Reputations
part 8
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PART EIGHT
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* *
“Jack, I think we’ve
done enough already.” Kevin whispered in horror, looking down he bhe boy lying
on the floor. The poor boy was trembling in fear, his eyes shut and his lips
trembling as well. Tears ran down his pale cheeks and down to the floor. His
T-shirt was soaked with water, since he was lying in a muddy puddle. Jack’s
foot on his back, preventing him from moving. His arms were lying limply above
his head, fists clenched but yet shaking.
“We made our point.” The
teen continued, looking up at his crazy leader.
“The point is made when
I say it’s made!” Jack roared, glaring at his gang member. “And I say it
isn’t.”
Heero looked up from the
floor at the boys towering above him. He blinked away the tears, his gaze
shifting from Jack to Kevin and then back again. He forced himself to take deep
breaths and calm down. But he was still trembling like a frightened child.
“... get into trouble!”
The argument between the
two continued, and Heero took the opportunity to turn his aching head to the
other side. He was now facing the door, still closed and guarded. But the
guards were too busy watching the argument between the two boys.
“... Knifes... isn’t
funny... remember last time when...”
“Shut up! I’m the one
who decided what’s...”
Heero blinked again, and
took another deep breath, struggling to stay conscious. His head was pounding,
and he could feel blood seeping out of a wound in the back of his head, making his
hair all sticky. He forced his vision back into focus, and looked up at the
door again.
One chance. He has one
chance.
All he has to do is get
up and run out that door and get to Duo. Duo will protect him. All he needed
was to get to him.
“Listen, asshole! If you
ain’t gonna...” Jack continued to rage on, stomping his foot on the floor, the
same foot that had pinned Heero down.
Once he realized the
obstacle was gone, Heero decided to act. Gathering all the strength he could
muster, Heero took a deep breath and slowly raised himself up, using two arms
to support his body.
“If you don’t like
what’s going on around here, just leave! We don’t need wimps in our gang!”
“Maybe I should leave!
I’m getting sick of being pushed around!”
“Watch it pal!”
“Maybe Max has the right
idea! Maybe I should join him!”
“And become a fag too?!”
“You know what I mean!”
“What the--?” Someone
called as Heero jumped up to his feet and launched towards the door, moving
like a deer on the run.
Heero ignored everything
and just concentrated on one, single, thought: run. Escape. Get to Duo. Must
get to Duo.
He pushed past the door,
using the forcehis his run to open it and then proceeded running down the
hallway.
“He’s getting away!”
“Jack!”
“Shit! Go after him you
fuckers!”
Heero closed his eyes
tight and forced his body to move faster. He ached everywhere, but he had to
move on. Had to get to Duo.
“He's over there!”
“Faster assholes! Don’t
let him get away!”
Heero yelped in fear and
nearly fell as he ran down a sharp curve. Duo’s locker should be right ahead.
“Duo!” He called, panicked, looking over his shoulder. He could see The Gang
was catching up with him, Jack’s knife glistering in the light.
“Duo!!!!”
He turned back to face
the front, and his eyes widened.
Duo wasn’t there.
you be here?”
can’t find the key, yes. If I’ll find it, meet me in the parking lot, okay?”//
Shit! The parking lot!
Heero cursed over and over, but continued running. The parking lot was at least
a few hundred meters away. He didn’t think he could make it. His body was still
weak fromk ofk of nutriment and abuse. His muscles ached, his head was pounding
and he could see black spots dance across his vision.
But he had to move on.
Had to get to Duo.
“AFTER HIM! GET HIM!!!”
*
* *
“Miss Reed,” Flora, the
secretary, called in wonder. She was standing by the window, in Reed’s office,
looking down at the schoolyard.
“What is it, Flora?”
Reed sighed, annoyed.
“Isn’t that Heero down
there?” She asked, pointing out the window.
“Heero? Let me see...”
Reed got up form her desk and went over to the window. Her eyes winded as she
spotted a slim figure bursting out of the building’s doors and running across
the large yard, towards the gate. “By God, it is him. I thought he was out
of--“ She stopped as she spotted a few more figures, running just a few meters
behind Heero. She didn’t miss one red headed teen, shouting and pointing at the
Japanese student.
al'>She growled. “Why I had
had ENOUGH of their games! Those kids are nothing but trouble!” She muttered,
walking back to her desk and picking up the phone.
