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Crashed	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1215 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Duo scratched absently at his cheek, not noticing as the touch spread green paint across it. He tilted his head to the side as he studied the painting he was working on. It had a dual purpose. One, he would be graded on it. Two, it was a commission. It wasn't either of those reasons that had him striving for perfection, though. It was his commitment to art that made him put his all into every piece.
He took a step back and his foot slid out from under him. A yelp escaped him as he fell back into an easel, knocking the palate off the table next to it where it proceeded to land on his stomach; of course, upside down. All motion in the room froze as he stared at the ceiling in shock.
“What the hell just happened?”
“Oh shit!” Candy bent over him. “I'm sorry; I spilled some water on the floor. I thought I'd clean it up later.”
The art instructor pursed her lips as she gazed at the new student. “Spills are always to be cleaned up immediately. Are you okay, Duo?”
He grimaced slightly as the very wet canvas beneath him squelched when he moved. He sat up and pulled the palate off his shirt, dropping it to the floor. He pushed to his feet and looked down to the canvas.
Candy bit her lip. “Well, I was thinking of starting over anyway.”
Duo frowned at the distinct line running down the center of the painting. He groaned and pulled his now red and yellow coated braid over his shoulder.
“Hell. I just washed it this morning.”
“You don't wash your hair every day?” Candy asked.
He quirked an eyebrow, and several others in the room snorted before he answered. “Hair this long can't be washed every day. It would dry it out too much. Not to mention it takes almost an hour just to get it cleaned, and a lot of shampoo and even more conditioner.”
She shrugged. “If it's that much trouble, why not cut it?”
“One, Quatre would kill me. Two, I have my reasons for it.” He really wanted to go clean up, but he was nearly finished with the painting he was working on.
“Candy, since it was your original spill that caused this, you can clean it up.”
She nodded to the teacher. “Yes, ma'am.”
Duo took the towels the teacher offered and wiped off as much as possible before returning to his easel.
******
Zechs resolutely ignored the curious glances sent his way as he moved through the hall. Rumors had flown through the school after Treize's arrest, some ridiculous and others spot on. The teachers gave him pity-filled glances that had him seriously considering transferring schools.
“Zechs.”
He groaned softly and turned to the dean. “Yes, ma'am?”
She studied him for a long moment. “I believe... I owe you an apology.”
He started. “What?”
“I had believed Treize to be above reproach, but... if he had the other boy in his bed, there's no reason I shouldn't believe he'd do the same to you.” She shook her head. “No, I should have believed you, or at the very least gotten all the facts before I made a snap judgment. I'm sorry.”
He glanced around the hall, noticing other students trying to listen in without looking like it. He nodded shortly. “It's fine, don't worry about it.”
“It isn't fine. He hurt you and you failed a class because of him. I know it doesn't really change anything, but I'm paying for you to retake the class. Heero and I have already discussed.”
“All right. Thank you.” He cleared his throat. “I need to get to class.”
“If there's anything you need, let me know.”
He nodded again and ducked into the classroom, taking a seat in the back. He ignored the whispers as best he could, but some of them weren't bothering to keep their voices very low. Thankfully, the teacher called them to silence.
Zechs was glad it was the first day of a new semester so none of his classes were too in depth. He'd had a hard time concentrating all day. In three days he had to give his testimony before the grand jury. He was dreading it. He wanted to back out. Treize was already going to jail. That should have been enough. But everyone kept telling him he was doing the right thing. And how could he expect Ricky not to back out if he did?
“You all right?”
He jumped and looked up to the teacher. He glanced around the room, grimacing as he realized it was empty.
“Sorry, I guess I spaced out.”
She smiled. “That's all right. How are you holding up?”
“Ready to crawl under a rock somewhere.”
“That's understandable. I don't know the full details, but you're a strong guy, Zechs. You'll get through this.”
“That's what everyone keeps telling me.”
“It takes a certain level of courage to stand up to someone who's abused you.”
His eyes narrowed slightly as he remembered the night Wufei had faced his father. Zechs hadn't done anything like that; he'd just made a phone call. He wouldn't even be testifying if Rich hadn't dragged the full story out of him.
He sighed and stood. “I need to go.” He moved down the hall, once again ignoring the subtle and not so subtle stares and whispers. Maybe if he asked nicely enough, Heero would agree to transfer schools. One on a different continent would be nice.
“Zechs!”
