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Violence plus Sex equals Love (remake)	By : shinigamiinochi Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2801 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1: A New Beginning
　

Nine years later�
　

Duo didn�t need an alarm clock to get up in the morning. Every week day, at six o�clock sharp, Kevin would knock loudly at his door, then the children�s room, which of course meant that the hall would soon be filled with screaming and laughter. Though for the past nine years, he hadn�t gone to school with the other kids, Duo always got up at this point so he could wave goodbye to them and eat a long breakfast with Kevin, who, thanks to a donation drive Sister Helen and Father Maxwell had put on after he had graduated from high school, was going to a local community college.

Kevin could only afford to take two classes a year, so even though he had been going for the last six years, having taken two off to help Father Maxwell repair the faulty wiring, plumbing, and repaint the church, he hadn�t gotten any kind of degree yet. Duo didn�t even think that Kevin knew what he was going to do if he did get a degree, but he seemed to enjoy it. Kevin took mostly morning classes, so he could help Sister Helen with the two youngest kids, Bunny and Jazz, both five years old, when he got back at one o�clock. Duo spent his time when he wasn�t working on his studies helping Father clean the room where mass was held and balancing their accounts, math being one of Duo�s few gifts, and babysitting Bunny and Jazz.

Duo heard Kevin�s familiar knocking on his door and got out of bed. He made his bed out of habit, not having to think about what he was doing. He was still living in the same room since his childhood, almost as bare as the day he moved in. He had a wardrobe and a bedside table where a clock and a picture frame holding a photograph from this summer of Sister Helen, Father Maxwell, Duo, Bunny, Kevin, and Jazz at the festival that breezed through every July. Teddy and the little starfish that he had never handed down to the other children or threw out were placed on his made bed. When Kevin had helped Father Maxwell repainted the church, he and Duo had painted his room.

Previously, the room had been painted a stark white-yellow color that Duo had hated as a child, but when they had been finished with it, it had made him more comfortable with calling the room his. Duo had painted the ceiling a deep, midnight blue, using the astrology textbooks Sister Helen had bought him from a yard sale to copy the night sky, complete with the bright light of Venus and the constellations. The moon was huge, drawn full and reddish-orange, something he had seen in the astrology book, but only once in real life, when he had been four and his mother had taken him to the park to look at it. Kevin had turned the walls into the day sky, light blue with powdered clouds that he had made with an old sponge, adding in butterflies and various birds afterwards, here and there. In one corner, next to his closet, was a blue dragon with red wings and green spines that Duo coveted.

He had a lamp on his bedside table and a nightlight plugged into one wall that he still used, the stars on the ceiling painted in glow in the dark paint. That paint had been expensive, but Duo and Kevin had pooled their meager allowances and had managed to afford it. He still had a strong fear of the dark, though he had outgrown most of the nightmares of his childhood. He had one every now and then, mostly during rainstorms, but did not hide away from closets or cringe in terror when he heard something tapping on the walls. He had three posters tucked away in his closet, all of concerts that he had found at various yard sales, for Blue Oyster Cult, The Rolling Stones, and Kansas. They were his favorite bands.

He had fallen in love with rock ever since he had heard Laugh, I Nearly Died playing on Kevin�s radio. He was still looking for Soundgarden and Scorpion posters, although the three posters he had had been sitting in this closet for the past couple of years. Sister Helen didn�t approve of the dark lyrics in the songs or their bad boy images and he didn�t have the courage to put the posters up on his walls. He didn�t even own any of the cds because he didn�t want her to be mad at him. The only time he got to listen to rock was when Kevin took him on car rides in Father Maxwell�s Toyota to pick up groceries. Duo still didn�t have any friends, just Kevin and Bunny, he supposed, who thought that he and Kevin were gods. Kevin was like the big brother that he had never had.

Kevin didn�t care that Duo was shy and weird, or that he couldn�t play sports or that Sister Helen had home schooled him because his heart was so messed up. Instead of hanging out with his older, and most definitely cooler, classmates, he hung out at the church with Duo. He even took him to movies when he had the money, although Sister Helen didn�t like that. She said that the loud noises and all the people surrounding them would give him an attack, but Kevin would just roll his eyes and her and say that Duo could take care of himself. Duo wasn�t so sure about that. When Sister Helen started on about all the stuff he wasn�t supposed to do, like running and watching scary movies and being around kids his own age, it made him more and more nervous, until his heart started to beat fast and he had an episode. Episodes were different from attacks, he just got really dizzy and sick. Sometimes he threw up. But at least he didn�t have to go to the hospital.

Kevin was always telling Duo that he could do a lot more than Duo thought he could, that he just needed to be brought out of his shell and his heart would get stronger. Duo didn�t doubt that that was true, unlike Sister who protested that something like that would only hurt him. He knew how shy and reclusive he was, but he also knew it had nothing to do with his heart. Well, maybe just a little bit. He had had three attacks in his life and each time he had ended up in the hospital, having his heart shocked back to life. It wasn�t exactly an experience he enjoyed. It was terrifying, knowing that he could never be a normal kid. And even if his heart was ok, he still couldn�t shake the shyness. Other kids scared him, his few experiences with them not panting a good picture in his mind. He didn�t like it when people looked at him, like they were burning holes in his soul. Whenever anyone looked at him, he knew that they were seeing the freak that he was, all thin limbs and weird hair. It scared him and gave him panic attacks.

But, there were some things that he could do that Sister Helen refused to admit, like going to the movies. The other was something that Kevin had been fighting with her and Father Maxwell about for years, like this summer. Duo had sat on the steps and had listened the three of them yelling at each other, feeling guilty and ashamed at his own inadequacies. He was fifteen years old, which meant he should be going to high school this year. It was something that Duo thought about a lot, going to public school. Sister Helen always vetoed it, saying he wasn�t strong enough, that the other kids would make him too nervous. Kevin said that a little social activity would do him some good. And on it went, every since year, back and forth between the two of them, with Father Maxwell mediating. This year had been no different and Duo had felt instantly annoyed that Sister Helen was just assuming that he didn�t want to go.

As he had listened to the fight, he heard her say that he didn�t need to go to school, that she could keep home schooling him and had felt depressed about that statement. The thought of going to school with other kids was frightening, because he had never done it before, which, he thought, was ridiculous at his age. He shouldn�t be scared of classmates. He shouldn�t be anxious all the time, either. It just made him feel ashamed. But, at the same time, he didn�t like being home schooled that much, either. At the same time that he would die happily if he could go through his entire life without being noticed, he wanted to be normal. He couldn�t do that if he lived in a cage. He didn�t want to make friends, but he did want to learn. He wanted to read textbooks that Sister Helen hadn�t bought from a yard sale and be taught by actual teachers.

He wanted to be something more than this scared, pitiful kid. How could he possibly do that by being home schooled his entire life by a nun? He loved Sister, but it depressed him when he thought of his future because he honestly couldn�t see one. Duo had worried that, once again, Helen was going to win the fight and he would stay home for another year, only to hear his own thoughts being spoken allowed by Kevin.

�How can you expect him to ever grow up, to have a real future and be happy if he doesn�t get a proper education?! You�re just smothering him and being overprotective! Yeah, his heart�s not great, but he isn�t wasting away in a hospital bed yet, either, so stop treating him like it�s just a matter of time before that happens!�

Duo had felt shock and happiness hearing his friend say that, having someone stand up for his sake. Silence had fallen between the three of them, no one having anything else to say. Later that night, Father Maxwell, the unbiased of the three, had approached him with a daunting question.

