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Hey everyone. Hope you’re
enjoying the story so far. In this chapter, Duo ventures, under continuous
nagging of one certain blonde, to go out on a date with his new colleague. What
should’ve been fun, turns out on painful flashbacks. No lemons yet, but they’re
on the way.
Chapter
4
“Duo, are you feeling any
better?” Heidi asked carefully when he came stumbling back into his office. Her
heart died a little when she saw his face, and knowing she was the cause of that
didn’t exactly heal it. He didn’t look good.
“I’m sorry,” she said
softly.
“It’s alright,” he sighed.
“You weren't to know.” He blew his nose and tried to force a smile. “And you,
do you have a boyfriend?”
“Eh… No. Why do you ask
that?”
“No reason. Just asking,” he
said, trying to appear innocent.
Heidi’s face twitched. Again
that dubious look. Never mind. She stood up and walked towards him, her eyes
fixed on something on his chest, crying out to be seen. “Duo, I have been
wanting to ask you this the whole morning. What is that?”
Around his neck hung a
necklace, made of several tiny bullets, and on his chest rested a silver
crucifix.
“What? Oh that,” he said,
following her stare. “That’s a rosary.”
“A rosary? You’re wearing a
rosary?” she said, slightly amazed. “Religious?”
“It has nothing to do with
religion! God doesn’t exist, and if He does, then it’s only to curse Him. God
dammit. There, now He exists,” he retorted. “Or maybe, in some way it has. You
know, I’m an orphan. I’ve lost my parents in the war. Ever since I was a kid, I
had to live on the streets. One of the kids I was close friends with gave me
that when I left. He was very religious. That way I would always remember
them,” he explained.
“Wow, easy does it!” Heidi
exclaimed. “You’re an orphan? You lived on the streets?!”
“Yes. But I really don’t
feel like talking about that right now. I already feel miserable enough.”
Specter in his office, sudden turnabout from hetro to bisexual, the raking up
of banished memories.
“Okay,” she said softly.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.”
He went and sat down on the
chair Heidi had fished up somewhere in the mean time and looked at the pile of
work still to do on his desk with a tragic face. “Do we really have to work now?”
he groaned, running a hand over his face.
“Yes, that would be a very
good idea, Duo Maxwell,” a female voice suddenly said from the door.
“Relena,” he whimpered.
“That’s Miss Peacecraft to
you!” she snapped.
“Good morning, Miss
Peacecraft. We’ll start working right away,” Heidi said, grinning broadly.
“I hope so,” she said
grumpily, striding off again to her own office.
“Bootlicker,” Duo mumbled.
“Shut up.”
~*~*~*~
The rest of the week had
gone by without any further uncanny events. The usual mourning, sullen
expression and behavior, now and then brightened up by Heidi’s funny jokes and
supportive gestures. Somehow his friends had persuaded him into going out on a
date this weekend. How they had done it, he couldn’t quite remember, but he was
pretty sure that Quatre had something to do with it.
“Duo
Maxwell, formerly known as God of Death aka Shinigami aka Flirtatious Scumbag,
get a life dammit! Mourning about her for the rest of your life won’t bring her
back, you know! Now, ask that girl on a date this very moment before I get into
a fury!!”
Yeah, that must’ve been it.
And to be honest, he had never been more happy to follow their advice, although
he couldn’t deny he still had his doubts when he was waiting in front of her
house in his car. Was this a good idea after all? Wasn’t this too soon after
Hilde’s death?
His doubts were swept away
when he saw her walk through that front door. His eyes widened and gravity no
longer seemed to be something of this earth. She looked simply breathtaking with
her tight jeans and her black gipsy like blouse. Her shoulders were bared, the
short sleeves were a bit puffed up and it was laced completely from bottom to
top. He had never quite seen her like this before, but it matched her black
hair perfectly. He started to feel slightly ashamed to only have put on a
simple, light blue shirt.
He stepped out of the car
and swallowed, for a moment not knowing what to say. “Heidi, you look…
astounding,” he said finally, holding the door open for her.
“Thank you,” Heidi said with
a polite nod of her head. She got in and waited for Duo to do the same. But it
remained remarkably quiet. The door of the car didn’t shut, he didn’t walk
around the car and didn’t take place behind the wheel. She looked up and saw
him staring at the ground.
He slowly shook his head and
cluelessly, turned away from her. “We shouldn’t do this. It’s not right,” he
mumbled. Knowing her he knew how this would end, and he didn’t want that. No, he
didn’t want that. He might’ve been a man,
a man with feelings and no, he didn’t think of sex every six seconds.
That was the Duo of a few months back. And it would take a good while before
*he* would return.