“Miss Reed, surely you
don’t think that Heero is one of--“
“I tell you EXCATLY what
I think, Flora.” Reed said as she dialed. “I think it’s about time I get all of
these trouble makers out of my school!”
Flora paled and turned
back to look out the window. Her worried eyes followed Heero as he ran towards
the gate, sometimes stumbling down and falling, then hurrying to get up and
keep running.
Jack and the Gang were
closing in on him.
She turned back to look
at her boss and sighed.
“Yes, Hello. Is this * Out in the parking lot, “Duo!” A girl’s voice “Oh, hi Nelly. What’s Ne a t a tall and
ck-hck-haired girl, smiled back at him. She was walking with three of her
Morison University?”
* *
Duo leaned against a car and sighed. He looked down at his wristwatch and then
up at the building not so far away. What was taking Heero so long? Maybe he
should go and look for him?
suddenly called, and Duo looked up, startled.
up?” He asked politely, forcing on a smile.
friends, and was now approaching Duo, smiling sweetly. “Oh, I’m fine! What
about you? What are you doing here? Jack said you got expelled.”
At the mentioning of
Jack’s name, Duo’s eyes flared with anger. He forced a calm expression on as
the girl came to stand by him, invading his personal space.
“Yeah, I am.”
“We were worried about
you...” The girl let out with a puppy-eye look, tracing her hand up and down
Duo’s shoulder. She blushed and smiled sweetly. “Well, I was worried about
you.”
Duo smiled politely, and
pried her hand off of him. “That’s sweet, Nell. But, um, I gotta be going
somewhere...” He looked up at the school again and frowned.
“Oh! C’mon! I didn’t see
you since Jeremy’s party!” She wailed, running a hand through her long and
shiny hair. She battered her eyelashes and smiled at him. “Didn’t you miss me?”
Duo rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, sorry about that. How’ve you been doing?”
*
* *
Twenty minutes out of
town, in a dark and crowded office, a phone rang. A wrinkled and callous hand reached
up to pick it up, and an annoyed sigh was heard.
“Yes?!”
Impatient fingers
drummed on a messy desk as the figure listened to what was being said.
“Yes. Speaking.”
The hand that was
holding the handset clutched around it in a tight fist.
“He did what?!”
Behind a thick pair of
glassed, sharp and stern eyes flashed with anger. The speaker’s mouth formed
into a thin line and his hold on the handset tightened.
“I’ll be right
there.”
The phone was slammed
shut.
*
* *
“Duo!!!!” Heero screamed
with all his might as he ran. He glanced over his shoulder and his deep-blue
eyes widened in fear.
The Gang was getting
closer. Jack was still holding the knife and it glistered in the sun as he ran.
Heero gulped and looked
back, closing his eyes tight as he forced his body to move forward. He tripped
over a small bump on the ground and fell, face down. He caught himself just
before he hit the ground, sending two arms forward to stop his fall. He
immediately pushed himself up and continued running.
“Faster! We almost have
him!”
“DUUUUUUOOOOOO!!!!!!”
*
* *
“... and then Sarah came
and told me about you taking the blame for Heero, I thought that was really
sweet. I mean, Jack would never have the guts to do it. I swear, he’s such a
wimp! But I guess kids love him because he’s so damn cool. I heard he was in a
Juvenile Penitentiary once. They said he actually STABED a teacher! Would you
believe that?!”
Duo rolled his eyes
again and looked anxiously at his wristwatch. Nelly kept chatting on and on in
his head and he was getting quite sick of that. Why wouldn’t the girls leave
him alone? Why did they talk so damn much!? And where was Heero?
Duo sighed and looked
back up at the girl.
“... so I told her not
to worry, because I’m sure that he will answer right after I...”
*
* *
“Miss Reed?” Flora
called worriedly, turning back to face her employer.
“What now, Flora? I’m
busy.” The woman replied in annoyance. She was looking through her computer,
searching the lists of student phone numbers.