�Duo� what is it that you want?�

In all the years that this subject had been argued, no one had asked him that. He had stuttered awkwardly through his response, but finally managed to say it. He wanted to go to high school. He just wanted to try, even if it terrified him. And so, here he was at six o�clock in the morning, looking around his room to make sure everything was in place and feeling like some kind of jungle explorer, ready to embark on a new journey to places unknown. He checked his book bag, though he had checked it a thousand times last night, just to make sure that he didn�t forget anything. It was Kevin�s old book bag, a ratty, black thing. He had been living at the orphanage long enough to not expect anything better.

That he knew that he was going to be treated as a charity case at school didn't help his fear of going, but he knew that Kevin and all the other kids had to deal with it every single day. Everything in the old book bag was exactly as it had been the last time he checked, all in order. No little elves had come in the night to steal anything, he thought bitterly, annoyed with his own anxiety. He grabbed the nicest clothes he had; a light blue t-shirt with powdered-white etchings of angel wings on the front and a pair of black jeans that, unlike most of his clothes, weren't worn thin or had any holes, both that Sister Helen had bought for him off some clearance rack, but were nice and untarnished, a new pair of black socks, an old pair of boxer shorts, though he wasn't so much worried about them being new, and the knitted, dark grey, beanie cap that he had found some summers ago in a pile of clothes that had been donated to the church, but no one really wanted to wear. It was a bit too big on his head, but that was ok. He needed the extra space and he hoped that he would hit a growth spurt at some point.

Most week days, the younger kids who went to school monopolized the three showers that the church had, needing to look nice and fresh for school and possible adoptions. Usually, Duo went last, having the time to wait and not having to really look nice for anyone. By the time he went, the water was already bordering on cold, but it had never really bothered him. This morning, he rushed with his clothes to the upstairs bathroom and saw with relief that Kevin was guarding the door. The last thing he wanted was to go to school his very first day, dirty.

�It's all yours,� Kevin said cheekily, �Only Steven, Carol, Sarah, and Jordan went up here, so there should be some warm water left.�

�Thanks, Kev',� Duo said with a small smile and went into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

Duo always used this upstairs bathroom. Sure, the water, for some reason, got colder quicker, so you had to really rush through your shower, but it was the only bathroom that had a door that locked and a mirror. A mirror was very important, especially to the girls, but to Duo, it was a necessity. Not that he was vain. What did he have to be vain about? He put his clean clothes on the counter and his pajamas in the little basket that held a few other kids' clothes to be washed, then entered the shower stall. Predictably, the water was luke warm, at best, and there was only a small sliver of soap left, but plenty of shampoo. He made quick work of washing his hair and body, done in a record seven minutes, knowing that Kevin needed it next. He dried himself as quickly as humanly possible, then started to work on combing his hair. His hair was fairly straight, but because there was so much of it now, it took a while to comb out well.

The way his bangs fell made him look like some bad boy off a clothes catalogue, one of the many reasons why he hated his hair. He wished that he could have one of the haircuts the younger boys had, with it cut close to their heads, with very little bangs at all. The sad fact was that haircuts came very rarely at the orphanage, especially now that Sister Helen's sight was going. He would just chop it all off himself, but he didn�t know the first thing about hair cuts and didn�t want to make it worse.

It wasn�t that bad, he supposed. Duo just didn't like the untamed, long hair he had right now because it made people stare at him and he often wondered what they were assuming, that he was some punk, especially since he lived at an orphanage that so often took in street kids. That seemed to be what people thought, that all the boys and girls from the church orphanage were from bad homes, that they stole and did drugs. He hated those people. His life at the church now was nothing like how it was when he had been a child. He knew all the orphans here, their stories, their personalities, and yeah, maybe there were some bad seeds, but mostly, they were good kids and he had spent many of his years soothing their fears about getting adopted, helping the girls look pretty and proper, and helping the younger kids fall asleep in the same room that had terrified him. If it didn�t make people stare at him, he would probably like his hair. Sister Helen had shown him how to braid it when it had first started to get long, so it wasn�t in the way as much as it had been.

Duo finished combing his waist long hair and braided it, tying it off with a rubber band. He tossed the comb in the top drawer of the counter and studied his reflection. Yeah, what did he have to be vain about? His skin was so white, he looked like something out of a vampire film. Because of his weak heart, Sister Helen didn't let him go outside very often, and it showed. Mostly, he was below average. Below average height, below average build, since he didn't get much exercise but his metabolism kept him skinny. He was just extremely grateful that he didn�t have pale hair, or he would look even more sickly. He looked down, past his stomach. Although he was fifteen years old, puberty hadn�t hit him very hard. He hadn�t had any major growth spurts and even his pubic hair was thin and faint. Maybe it had all gone to the top of his head or something because there were other kids who hadn�t had hair cuts in years, like him, but he was the only one with hair like this. When he had been younger, he had been constantly mistaken for a girl, not because his facial features and build were feminine, they weren�t, just because of this stupid hair. It didn�t happen as much nowadays, but still enough that it was beyond embarrassing.

Even worse, he actually was hairless under his arms. Sister Helen had worried about it enough to take him to Doctor Hannigan, but the doctor had told them that there was nothing seriously wrong with him, that there was nothing to cure. He kept fantasizing that, one day soon, puberty would kick into overdrive and he would get as tall as Kevin, that he wouldn�t look like he was shaving his legs and underarms. Hell, while he was at it, he might as well dream of getting colored contacts. If there was anything that he hated more than his hair, it was his eyes. The hair he could fix, but his eyes were just freakish and gained him far too much attention. He had mentioned it to Sister Helen once, even though he knew they couldn�t afford it, but she was against it. It didn�t even have anything to do with money, she had said at the time. She constantly told him that he was a gift from God to her, so he should treasure everything that was different and wonderful about him, he just had a hard time finding his mutant eye color as something 'wonderful.'

He had yet to see another person with eyes this weird, bright shade of blue-violet. It didn�t help that, not only was she against changing his body in any way, Sister Helen loved his eyes, saying that they were flower petals in the snow, luminous and, Duo thought, strange. It was his dream though, more than going to college, that one day he would lop his hair off into some normal, boring hair cut, and find the blandest color of contacts imaginable, then he could just disappear into a crowd. No more people staring at him and whispering to each other if he was wearing contacts, and what sort of weird boy let their hair grow this long? Then, someone who knew Duo would say that his eye color was natural, which was even worse. It was enough to make him want to disappear.

Duo glared at his reflection, then looked away, hating how he looked with every fiber of his being. Sister Helen might say that he looked handsome, but she was biased, and not a single person had complimented him. They whispered behind his back, laughing, and he knew how weird and ridiculous he looked. He pulled on his clothes and meticulously tucked all of his cinnamon colored hair into the cap. This was why he needed the mirror, so he could make sure that every single strand of hair was hidden from sight. The length of it made it hard, but the cap was just big enough to hold all of it without anyone noticing that it didn�t quite match his smaller head. Sister Helen hated the cap, but he hardly left the church without wearing it anymore. It made him feel safe, kind of like he had a secret identity or a mask.

There were days, long, tiring days, when Duo wished that, like his hair, he could just find some way to hide everything that he was. Find some nice, dark hole where he wouldn�t have to think about his father�s half lidded eyes, always staring at him, accusing, or remember the way his mother�s hand would linger on his head, how she would hold him tightly when she was sad, as though he were strong enough to keep her tears at bay, as though he could be the man for her that his father never could be.

He didn�t want to think about the terror he felt when it started to rain and he could hear the pattering on the church roof, didn�t want to think about how his heart hurt him a little, every time he woke up from a bad dream. He didn�t want to be burdened by those memories. He wanted someone to come along and take control of his life, so he could finally stop being afraid. But, he knew that this person in the mirror who he hated so much was here to stay. He had to walk on his own two feet, even if it felt like those feet were broken sometimes. He wanted an answer when there was no one around him who could even understand the question he was asking. How could he tell Sister Helen about these things, when all she did was worry about him, even during the times when she didn�t need to be worried? How could he rely on Kevin when the twenty-six year old was still trying to find himself?

