July 15, 2000
I can't believe it's over. This fic has haunted me since march, practically, and it's finally over. I've just written Pt 12, the Epilogue, just a short 2 page thing, which means Cruel Intentions is finally dead! Bwahahahahahaha!!!
o.0; Okay, I'm done now...
AKL
"This can't go on," Quatre insisted, whirling out of Trowa's loose embrace, eyes blazing. "She's clearly delusional..." The blonde's body had become a taut line of tension, worry creasing his high forehead.
"That's not our problem," Trowa murmured, leaning down to press a light kiss to Quatre's neck. The blonde boy shivered, but did not pull away and instead drew himself up to his full height, meeting Trowa's next advance with a heated kiss of his own. his tongue quested past the brown-haired boy's lips, sliding smoothly over his own tongue.
"But if she's convinced that she's going to marry her own step-brother, the one that's having an affair with another boy..." His voice trailed off as Trowa sighed disapprovingly, annoyed that Quatre kept interrupting their foreplay with words.
"Call him or something, if you're so worried. She's just one woman. What could she do, besides make noise? Everyone knows about Heero's sex drive. He's infamous. It won't be any surprise to anyone in town." Giving a little snort, he smiled as he felt the stress seep from Quatre's shoulders. "Where were--"
"Still. She's...irrational. Maybe I will call him."
Duo's brow furrowed. "He's in the shower...can I take a-- Oh." Covering the phone with his hand, he yelled, "HEERO! PHONE!"
Heero stepped out of the adjacent bathroom, a white towel slung hastily over his hips. The American paused to admire the view. "Who is it?"
"Quatre. Dunno how he knew you were here..." Heero smiled grimly. He had a sinking feeling that Relena had been making the rounds again. "Anyway, you shouldn't take a shower without me," he reprimanded as Heero snatched the cordless black phone from loose fingers.
"Hello?"
"Heero. It's Quatre. You need to take Duo and get the hell out of town as fast as you can. Relena's going to do something, I just know it. There's a house--"
"Why do you think Relena's going to do anything? She doesn't know about--"
"Yes, she does. I'm afraid I might have, to put it mildly, spilled the beans--"
"Quatre!"
"I'm sorry, but it just happened. Now are you going to be smart and go where Relena can't get to you until school starts again, or are you going to risk the wrath of a very powerful woman? It's not smart. You might be all right. But--"
"I know, ok? Just let me think a minute."
"Don't think too long. Whatever you do--"
"I know. We're gone yesterday."
"Good. Take care of Duo."
"What was that about?" demanded Duo, rolling over twice on the bed. His bare feet stuck up into the air, occasionally twitching and wriggling. "Heero?" He watched in amazement as the Japanese boy began to systematically go through his drawers. "What are you looking for?"
"Don't you have one?"
Duo blushed. "Oh, you want to do that--?"
"A gun, baka. Don't you have one, somewhere? Does Willie have anything that *resembles* a gun, even?" He yanked out another drawer, sending various black pairs of pants flying across the room. Duo picked one off his face unceremoniously and shrugged.
"No, why? Are we agoin' rabbit huntin'?" he asked, his voice lowering to a Southern twang. Heero stared at him for a long moment, then smiled.
"No, we agoin' Relena hunting." He made a gun out of his index finger and thumb and pointed it at the wall. "We're going to have a little chat with Miss Relena Darlian. I don't want this to get out of hand." Duo promptly swooned, careful to land in Heero's lap.
"Get off, Duo."
"I already did, but thanks for caring. Speaking of which, did you know that your pants are on backwards? Looks like we'll have to...take them off and...Rrrrrrrow, I like that!"
"Oi," Duo said as they pulled into the driveway, "I don't know if this is such a good idea. I mean, why are we even here? We should be in some nice hotel in Hawaii for an extended vacation. Screw school! I want to be with you," he sang tunelessly. Heero didn't even crack a smile.
"Let's go inside." Not even waiting for his braided lover to step out of the car, he headed for the door and let himself in. The white paint chipped where he slammed it shut. A few moments later, Duo followed, the bounce in his step gone flatter than day-old soda pop.
"This is creepy," he announced, peering around the corner. All the lights were off and the floors squeaked beneath his feet as he moved, groaning in protest. "Maybe ojousan's not here..."
"She's here," Heero said firmly, eyes scanning the room. It was all blackness and shadow, giving a vaguely humanoid look to the furniture. But something--there! With a loud yowl that resembled a cat more than a person, Relena flew out from behind the curtains, wielding a rusty hammer in one hand. Sighing, he disarmed her in one fluid motion, tossing the weapon to the American. She grabbed her wrist, whimpering pathetically.
"Bastard!" she swore, eyes glittering, but not with tears. "Quatre told me you'd been cheating on me! After all that we've been through together, you can't do this!" The Japanese boy's eyes rolled in synch with his lip curling in disgust. Where was the refined, elegant girl he had been attracted to so many years ago? Looking down at the sniveling creature bowed before him, all he wanted to do was get out of town and take Duo with him.
"Relena," Heero said gently, making sure to keep out of arm's reach, "it's over. We were never really together; you never loved me. You don't even know what love is." Silently, Duo slipped his hand into Heero's, heart bursting at the seams. It was as close to a confession of emotions as either would ever get.
"It's not about possession. You could never understand that."