“I... I think you should
come and see this.” She stammered.
“What is it?!” She
snarled and walked back to the window. Her eyes narrowed in anger as she saw
the large crowd of students, now gathered outside in the yard. They were all
watching the chase that went on in the schoolyard. The teachers were nowhere in
sight.
“God damn it! Lunchtime
is in two hours! What the HELL are they doing outside?!” She raged, already
stomping out the door.
*
* *
Some miles out of town,
in a packed parking lot, a car’s door was opened. A man climbed into the car,
and started the engine. The black Lincoln began to drive away.
*
* *
“BACK TO CLASS –
EVERYONE!” Reed shouted the minute she was out the door and in the large yard.
“I don’t want to see ONE student out here before twelve o' clock!”
“You’re not, you’re
seeing sixty!” Some punk answered and everybody laughed.
Reed growled. “What the
hell is going on here!?” She demanded, pushing through the crowd, shoving
students aside as she did. Flora walked right behind her, looking around
nervously.
“ARGH!!!!!” A painful
shout echoed from within the center of the crowd just as Reed got to the front
line. Her eyes widened as she saw one student, Kevin, leap up in the air and
tackle Heero to the ground. The Japanese boy fell down with a cry of pain,
Kevin on top of him, pinning him down to the ground.
“KEVIN OSCAR JUNIOR!”
Reed screamed in anger. “YOU GET YOUR ASS OFF OF HIM NOW!!!”
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
The crowd of students cheered.
“KEVIN! I’M WARNING
YOU!”
“Shut up ya old hag!”
Jack suddenly shouted and took a step forward, towards the fallen boy.
Kevin hurried to jump
off of Heero, and made room for his leader.
Heero coughed out dirt,
and groaned in pain. He slowly turned around, now lying on his back. His glazed
blue eyes looked up at Jack, shimmering with tears.
Jack just smirked as he
approached the helpless teen, drawing the knife out of his pocket.
Reed’s eyes widened.
Flora screamed.
*
* *
“What was that?!” Duo
suddenly called, stopping Nelly in mid-sentence. He looked over his shoulder,
back at the school.
The girl blinked,
confused. “What was what?”
Duo didn’t bother to
answer, his eyes narrowing as he examined the school, hidden behind a few
bushes and cars. He saw a few heads looking out the windows of the classes and
down at the yard. He followed their gazes and gasped.
A large crowd was
standing in the middle of the yard, cheering:
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
Duo wasted no more time
and began running.
“HEEEEERRRRRROOOOOO!!!!!!”
*
* *
Students gasped in shock
as they felt an incredible force push them aside, and some fell down to the
ground, startled.
“GET OUTTA MY WAY! OUTTA
MY WAY!!!!!” Duo roared as he made his way through the crowd, shoving people
aside as he ran towards his love. But Duo saw none of that. His vision was red
with anger; adrenaline rushed through his veins, his breath quick and uneven
with fury.
“GET AWAY FORM HIM!!
JAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!” He screamed, launching forward at the red headed boy,
tackling him to the ground. He began punching him rapidly, ignoring all the
shocked gasps from all around.
“You! Son! Of! A!
Bitch!” He screamed with each punch, putting all his anger into his fists.
“I’ll kill you!!!!”
“I don’t think so, Max!”
Jack snarled and used his legs to push the raging Duo off of him. He kicked him
in the gut and then jumped up to his feet.
Duo staggered back a
little, the air knocked out of him.
“You’re just as worse!”
Jack suddenly called and launched in another attack.
“ARGH!” Duo choked out as
Jack kicked him again.
“Duo...” A weak voice
rasped from somewhere down.
Duo looked down from
behind messy bangs, his face still contracted in pain. He saw Heero, still
lying on the ground, his cloths covered with dust and dirt, blood running down
his slender arms, neck and head. That only managed to increase his anger and he
snapped his head up, glaring at Jack.
“Heero, get back.” Was
all he said before launching in another attack.
Heero coughed and
groaned in pain. He forced his body to move, and pushed himself up, using both
his arms as leverage. His eyes were still tearful and glazed with pain as he
looked up at Duo. His cracked and bloody lips lifted up in a small smile. Duo
had come to protect him.