Hair safely hidden, Duo left the bathroom, barely opening the door before Kevin was running in, slamming the door behind him. Duo shook his head in amusement, then walked downstairs to the kitchen where his two caretakers and most of the other orphans were having breakfast. They didn�t have that many children this year, only thirteen instead of just under twenty. There had been twenty-three last winter, more than the church could really handle, but by Christmas, three had run away, one, a thirteen year old girl that they had learned was pregnant, had been taken in by a women�s shelter nearby, and five had thankfully been adopted during the Christmas season. Shortly after New Year�s, two three year olds under their care, a brother and sister fraternal twins, had tragically died after contracting a relentless strain of pnuemonia that had infected a large population of the town.

The brother and sister, brought to the church by a caring uncle who had found his sister, the children�s mother, trying to the sell the two of them into labor for a quick buck after the entire family, including the uncle, had gone bankrupt. The man had been incapable of caring for the children, who were both malnourished, and had given them to the church, but without proper care, the sickness had been too much for children that young and neglected. It had been horrifying to watch and Duo, who had seen far too much death in his young life, still had a hard time thinking about the two of them. Still, he understood that life moved on. They had gotten Bunny just weeks after that, proving that very fact to him. She sat at the table, too, looking tired, her eyes dropping as she munched on the waffles that Sister Helen had made for all of them, barely able to stay awake.

The church, suffering from darkness and depression after the death of the twins, had, as a whole, welcomed Hisaga Ayako, whom they had quickly nicknamed Bunny, with open arms. She was a bright, happy child who clung to Duo and Kevin like an adorable leech and loved to draw pictures for them. They called her Bunny because the little girl had an odd affinity for vegetables, rare for any child, her favorite snack being large, raw, whole carrots, and she also tended to carry around a blue, stuffed rabbit, who had no name. It reminded Duo of his blue bear, named only Teddy, which he had only stopped carrying around with him everywhere when he was eleven.

Bunny was intelligent and beautiful with straight, long black hair that fell to her hips, prettily shaped, black eyes, and slightly tanned skin. She looked like the poster child for adoption dressed in her pink pajamas with brightly colored fish on them, her little feet clothed in fluffy slippers in the shape of orange kittens, but she had been here ten months and hadn�t even been glanced out at potential foster families. The reason was the thick scar that ran from her right temple, over the very top of the bridge of her nose, under her left eye, and to the left side of her face, almost to her neck. It was put there by a sharp knife that had just nearly taken her left eye out.

She was lucky that her eye hadn�t been affected at all, even when it had happened and the wound had become swollen, but few parents wanted a child disfigured in that way, or to shell out the money for plastic surgery. It angered Duo. The last thing he wanted was for Bunny to end up like him and Kevin, but the fact was that all of the orphans were merchandise, nothing more than a commodity to families wanting children. They were examined like slabs of meat, their physical appearance, behavior, and past history, and if there was even one, slight flaw, they were rejected. Tossed back into the bin from whence they came like any other defective product.

It was disgusting to him that the three of them were now labeled �special cases� by the orphanage, children who would probably never be adopted, just because Duo had a bad heart, Bunny had a scar, and Kevin was too old. It was how the system worked, and he understood that, but that didn�t make him feel any better about it. If family really was the most important thing, then why were they being denied a chance at one because parents didn�t want to put some effort into it? They wanted an easy fix, some low maintenance child that would be as easy, and normal, as possible. As a child, watching the other, �perfect� children be adopted, Duo had wondered if these people really wanted a son or daughter, or if they just craved the blind love of a pet, something that they had taken in out of the cold and therefore, that thing owed them for the rest of its life. Sister Helen was old and poor, without any husband to help her raise him beyond Father Maxwell, but she hadn�t flinched in allowing him to stay, teaching him everything she knew, and even giving him Father�s last name.

�Morning, Bunny,� he greeted with a smile, kissing the top of her head.

Bunny scrunched up her nose a little, more out of tiredness than being kissed, then beamed up at him and kissed his cheek.

�Mornin�, Teddy!� she chirped.

There were seven children, plus Sister and Father, sitting at the old wooden table, the others probably taking a shower and Duo knew that Jazz was still sleeping. They just barely fit, even though most of them were sitting in chairs, they had to eat their meal off their laps. There was one space saved for him and none of the kids looked annoyed that they were squeezed in while Duo got a space. Most of them understood that there was a hierarchy, that Duo wasn�t like them and he was one of the �big kids�. Or maybe they just loved him that much. Sure enough, as Sister Helen smiled at him, placing a plate at his spot, a chorus of �morning, Duo!� went out among the little kids and young teens alike, making Duo smile. It was a far cry from the group that had bullied him when he was younger. At the same time that these ones understood he wasn�t up for adoption, they still saw him as one of them.

Duo was the one they ran to they were in trouble, and he usually talked his way out of their trouble for them. He, like Kevin, was seen as �big brother� by them and he craved that. It was like having a dozen little brothers and sisters when he had no family at all. He loved that feeling of being loved, of being admired, seen as someone special and trustworthy. It was probably because he thought so little of himself, so seeing that love in their faces as he sat down made his anxiety seem far away. He dug into his waffles happily. They usually didn�t have large meals like this for breakfast, either cheap, generic-brand cereal or cream of wheat, but it was a tradition in their little household. Waffles on the first day of a new year of school.

�Oh, Duo,� Sister Helen said, almost sadly, as she took in his attire.

Duo felt his stomach fall and anxiety starting to return. He hated it when she used that tone, the one that said �you know I told you not to do that. I don�t know why you have to be so stubborn.� It was the one that accused him of disobeying her, or worse, doing something that would make her worry about him. It was a gentle scolding. Duo would have preferred if she would just come out and yell at him for doing something wrong. He never knew what to do when she talked to him like that. Was she punishing him, pitying him, covertly telling him what not to do, or did she not care enough and he could get away with it? It made his head ache for some reason, even though it wasn�t that big of a deal.

�I really wish you wouldn�t wear that old thing. Won�t you take it off for school, at least? Your classmates won�t be able to see how handsome you are,� she said, pleading.

Duo hesitated, feeling trapped between needing to obey Sister Helen, like a strong reflex, and wanting to keep his hat on. The anxiety grew and he felt his heart beat start to go faster. He hated her kind look sometimes, because when he couldn�t do everything she said, couldn�t give her everything she wanted, couldn�t just be a good boy, it hurt him.

�Let the kid wear the damn hat,� Kevin said, entering the kitchen, his hair wet, �He�s not a baby anymore. He can wear whatever he wants to.�

Duo immediately felt a little bit better, having someone to back up what he wanted.

�Kevin, language!� Helen scolded angrily while the younger children laughed, mouthing damn while the nun�s attention was on Kevin.

Again, Duo felt something squeeze his heart. She always scolded Kevin when he did something wrong, but talked to Duo like he was a child, saying couldn�t he please do this, he really ought to do that� like he was made of glass and would shatter if she talked to him harshly. He was glad to have her piercing gaze on Kevin instead of him, but thought it would be better if she scolded him like that. At least it would make him feel like a teenager instead of a little kid. As Kevin sat down, he ruffled Duo�s hat a little. Duo mock glared at him and they both ate at similar paces. Sister Helen looked at Duo again, but Duo lowered his head, pretending to concentrate on his food and that he couldn�t see her. Eventually, she went back to her food, too. Crises averted.

