16-Apr-2000
Hi hi! Rising p3 here. Thanks to everyone who has sent me feedback so far! I
think I know where I'm going with this now... sort of. Hee hee.
Warnings: yaoi, lemon (coming up), language, death (sort of), AU
Feedback appreciated muchly. Danke! ~TB
Heero caught up with Duo in the hall with about a minute to the bell. "Hey," he said, absently ducking Duo's braid as it came snapping around. "You wanna spend the night?"
Duo hesitated. "I'd love to, but I'm already going out. And we're gonna go back to the dorms afterward."
Heero was disappointed. He'd barely seen Duo lately, he was always out. "Room for three?" he asked half-heartedly.
"Sure!" Duo's face lit. Then it fell. "But you couldn't stay the night. I only got permission for one friend."
"Quatre?"
"Wufei, actually."
Heero's scowl was immediate. "He's some kind of ghetto freak. I don't know why you hang out with him so much."
The bell rang, forestalling whatever defense Duo might have made in favour of his friend. "Look," he said instead. "We're meeting outside by the apple tree, if you want to come. If you don't, fine. I'm not going to miss your bitching." He whirled away and was gone, sprinting off down the hall to his class.
Wufei, skipping unobserved so he could smoke in the bathroom, heard the entire exchange. He was pleased. Heero didn't like him, hm? Good. The more the Japanese boy spouted dire warnings, the more Duo would be drawn to Wufei. It was practically a textbook reaction.
Heero was waiting for them when they met at the apple tree. Wufei wasn't so pleased anymore.
Duo took another sip from the Slurpee, and passed it on to Heero. "Where do you guys want to go for dinner?"
"I'm broke," Heero said around a mouthful of Coke-flavoured ice.
Wufei pretended to ponder the question as he absently blew smoke into the Japanese boy's face. "There's a rave downtown that I know about. We could get some food there, and dancing too."
"You just want the drugs," Heero muttered, waving a hand in front of his face.
"If I wanted pot, I wouldn't have to go farther than my windowsill," Wufei retorted sweetly. "Duo, you like clubs, right? It's the same thing."
"I've never been to a rave before," Duo said eagerly.
"Forget it," Heero commanded, shoving the Slurpee back at his friend. "God knows what kind of weird shit goes on in those things. Besides, why would you want to hang out with a bunch of freaks who're just like *him*?"
Duo opened his mouth, but Wufei was already talking. "Or maybe you could go back to the school, Duo, and sing hymns all night long with the priests. Catholic schools have the best parties--you know those religious types."
Once again Duo opened his mouth, but Heero had a faster comeback. "You think you're such a smartass, don't you?" he demanded, poking a finger into Wufei's chest. "He's not your friend. Why don't you just leave him alone?"
"Hey," Duo started, and was cut off.
"Some friend *you* are, Yuy! You won't even let him talk to other people." Wufei crossed his arms insolently over his chest. "Are you *that* insecure, that you can't even let him make new friends?"
"You guys!" Duo exclaimed.
Heero snarled, "Not *all* other people--just *you*! All you want to do is fuck him up--"
"All *you* want to do is keep him for yourself!"
"You come out of nowhere and suddenly you're attached to his hip--"
"You treat him like a pet! At least I give him choices--"
"Duo, can you believe this shit? Let's go--Duo?"
Wufei turned. "Duo?"
Heero whirled in a full circle, then stood openmouthed in amazement.
Duo, completely disgusted with them both, had walked off and left them in the middle of their argument.
Heero glowered at Wufei. "Look what you did," he accused.
Wufei glared.
End Part 3
(:./erin/rising3)
