Edge of Seventeen

Edge of 17- part twenty-one
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Contents: YAOI, AU, sap, slight angst, some violence, Duo POV, bad language (potty mouth Duo AND Quatre!), a few OC'S
Pairings: 2x4
Rating: NC-17
Author: Luna
Notes: felt like going back to my other favorite pairing. The title to this ficcie is a Stevie Nicks song. The lyrics to the song will be presented at the end of this fanfic.
Disclaimer: I don’t own GW or any of its characters. This is for entertainment purposes only. So please don’t sue. Thank you. ^_^
I do not own any of the lyrics present in here either- ‘Stupify’ belongs to Disturbed, and so does 'Down with the sickness'.
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To say this place is popular is an understatement; to say that I’m getting well known is an overstatement. That’s always the way it goes, huh?

The mall was a bit crowded, and I didn’t care either way if I was attracting attention. “Why, do you like playing around with my narrow scope of reality?” I was singing, “I can feel it all start slippin’, I think I’m breaking down. Why do you like playing around with my narrow scope of reality? I can feel it all start slippin’ away. See but I don’t get it, you think maybe we can put it on credit? You think it can take control when I don’t let it? I get stupified. It’s all the same you say, live with it. But I don’t get it. Don’t you think maybe we can put it on credit? Don’t you think it can take control when I don’t let it? I get stupified…”

Ok, enough is enough, right? I was getting some weird looks anyway. I waltzed up to the glass display case and grin maniacally at the store clerk at the other side. I point at the one I want.

“Would you like to see it?” he asked.

“No. I would like to buy it. I’ve seen it already.”

“Very well, sir.” He reached down and then presented it up on the case for me. I smiled to myself; a month and a half of savings is going for something worthwhile. The presentation is going to be something else too.

I paid the salesclerk, and began to walk out of the store a happy man. You know that ordeal about thinking that you’re having the best day of your life but then something really crappy happens? That’s what just happened to me now. And let me just say, that I’m not too happy with seeing this idiot again. It’s been too soon for me.

“Duo Maxwell?”

I sighed, trying to keep my lunch I had earlier down, “Hey, Shawn.” I wanted to walk away, but he didn’t seem like he was going to let me.

“Wow, you remembered my name,” he said. I wasn’t sure if it was out of kindness or if it was sarcasm.

“Unfortunately, yes.” I told him, my knuckles were going white around the small box.

“Well, well… real fancy meeting you here, huh? I listen to you on the radio, you know. And I’ve told my friends about you.”

“Well good for you.” I ground out.

“You still seeing that blond guy?” he asked, a weird smile on his face.

“Yeah, I am. What’s it to you?” I sneer.

“Hey, don’t get so defensive! I was just wondering. Say, what’s that you got there?” he pointed at the small box I was holding.

“None of your business.” I stated flatly.

“I bet it’s for your boyfriend, isn’t it?”

“I really liked this small class reunion, but I’m in a hurry.” I tried to move past him, but his arm stopped me. Not like I couldn’t shove it out of the way, I just understood that no matter what I did he’d still try whatever crap he’s trying to pull. I turned my head and glared at him, my teeth grinding.

“What’s the hurry… fag?” his voice was icy.

“What--did--you--just—call--me?” I growled. No more mister nice guy… no more mister clean!

He grabbed the collar of my t-shirt, “You heard me, queer boy.”

My eyes flashed and flickered, and I could see that Shawn wasn’t about to back down. ‘Well,’ I mused quickly with myself, ‘there’s just him- none of his buddies are around.’ This was a good advantage for me, and it was a very bad thing for him.

“Drowning deep in my sea of loathing,” Shawn flinched a bit, surprised that I suddenly started to sing in a deep growling voice, almost talking normally. I think he knew what song it was too. “Broken your servant I kneel, it seems what’s left of my human side is slowly changing in me.” Shawn scoffed at me. This was true, because I was looking in the mirror when I realized I’ve been in the closet with my sexuality.

“You’re not very cool, are you, Maxwell?” he came charging at me. I dodged easily.

This was bad for him, because that has been dubbed my fighting song ever since I started working at the radio station. This one guy tried to pick a fight with me at the end of the day outside the studio. That song was playing in the background, and I just went ballistic on the guy’s ass.

Plus some knowledge of how to fight, mainly kick boxing, does help somewhat. I knew I had to prepare myself for a world of idiots after I came out of the closet, so I took the fighting style that I loved the most.

“Quit dodging and fight, pansy!!” he shouted.

“What’s the matter, Ronald McDonald? Is this FAG giving you a hard time?” I laugh. “And for your information, numb nuts, I’m bisexual! Of course, that doesn’t matter to you, does it?”

“That’s not why I want to kick your ass, Maxwell! It’s because you got me suspended and it made me repeat a grade, so I dropped out!”

“Ohhh… you really need some therapy, you know that? ‘Cause it’s your own stupid fault for being an asshole in the first place! Don’t be blaming me, because I did what any person would have done in my place.”