The horde of children and teenagers finished their breakfasts and soon fought over who got to go into the bathroom to brush their teeth. Sister Helen followed the younger children, the ones who had the habit of not brushing at all. Duo was more diligent, brushing his teeth and grabbing his book bag and going down again. Kevin was waiting for him, not having to leave yet, along with Bunny, who held his hand. He handed Duo his denim jacket that he had taken from the closet next to the door with a tempered smile. The jacket was just as worn as most of Duo�s clothes, but it would keep him warm for now.

�We�ll have to go shopping for a winter coat for you soon,� Kevin pointed out.

Duo nodded grimly. He hated shopping for clothes. There were too many people and it was tiresome, not to mention sad, watching Sister Helen try to balance which clothes would last the longest, be the warmest, and their meager budget all at once. He was always tempted to tell her to just forget it, he wasn�t worth the fuss, but she would just argue with him, which made him feel even guiltier. He slipped the jacket on and the nun suddenly appeared next to them and fussed with Duo�s jacket, trying to straighten it by pulling lightly on each side. She handed him a brown, paper bag with his lunch in it.

�Remember to look out for bullies,� she warned him, �Boys your age can be very cruel to each other and I want you to promise that you�ll look out for yourself.�

Once again, Duo felt that pressure around his heart as it started to speed up, just thinking about how mean his classmates might be to him, that he might have another attack, that-

�And don�t forget your doctor�s note,� she continued to say in a litany, �You can�t do any strenuous activities, you know that.�

And she knew that he had his doctor�s note in his bag. She had only asked about twenty times last night. His chest tightened further. But what if he had forgotten it, he thought in a panic. What if he went to gym class and the teacher made him run laps and he had an attack and all the kids laughed at him?

�Don�t forget to eat all your lunch, either. It will help with the headaches. Do your best on the placement tests, you don�t want to be stuck in remedial classes all year,� she continued to nag.

Kevin watched in alarm as the color seemed to drain from Duo�s face and he looked scared and anxious. He could tell by the pinched look on his face that the long-haired boy was feeling chest pain and Kevin continued to worry as Duo put one hand over his heart, as though he could will the pain and his racing heart beat away. Kevin narrowed his eyes at Sister Helen. He doubted that she even realized what she was doing, but every time she opened her mouth, her words just scared Duo further. A large part of Duo�s problems weren�t his heart or his shyness, but that fear, and Helen kept throwing fuel on the fire, adding her concerns and anxieties to the mix. Helen noticed Duo clenching his chest with his hand and made a small, pitying noise.

�Oh, Duo, you don�t have to go school today. Why don�t you stay home?� her tone was strained and to Duo�s ears, it was like she was begging him to stay home with her.

�Will you leave him be?!� Kevin suddenly snapped, reminding Duo that he wasn�t alone with Sister Helen, �At this rate, you�ll nag him to an early grave!�

Helen stared at him sternly and Duo was sure that a terrible fight would ensure. Bunny let go of Kevin�s hand and ran forward, hugging one of Duo�s legs. Kevin worried that things were going to get a hundred times worse, that Bunny didn�t want Duo to go to school, either. Duo had always been around for her, if she needed to play or talk about her absent family. If she, along with Sister Helen ganged up on him, Duo might actually lose this battle and stay home. Despite Kevin�s fears, Bunny smiled brightly up at Duo.

�Have a nice day at school, Teddy!� she said in the happy tone of a small child.

To Kevin�s amazement, the color returned to Duo�s face and, like a switch had been thrown, it was as though he had never felt the chest pain to begin with. Duo knelt down and hugged Bunny.

�Thanks for seeing me off, Bunny,� Duo said softly, then let go of her.

�You�d better do good,� Bunny threatened in a serious pout, �Or I�m not going to let you play with my coloring books no more!�

Duo�s smile grew. Bunny�s stern tone lifted his spirits, her threat like Helen�s warnings, both full of love, but while Helen�s was created out of concern and fear, Bunny�s was confident. She had trouble telling her colors apart and always relied on Duo to help her, so he knew that, for her to threaten that, she was sure he would succeed. Maybe it was just the words of a five year old, but he took them to heart. If Bunny thought he could do it, he told himself, then, dammit, he would. Kevin patted his shoulder.

�Bunny�s right,� he said, intentionally leaving Helen�s advice out of it, �All you have to worry about is doing your best. If you do that, none of us will have anything to complain about.�

Duo could feel their confidence in him filling his heart and making it stronger. Maybe it was just in his imagination, but his heart beat felt normal, instead of weak and stressed. It was the most comforting thing in the world, to be told by someone you loved and trusted what you needed to do to be happy. It was so much better than trying on your own, not sure and fearful, believing that you were going to fail or worrying that you weren�t doing the right thing at all. He vowed right then that he would do whatever it took for them to be proud of him, the people he loved. He would be a good boy, do everything they said and everything else would just work itself out.

He was sure of it. He would, for the first time in his life, make the people he loved proud of him.
*****
Heero Yuy hated this school. Arendale High School. A boring name for a boring institution, filled with boring teachers and boring students alike. Nothing interesting ever happened here, or in any part of this town. Why his father insisted that he and his brother went here, instead of some posh private school, he had no idea. The Yuys were the richest family in town, their father owning ninety percent of businesses and land. His father had told him once that a private school would only distract him from his studies, his mind would grow weak while surrounded by other rich boys and their perverted, pampered interests. The thought made him smile. The man clearly had no idea about his own children� certainly, going to school here hadn�t done a thing to lessen distractions.

Heero leaned against his locker, waiting for his brother, Quatre, with a sense of deep boredom and eagerness for his return. His dark blue eyes scanned the throng of students coming and going in the hallway, looking for something new. His gaze targeted the freshman class. After three years of going to school here, Heero knew most of these children�s faces and felt no interest in their plainness. He needed to find something special, something he hadn�t seen a hundred times in these bland hallways, but this year, it was eluding him. The freshman were like carbon copies of the upperclassmen, just slightly more timid. They noticed the tall boy standing at the lockers, wearing the leather jacket, with dark brown hair that hung around his neck and framed his wolfish face, his piercing blue eyes and rough haircut making him look like a predator in their midst.

They stayed far away from him, along with the older students, though mostly because he looked like a bully, or perhaps a would-be rock star, the type of boy that any caring parent would warn their child away from. The older students stayed away from him and his brother because of their reputation. Heero and Quatre Yuy were the wolves that they looked like, cold and predatory and, with their wealth and lack of empathy, the kind of threat that no sane teenager wanted to knock heads with. If they did, the two boys would only leave a smear of the offender�s blood behind.

Their reputations as cruel sociopaths was bolstered by their ability to work together and their similar interests, something that everyone equated to them being twins. If you messed with one of them, both of them would come after you. They had solidified this rumor their freshman year, when a senior had made fun of Quatre for being shorter than his brother. The next thing he knew, the twins had broken his arm. When the principal had asked him which one had done it, the boy had been unable to say anything, too afraid of them and their father. Everyone knew that it was never just either of them who were involved with a violation of school rules.

�Heero!�

Well, there was one person who was just plain too stupid to be scared of him, Heero thought with an irritated sneer as a girl his age with long, dark blonde hair, and light blue eyes wearing a low cut, white top with a short, pale pink skirt ran to him. Another girl, a lot more subdued, with lighter blonde hair and intense grey-blue eyes with forked eyebrows followed her, but glared at Heero as though he were a blemish on the face of a handsome model. Her expression made him smirk superiorly at her. Then, the other girl tried to latch onto his arm and any amusement he felt bled away, replaced with acid hate and disgust. He pulled his arm away from her, wanting her touch even less than the smell of her flowery perfume on his skin.