“ARGH!”
“AEK!”
“Take that you asshole!”
“SHUT UP AND FIGHT!”
“ARGHHH!”
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
The fight between the
two boys was getting more and more serious. The crowd cheered on, and the
principal stared, helpless as both boys punched, kicked, pushed and hit each
other over and over.
Heero watched worriedly
Duo Duo was knocked down to the ground, calling out in pain. Still on the dusty
soil, Heero dragged himself backwards, away form the fight. He stopped at the
foot of the cheering crowd, his eyes not leaving the sight of his love.
“Jump him!”
“Punch him where it
hurts!”
“To the left! Jack! To
the left!”
The boys cheered and the
some girl screamed:
“ARGHH!! DUO!!! He’s got
a knife!”
“Duo!!! Duo!!!”
“Duo...” Heero whispered
hoarsely, wanting to support his rescuer as well.
“URGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!”
Jack hollered as he leaped forward, knife in hand, ready to jump on the fallen
Duo.
Heero closed his eyes,
unable to look.
Some girls screamed
again.
But Duo avoided the blow
by rolling to his side. Jack crashed by his side, face down. Duo jumped up at
him, reaching for the knife.
Heero opened his eyes
just in time to see Jack pull the knife away from Duo’s grasp. They rolled on
the ground, fighting over the knife, kicking and calling out in anger like wild
animals. At the end, Jack had Duo pinned down on the ground, using his whole
body to keep him still. Duo was holding Jack’s hands, which were right over his
head, trying to push them away of him.
The knife was still in
Jack’s hand.
“HEERO! RUN!!!” Duo
screamed, tilting his head back, looking at Heero. “RUN!!! RUN NOW!!!!” He
begged, groaning in the effort of keeping Jack’s hands away from his neck.
“YOU RUN AND I’LL CATCH
YOU ANYWAY – FAGOT!” Jack yelled, looking up at Heero with crazed eyes.
“RUUUUUUNNNN!!!!!”
Heero didn’t know what
to do. He looked down at Duo, then up at Jack and then down again. He didn’t
want to leave Duo. He didn’t want Jack to get him either. Panicked and lost,
Heero began to cry.
“HEERO! RUN! IT’LL BE
OKAY – JUST RUN!!!!”
“Duo...” Heero cried,
tears running down his pale and dirty cheeks. “Duo... I... I...” Slowly and
unsteadily, he got up, his feet trembling. “I’M SORRY!” He burst, eyes shut
tight. “I’M SORRY!!!!”
With that, he turned
away and ran, pushing the students aside. He ran as fast as he could, heading
for the gate. He could still hear the crowd cheering and the sounds of
struggle, but he just closed his eyes and kept running. Panic was the only
thing that was controlling him now.
*
* *
“FUCK!” Jack cursed as
he saw Heero run off. He glared down at Duo, still pinned down beneath him, and
then slammed his head into the ground. “I’ll take care of you later!” He spat
and jumped off the hazed teen, running towards the gate. The crowd hurried to
get out of his way.
Duo coughed out blood,
and groaned in pain. He hurt all over, his breathing hard and his vision
blurry. But he couldn’t rest yet. He had to fight unconsciousness.
“Hee... Heero...” He
called weakly, struggling to get up.
He felt two hands help
him up, but he was too dazed to acknowledge whom it was.
“Heero... where..?” He
whispered, his voice strained.
“He’s running down the
street now. Everybody went to watch.” A girl’s voice answered him.
“Jack!” Duo called in
fear, head jerking up.
“Duo, you’re in no
condition to...” The girl pleaded, wiping some blood off the teen’s forehead.
“Outta my way!” He
screamed and pushed the girl aside. Limping and bleeding, he made his way
towards the gate.
Reed stayed behind,
frozen with shock, her hand still covered with the blood she had wiped away.
*
* *
Heero ran down the
street, sobbing and panting at the same time. His eyes were wild like an
animal, acting on her most basic instinct- survival. He had to run, to escape
the danger. He didn’t know where he was running, to whom, and what he would
accomplish by running, but he knew that he had to. He had to run.