Heidi didn’t feel rejected.
She could ima wha what he'd gone through. But he couldn’t mourn forever, now
could he?
She got out again and softly
turned him around. “Duo, why are you afraid of me?” she asked quietly. “I know
I look like your girlfriend, but Duo, how long are you planning on mourning? It
won’t make her come back, you know. Come on now, Duo. We can just have fun
together, can’t we? You have to have fun every now and then, otherwise’re
’re
slowly killing yourself.” With her index and middle finger she pushed his chin
up to look him in the eyes and force him to surrender to her sweet look. “Duo,
do you want to have fun with me, or have a good time, or paint the town red, or
whatever you want to call it? Please?”
It seemed him like she knew
what tlooklook, combined with a begging pout could evoke with men, and he dared
to bet his shirt on it that she had already done this tons of times, if only as
a little girl of five years old who wanted to get that one porcelain doll from
her father. Now she was using it on him, only it was no longer a porcelain doll
she wanted, but a real man. A man who was moved by the way she looked at him,
who almost felt obliged to comply with her request.
“Alright then. I guess a
little fun won’t hurt me,” he smiled.
The glass in her hand
started to feel heavy. Was that Duo walking over to her? Funny. Did she see him
twice? She blinked. No, once. The light that the spots threw on him gave him an
aura of something surreal. Would she venture another drink? Or was the fact
that he swam around over there in a sea of purple and red with a blue fishtail
any indication that she was starting to get slightly tipsy? Her beautiful
mermaid.
She poured the last bit of
martini in her mouth and gave Duo an exaggerated smile when he came and sat
next to her. “Hello Duo!” she yelled over the loud music. “Wanna dance?”
“I’d love to. But not now!”
he yelled back when he spotted the bizarre way she was lng ang at him. Two,
three, four… Dear God, was this already her fifth glass? Time to go home.
“Why not?” she asked with
genuine surprise.
He helped her stand up and
put her arm around his neck as a form of support. Her knees were wobbling
ominously and she glued herself to him. “Because you drank too much,” he said,
as he made their way to the exit.
“No, I didn’t,” she giggled
ridiculously.
“Oh, you have,” he said
sagely. His being overly concerned again drew his attention to the considerable
metamorphosis his personality had gone through. He guided her to the car and
let her glide into the seat. Too intoxicated to be aware of what was happening
around her, she let her head fall on her chest and her eyes fell closed.
Sighing, he shook his head. He grabbed the seatbelt and strained to attach the
damn thing. Leaned over her, his chest pressed against her bosom, his ass
conspicuously sticking out of the car. God, please let nobody see him like
this.
Safely buckled up, she gave
a contented sigh in her sleep. His mouth crooked in a slight grin and he shook
his head again. “Told you, you were drunk,” he mumbled, closing the door.
She was still asleep when
they had arrived at his home. With the help of his friends, he had managed to
rebuild it. It was exactly the same as it used to be. He wanted to save Hilde’s
memories. Keep them trapped, as it were.
With an exuberant gesture,
he swept her up in his arms, just a little too roughly, making her wake up.
Good, he meant to. Drunk head.
“Hey, sleepy,” he murmured.
She opened her eyes and
instantly squeezed them shut again as a throbbing pain took care of her brains.
“Duo,” she moaned.
“Headache?”
She nodded and without too
much ado dared to admit she had indeed drunk too much.
Now he still had to get that
door open. He put her down and clasped his arm firmly around her, his fingers
searching in his pocket to find his key. There she almost slipped under his arm
when she fainted again, but he pulled her back up before she sagged completely.
At length he managed to
fumble the door open. He again took her in his arms and made his way through
the disturbing darkness to the lounge room, where he lay her down on the couch.
The poor girl was completely exhausted. Did those two ad fundums have something
to do with it? Probably.
She was beautiful, lying
there like that. Her hair slightly tousled, the laces of her blouse loosened
one way or another. Once again he marveled at how much she looked like Hilde.
Striking how she could move in exactly the same way. Idly he wondered. Would
she move in the same way when they made love? No, he wasn’t obsessed by the
topic sex, he just wondered. He couldn’t help thinking about something he had
recently heard on the radio. Research had showed men thought about sex more
than women. They did research about everything nowadays.
Through the chink of the
backdoor, his cat came running in with a mouse in her muzzle. The little animal
was still alive. It peeped and struggled and tried to get away from the sharp
little teeth.
“Ginger! Outside with that!”
he hissed.