Relena Dorlian had been a thorn in Heero�s side since middle school. Ever since they had met, she had been following him around like an untrained dog who wanted to take a sniff of his crotch or hump his leg. When his father had found out about it, his advice had been to court her, since the Dorlian�s were wealthy, too, and Relena was subservient enough to make a good wife when Heero got old enough, but Heero had no desire to marry any woman, let alone Relena, and he definitely had no desire to obey his father about anything.

Besides, he understood the difference between someone who was subservient and someone who was a mindless bitch. He�d rather have a lover that rolled over for him in bed, but still had a mind of their own than someone who would just blindly did whatever he wanted. If he ever desired the latter, he could just get a dog and a whore on the side. Heero was quite sure that a dog would be smarter than Relena, and would leave less hair and slobber around the house.

Heero almost smirked at that thought, but when Relena finally managed to get her thin arms around him, the anger flared again. She was like a fucking octopus, a brainless one that couldn�t take a goddamn hint. He wondered what Relena would do if he told her that she had chosen the loser of the two brothers, the one that his father ignored while doting on his younger, smarter twin. The other girl, Relena�s best friend, Dorothy Catalonia, was smart enough to hate Heero�s guts, but too scared of him to ever speak up.

�Heeero,� Relena whined in what Heero wondered was supposed to be a hurt tone, �I waited for hours last Friday for you! It was the restaurant I told you about, that nice little French place. You know it�s rude to keep a lady waiting,� she batted her long eyelashes at him, �I know you�re a guy and it�s easy for you to forget things like dates and times, but you really should have a book to right these things down!�

She tightened her grip on his arm and he could feel her breasts digging into him, like two flabby, warm marshmallows. It was disgusting.

�I know!� she said brightly, as though she had come up with some ingenious idea, something that Heero sincerely doubted, �Why don�t we go out tonight, huh, Jacob? Just you and me� we can see a movie� it�ll be dark� I�ll wear something nice� something� small��

She lowered her voice seductively, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. Heero could feel his anger boiling over, but it wasn�t until she tried to touch his face that he snapped. With a huff of frustration, he shoved her off of him as hard as he could. Dorothy gasped as Relena almost slammed against the locker, the blue-eyed girl looking up at Heero in complete betrayal.

�I would rather fuck a goat then so much as hold your pathetic, sweaty hand!� he snarled at her, �Why don�t you piss off, you stupid cunt! Or maybe you would like to fuck my brother, instead? Is this what this is about?� he sneered, �You just want to get close to him, don�t you? After all, he�s the one whose going to inherit our father�s wealth. I�m just a stepping stone so you can line your pockets!�

Heero felt immensely satisfied as Relena turned as white as a ghost, her eyes widening with horror. He doubted that anyone had ever stood up to her in their entire lives, let alone used language like that in front of her. Even Dorothy looked shocked by his disgust for her friend. It was the same trick that they used whenever one of them was in trouble or some relative was making a pest of themselves. People were always so ashamed about their apparent, sibling jealousy that they stepped over their own toes trying to make them feel better about it.

It had never worked with their father, not because he didn�t believe in their little guilt game, in fact, he seemed to encourage any rivalry between them, fake or not, but because he didn�t care of hurting their feelings. He always said that crying over the other�s accomplishments made them weak. If one was better than the other, they should one up them. If he didn�t realize it was all a game to them, and they didn�t feel any rivalry at all between each other, he didn�t show it. It was impossible for any rivalry to exist between them, they were too alike. They had the same interests and similar personalities. They could both be cruel, cold, and vindictive. They were both highly intelligent, just in different ways. Besides, they had the same enemy.

�T-that�s not true�� Relena protested, �You�re just as good as your brother� I mean� besides your looks, you�re almost the same��

Heero nearly grit his teeth in fury. That was the one thing he never wanted to hear. It was just a fucking excuse. Just because they were twins, it didn�t mean that they were the same. Quatre liked science while Heero liked technology. Heero watched action flicks and Quatre enjoyed dramas. Where Heero was more straight forward, Quatre was cunning and analytical, one of the reasons why their father had always favored him. Quatre was into pain games and sadism. Heero liked bondage. Maybe some would say that those things were just different sides of the same coin, all rooted to the same expressions and feelings, but even if they were, just like Quatre and Heero were, they still weren�t exactly the same and it was that difference that was more important than the similarities. People would rather say that it was splitting hairs than try to find out what those differences were.

Heero remembered when they were kids, both he and Quatre had had the same short hair style and his relatives had often said that they were like identical twins, if it weren�t for their hair color, which wasn�t true. Heero had his mother�s Japanese features, Quatre their father�s German-Arabian ones. They both had blue eyes, but Quatre�s were more aqua and Heero�s were darker. Their aunts had often called them the wolf and the angel. That was Quatre, their beloved angel, the brilliant businessman, the tactician, and Heero, the ruthless wolf, the animal who was only good with his hands and lowly interests that wouldn�t matter in his father�s company. As his father often said: �Do you want to be stuck in a cubicle all your life, Heero? Let the lowly technicians to worry about firewalls and data. Computers are for sheep, strategies and tactics are for the sharks.�

Heero pushed the dull ache in his heart down and smiled as cruelly as he could at Relena. He grabbed her chin in a harsh grip and leaned close to her.

Relena closed her eyes and trembled with anticipation. He was going to kiss her� she could feel his warm breath on her skin, his fingers harsh, but soft� She had always been in love with Heero�s bad boy looks, the kind of boy that would be a challenge, the sort that her parents had always warned her away from, but she knew were so much more interesting than those dull, preppy boys her mother tried to set her up with� true, Heero was her true love, but they did act the same, so it was really those looks that set them apart� Heero�s smile disappeared and his look turned colder, almost to something inhuman.

�If we�re so similar, then it doesn�t matter if I�m the guy you supposedly want to spread your legs and drop babies for, Quatre will do just fine, won�t he?� he studied her icily, �But then again� if it doesn�t make a difference to you, you�re not worth his time, either.�

He let go of her chin and as she opened her mouth to protest, Heero felt the last straw fall on his shoulders.

�Get the fuck out of my sight, stupid bitch!� he roared at her.

Relena made a small sound like a whimper, then bolted, Dorothy at her heels, this time not even glaring back at the furious boy. Heero blew a frustrated breath, the whoosh of air blowing his chocolate bangs up. He glanced to his other side, away from the two departing girls, and saw Quatre walking towards him. Heero immediately felt relief, the way he always felt when they were reunited after being separated from his twin. Quatre had an amused grin on his face and when he got close, started to clap.

�That was beautiful,� he said gleefully.

Heero glared at him. Quatre put his hands up in mock surrender.

�No, really,� the younger twin said, �That was simply beautiful. I mean, really, the look on her face when you said �if it doesn�t make a difference to you�, man, that was priceless! And when you called her a cunt,� he burst out laughing, �I thought she was gonna piss herself!�

Heero snorted at him, cupping his hands under his head as he leaned back against the locker.

�In other words, you were just standing there watching the whole time,� he said dryly.

�Oh, I�m sorry,� Quatre said in false wonderment, �Should I have helped out?�

�It would have been nice,� Heero murmured, �Then you could be the one to be stalked by some blonde bitch.�

�I knew you could handle it,� his brother said, �You�re going to have to learn how to deal without me at some point.�

Heero raised an eyebrow at Quatre. The statement was utterly ridiculous as Heero had spent his life doing his �big brother� duty, getting Quatre out of trouble and sometimes, taking his punishment for him. Sure, he was only older by an hour, but that was just another difference between them. Quatre was quite content with making mischief and slacking off all day while Heero was more responsible.