Voices came from behind
him, but they made little sense. There were people shouting, some angrily, some
worriedly, some more like cheering. He knew that there were a lot of people
after him, but there was only one he feared.
The red headed devil.
He was after him, and he
could sense the knife’s blade even though he couldn’t see it.
He ran faster.
*
* *
On an empty highway, a
black car cut the air like a sharp knife, heading towards the town’s main
entrance.
*
* *
Once past the school
gate, Duo could see the large crowd of students running down the street. Since
it was a downhill road, he could see Jack at the bottom of the steep hill, his
knife glistering in the sun. He was closing in on Heero.
Duo began to run down
the hill, uncaring that his whole body ached, and his right foot was causing
him great pain while he forced it not to limp.
He had to get to Heero.
He just hoped that the boy would be able to make it until he got there.
*
* *
Heero cried out as he
stumbled into a crack in the road, falling down. He waved his hands up in the
air, trying to stop his decent, but with little luck. His leg got twisted and
he screamed again, hitting the hot asphalt head on.
Crying and panting, he
forced himself up and limped forward, not having the strength to run anymore.
He felt like he was about to pass out. His vision was blurry with tears and it
was hard to breath and it hurt to move. Blood was making his bangs stick to his
face, and his clothes were sticky as well, clinging to his body with blood and
sweat.
But he couldn’t give up.
He had to get away. Get to safety...
The sound of his own
blood rushing through his body, the dozens running feet, the shouts, the curses
and the threats, were overwhelming. He felt like he was suffocating. And then
there was another sound, like a distant humming. Coming closer. Closer...
Heero gasped and came
into a quick halt.
Tires screeched and a
black Lincoln suddenly appeared, driving up the hill. It spun around itself, as
it came into a quick stop, merely two meters away from Heero.
Silence fell and nothing
but Heero’s panting could be heard. He stood there, body numb and feet rooted
to the spot. Blood still spilled from numerous scratches and wounds, sliding
down his pale arms. Tears continued running down his cheeks as he looked with
dull and glazed eyes at the car in front of him.
The car’s door opened
and a set of expensive black shoes appeared from behind the door, as the
driver’s stepped out. The door slammed behind him and the man took a step
forward, fixing his glasses as he glared down at the trembling figure in front
of him.
Heero swallowed and
bowed his head. “J--Jay...”
Just then, Jack, the
Gang and the rest of the students arrived. They came into a halt, gaping at the
sight in front of them. Jack, who was standing in front of everybody, hurried
to hide the knife behind his back.
Jay examined the crowd
with sharp and angry eyes, scanning each and every face. He stopped, focusing
on one red headed boy, whose cloths were torn and dirty, face bruised and
covered with dried blood. He was panting, and looking at Heero with angry black
eyes. He shifted his gaze back to the Japanese boy, and his eyes narrowed in
anger.
“What is the meaning of
this?” He spat, voice quiet but still loud enough to be heard by the crowd.
Heero bowed his head
even lower, closing his eyes sadly. He was rubbing his left wrist, brushing
against the welts.
“Why is that I received
a call to work today, interrupting a VERY important experiment, just so I can
come here and find out how much TROUBLE YOU’VE CAUSED!?!?!?”
Heero whimpered and
squeezed his eyes shut. His fist closed around his abused wrist as he continued
rubbing it up and down.
“HOW MUCH MORE TROUBLE
ARE YOU GOING TO GIVE ME, BOY?! Is it not enough that I have to put up with you
at home, but I have to leave work for you too?!”
“J—Jay... I--I’m...”
Heero stammered, choking on his own tears. He looked up at the man, his tearful
blue eyes pleading. “P--please... help...”
“Help? HELP!? All I’ve
been doing for the last eight year is HELP! Medical bills, school bills,
food, electricity... toys, books... clothes... You’re more trouble than you’re
worth, boy! I wasted so many precious hours taking CARE of you! So much
money! And this is what you give me in return?! Bad grades, bad attitude and
making trouble at school?! School is for studying, or have you forgotten that?!