With that, Heero turned and began to walk away. Perhaps he was smug over his terse, but well-delivered soliloquy. Perhaps he just never suspected her of the kind of ruthlessness it took to stab someone in the back.
"I'll *kill* you first!" she cried, moving faster and with more intent than Heero had ever seen before. The Japanese boy's back was turned towards her. He never saw her coming.
But Duo did. Grabbing the gun from Heero's holster, he fired three shots in quick succession, never hesitating, the sound shattering his ear drums. Relena, still holding a knife tightly in one fist, dropped soundlessly to the floor, eyes wide with horror.
"He's mine," Duo snarled, and kicked her once for good measure. Her body jerked, then went completely still. After a long minute, a sinking feeling began to solidify in his gut. "Don't panic. Go wash the blood off your hands," Heero ordered, stripping off his shirt and mopping up the blood on the ground with it. "We'll have to burn our clothes later. Don't step in the blood, and don't touch the hammer again."
Duo nodded, feeling a wave of hysteria cresting slowly, and smiled. Relena was out of the way. They would be together forever, now. No more of that manipulative bitch, trying to steal his Heero. He watched the Japanese boy lean down and mop up the blood with his shirt, and a feeling that was equal parts love and hate warred within.
He knew he wasn't thinking rationally. He knew that he had just ended the life of the daughter of one of the most influential politicians in the state, and that the standing police force had one of the best records in the world when it came to catching murderers.
"Oh dear," he sighed, and jogged quickly to the bathroom to rinse his hands off. There were no neighbors for miles, which was a good thing. If a concerned citizen had, upon hearing the three gunshots, called the police, they would both be screwed.
When Duo came back, the body was gone. He didn't ask where it had disappeared to; the less he knew, the better. Heero stood, naked, his clothes fisted in one hand, Duo's gold cross hanging around his neck. It looked good on him, he noted, even as he began to tug his own clothes off. They would probably burn them; burying was inefficient and it took too long for cotton to rot.
"Love," Duo purred, tossing his black pants to the red velvet cushioned Victorian loveseat. They moved together in unison, lips meeting halfway. Heero's quick fingers undid the buttons of his shirt; he really needed to stop wearing clothes with buttons, at least when he was around Heero. He had one hell of a sex drive... Morning, noon, and night, always horny and wanting a piece of Duo's ass.
"This is wrong," said Heero, pleased with the twistedness of making love over the place where Relena was buried beneath the floorboards, inside a cement safe their parents used for valuables. With a bit of luck, no one would ever find her body. Duo was bringing out kinks in his sexuality he'd never known about. For a moment, he almost wished that Relena was still alive so she could hear them when they came.
Only a moment, though. He was really glad the bitch was dead.
Bells from Oz began to toll in his head as he bent his head and captured Duo's lips in a rough, unrestrained kiss that asked nothing and took all. "Let's make it right here," he suggested, his tongue darting out to lick the American's ear. His lover shivered, face heating as Heero continued to talk, breathing lightly onto his skin.
He'd come a long way from his virgin-until-married mindset, he thought, hands yanking off Duo's boxers in one sharp jerk. "Now," he growled insistently, fingers threading through Duo's bangs, pushing them aside so he could see his eyes.
Their sex was hard and fast, grinding and loud, their ecstatic noises ringing throughout the emptiness of the mansion. Dazedly, Duo realized he could have that whenever he wanted. No more obstacles, no more fear. With Relena's death had come a terrible freedom.
"This is Heero Yui. I'd like to file a missing persons report," Heero said calmly as the secretary began to quiz him on his reasons for calling and such. "Is Detective Ritchel there?" There was a pause, and then the woman's squeaky voice snapped at him over the phone.
"She'll be right over," the obnoxious little tramp squealed, and filed away the sound of Heero's voice for later, when she would get off in the lounge. His voice was slightly gruff, very sexy, throaty without being too smooth, but not smoker's cough-grainy. Yum.
"Thanks." It sounded as if the word had been torn straight from his breast, so reluctant was the appreciation.
Detective Dana Ritchel was an old family friend they'd adopted after her parents, also politicians, had been assassinated. She sat on the loveseat they'd just fucked on and wondered why it was so warm in the room.
Her long red hair was also plaited into a braid, similar to Duo's. "And how long has she been missing?" Intense blue eyes met two sets of blues every bit as serious.
"A few days."
"No need to ask whether she's got enemies; all the Yuis and Darlians do." She sighed. "We'll investigate further, but there's really nothing to be done until we get a lead. We need to be prepared for the fact that we might not ever see Relena Darlian again. It's really a terrible tragedy; first your parents and then your sister." She smirked. "By the way, Heero, it's starting to smell in here. Get some limestone; that'll cover the stench of the corpse."
Then she left, her long braid swinging behind her, her walk more akin to a panther's prowl.
It took a moment for it all to set in.
"Shit!" Duo cried, hands flying to his mouth, whether in horror of the murder or the cuss word, he wasn't really sure. "It's really over..." He flew into Heero's arms, resting a mane of golden brown hair on his lover's neck.
"She's dead," Heero said finally, seeming a bit surprised. "Relena's...gone. And we got away with it." They looked at each other slowly, tired smiles spreading over their faces. Cruel intentions indeed.
End Part Eleven
Ariana
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