t think that this is possible when the boy grew up on the streets. Some people seem to forget this detail and skip right to the Maxwell Church but Duo lived on the streets both before and after the church aspect of his life. The streets implies you have no money, which means you get food whatever way possible, which means when stealing doesn’t work you are going to be selling yourself, end of story. In addition, most people who live and run the streets are creepy and are those people you cross the street to avoid just so you yourself don’t get raped. If you live on e the streets, you are bound to have tons of unwanted sex going down, yes everyone pat Duo on the head.
Uh, yeah, there is a very good reason for why Heero is 19 already a psychologist. Part of it you can figure out but…Heero has a lot of secrets in this too let’s just leave it at that…
The chapter title is both a Nirvana song and an Evanescence song and they both fit this fic VERY well. I advice listening to both of them but not at the same time as Kurt and Amy don’t mix. This chapter is shorter, but I think the next will be longer. Props to anyone who can tell me where these songs are coming from and which anime I watch too much (2nd only to GW.) I also apologize for the switching of POVs and from 3rd to 1st tense (this will not happen so often from now on), and any other grammar crap because I lack a beta.
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