�What are you talking about?� Heero asked incredulously, �You know that as soon as we graduate, we�re just going to move in together. Even if we both get lovers, we�re staying together forever.�

That was The Plan. Graduate high school, get into some out of state college, preferably across the continent, find an apartment of their very own. Get away from their father as fast and as far as possible. What happened after that didn�t matter. They were never going to be separated. They had figured that out and had come up with The Plan when they had been seven years old, one night laying in their bed under the covers, using flashlights to look at college listings and trying to find the one that was the furthest away from where they lived. Together, with the person, or people, that they loved, without their meddling father to muck up their lives. It was the fucking American Dream.

Quatre pressed himself against the same arm that Relena had been wrapped around just seconds earlier, and put his head on Heero�s shoulder.

�Damn straight,� Quatre murmured.

Heero wondered if Quatre choosing that side was self conscious. Quatre�s warmth quickly replaced Relena�s lingering one and Heero felt his residual anger fade.

�So,� Heero asked, letting hope into his heart, �Have we found any prey, yet?�

This was what he needed. A hunt after some delectable prey, something to sink his teeth into and forget his anxiety about his father, about being separated from his brother, about Relena� he needed something to feel happy about for once. Quatre sighed loudly, getting off of his twin.

�No,� he said mournfully, �I scoped out the doors, but nothing interesting so far. Just the same drab, boring cattle.�

Heero�s hope diminished and he could feel a headache coming on. The entire year was depending on this. It was the most important part, even more important than the stalking, to find that one person that stood out from the rest. Someone who would be open to their very special idea of fun. They might struggle at first, maybe even try to run. Maybe they might succeed, for a little while, but the twins always got their kill. That was part of the fun, having a struggler and watching them submit. They always submitted, but that was because Quatre and Heero were careful with who they picked. They had standards.

It had to be a boy, a loner. They couldn�t be straight or plain. It was a serious turn off to fuck someone who couldn�t even get it up or thought it was disgusting. Rape wasn�t really their thing, not in the literal sense, anyway. In the end, their prey always spread their legs for them, no matter how much they fought in the beginning. That Quatre hadn�t been able to find anyone that fit that criteria was depressing. If it weren�t for this little game of theirs, Heero was sure he would have died from boredom and repression by now.

�We could pick someone plain,� Quatre predicted, his green-blue eyes searching the crowd the same way that his brother�s were.

�No,� Heero snapped irritably, �This is our last year at this school. It doesn�t just have to be someone interesting, it has to be someone special.�

Quatre nodded, having not liked his suggestion anyway. They never settled for less than what they wanted, it wasn�t their way. He narrowed his eyes at his brother and smiled slyly at him. He had his own theory about why Heero wanted the perfect prey.

�You�re jealous, aren�t you?� Quatre half teased, putting his hands behind his head, miming Heero�s earlier pose, �You�re jealous that I turned the game into something more and you want to see if you can do it, too.�

Heero frowned at Quatre�s smug tone.

�Don�t be stupid,� he growled, �I don�t take love so offhandedly as that. If I do fall in love with someone, then it was meant to be. If I don�t, I�m not going to force myself into a relationship, either.�

Quatre smirked at him. This was something that he had always loved about his brother. The two of them could have anyone they wanted, all they had to do was point, but Heero took everything so seriously, the game, falling in love� Quatre always let things fall the way they were, hardly ever trying to change, but Heero was the planner. He knew what he wanted and went for it, even if it was impossible. Nothing less would do. Quatre was used to getting his way, and he enjoyed it, but he could still negotiate. He liked to negotiate, to analyze and map out the situation to his liking. Heero was more like a charging bull. It was endearing, watching his twin brother be jealous of Quatre�s new found lover, desperate, but not pathetic about finding his own. Usually, they were completely dependent of each other, but since last year, they had learned that there could be something deeper in their lives.

�I�m not jealous,� Heero muttered, �I�m just� bored.�

That was true enough. Boredom had haunted him for most of his life. He and Quatre might be rich, but their childhood had been far from perfect. No one had been more disappointed by their birth than their father, a strict, and often cold, businessman who had only married their mother out of need for a child to take over the business when he retired. Their mother hadn�t loved the man, either, but her parents had pushed her into the marriage. She had been beautiful, smart, and had come from a respected family, so the match had looked perfect on the outside. However, though she had held no love for her husband, she had loved her sons.

Heero knew the story from their nanny when he was a little boy. Their father had been so sure that his wife would bear him what he needed, a single son. The man was like that, arrogant, thinking that everyone around him would give him simply what he required from them. His wife had been one of the few people that had defied this expectation. Instead of just one identical copy of himself, he got Heero and Quatre, two boys instead of just one. What was more infuriating, Heero took after their mother instead of him, a pretty Japanese woman with long brown hair that was so dark, it seemed to morph between brown and black, and dark blue eyes, her skin the same tan shade as Heero�s. The only resemblance he had to their father was his above average height and cutthroat personality. It seemed almost a miracle that Quatre shared his father�s golden hair, blue-green eyes, and pale skin, though his love for literature and dramas had come directly from his mother. It had been a popular joke among their father�s employees and family that his wife was so head strong that she, like the Virgin Mary, hadn�t needed a man�s help to create her twin sons.

It would have been easier for everyone if only one of them had been born. The way their father had seen it, he could only pick one heir, so two children was just inconvenient. Their mother had created a barrier between them and their father, refusing to let the man control them or stop them from enjoying their childhood. That had stopped when their mother had died when they had been seven years old. Her heart had always been weak, but between her duties around the house, her trying to raise them without her husband�s help, and her constant fighting with him, her heart had finally given out. The way the servants told the tale, it was as though their father�s coldness, and the absence of love in her life, had grown roots around her heart and, little by little, she had been choked to death.

The maids seemed to find this idea romantic, of a woman who had needed love so badly, she had died without it, but it only made Heero feel cold inside. Sometimes, she was all that he could think about and other times, it was hard to remember her face without looking at a picture of her. After her death, there had been no one to protect the two of them from their father. He had never been outright abusive, just neglectful in the ways that children really needed from a parent. Their remaining childhood had been strict under the gaze of their overbearing father. Instead of playing with toys, they studied and took lessons and tests from handpicked tutors. The man was still a pain in the ass. Anything below perfect wouldn�t be good enough, for either of them. Every time they got into trouble, it got a thousand times worse, though he had always been more lenient with Quatre.

It wasn�t hard to see why. Quatre looked like their father�s son and Heero looked like he had been adopted. Quatre understood business and was brilliant with his studies. Heero preferred computers and mechanics and had no real taste for money and business negotiations. As puberty had hit, Quatre had kept his bangs short and Heero�s had let his grow out, he had grown taller with wider shoulders than his brother. Quatre�s eyes had remained wide, Heero�s angular. What little they had had in common physically had vanished, but they had remained the angel and the wolf.

Their father had turned it all into a game, a competition between the two brothers. If one brother did better than the other, he would be given whatever he wanted, while the other would be punished. Their father had always pushed them to be better than they could be, to push the other brother down in the mud just to get ahead. He hadn�t counted on their brotherly bond becoming stronger as their hatred for their father had grown. They had played their own little game, switching their tests so their tutors so they never knew which twin had answered correctly. They would copy each other�s papers, cheat, and bully their tutors until they quit. At the end of every day, they had ended up equal, which had made their father furious. They had made very sure that neither of them was better than the other, even in high school, down to the last point. It wasn�t as fun as the hunt, but it was quite enjoyable watching their usually calm and collected father turn that very special shade of bright red.