He turned toward the call, surprised to see Shane leaning against the passenger door of his mother's car. He crossed to him, nodding to the woman in the driver's seat before studying the younger teen.
“How are you?”
Shane dropped his eyes to the ground. “Been better.” He shrugged and looked back up. “Been worse.”
They stood in silence for a moment. “Shane, I'm really sorry.”
He frowned. “For what?”
“It's my fault you were hurt. If I hadn't pissed Treize off-”
He shook his head. “You got out, man. He'd never been violent before, so there's no way you could have known what would happen. And I could have told someone what was going on, but I didn't.” He chewed his lip. “It wasn't your fault.”
“What about school?”
“Home schooling. Once word got out, I got labeled by most of my classmates as a gay prostitute.” He grimaced. “Some jerk off spray painted 'faggot' on the side of our house.” He released a mirthless laugh.
“You wanna know the real kicker? I'm not even gay. I just allowed it because I didn't want to let my mom down.”
“I'm sorry.”
He stared up at Zechs. “None of it's your fault. He used us, Zechs.”
“It's that easy for you?”
The smile he gave the blond looked a little sick. “It has to be; otherwise, I think I'd lose it.” He took a deep breath. “Once sentencing is over, we're moving to Virginia.”
“I thought your mother couldn't afford to move.”
“We're moving in with my grandmother. Mom didn't want to ask her for help, but... I can't stay here.”
Zechs nodded. “I fully understand that.”
A knock came to the window and he looked to his mother. “Just a minute.” He looked back to Zechs. “Thank you for making that call. I know it was hard on you to tell people what happened, but at least it's over.”
He shook his head. “I still have to go before the grand jury.”
Shane's eyes widened. “You didn't hear? He flipped.”
“What?”
The younger man licked his lips. “They found the videos, Zechs.”
He paled and shook his head. “No.”
“Zechs, I know they're embarrassing, but-”
“Embarrassing doesn't cover it. How many people saw them?”
“As far as I know, both attorneys and the judge. And the police that found them.”
His books fell to the ground and his legs suddenly didn't want to hold him. He fell back a step into a strong chest, but he didn't have the presence of mind to see who was holding him.
“What's going on?” Duo asked, worried by how badly the blond was shaking.
Shane looked to the braided man. “They found evidence against Treize that proved he'd been sleeping with all three of us. Well, most of it was of Zechs. Videos.”
“They're humiliating,” Zechs gasped, panicked breaths turning to hyperventilation. He'd begged and begged Treize to get rid of them.
A crowd began to form and Duo turned the blond to look at him. “You need to calm down.”
He closed his eyes and tried to calm his breathing. “Damn it, Duo. You don't know what was in those videos,” he whispered.
“What's going on?” Heero's voice demanded, and Duo handed the blond over.
“They found evidence against Treize,” he informed his friend. “Zechs isn't handling it well.”
He frowned. “But that's good, isn't it?”
Zechs clung to Heero's shirt. “You don't understand. Gods, the videos go back to when I was thirteen. They make me look like some two-bit whore.” He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to Heero's shoulder. “But... I guess that's what I am.”
Heero clenched his teeth. “No, you're not.”
Shane looked on with worry. “I'm sorry. I figured Rich would have called you, too.”
Zechs dipped a shaking hand into his pocket and pulled out his cell. It was on silent and showed two missed calls. He flipped it open and listened to the messages. The first was from Rich, telling him what Shane had already told him. The next made his eyes fly wide.
“This is ridiculous,” a low pitched but anger-filled voice hissed at him. “I took you into my home when no one else wanted you. If it weren't for me, you'd have been a whore on the streets. It's all you're good for. I may go to jail, but you'll have to live with the fact you're no better than a slut on the streets. You just changed johns.”
A noise escaped the back of Zechs throat and Heero tightened his hold as the blond slumped forward, out cold. He snatched the phone before it fell to the ground. Duo helped him get Zechs to a bench.
“What the hell caused that?”
Heero called the voice mail and replayed the messages. He ground his teeth, snarling as he listened to Treize heap more venomous lies on Zechs. He called Rich.
“Clark.”
“It's Heero. We have a problem.”
“What? I thought he'd be happy to know he doesn't have to testify.”
“Actually, he's horrified that the videos were found. But worse than that, Treize called and left him an ugly message. Is there any way we can keep that from happening again?”
“I'll deal with it. How is he?”
Heero brushed blond bangs back from his pale face. “Out cold right now.”
“What?”
