The 1x2 counter present! ^_~ Uh...somehow it became really angsty.
~You see, in the past~
[Close up on hands, folded neatly in its lap. Pan out to a dull waiting room, filled with crying children and anxious lovers. Duo crosses and uncrosses his legs, and rifles through a Playgirl magazine.]
~I had a dream~
[One of the male models lying on a four poster bed in a graphic photo suddenly blinks and sits up. Duo isn't surprised to see that he has Heero's face. He looks around, but no one is looking at him.]
~A fantasy~
["Over, over, over," he chants, tugging the sheets up to his waist. "Why don't you admit it?"]
~I thought that we would last~
["Mr. Maxwell?"]
~Become a little family~
[Duo sits up, tossing the magazine onto the table beside him; close up on the edge of his face, inches from the doctor's. "How is he?"]
~Then one, two, three, four~
[The doctor shakes his head.]
~The years were flying by~
[White out into the next scene in black and white: in their bedroom, Heero and Duo argue. The braided man says something Heero doesn't like and he hits him, hard enough to draw blood. Acting on instinct, Duo punches his Japanese lover, tumbling him to the sheets.]
~They soared~
["Gods," whispers Heero after. "Why do we even stay together?" Duo just shrugs.]
~And it's my gut feeling~
[Fade out back to the waiting room, where Duo is listening raptly, ignoring the little voice coming from the Playgirl's pages that says, "It's over! Over!"]
~It's not happening for me, so...~
["...internal bleeding." His hawkeyes sharpen behind thick frames. "...social services..."]
~Let's end it on this~
["Can I see him?" asks Duo.]
~Give me one last kiss~
[The doctor hesitates. Duo explodes.
"Let me see my fucking husband!"
"No need to get violent," grumbles the older man.]
~Let's end it on this~
[Heero is sleeping peacefully. A high bruise mars the sharp line of his cheekbone.
"They think I'm a...a domestic abuser," he laughs, sitting beside the bed. "I abuse you, and you abuse me right back."]
~Let's end it on this~
[Pan out through the window and back into Heero and Duo's bedroom window. The picture fades to black and white. They lie on their bed, touching, kissing.]
~You see it's hard to face~
[Flash back into color, in the hospital. Duo starts to leave, then winces as Heero's moan cuts through the silence. "Duo. Where the fuck do you think you're going, man?"]
~The addict that's inside of me~
["Nowhere," sighs Duo, feeling strained as he plops back into the hard chair.]
~I want to fill my glass up~
[Pan out into a shot of Duo, wheeling Heero into their home. The silver spokes of the wheelchair glitter maliciously.]
~With you constantly~
["Mmm...come on," whispers Duo, pulling Heero upstairs. The door slams shut.]
~I've been here before~
[Fade out into a black and white shot of the two Gundam boys, wrestling on the floor. Duo's hands find their way to Heero's throat, and he begins to choke him.
"Go on," whispers Heero. "Just do it."
And Duo can't. After, they apologize and make love, the old one-two.]
~But I've never ever felt this sure~
[Duo smirks as Heero's fingers dig into his thighs. "You want to hurt me?" he asks nonchalantly, and the silence is answer enough.]
~And now I know I've been dreaming~
[Pan to a photo of them, dancing in the rain. The glass of the frame shatters violently.]
~And your actions have inspired me, so...~
["Heero." The Japanese man rests his head on his hands, lying temptingly on his side. He can feel the heat of his body rolling off him in waves.
"This isn't right..." Heero just shrugs.]
~I open up, you ignore me~
[Freezing out the music, all that is heard is their voices, screaming.]
~You're not the same at all~
["FUCK YOU!"]
~And if I could turn back~
[Duo shakes his head and grabs his jacket. "I'm leaving," he mutters. The music starts again as the front door rattles on its hinges.]
~The pages of time~
[We see a black and white shot of the war; it explodes into red light, disintegrating the image.]
~I'd rewrite your point of view~
["I don't need anyone," says Heero flatly. Duo just smiles.]
~Washed up on the shore~
[It is raining outside; he hears footsteps behind him and turns to snarl at him. He knows it will be him.
"Duo..." Heero stands under an umbrella, looking apprehensive.]
~Given one last chance~
["Come home," he urges, moving forward just a bit, edging towards meeting in the middle.]
~To try some more~
[Heero seems to wilt. "I guess I'll see you around." He turns to leave, his footsteps soft and sticky on the wet grass.]
~But I'm tired, I'm freezing~
["Wait..." His voice is thin and high, barely making it through the fog separating them. Heero looks at him cautiously, hope growing like a wild rose in his eyes.]
~Let's stop and call it history~
["Aw fuck," whispers Duo, reaching out to his lover. They kiss slowly, relearning touch and taste, relearning themselves. "Guess we've got time for one more dance."]
~owari~
Bianca
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