He supposed their childhood had started the Hunt, before it had ever entered their minds. After their mother�s death, their toys had been locked away and the only time they got what game systems or other toys that they wanted was when they exceeded their father�s expectations, which was rare. They had spent their childhood cursed with desires they could never satisfy. When they hit puberty, their need for some kind of entertainment stimulation had turned into the need for sexual satisfaction. Like their childhood desires, their carnal ones could never really be satisfied. They had fucked a few of their maids before realizing how unsatisfactory it was. It hadn�t taken long to figure out that it wasn�t the blushing servant girls that they wanted to dominate.

It had been endlessly frustrating and Heero had felt like he had been walking around with a mental erection, and often a physical one, for the past five years, which no pussy or warm hand or mouth could soothe away. Even the servant boys hadn�t worked. They were more than willing to suck cock, and very few would take it up the ass for a raise, but anything more than that and they become squeamish. They were all so dull and pathetic. Heero had found what he wanted at age thirteen, when he had stumbled upon a website featuring pretty boys, tied up in equally pretty ways, begging. When he had shown Quatre some of the pictures, he quickly realized that they had one more thing in common. The problem was now they had a name for the disease that had been plaguing them, but still no way to satisfy it.

Their first year of high school, they had found an outlet for their sexual frustrations, as well as their frustrations about their family and future. Amidst their father�s unbendable plans for them and the expectations that had been placed on their heads at birth, to always be perfect and well behaved, but also creative and cutthroat, the hunt was the only thing that kept Heero sane and interested in the world around him. If it weren�t for that outlet, he would probably be snorting cocaine and robbing convenience stores just for the thrill of it. The summer without that game had been torture. It was all he could think about as his father lectured him to be more assertive with his studies, who would be their next prey? Would he fight them? How would his insides feel? So, hearing his brother say that he couldn�t find anyone made him feel agitated, like his bones were trying to jump out of his skin. He yearned to feel that passion that he had felt every year since their freshman year.

Heero smirked as he thought about that very first year. It had been like a giant light going off in his heart, telling him what he needed. Showing him that happiness was possible, that he wasn�t worthless like his father thought. When their prey looked at him with anticipation and excitement, he could feel the stress and boredom leave him. Their first prey had been� very special. Heero and Quatre, though having known Relena Dorlian since they had been kids, had never met her older brother, Zechs before then. Zechs had been gorgeous, putting his younger sister to shame. With the tall, well-muscled body of a basketball player, long hair that had been a billowing white, like a cloud of snow, crystalline blue eyes, and pale skin, the twins had been practically drooling at the sight of him.

The fact that they were hunting Heero�s stalker�s brother had been the cherry on top of it all. That the man had spread his legs for them and Relena had never found out about it had been the best sort of revenge for her constant pestering. That was how the hunt had started, with the both of them lusting equally after Zechs and some sort of control over their lives. Their father could force them to get good grades and be miserable, but he had absolutely no control over who they had sex with. Or how. They hadn�t been sure of themselves that first time. Was Zechs straight or gay? Would he consider it rape and get them in trouble, or would he be into it? The possibility that he might struggle, but secretly like it, like the boys on that website had aroused them every time they had considered it.

Zechs had been a senior at the time and had seen the twins just as little boys, one of whom his sister was in heat over, which the white-haired teenager had been offended about for Heero�s sake. It hadn�t been easy trying to approach the tall athlete, since Zechs had had different classes than them and had always been with a small group of friends. Since then, they had made the rule to only go after loners, since they were easier to catch and less likely to bolt. They had stalked Zechs for weeks, bolstered when, by chance another boy had hit on Zechs and the blue eyed boy had blushed, not in embarrassment or disgust, but interest. At least he had potential, they had thought. Finally, they had managed to corner him in a classroom after basketball practice, like wolves after a buck, careful and meticulous.

After pushing him onto the teacher�s desk, they had teased him mercilessly, pushing fingers between his soft ass cheeks and wrapping a hand around his hot cock, trying to see if he was really the one that they wanted, that he would react to them. Heero didn�t know why exactly, but there was something about rough sex, the violence and force behind it, that turned him on. It wasn�t forcing himself on another person, it was awakening their sexuality and having them need him, submit to him.

There was no better feeling than watching a boy who had fought against them experience pleasure they never had before at his hands. It made him feel important. It made him feel in control. And better yet� to do those extreme, sexual things and have them trust him with their bodies and pleasure. He thought that his brother loved that, too, the submission. They had agreed the very first time they had thought of the game that, if they ever found someone who wasn�t aroused by them, fighting against them or not, they would let them go. There was no entertainment in fucking a boy who had a limp dick, or someone who was as mindless as Relena.

Zechs had been perfect. He fought them the first three times they had come for him, but by the time they really started on him, he had always been panting and begging for it. After those first three times, Zechs had finally submitted to them, had come to them a few times. That moment when he had gotten onto his knees to suck Quatre�s cock without being told to had been an eye opener for them. Their game worked, both for them and their prey. Maybe that was arrogant to assume so, but Zechs�s cries of pleasure had been the proof of that. He had only really realized that he was truly gay and addicted to their new-found game that first time when he had slipped his hard cock into Zechs�s ass and the ice eyed man had given out a long, deep moan. He had realized that what he wanted was a willing toy, someone to explore and teach. He had realized who he was in that moment.

They had both become depressed that year when summer had began and Zechs had graduated. They had eagerly decided to find a new prey the next year. They had spent long nights together, talking about the hunt, what they would do to their next prey, what things that they had done to Zechs that they had liked the best. They had eventually decided to find new prey at the start of every year, until they graduated. Their next target had been a repressed boy with a fiery temper named Wufei Chang. He had been a junior, but had just transferred to their town from China. As a new kid with a thick accent, he hadn�t made any friends by the time they started to stalk him. Wufei had been self defensive, but lonely and, oddly, rather shy.

Compared to the pale skinned, haired, and eyed European descendents of their town, Wufei had truly been an individual with his shoulder length, silky black hair and black, almond shaped eyes and tanned skin. He had been short, but with long, powerful legs for his size. Heero knew that from experience, having had a few strong kicks delivered his way. Unlike Zechs, the transfer student had never come to them, he had even refused to admit that he was gay. Heero wasn�t sure what it was, just stubbornness, or if he was too traditional and had wanted to latch on to the lie that it was rape. And it had been a lie, since as soon as their hands had been on him, Wufei had become aroused and had begged for it, just like Zechs had. After the first five or six times, Wufei had stopped fighting them, but he had never submitted, unfortunately.

Last year had been� different. Typically, they decided on the prey together, but last year, Quatre had chosen all on his own and had insisted only this boy would do. Heero had known how odd it was for Quatre to be that stubborn, at least towards him, and had been curious about why only this boy would do for his brother, but once he had seen him, he had agreed. Trowa Barton was in their grade, a junior at the time, the tallest boy in school, even amongst the, at the time, seniors.

Personality wise, he was very plain. He was quiet and well-behaved. He always sat in the corner of every classroom, diligently writing notes. He was a jock, involved in every sport the school had to offer, but had no friends outside of the team, given how quiet he was. Beyond his boring personality, though, Trowa, like Wufei and Zechs, was gorgeous with a long, lean body, a shock of light brown, almost red hair that fell over his pale green . His skin was pale and on both arms and shoulders were black, tribal tattoos in an abstract design that looked like ash and smoke turned into solid, sharp shapes going down to the insides of his wrists. He also always had three tiny silver rings going through his ear lobe and a silver bar at the top ridge of his ear, telling anyone that Trowa didn�t mind pain.

