July 2000
Category: Adventure, Action, Friendship.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing with them not seeking to make any sort of
money. ((Except for Shelby and Penny.. they're mine. :> ))
Pairings: Those established in my timeline (Companions of Fate) this is
just Duo and Quatre out and about at the moment.
NOTES: As I've said before 4th Colony in L2 is NOT A NICE PLACE!! This part in particular is very dark and rather wicked. It also brushes across Non-Consensual flashbacks. Please do not read if such upsets or squicks you. I'm not here to traumatize anyone but this part doesn't pull any punches. The good news is this is the last part where I'll be hitting you with a double whammie. Still.. please please PLEASE BE WARNED and read with Caution!!
Duo jumped neatly over a rank puddle, his long legs covering the ground with angry strides. Most people stepped out of his way. Even the roaming gangs gave ground to the God of Destruction as he wove his way home through the back alleys.
Quatre followed at a bit of a distance. There was no way he could keep up with Duo at the pace the other boy was walking and running would look undignified. The small Arabian kept a quick enough pace that he could cover Duo's back but maintained a distance.
Duo's violet eyes were pitch black in the artificial moonlight. Though the night was warm, almost muggy, he felt a cold sweat all over his body. His limbs trembled and he walked harder to keep his teeth from chattering.
// "Now.. if you gentlemen would like to sit down, we can discuss business." The voice had belonged to a surprisingly urbane looking man with steel grey hair and penetrating blue eyes.//
~~"Yes... yes this one will do fine."~~
Duo lifted his hands to cover his ears. No... no! He needed to remember the conversation that just ended, not the voice from so long ago.
// "So...you see.. the orphanage has always been neutral territory. It's needed by everyone." Duo had fought to keep his voice stable. Quatre, sensing something wrong had stepped close to Duo's shoulder. His own dark blue eyes watching the Alpha with an expression that drew the other man's attention off Duo and to the small Arabian. //
//"Times change and so do boundaries. Surely you are aware of this?"//~~"Ahhh... wonderful work. A virgin. Very well, twice what I promised you."~~
// "Think of this in another way then. You'll risk destroying a primary breeding ground for new users and dealers." Duo had hated himself for speaking the words.//
//" Really? I would think the desperation of the streets without shelter would increase those commodities." The man spoke casually as if the lives they discussed were little more then merchandise. Quatre had retreated further behind FC... inwardly the little Arabian had bled.//
~~" Yesss... yeeess... ohhh yesss."~~
Quatre cursed as ahead of him Duo broke into a run. It was all Quatre could do to keep track of the flying braid as he raced after his partner. He knew where Duo was going but he didn't trust the other boy not to bolt blind into danger.
Quatre was panting heavily as he closed the door to the orphanage behind him and leaned against it for a moment. He heard the pounding of feet and looked up the stairs. At least they'd gotten back to the building without mishap. Taking a moment to catch his breath, the small blonde lock the door behind him and walked up the stairs heading to the small room Shelby had cleared out for he and Duo to use.
Duo paced the room like a caged wild cat. His violet eyes were huge in his pale face, dark as pitch and fire burned in their depths. As Quatre entered, the American wheeled towards him startled for a moment Quatre couldn't be certain that Duo saw *him*. He remained perfectly still till Duo began to pace again.
"We need explosives and more guns, we don't have enough weapons." Duo spat the words out as he moved erratically around the room.
Quatre blinked. "Weapons... explosi... Duo?? What the hell are you talking about?"
"C4... I should be able to score plenty of C4 here and auto..."
"Duo!" Quatre snapped.
"What?!?"
"You're talking like you're... what?? Going to blow up the building?"
"I am."
Quatre's mouth opened and shut.. then opened again." Duo...that's not logical."
Duo's eyes narrowed. "Fuck logic!"
"All right, look at it another way. What are you going to do? You've said it yourself, these empires are huge, how are you going to remove it all? If you do.. then what? Another one will just move into it's place. Violence is not the answer to this."
Duo's nostrils pinched and his eyes gleamed with a feral light. "Violence is the only answer. These predators have to die."
"So more predators can take their place? You're talking about destroying the effect, not the cause." Quatre toned his voice gentle trying to get Duo to calm down. He took a step towards the still American.
"Cause?? Effect??" Duo practically howled. "This isn't some fucking business theory! These people need to die. I'm Shinigami and so help me I'm going to see them to their maker."
Quatre stopped. His face pale as he whispered. "Duo... Duo you can't pass judgment on these people. Who do you think you are?"
Duo rounded on Quatre, his eyes completely without reason. "Who do I think I am?? Who the fuck do you think *you* are! How dare you come here and tell me what this place does and does not need!! You... you with your silver spoon, houses everywhere, fancy food, servants." Duo's voice rose in pitch and volume as he closed on Quatre.
"You've never known hunger, how it eats at your stomach and makes you see things that aren't there. How it can make a stale, molded piece of green meat seem like a feast. How a puddle, filled with who knows what can quench a thirst. How fucking DARE YOU!!!"
Stars exploded behind Quatre's eyes as Duo's fist landed against his temple. He reeled back, in shock from the words and the blow, then doubled over as a second fist slammed into his stomach.
"Fuckyoufuckyou..."
Quatre curled away from the body blows that Duo rained down on him with the repeated curses. He tucked his head to protect his face and eventually lost his balance, stumbling down to the ground where Duo's boots caught his unprotected kidneys.
The instinct to survive kicked in, over coming the numbing shock and Quatre uncurled and made a desperate grab for Duo's incoming foot. He grabbed the foot at the ankle and rolled as hard as he could away, yanking Duo off his feet. Duo hit the concrete floor hard, the breath whooshing out of him. Before Quatre gave his body time to register the aches and pains it had just endured he rolled back around and grabbed Duo around the back, pinning the other boy's back to his chest and getting those lethal hands tied down to his sides.
The sound of heavy breathing filled the air. Quatre pressed his forehead between Duo's shoulderblades, wincing with every breath he pulled in through his teeth. Duo's body was tight as a cable in his arms, straining away from him.
So this explained it.
The snide remarks... the verbal attacks.. the anger.
Jealousy, undealt with. Though Quatre's body ached and throbbed, his heart felt calmer. He knew the source of Duo's anger, heightened by a return to the worst of the memories. As he lay there on the ground, Quatre fought to release his own hurt and anger.
~It wasn't *me* he was attacking... I just provided the outlet for 17 years of surpressed rage.~
Quatre repeated this to himself a couple of times as he felt Duo stop struggling in his arms. The other boy's breathing became calm for a moment, then broke into sobs. Quatre winced as he squirmed upwards a little, his arms relaxing just a hair around the sobbing American.
As he felt the arms relax, Duo squirmed around till he could bury his face in Quatre's neck, crying shamelessly, his voice broken as he repeated over and over, inconsolable.
"Oh God, I'm sorry... Oh I'm so sorry... Oh God..."
End Part 7
(( Okie... I tried to ease things up so there was no cliff-hanger feeling between Part 7 and Part 8.
::Nervous, nervous Laekin.:: ))
Laekin
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