Without a proper education, and knowledge, you’re nothing! You were nothing to
begin with, but I had hoped that maybe with some tutoring, you’d make something
out of yourself! AND THIS IS WHAT I GET?!?!”
By now, Heero was crying
so hard, he was hyperventilating. He was shaking his bowed head from side to
side, his eyes closed and the tears falling down to the hot asphalt road. He
was still rubbing his left wrist, his fist closed around it, his knuckles
turning white for he was holding it so tightly, nearly drawing blood from the
tender skin.
“... Summer schools and
private teachers... but you’re not nearly half as smart as you’re FATHER was!
You’re useless! A failure! Nothing but a WASTE of resources for this planet!”
Heero fell down to his
kneel with a whimper, sobbing and crying brokenly. He was now hugging himself, rubbing
his upper arms, rocking back and forth as Jay continued shouting down at him.
The crowd of students
stood frozen with shock, gawking at the sight.
Duo came running and
panting, pushing his way towards Heero. He pushed a few students aside, nearly
leaning all of his weight on them while he did, for his body was demanding
rest. He put his hand on someone's shoulder, preparing to push him aside as
well, but then he suddenly stopped. Now he could see Heero, on his knees,
crying and shaking while Jay yelled at him. His hand was still resting on the
guy's shoulder, as he kept staring at the sight, face pale.
“... I’m sick of this!
I’m sick of you! I don’t know how I endured you for the last few years,
but this is where I draw the line!”
“URGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
Heero suddenly screamed and all fell silent, gaping at the boy in bewilderment.
“Stop it!
Stopitstopitstopitstopitstopit!!!!!!” He cried, wild and turbulent eyes glaring
up at the doctor. “I didn’t forget! I didn’t forget! I didn’t forget that
night... at the party... you were fighting! You yelled at my dad! You yelled at
him!!!!”
All eyes were now on
Heero, wide and full of shock. The boy was making little sense, but the doctor
was standing there, his face pale and dreadful.
“It was the money!”
Heero continued shouting, slowly getting up. “It was always the money!!!
Fighting and shouting so much! Why do you always shout?!” He began walking
towards Jay, anger and accusation in his stormy blue eyes. “Why did you say it
was my fault!? It wasn’t! It wasn’t my fault!!! You always say that it is, but
it isn’t! The accident wasn’t my fault...”
He suddenly fell down to
his knees, right in front of the stunned doctor. He looked up at him with his
tearful cobalt blue eyes, lips trembling. “It wasn’t my fault...” He whispered,
voice hoarse from shouting. “It’s yours.”
SMACK!
Shocked gasps went
through the crowd at the resounding slap.
Heero’s head went flying
to the side and he let out a weak whimper.
Jay withdrew his hand,
glaring down at the boy. “You watch your mouth, brat.”
Slowly, Heero turned
back to look at him, hatred in his eyes. “You killed my parents.”
SMACK!
“I said – WATCH YOUR
MOUTH – BOY!”
“HEEEEEEERRRRROOOOO!!!!!!”
A shout was heard and Duo burst from within the crowd, running towards the two.
His violet eyes were full with hate and anger. “DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM
AGAIN!!!!!!” He roared, running past Jack. He yanked the knife out of the boy's
grasp.
“YOU USELESS BRAT! YOU
NO NO IDEA WHAT YOU’RE SAYING!”
Another loud smack.
“DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH
HIM YOU MOSTER!!!!”
Heero glared up at the
man towering above him. “I DO know what I’m saying! You had another
fight, with my dad! It was about the money again! I heard you! You were in the
kitchen, and...”
SMACK!
“HEEEROOO!!!”
“... you were so anry at
my dad! After you fought you went outside and...”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I went after you! You
told me to go back inside!”
“SHUT UP!”
SMACK!
“LEAVE! HIM! ALONE!”
“I SAW YOU!!!! I SAW YOU
UNDER THE CAR!! I SAW WHAT YOU DID!!!!”
“YOU SAW NOTHING!”
“ARGHHHHHHH!!!!!”
“DUO!” Some voices
called as the teen launched forward, raising the knife in the air.