They had stalked Trowa for one whole day, pinning him easily behind the bleachers on the football field. He hadn�t put up any sort of a fight, literally bending over the second he had realized what they wanted. He was the first of their conquests to do so. He was also the first to enjoy pain, in any form, which Quatre had been excited about. Afterwards, Trowa had actually volunteered to be their prey, his voice heavy with the same excitement as Heero�s brother. They had all had a long talk sitting behind the benches, Trowa�s ass dripping their cum onto the warm grass. Trowa had submitted to them so easily because, he had confessed shyly, he had had a crush on Quatre since their freshman year together, but had never had the balls to say anything. He had heard about the hunt in rumors from others in their class and had been interested in seeing if they were true.

By the enamored look on Quatre�s face, Heero had quickly figured out that the reason why Quatre had insisted on stalking Trowa was because, he, too, had had a crush on the tall boy and had wanted to use the game to find out if Trowa liked boys, too. Watching the two of them looking at each other with this soft, amazed look in their eyes, a look that Heero had never seen from Quatre before, created a deep pain inside of Heero. They had spent their entire lives pretending to be an island, just the two of them, with everyone else visitors or trespassers, but even as a child, Heero had understood that the world wasn�t like that. Sooner or later, one of them would have to leave that island. Was it so selfish to have thought it would be him and not his brother? Trowa had seemed like an intruder on their relationship, but Heero couldn�t be bitter about it. The tall boy made his brother happy and it wasn�t like they had stopped being twins. He just had to learn to share, even if that wasn�t so easy.

Since then, Heero had learned some very important things. He had learned that Trowa wasn�t really quiet, he just didn�t understand why he should be friendly and smile with people who weren�t his friends. And he did have a very nice smile. He also had the same sick sense of humor that Quatre did. They also shared equal, insatiable sexual appetites. They were a good pair. Heero had also learned that, not only was he capable of sharing his twin brother with Trowa, he yearned to be the one being shared with someone special, too. He often wondered how his father would react when they told him that they had no interest in being with woman and had no intention of succeeding the company after him. He would probably die of a heart attack, if they were really lucky.

�Quatre!� as though summoned just by Heero�s thoughts, Trowa appeared through the crowd, a head above everyone else, his height like a beacon.

Quatre immediately brightened at the sight of his lover, like a puppy seeing his master, only with them, their roles were reversed.

�You forgot your lunch,� Trowa said with a soft smile, handing Quatre a brown, paper bag.

Quatre had stayed the night at Trowa�s small apartment. He did that whenever Trowa�s sister, his legal guardian, left town, which was often. The place was unfitting for a Yuy, but Quatre often called the home refreshing, compared to their own large house. Heero had covered for him with their father, saying that he was putting in some extra hours studying, nearly snickering at their father�s satisfied look, knowing full well that Quatre and Trowa were probably fucking like rabbits and cuddling as he lied.

He also knew that Trowa had made that lunch himself and Heero thought that a lunch made by the man you loved had to taste better than a meal cooked by a five star chef. He wondered if he would ever experience that, a boyfriend remembering to pack his lunch for him. He watched as Trowa leaned down to kiss Quatre passionately, neither of them caring that they were in a crowded hallway, swapping spit. Trowa touched Quatre�s shoulder possessively, humming happily. By the time they separated, they were being looked at by several classmates and teachers with disgust, but those people quickly went on their way. If Quatre had been anyone else, or if Trowa�s height wasn�t so imposing, a brutal fight would have ensued. They were lucky, really, to have their father�s name and power. In this town, homosexuals weren�t exactly treated with dignity and respect.

�Thanks, love,� Quatre said with a bright smile.

�Any luck today?� Trowa asked, his green eyes, the bright color of clovers, darting to Heero.

�None,� Heero said, folding his arms over his chest in annoyance as he was, yet again, reminding of the dire situation.

Quatre had gotten lucky with having Trowa for a boyfriend. The brunette knew about the hunt and he also knew that they weren�t going to stop for his sake. He didn�t seem to mind it at all, wanting a play by play of their plan and seeming almost as eager as they did. He supposed that, in Trowa�s mind, Quatre finding new prey wasn�t so much cheating as it was finding a new pet. You couldn�t cheat if your heart wasn�t in it. It was a wise position for Trowa to take. It ensured that he wouldn�t get hurt and their relationship wouldn�t suffer. Trowa grinned as he caught Heero�s amused expression. He kissed Quatre�s nose.

�Well, if you do find someone, maybe you�ll let me join in, huh?� he said, his voice half teasing, half serious.

Heero smirked. Or maybe Trowa was so much like Quatre that he really was as eager as them to find a playmate. It might be interesting, letting the tall boy in on the hunt.

�Hey, Trowa!� a boy in a basketball uniform called out from the other side of the hallway, looking rushed and irritated with the romantic display, �You volunteered to help the freshman around, remember?�

Trowa huffed, not wanting to go.

�You volunteered to lead the sheep?� Quatre asked with a wry grin.

�It seemed like the kind thing to do at the time,� Trowa grumbled, then smirked at his lover, �But I can keep an eye out for fresh meat for you while I�m at it.�

This seemed to make Quatre happy again and they kissed one last time before Trowa was running to join the other boy. Heero watched as his brother looked at Trowa�s retreating ass with an almost depressed expression. Seeing him like that, Heero thought that, maybe, having a boyfriend wasn�t so great. Sooner or later, their father was going to find out about them. But� sooner or later, he was going to find out about The Plan, anyway, right? Heero could never admit it to his brother, but� he was jealous of him and Trowa. If the hunt was their ultimate high, their addiction, then love had to be even better than that, right? After all, Quatre had just taken the hunt a step beyond, turning it long term.

Love was intense, chaotic, and passionate, all the things that they felt during the hunt, but Heero had yet to really experience at that level. When he graduated, he probably wouldn�t be able to play the hunt anymore, but Quatre wouldn�t have to face that because he had Trowa, he had the thing in his life that kept him interested and happy. All Heero had was Quatre and this game. He wanted to meet that someone that would make him feel special and interested in each day, like Quatre had. They were twins, right? So, why was it so easy for Quatre to meet that person, but Heero had yet to feel anything like that for anyone?

If he could have nothing else, what he wanted was to find someone who wouldn�t make him feel like just a lesser copy of his brother, the way his father had. He wanted to be someone else�s world, he wanted to be their master. He wanted to give his heart to someone who trusted him, where everyone else thought he was a screw up or wasn�t good enough. If he could find that person� he knew that nothing else would matter.
　

End Chapter 1
　

Review response:
Djargo: Don�t get your hopes up for this remake. It�s basically the same as the originals version with some parts added or taken out. It isn�t so much my love for a challenge as my contempt for the style of writing at the time that the first VSL was written, combined with my review-whorishness. And yes, I am totally one of those writers who gets pressured by readers very easily. I just have one of those �must please everyone� personalities, which makes me easily stressed. In this case it�s ok, I guess (though when I was writing for Nanowrimo, it was annoying), because I was planning on working on TRTK after November anyway. And thanks for the peaceful thoughts and chocolate ^_^ With finals, family drama, and writing stresses, I needed that.
Pikeebo: Well, Duo definitely does consider Solo, his mother, and his father�s deaths to be his fault and he has never gotten proper help for it. So, as much as the punishment he gets from this new relationship might be seen as wrong, it also makes him feel relieved, like he is being absolved. I want to stress that this is not a component to BDSM. In the early chapters, the sex is NOT BDSM, it�s just rough sex. It�s only if Duo trusts his lovers and allows them to do this to him that it counts as BDSM. Yes, this story is bizarre and challenging.
I also want to thank Duos-deathscythe, AyameRose, and SneakySpy for their kind reviews ^_^ I�ll probably have Chapter 2 up by tomorrow if not tonight.
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