Ginger wasn’t her name. She
wasn’t even ginger colored, rather dark gray, with brown-yellow patterns. A
little tigress, as he sometimes called her. Or predator. Ginger was her
nickname, but he had started calling her with that name so much, that she
rather started listening to that name than her real name. What was her real
name again? Oh yeah. Minna.
Minna obeyed, to his
surprise, even though the wicked cat was fast to make a q det detour over the
couch. Her naughty little paws landed on the unfamiliar body, and with a jolt
Heidi was awake again.
Duo shot upright and chased
her. “You fucking…” he cursed, raising an angry fist to his fleeing pet.
His attention went into the
other direction as he heard soft groans from the couch. He spurted to the
bathroom, grabbed a painkiller out of the cupboard and filled a glass of water for
his sleeping beauty, who was nothing more than a beauty now.
“Here you go,” he said,
handing her the glass and the little white pill. She thankfully accepted it and
knocked it back.
“Thank you,” she said
softly. “What would I do without you?”
“Have I already told you
you’re a bootlicker?”
She squeezed her eyes half
shut, and her memory reached back far enough to remember the scene with *Miss*
Relena Peacecraft. That scene, and other ones in which she had already licked
the heels of God knows who in that short week’s notice. “Yes,” she said at last
with a crooked grin.
He smirked and sat next to
her. “If you want, you can sleep in the spare room.”
“I’d much rather…”
“No, you’re not sleeping
with me,” he beat her to it.
With a playful tick against his
shoulder she whacked his perversion away. “That’s not what I was about to say!”
she yelled.
“Oh, then what were you
about to say?”
“That I’d much rather talk
to you. Although, the thing you proposed just now seemed fine to me.”
“No, talking is fine!” he
said quickly. “About what?” Was it clever to leave the topic of conversation to
her?
“About fantasies.”
It wasn’t. “Fantasies.
Interesting.”
“Exactly. So, tell me.”
He glanced over to her and noticed
to his growing panic that she was looking at him with expectation in her eyes.
What the hell…? “Tell me… What?” he asked insecurely.
“Well, I’m sure you have
hundreds of fantasies. Go on, tell me one of them,” she urged.
What kind of painkiller had
he given to her? “Eh… Well, I don’t know. What exactly do you mean with…
fantasies?” Of course he had fantasies. One night probably wouldn’t have been
enough to tell them all, let alone to turn them into reality.
“You know… Things you’d like
to do, but never got the chance to really do them. Or maybe… to watch how two
girls would do it?p>
“Err… Well, I ehm…” he
stammered.
“I do.”
“You mean you would like to
watch how two girls…”
“Of course not,” she
interrupted him. “Two boys. It must be unbelievably exciting to watch two
boys.”
A jolt flew through Duo. Two
boys. His body tensed and his eyes flew open wide. Vaguely he heard Heidi’s
worried voice beside him. She asked him what was wrong, but she nngernger
seemed to sit next to him. All of a sudden he was back in the dirty streets of
America. His memories ran away with him. A door was opened in his head, a door
to the past. A door with the sign “No entry”, one he preferred to be kept
locked. He thought he had got rid of that key years ago, but apparently it had
kept on floating ar in in his head somewhere, and now it had re found the
keyhole.
~o~O~o~
The ground he was sitting on
was dusty. A musty smell hung in the air and sunlight barely found a crack to
warm him. The fuss of the main street had chased him away and made him resort
to one of the more quiet alleys the city was littered with. He was hungry. A
few days ago his landlord had hurled him onto the streets as the back rent kept
on piling up. The meager provisions he had grabbed in his haste started to
dwindle. Only a bottle of “pure mineral water,” as the label announced,
remained; although it didn’t really look all that pure anymore. And what else…
Well, that was about it. Food? He had seen that for the last time in the shop
window of some bakery, but not in his hands. And money he had only seen when he
was strolling around in supermarkets and had watched people paying for the
goods they had bought. Money, filthy lucre, as one might call it. It was filthy
here. Could he pay with that filth?
Footsteps in the soft sand
next to him tickled against his eardrums. He looked up and his eyes met a young
man.
“How much?” he whispered
furtively.
“How much?…” Duo repeated
confused with his childlike naivety and innocence. “For what?”
The man leaned on his other
leg and glanced swiftly over his shoulder, as if afraid of getting caught.
“Come on, kid. You know what I mean. Tell me, how much? Fifty? A hundred?”
Fifty? A hundred? Going
once, going twice… What the hell was that guy bidding for? Surely, he wasn’t?…
“I’m afraid I’m not entirely
following, mister,” Duo said carefully.
In the wink of an eye, the
man had kneeled down next to Duo and held his shirt in an aggressive grip.
