15 Oct 2000
Category: Angst, Guilt, Regret... ^_^ Lemon (eventually), Yaoi, other
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: mention of 1x4, mention of 3x2, 4x2, eventual mention of 1+2/1x2
Warnings: *evil grin* This is... evil... ^_^ I am torturing Heero & Trowa cause I feel like it... k?
Spoilers: None?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. This is for fun and enjoyment, no money is being made. Please don't sue me, as I am poor. Feedback: Yes please. All flames received will be used to light the fire under my ass and get me to write more fics that are against your liking, so there.
Notes: A simple note I thought about... Shinigami a play on Shi no Kami, but Gami is the feminine used in Megami... So really wouldn't it be the Godess of Death? Just a thought... there's another yaoi hint for ya! Okies, this is my first attempt that I can think of on a 1x4 so please don't shoot me... and a 3x2... and 2nd or 3rd *snickers* on a 4x2... oh, and Duo's a virgin for this fic cause I want him to be.
Trowa lay on the bed looking up at the ceiling. Duo had left... up and left him... and he didn't know why... That was wrong... he did know why... it was because he never expressed himself and his feelings to the lovely braided boy.
"Duo..." he sighed concentrating on a small water mark on the ceiling.
At the other end of the house, Heero sat on his laptop typing away furiously. He was upset... mad even... at himself, at Quatre, or at the world he didn't really know... mostly himself he decided. He hurt... it was a hurt deep inside him that no medicine could alleviate. Quatre had left... just walked out without so much as a 'goodbye'... He agonized over the feeling of emptiness that was eating away at his insides...
Why had the boy left him? Wasn't he happy? He always seemed happy... but that was Quatre for you... Happy as the day the sun first shown on the barren Earth. He searched over and over for a reason and the only one that he could come up with was that is was his stoicism and refusal to tell the boy his feelings or show any type of emotion for that matter...
"Quatre..." he murmured to the glowing green screen as he continued to pound the keys.
In another part of the house, the two aforementioned boys sat silently. Duo fidgeted, twiddling his thumbs, glaring at the digits for all he was worth. Quatre sensed the unease radiating from the braided boy... he decided it best if he talk first...
"What's wrong, Duo?" Quatre said, his voice quiet.
The violet eyed boy looked up at him, his eyes showing pain. "Na, I..." he couldn't bring himself to say it... even if it was true and had been done...
Quatre knew what he was going to say. He nodded, "Yeah, me too..."
Duo blinked at him, "You too? But I thought you were, like, the perfect couple!?!?"
Quatre laughed. "Perfect couple my ass," he said, surprising the Shinigami pilot, "he can't even tell me he likes me... let alone give me any idea as to if things would ever turn to something more permanent..."
Duo looked at him, disbelief still coloring his face but with a hint of understanding... "Yeah, tell me about it..." he sighed sadly, "Trowa's even more stoic then Heero... I mean, you got it kind easy with that empathy... you can usually feel the strong feelings, but I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place here..."
Quatre looked at him, "But Duo, anyone could tell you and Trowa were meant for one another!"
Duo smirked and remarked dryly, "Seems God has a sense of humor..."
"Sa, so we both walked out on them..." Quatre said a very interesting look on his face. Duo couldn't exactly read that look... and that fact scared him. "So now what?"
Duo shrugged, "Je ne sais pas... Tu as une idée?"[1] he said, for some reason slipping into French.
A sly look crossed the Arab's face, "Peut-être..."[2]
Heero walked into the room to hear two boys laughing and talking back and forth in a language unknown to him.
"Tu es méchant..." he heard the braided boy say.[3]
"Oui, Je suis méchant... mais tu es 'hard up'..." his angel countered. He had no clue what was being exchanged... but did he want to know?[4]
"Hé!" Duo said, a blush rose to his cheeks as he responded to the blond, "Toi aussi, n'est-ce pas?" the boy said grinning.[5]
Quatre chuckled, something Heero had never heard... for usually Quatre giggled. "Oui, Je suis 'hard up' aussi... Que compte tu faire à ce sujet?"[6]
The braided boy was silent and Heero wondered what the blond could have said... He looked in once again and was surprised to see Duo was bright red, with eyes wide, mouth working but no sound being emitted... he looked like Quatre had said something... at least embarrassing. He decided he'd hidden enough. Walking into the room he spoke.
"Quatre..." the blond looked over at him.
"Quoi?" Quatre asked, then shook his head... "Er, what?"
"I just wanted to talk to you..." Heero said looking at the rug, then at Duo who was looking VERY uncomfortable.
"Heero, I'm kinda busy right now... Maybe later...?" He said, his eyes pleading Heero to leave.
"Oh... ok, Quatre... later then..." he turned to leave, but turned back, "Oh, and Quatre..."
"Hmmmm?" the boy looked irritated.
"Um..." he faltered, he didn't like the look in Quatre's eyes, "Nevermind... later." With that he walked out the door.
Trowa stumbled down the hall... he practically could not function... his mind was fuzzy (maybe that was due to the fact that he'd had 6 shots of whiskey in the last 10 minutes or so) and he was trying his best to stay upright. This was not like him at all and he knew it, but he was having a damned bad day!
He heard voices in the living room and staggered closer to hear. What he heard stopped him dead in his tracks.
In the room, Quatre and his Duo sat talking to one another and laughing... but what really got him was that the conversation was in French... and highly inappropriate.
"Si, que compte tu faire à ce sujet??" Quatre said to the boy. Duo gulped and fidgeted uneasily on the couch. Quatre smiled and moved over to sit on the couch next to the braided boy... his hand resting on the violet eyed boy's knee. "Tu sais, tu es trés beau..."[7]
Trowa'd had enough, drunk or not... he was going to stop this before it went further. Thing was, he was too drunk to get any further than the floor and ended up on his face snoring loudly.
Duo looked at Quatre... the boy was acting strange. He was coming on heavily to Duo and that was very odd... especially considering they'd both just broken up with their boyfriends.
"Ne, Quatre... what's up with you?" the moment the words left his mouth he regretted them... because of their connotation.
Quatre snickered. "Besides a raging hard on? I dunno... it just feels right, ne?"
Duo thought about it... yes, it did feel right... he and Quatre... he smiled and nodded slightly.
"Then why not go for it, if it is right?" Quatre whispered in his ear, his warm breath sending shivers down Duo's spine.
TBC...?
Footnotes:
[1] 'I don't know... You have any ideas?'
[2] 'Perhaps...'
[3] 'You are wicked/bad...'
[4] 'Yes, I am wicked/bad... but you are hard up...'
[5] 'You also, is it not?'
[6] 'Yes, I am hard up too... what are you going to do about it?'
[7] 'So, what are you going to do about it? -- You know, you are very beautiful.'
(:./willow/bold1)