“He was nearing hysteria before he listened to the message from Treize.”
Rich was silent for a moment. “Where are you guys at?”
“School.”
“I'm on my way.”
“Thanks. I'm going to take him up to Duo and Trowa's room. 305.”
“All right.”
“Is he okay?” Shane's mother asked.
Heero looked up to her. “He will be.”
She nodded slowly. “Are you his boyfriend?”
“Yes.”
She smiled softly. “Take care of him.”
“I will.”
“What happened?”
They looked over as the dean and several teachers pushed through the crowd. “The case is over,” Duo said. “Treize admitted what he did. It was a little much for Zechs.”
“Does he need to go to the hospital?”
Heero barely paid attention to the conversation, keeping his eyes on his lover. It didn't seem as if Zechs planned on waking up any time soon. Knowing the blond would probably be mad at him later for it, he hooked his arms under his shoulders and knees and carried him toward the dorms.
Duo picked up Zechs' books and followed. He unlocked the door to his room and held it open for Heero to step in. He laid the blond on the bed and sat next to him.
“He'll be all right, Heero,” Duo said quietly.
Heero glanced to him and his eyes widened as he got a full look at the brunette. “What the hell happened to you?”
He grimaced. “Mishap in the studio.”
He grunted and looked back to Zechs. “He's lost some weight.”
“Which isn't uncommon in high stress situations.”
The door opened and Wufei, Trowa, and Quatre rushed in.
“Is he all right? What happened?”
“Treize admitted he'd been sleeping with Zechs after they found videos of them together; then he called Zechs.” He tossed the phone to the group so they could listen to the message.
“That bastard!” Wufei exclaimed. “Hasn't he done enough damage?”
Heero ran the back of his knuckles down Zechs' cheek as pale blue eyes blinked open. He stared up at Heero in confusion for a moment before groaning and rolling to his side, back to Heero.
“Zechs-”
“Just... don't talk to me right now.” His voice was quiet, devoid of any life.
Heero put a hand to his side. “What he said... Zechs, it's all lies. You're not a whore.”
“You'd change that opinion if you saw the videos.”
“What's in them?”
He shivered, curling slightly in on himself. “Let it go.”
“No, I want to help.”
“There's nothing you can do.”
“Zechs-”
“Damn it, Heero, just leave me the fuck alone!”
“You wouldn't leave me alone when I needed you.”
He shot up to a sitting position and glared at Heero. “I don't need you,” he ground through his teeth.
Heero reached for him. “You don't mean that.”
He jerked away from him. “Don't touch me.” He pulled his knees to his chest and dropped his forehead to them.
Heero swallowed, not sure what to do. A knock came to the door and Trowa let Rich in. The detective moved to the bed and put a hand on Zechs' shoulder. His eyes widened.
“Why are you here?”
“Heero told me Treize called you. I wanted to hear the message.”
Zechs looked to Heero, anger boiling in his eyes. “Why the hell did you call him? Haven't I been humiliated enough?”
He shook his head, fighting to mask the hurt that clenched in his chest. “I wasn't trying to embarrass you. I was trying to help.”
“You're just making it worse!”
Rich knew the anger for what it was, self-loathing and fear, but it seemed Heero didn't. “Zechs, he did the right thing.”
Heero looked briefly to Rich before turning back to Zechs. “I wanted to make sure he'd never hurt you again. I love you.”
As long as he lived, Zechs would never forgive himself for the rashly spoken lie that passed his lips. “I don't need or want your love.”
Heero jerked as if slapped, all color draining from his face. He slid from the bed, almost running from the room. He ignored his friends calling for him to come back. Ignored the students he passed. He jumped in the Mustang and tore from the campus.
Zechs stared wide-eyed at the empty spot where Heero had been, the utter agony in the sapphire eyes before he ran filling Zechs' vision. “Shit! What did I do? Oh, shit!”
He covered his face, rocking slowly. He'd promised Heero he'd never hurt him. He'd fought tooth and nail to bring Heero's heart out, and then he'd broken that vulnerable heart.
“Duo went after him,” he heard Quatre say before the bed dipped and a gentle hand touched his arm. “Zechs, I have no clue what you're going through, but you need to let us help you.”
“I don't know what to do.”
Rich sighed. “Look at me, Zechs.” He waited until the young man's eyes met his own. “Treize abused you. He made you believe certain things that aren't true. He held you for years, filling your mind with bullshit. No one blames you for what he did. It wasn't your fault. But healing is up to you. I know it's hard.”