“Look here, boy. Your clothes are covered with stains, your face is dirty, your
hair is greasy. I assume you can well use the money and you may be glad I’m
still sitting here at all. I might as will take another whore,” he hissed. “How
much?”
Surely, he was. He looked
like a very spruce boy. Nice suit, neatly combed hair, shiny briefcase. Not
exactly the kind you’d expect roaming around in the back streets to pick up
local whores and bite their head off, Duo assumed. Yes, very spruce boy. Except
for the aggressive grip.
How much? Well, how much did
he need? “As much as possible,” he tried valiantly.
The man grinned disdainfully
and pushed him back in the dust. He straightened and walked away.
Heidi held him and in vain
as she tried to caress his fear away. His heartbeat raged like the wings of a
butterfly in his chest. Delicate and fragile, so very fast. His eyes still
didn’t seem to see her, but instead wereerseersed in… In what, actually?
Complete insanity, hallucinations, dark phantoms and eerie shadows dancing in
front of his eyes. Not her face he saw, not her voice he heard.
It was starting to get a bit
scary. He trembled and a cold sweat was beading on his forehead. What did she
say wrong this time?
Hands. He felt hands on his
face, through his hair. Caressing hands, consoling hands. Who would be
consoling him like this?
“Solo? Is that you?” he
asked softly. In front of him aw aaw a smiling face. Friendly boyish eyes with thick,
dark eyebrows above them. His nose slightly turned up, pale lips, teeth that
would’ve been beautiful if they weren’t so yellow. Black bangs tried to hide
his face. A coarse hand pushed them back in place.
“Solo, is that you?” Duo
sagaingain. “It is you, I recognize you.”
But the smiling face with
the blue eyes shook its head. “I’m not Solo,” the pale lips said. It hadn’t
been Solo’s voice. It had sounded strangely female. The black bangs got a
bluish tint, the blue eyes got longer lashes to them, the pale lips darkened.
The hand reached out to him was no longer coarse, but slender, no longer tanned
from the street life and all the stealing, but soft, blank.
He blinked his eyes and
rubbed them. Foolish concoctions. Of course it hadn’t been Solo. He was at
home, Solo was back in America. Just now he had taken a girl to his house, had
chased his cat away and had been angry with his cat because he had woken the
girl from her drunk sleep. That girl, Heidi, she would be so surprised.
“Heidi…” he said with a
shivering voice.
“Duo, are you okay? Did I
say something wrong? What’s the matter with you? Who is Solo? Is he a friend?
Do you want to talk about it?” Heidi rattled.
Duo smiled, and he could
tell by the way Heidi looked at him that she was relieved to see him smiling.
He sighed and lowered his eyes. Well look at that, he had spilled water on the
ground.
“Heidi, I have to tell you
something.”
The rest of the night hadn’t
exactly been like Heidi had expected. Oh, she wasn’t about to complain about it,
she wouldn’t dare. Duo had poured his heart out into her listening ear. For the
two years living on the streets of America. Had seen more of his clients than
he had wished for, men, all of them, almost every day. Must’ve been very
painful. Then of course she couldn’t blame him when he'd freaked out for a
moment there when she had to go and start talking about two boys fucking. All
night it had ghosted around in her head. Respect for him, but also gratitude
that he had trusted her enough to tell her all that. But that wasn’t the only
thing. His tragic past, that was one thing. Heero; that was another. This was
no longer about just a fantasy. It was so obvious he loved Heero, and Heero
loved him. The traumas of his youth were the obstacle. Would he manage to climb
over that obstacle? Would she be able to give him the necessary push, and hoist
him up at the other side? Of course she would. She would keep on trying and
wouldn’t rest before she had got those two in the same bed. It was about time
Heero woke up with a smile on his face. That guy always walked around with a
little thundercloud above his head.
The morning after, at
breakfast, she broached the subject.
“Say, Duo,” the girl said,
her fingers playing with some stray grapes. “Have you noticed the way Heero looks at you?”
Duo was surprised by her
question. Noticed? Noticed what? His ice-cold look defrosting every time he
appeared in his field of vision? What was she talking about? The constant
inhuman expression on his face softening to tenderness, even if he only heard
him coughing? Really now?
He had always loved Heero.
The only reason why he lived together with Hilde was because he had thought
Heero wasn’t like that, like him. Besides, boys were a closed chapter to him.
Friendship and flirting were as far as it went. That didn’t hurt anyone. That
didn’t hurt himself. Anyone, except for Heero. Heero... Heero was something
special. Just like Hilde, Heero had been a thunder strike in his heart. Heero
was so much more beautiful than Hilde. The experiences from his youth stopped
him though. The only way to be close to Heero was to scandalously flirt with
him, to use his lawlessness as an excuse. Had he known Heero loved him too, he
would never have done it.
