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Reputations	By : Naomi Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3072 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Reputations
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-part 5
- 6-part 6
- 7-part 7
- 8-part 8
- 9-part 9
- 10-Epilogue
- 6
- 7
- 8
Reputations

REPUTATIONS

PART SEVEN

*
EIGHT YEARS AGO *

�Take that you fucking
jerk!�

A few rocks were thrown
in the air, making their way past a dark alley. They crashed on a dirty metal
trash-container, and were soon followed by a few more rocks.

�Yeah, ya dirty punks!
Get the hell outta here! This is our turf!�

�Fuck off!�

�Lets chase them!�

�No one passes through our
turf!�

Solo just kept looking
down at him, face calm. He shook his head slightly, indicating that it was a
bad idea.

Duo jerked away from his
grasp, face angry. He turned to send another look at the awaiting gang, his
violet eyes swirling with barely suppressed anger. At last, he sighed and bowed
his head, shoulders slumped.

Solo smiled. �Good boy.�

*
*   *

They made their way
quietly through the streets, heading back to the orphanage. It was late
afternoon, and they were just on their way back from school, when that gang
decided to pick a fight with them. Their own small gang, once a famous and
proud group, was now gone. Only a few of them remained in touch, but it was
hard, since they were all sent to different orphanages around the country.

Solo, he and two other
boys were at thee ore orphanage, but the rest were gone. That meant that other
gangs now took over the streets, and their enemies finally had the chance to go
after them. It was dangerous to even walk down the street, in the fear of
getting into a serious fight. Things like that day�s incident happened often,
gangs trying to provoke them into fighting, but if Solo was around, he would
never let them get into a fight. Duo didn�t really understand why. Solo used to
have a lot of pride and was respected by many. Now, now he always avoided
fighting and thus appeared weak.

�You could have kicked
their asses...� Duo muttered as they walked home.

�And get into trouble?�

�Who cares! They had it
coming! Besides, if you�re so fucking scared, I could have shown them they
shouldn�t mess with us!�

The blond boy snorted.
�Humph! What can an eight-year-old possibly do to a bunch of crazy, fucked-up,
gang members?�

�Close the doors.� The
red headed boy spat, not even bothering to look back at the other gang members
standing at his side.

Heero looked in fright
at the door, now being closed by one bully. He whirled his head back to look at
Jack, fear and distress reflecting in his eyes.

�Ja--Jack...� He
stammered, voice shaking.

�Shut up!� The taller
boy roared and delivered a quick kick to Heero�s midsection.

The Japanese boy cringed
and hugged his abdomen, groaning in pain.

Suddenly, he was yanked
up from the floor, Jack�s hands grabbing him by the top of his shirt. He looked
up in pure terror as the boy lifted him up in the air and then suddenly slammed
him against the wall, using his own body to pin his slender form against it.

Heero swallowed hard,
feeling the cold tile wall at his back, and the cold and solid ball of fear
swirl inside his stomach. He shifted his gaze to the door, desperately begging
it to open, for Duo to come and help him.

�Look at me you fuck!�
Jack roared again, pulling him forward a bit and then slamming him against the
wall again.

Heero winced in pain,
but did as he was ordered to. Jack was still holding him by his shirt, right
above his shoulders. He tried his best not to tremble as the boy pressed his
body against him, pinning him tightly to the wall, his face mere millimeters
from his. He swallowed as he was forced to look up into those cruel black eyes.

�Who the FUCK do you
think you are, fagot?!� Jack�s voice was harsh and quiet, but yet very VERY
deadly. He slammed Heero�s body into the wall again, smirking as he saw the boy
close his eyes in pain. �LOOK AT ME WHEN I�M TALKING TO YOU!!!�

Heero flinched and
opened his eyes, his whole body trembling. He looked briefly at the door, but
before he had time to turn back to face his tormentor, Jack moved. With one
swift and precise movement, Jack�s hand went flying down to his pocket and he
pulled out a knife, quickly pressing it to Heero�s slim white neck.

�I said- Look. At. Me.�
He whispered dangerously, pressing the knife lightly against the soft and
caving skin.

Heero tried not to
swallow the lump in his throat, afraid that it will cause the knife to cut
through. He looked down at the knife, gaze fearful.

�Look at me!�

The knife came closer,
pressing hard enough to nearly draw blood.

�Jack...� One of the
kids from behind called.

�Shut up Kevin!� Jack
spat, whirling his head back to glare at the door. �Just mind your own fucking
business!� He turned back to the frightened Heero, his smirk returning as he
saw the tears that slid down the boy�s pale cheeks. �Chk, you�re pathetic, Yuy.
But I should have expected a homo like you to cry like a girl!� He slammed the
boy against the wall again.

Heero�s head went flying
back, hitting the wall and then falling back down again, into the blade. �Ah!�
He called as he felt his skin break.

�Jack!� Kevin called
again, clearly distressed by the situation.

�It�s just a little
cut.� Jack dismissed his comment, and drew the knife a little closer. He leaned
down towards Heero, looking down into wide and terrified blue eyes. �Just who
the fuck do you think you are, slut?�

Heero winced at the
utter hatred in his voice. He tried to look away from the boy, but he had no
choice but to stare up at the face hovering above him.

�What the hell are you
thinking in that little gay head of yours, huh?� He pressed his body harder
against the trembling youth, grounding him against the wall. �Maxwell is one of
ours. He doesn�t need to be distracted by a little scum-ball like you.
The dude�s got potential, he�s got a future with us. And you, faggot,� He
pressed the knife closer. �You. Are. Not. Taking. Him. Away.�

�ARGH!� Heero called out
as Jack came to stand on both his feet, preventing him from moving at all.

�I hate your kind. A
bunch of useless sluts... doing nothing but seducing innocent men into your
sick world.� He let out a manically cackle. �Well, I�m not letting you get away
with it. No member of our gang is gonna be turned into a fucking homo!
You hear that!?�

�Ye... yes...� Heero
panted, eyes searching the room frantically for a way out.

�You stay away from
Maxwell! You dirty dick-sucking whore!� He pulled Heero away from the wall
again and then quickly slammed him back into it. Heero fell down with a
whimper. Jack kicked him again and Heero kissed the floor, crashing face down
on the dirty bathroom floor.

�Now we�re gonna teach
you a lesson, boy.� Jack snarled, towering above the fallen teen. He kicked him
again, earning another choked whimper from the battered boy. �We�re gonna teach
all ya fagots not to mess with us.� He promised, an insane gleam in his eyes.
He kicked the boy again and placed his foot on his back, pressing him to to
the ground. The dim light that filtered through the tall windows reflected on
the bloody knife as Heero�s blood dripped down to the floor.

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