He took a breath. “After my attack, I spent four months in a psych ward.”
“What?”
He nodded. “I was catatonic. I don't really remember much of that time. I was completely unresponsive to anything outside myself. I know how difficult it is when all you want to do is forget what happened but it's all you can think about. If you don't start talking soon, and I mean to say more than you're not a victim, the anger and frustration will only get worse.”
“And what am I supposed to say?”
He shrugged. “Whatever it is you're feeling.”
He gazed silently at the detective. “Did you watch the videos?”
He nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
Zechs closed his eyes. “He did... grotesque things.”
“Yeah, he did.” Rich tried to push back the memories of the things he'd seen done to Zechs from the time he was thirteen until now. “But it's not your fault. You're the victim. Maybe he never left a bruise on you, that doesn't mean it wasn't rape.”
Duo came back to the room, lips pressed tightly together. “I lost him.”
Zechs groaned and dropped his forehead back to his knees. “I promised I'd never hurt him.”
Duo sighed. “That's a heavy promise, Zechs. It's easier to hurt the ones we love.”
“I meant I'd never intentionally hurt him. I wasn't thinking.”
“Which means you didn't 'intentionally' hurt him.”
Quatre squeezed his arm. “We know you didn't mean to hurt him. And deep down so does Heero.”
******
Derrick's eyes widened as he opened the door. “Heero? I thought you quit.”
He clenched his teeth. “That's none of your business. Do you have any smack?”
He shook his head. “That's too heavy if you've been clean for a while and in the state you're in.”
“Then give me some Vicodin.”
Derrick let him in. “What happened?”
“I don't want to talk about it.” He passed over money and took the offered bottle, pocketing it before heading for the door.
“Be careful, Heero.”
“I will.” He collapsed in his car, gripping the steering wheel tightly as he drove. He parked in a vacant lot and pulled the bottle out, staring at the pills inside. He tried to tell himself that Zechs hadn't meant it; that it was just an angered utterance that had no bearing on true feeling. But it hurt and he was afraid he was going to lose him. His hands shook as he reached for the cap.
He swallowed a few pills and leaned his head back against the headrest, staring at the ceiling. He wasn't sure how long he sat there before looking back down to the bottle. He clenched his teeth as what he'd done fully hit him. He drove back to the dorms and moved grudgingly up to Duo and Trowa's room. Rich was gone, but the other five were still there; all of them looking at him with worry. Zechs licked his lips.
“I didn't mean it, Heero.”
He shut the door and leaned against it, hands behind his back as he stared at the ceiling. “I know.”
“Where did you go?” Duo asked.
He closed his eyes and pulled the bottle out. Duo crossed to him and took it, heart in his throat. “Did you take any?”
His brows drew together. “Yeah,” he whispered honestly.
“Did you get anything else?”
“No.”
He nodded and pulled Heero from the door, taking the pills to flush them. Heero leaned to the wall and slid to the floor.
“Are you okay?” Wufei asked.
“I'm... dizzy.” He pulled his knees to his chest and pressed his right cheek to his outer left thigh. “I think... I think I need help,” he gasped softly before leaning over and vomiting.
All in the room jumped into action. Zechs knelt beside Heero while Wufei called for an ambulance. Heero leaned into the blond's warmth. “I'm sorry.”
Zechs shook his head. “I'm the one who fucked up. I love you, Heero. I do.”
He leaned into his lover's warm chest. “I do, too...” He squeezed his eyes shut tightly. “You deserve better.” He coughed and leaned his head back to gasp for breath.
“Heero?”
His brows drew together. “C-ca... can't.... b-b-breathe.” He curled tighter to the blond's chest.
“Heero?”
“Hm?”
“Stay with me, okay?'
He whimpered softly. “Sorry... I didn't... I don't... I fucked up... I'm so tired, Zechs.”
He kissed the top of Heero's head. “Me, too. Please, don't give up.”
“'M not... I'm just... so tired.”
“I know,” he gasped, barely holding back a sob. “But please, stay awake... for me.”
Heero forced his eyes open, fatigue assailing him hard. “Zechs....”
“What?”
“I... I need...” Sudden pain exploded in his chest and his back arched, agony lacing through him. Sapphire met pale blue and Heero sucked in a ragged, pain-filled breath. He raised his hand toward Zechs' face but it fell short before his body fell limply against the blond's.
TBC...
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