He jumped when he he Hei Heidi’s voice. “Duo?” she said, throwing a grape at him.
“What?” he said startled.
“Oh yeah… right. Heidi, what you’re telling me now. It makes me a little
confused. Have you seen all that in just one week?”
“Yes. Do you seriously think
he… he loves you?” she said, hesitating.
“Well, I have never really
given that much thought before actually. But if it’s true what you say, then it
just might be possible.”
“Hmm… interesting,” she saidnderndering, squinting mischievously at him. “Very interesting.”
The look in her glittering, dark-blue
orbs reflected what was brewing in that cute little, so very deceivingly
innocent looking head of hers, and when a glimpse of her devilish fantasy
flashed through his head again, he couldn’t help but starting to blush
fiercely. “Why do you want to know?”
“Never mind,” she said
quickly, stuffing some food into his mouth to stop him from asking any further
annoying questions. “Speaking of which, I thought Heero was together with
Relena. I mean, I could be wrong, but the way that girl frolics around him…”
“Yeah, I doubt if those two
are still getting along with each other. She’s used to his hardness because he
was trained like that, she knows she shouldn’t take it personally when he yet
again snarls at her, but lately it’s more than usual.”
“Trained? How do you mean,
trained?” Heidi asked.
“Didn’t I tell you that yet?
You know, Heero was a Gundam pilot, just like me. Now, Doctor J, the one who
raised him, has been pretty thorough in his work to educate him to a Perfect
Soldier. Really Heidi, all his life, Heero has been trained so badly.”
“Oh,” said Heidi, like
something just became clear to her. That explained the little thundercloud.
“So that’s why he’s always
so quiet, and then if he says anything it’s mostly to snap at people. Also no
one blames him for walking around with a gun all the time. Did you know that
sometimes he even points his gun to Relena to shut her up? But everyone knows
he doesn’t really mean it, so they laugh it away.”
The nonchalance he had said
those last two sentences with made it very doubtful if he really meant that.
They laughed it away? Well, Heidi laughed that away as well. That wasn’t
possible, was it? How twisted do you have to be to point a gun at someone?
“So then it’s obvious. He’s
gonna dump Relena because he wants you,” she stated.
Duo stared in front of him,
lost in thoughts and playing with the end of his chestnut braid. Heidi smirked
and waved her hand in front of his absent-minded eyes. “Hey, I was only
joking,” she reassured him.
“No, that’s not it,” he said,
shaking his head slightly. “You might have a point there. Besides, there’s
something else that bothers me.”
“What honey?”
“It only occurred to me now.
All those times I have flirted with him… It must’ve killed him, I mean, if it’s
really true that he loves me. God, that poor guy. Can you even imagine how it
must’ve been for him. I even simulated that I was fucking him in Relena’s
office.”
“You did what?!” Heidi
exclaimed. No nonchalance this time, that she did believe.
“Oh yeah, that was only to
nag Relena, and as a matter of fact, I think he didn’t really mind making her
furious like that. As I said, we simulated. But still, I feel so terribly sorry
for him. Maybe I’m evil, but not that evil. I just didn’t have the slightest
idea back then.” Duo looked up at her with a confused expression on his face,
not knowing what to think about this whole situation. He was willing to take
away that pain, to help his friend, but on the other hand, he felt himself far
from ready for this. Could he do this while Heero was still with Relena?
Heidi stood up from her
chair and stood behind him to pull his braid from between his slender fingers.
“Maybe you should have a good talk with him,” she said softly. “Stop worrying.
Life’s too short for that.” She started caressing his huge tress, more in a
soothing than a seductive way, although it drove the shivers through his limbs
again. He threw his head back to see her sweet face, albeit upside down, trying
his best to hide the yearning in his eyes. As long as she stayed away from his
abdomen and everything below it, he could manage.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“For what?”
“For consoling me. I really
needed that.”
“That goes without saying,
love,” she smiled. Her hands let go of his braid and slid across his chest.
“I’m here to give you what you need.” She bent her head over to kiss his lips,
and as she did so, her fingers strolled along his belly to the waistband of his
pants, which was fatal for his hormones again. A private joke tickled in her
stomach as she heard him give a slight moan into her mouth and he whimpered
softly when she drew her lips away.
A special girl she was, he
had to admit. She loved him, that was obvious. At the same time she also did
her best to convince him he loved Heero, as far he still needed to be
convinced. Was she aiming at a threesome? Astounding. Even he could be
surpassed in his fantasies.
To be continued…
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