Shawn didn’t really seem to care, he tried to punch me again and I dodged. He wasn’t very happy with me not fighting back. He was screaming for me to fight, but I told him that I wouldn’t for stupid reasons. He grit his teeth and then blurted out, “Fine! Be that way! But I’m going to call your station and tell everyone there about you and that Winner boy! Then maybe I’ll be ever so nice and let them know some of your secrets.”

“What fucking secrets?” I sneered.

“The secret that you raped him,” Shawn smiled.

“I didn’t rape Quatre!” I shouted.

“They don’t know that.”

“Bastard!! You even think about spreading those damn rumors around…”

“And what? I’m not scared of some faggot like you.”

I gave him an evil grin, “Oh, that’s it. You are going down.” Right in the middle of his laughter, I gave him my best high kick in the face. He was quicker than I thought, and he moved back on his feet, getting into a fighting stance. I smiled as I got into my kickboxing stance. The poor boy recognized the way I was standing and looked a bit worried. I smiled to myself and thought, ‘this is for all the homosexuals and bisexuals everywhere that had to take beatings for just being themselves.’ And then he came at me, about to throw the first punch.

I wanted to dodge it, but I remembered one of my old sayings back in High School. If I was to ever get into a fight I would let that person hit first, because that would make HIM at fault for starting the fight. So, I let it make contact with my jaw, and Shawn was laughing like he thought that he was quicker than me. How wrong he was.

I retaliated with a punch of my own right on the side of his face, and then I gave him one of my best sideways kicks and then scissor kicked his face. He was on the ground, out like a light. The mall security guard was jogging over to me. I didn’t run, because I knew it wasn’t my fault. The security guard was shocked to see that I just stood there, smiling at him.

“I take it this guy started it.” He sighed.

I nodded and looked down at the unconscious Shawn, “I tried my best not to fight him, but he hit me first and he was threatening to blackmail me. He wouldn’t leave me alone, so I showed him a few of my best kick boxing moves.”

The security man nodded, “Alright, I’ll take care of him. You just try and have a good day.” I smiled, picked up my velvet box from the ground, and walked out the doors.

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“Duo! Are you ok?” Quatre ran up to me, noticing that I was a bit sweaty and had a split lip, I didn’t realize was bleeding.

“I’m fine.” I smiled slightly, wincing from the open wound, “I was greeted by one of our old friends from school.”

“Was it Shawn?” he asked, knowing that he was the only one that was cruel to us.

“Yeah.” I told him, hiding the box behind me. “Well, I don’t think he’ll be bothering me for a long time.”

“What’s that behind your back?” he asked, pointing around me.

“N-nothing…” I smile nervously.

“Don’t you tell me it isn’t anything! Let me see! Please?” he had his hands on my chest, rubbing them up and down.

“Oh don’t you worry, you’ll get to see it soon enough.” I teased.

“Please, Duo? Now?” he kissed the side of my lip that was sore over and over again.

“Oh… ok, ok… quit with the cuteness already!” I shook my head, deciding to give in to him. I guess it’s ok to do this now. I got down onto my knees.

“Oh, Duo! Not now!” Quatre sighed, “Can’t that wait until tonight?”

“Little hentai.” I smirked. I produced the box from behind my back and opened it slowly, watching his actions carefully. His eyes were widening with realization, and his mouth gapped as if he wanted to say something. I took his left hand and was about to proceed with slipping the golden band onto it, “Quatre?”

He started to cry. Great, I didn’t even ask him yet. His hand was shaking.

“Quatre?” I tried again, clearing my throat, “Will you…” he nodded his head vigorously before I could get anymore words out, so I decided to tease him, “… try this ring on and see if it fits? It’s a present for one of my friends at the radio station.”

His eyes widened with horror. He started to pull his hand out of mine, but I stopped him.

“I’m just kidding! Geez!” I sighed. I slipped the ring on his finger, “Seriously, Quatre… will you marry me?”

His face went from wanting to throttle me for that mean joke, back to absolute bliss. He knelt down on his knees with me and crushed me in a bear hug. He was sobbing and sniffling into my shirt.

“Duo, you’re such an idiot.”

I brought my arms around him and squeezed him back, “That’s a yes, right?”

Quatre nodded into my neck and then kissed it.

“Yes, I’ll marry you, you bastard.”

“Such language.” I chuckled. “Although you are right, I am a bastard.”

“Yeah, but you’re MY bastard. I love you.” he muffled into my neck.

“I love you too, Quatre. To hell what anyone thinks about me.”

“What will you tell them at work?” he asked.

“I’m just going to tell them that it’s none of their business if they find out.”

Well, there we were, crouched on the floor with our arms wrapped around each other, almost afraid to let go. Something didn’t seem too complete about this whole ordeal to me. Ah, yes… I know. I scooped him up into my arms and carried him to our bedroom.

“You’re so naughty.” Quatre chuckled.

I lean my face to his, sealing our engagement.

~TBC~