But Duo heard none of
that. All he could think of was his rage; his frustration and the overwhelming
need for revenge. To get even with all those who had hurt Heero.
I tell you to go to your room!? I told you to go to your room!”
only trying to...”
don’t need you cleaning it up now! You made enough mess already! Go! To! Your!
Room!”
but I did my chores... can’t I... please... just a little...”//
Images flashed in his
mind, so fast, he could barely catch a glimpse of them. Memories of Heero
getting hurt, being mocked, being pushed around and beaten. The sight of him
crying, tearful blue eyes shimmering in the dark confinement of his room.
The game’s over, Yuy, you can stop falling now!”//
Images of Jack, of The
Gang, torturing Heero. Making fun of him, humiliating him.
never thought a troublemaker like you would develop a conscience. It’s odd... In
all my time here I had never seen someone so overwhelmed with guilt. Not to
mention worry over someone like Heero...”//
Reed and her God damned
rules! Her cold and indifferent attitude! She saw them as numbers, not people.
They were all the same to her: nothing but flat and unfeeling stereotypes!
“Local bank manager and his wife killed in a tragic car accident, leaving
behind an only child; Police officials suspect foul play.”//
This whole fucking town,
a town that didn’t care... a town who had turned her back to Heero and his
suffering, all for the price of glory.
“Duo! Open this door at once! I’m not done talking to you!”//
Joanna. Joanna and her
fucking demands. Her fucking lectures about everything he did. Her care, not
for him, but for her daughter. Nothing else. He was not wanted.
No one wanted a
troublemaker. That’s all he ever was. To her, to Reed, Jack, everybody. Just a
street kid. An unwanted nuisance.
Well, no more.
“Duo- NO!”
He raised the knife high
above his head, ready to strike.
“AHHHHHHRGHHHHHH!!!!!!!”
Time seemed to suddenly
slow down, and everything was in slow motion. Heero watched, wide eyed, as Duo
ran towards Jay, shouting out in anger. Suddenly, he tripped, his foot getting
caught in the crack on the road.
Duo’s eyes widened as he
fell, dropping the knife.
The force of the impact
caused the knife to fly high up in the air, turning round and round.
It landed right at Jay’s
feet.
And Duo hit the ground,
his face kissing the burning asphalt.
Silence fell.
Heero, still sitted on the
floor, stared in horror at Duo’s fallen figure and then he heard some
clattering by his side. He gasped in whirled around, meeting two angry eyes
behind a heavy set of sunglasses.
Jay smirked, a mad gleam
in his eyes. He turned the object he was holding and the sun reflected on the
knife, blinding Heero.
“I had enough of you!”
The man whispered furiously and raised the knife.
Heero closed his eyes.
The knife swu swung up
in the air.
Gomen ne, Duo. Gomen...
“NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”
Heero felt something hit
him, a great weight that caused him to fall back down on the ground, hitting
the back of his head on the hot asphalt.
And then there was this
sound, something ripped and cracked. Like the ripping of flesh.
Some girls screamed in
terror.
He heard someone gulp
and whimper weakly, but he felt no pain.
He dared to open his
eyes, and gasped.
Duo was lying sprawled
on top of him, shielding him with his body. His head was facing him, his
features hiding behind messy long bangs, sticky and wet with blood. He found
himself looking into glazed violet eyes, which were looking at him as well.
The two kept looking at
each other, surrounded by silence. There was this odd and forbidding feeling,
but both boys just kept staring numbly at each other. Heero’s blue eyes were
filled with shock and tears still stained his beautiful face. Duo was just
lying there, looking at him, his own amethyst eyes glazed over with darkness
and pain.
“D—Duo?” Heero
whispered, trying to push himself up a bit, but Duo was way too heavy. He
reached up a trembling hand, pushing a few bangs out of Duo’s eyes. “Duo?”
The braided boy just
kept looking at him, and then, suddenly, he smiled. It was just this little
smile, happy and cot. Bt. Blood sipped out of his mouth, and Heero’s eyes
widened in fear.
“Duo!”
The violet eyes slowly
closed, and Duo’s body went completely limp.
“No! No!
DUUUUUOOOOO!!!!!!”
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