29-Jul-2000
Okay! No babbling this time! Just fic! ;)
Warning: this is where it gets weeeeird!!! *giggles*
Two Heero Yuys. One behind the other, coming from the direction of Wing. Both in green tank tops and black spandex, dark brown hair tousled, falling over their eyes. Duo took an involuntary step forward, then froze. "Heero...?" his voice was uncertain, trailing off into nothingness. His head shook slowly in disbelief. The first Heero looked up at him, cobalt eyes blazing, piercing him, causing him to shiver. His head shook. "Explain later," he murmured, heading toward the house.
The other Heero followed behind him, but paused a few feet from Duo, staring at him for a moment, his expression unreadable. Duo stared back, amazed by this other being, who was so completely Heero. His eyes traveled over every inch of him, every curve and hollow that he hadn't realized til now was burned into his memory. His fingers twitched, wanting to touch the golden skin, wanting to be sure this creature standing before him was real.
The Heero smiled. Really smiled. At him. Duo's jaw dropped. <Damn, he looks so sexy when he smiles...> was the only thought Duo was capable of having. One strong hand moved up and softly touched his cheek, and Duo's knees trembled. The smile widened, and then the second Heero turned and followed the first, silently.
Duo's legs finally gave out, and he sat back onto the ground with a forceful thump. Quatre rushed up behind him. "Duo, daijoubu ka?" he asked, sounding worried, and confused as well. Duo nodded, still dazed. "Yeah, I'm ok, Q-man... just... what the fuck happened on that mission?"
"Did you say anything to them?" Heero asked, not looking up from his laptop at his silent doppleganger. The preliminary report was almost finished, but the data he had retrieved still needed to be examined. And he had questions of his own, now. His twin moved up behind him, until his face was reflected in the screen. "Of course not," he replied, and Heero pondered how strange it felt to hear his own voice, see his own face, coming from over his shoulder. The other boy smiled. "You were being the quiet type, I figured I should do the same. Demo... what now? What do we tell them about us?"
Heero frowned silently. "I have not yet decided," he said at last. "This situation is difficult. I don't even fully understand yet, the reality of who you are, who I am... where I come from. I'm hoping you can give me some answers."
The other Heero smiled. "Of course. But I want something too-- a name. Give me a name. I want something they can call me, something I can call myself." Heero turned, and stared at his counterpart for a moment. "Odin," he said finally. "It's what I was called, for a while. I'm not using it anymore." He turned back to his laptop.
"Odin," the newly-christened boy nodded with satisfaction. "Sounds good, I like it. But... can I have something else to wear?" Already he was in motion toward Heero's closet, pulling it open and rifling through the green tank tops, and more green tanktops, and some tanktops that were green. "Grife!" he swore. "Heero, you're tasteless! I've been a lump of goo for the last fifteen years, but even I have better fashion sense than this!"
Heero snorted. "It's practical, not fashionable. You sound like Duo. And don't curse like that. Curse in Human, if you must." Odin bounced over to Duo's closet and flung it open. "Score!" he cried happily, pulling out several items. Heero rolled his eyes, and inserted one of the data diskettes they'd acquired from Dr. J's lab. It was time to find some answers.
Duo sighed into his soda, his sandwich still untouched as he stared off into space. Beside him, Quatre was watching, concerned. "Ne... Duo?" he began tentatively. "You've been really quiet, what's wrong?" Duo slowly seemed to come back to himself, his eyes focusing once more. "Nothin' much, Q... just feeling kinda out of it, y'know? I guess I just need some time to think. Sorry, man."
Quatre shook his head, squeezing Duo's shoulder lightly. "It's all right, Duo," he responded, then stood, taking his own empty plate and cup. "I'll be around, if you want to talk, all right?" Duo nodded, finally taking a bite of his own sandwich. "Arigatou, Quatre." The other boy smiled, walking toward the kitchen. Duo slumped in his seat, propping his feet up on the coffee table, and turned on the television. The noise was a welcome distraction, fading into a soft hum in his ears. <Weird... first all that crap with Shinigami... and now something's going on with Heero, too... why the hell are there two of him?>
Focusing on his friend's problem kept his own memories briefly at bay, but not long enough. Soon, images of the soldiers falling before his knife flashed in his vision, and he shuddered. So much red... and the screams, the dying gurgles as their lifeblood pumped from their throats.... he trembled harder, shoulders convulsing as he choked back a sob.
<I will not cry. I will not be sick, I will not scream, I will not cry. Damn you, Shinigami... Damn me, too... God, I'm already damned... I've killed so many... and it never stops...> A soft, keening whine escaped his throat, and he curled into a miserable ball on the couch, rocking slowly, face buried in his arms. <God... why? Why am I this monster? This killer? Am I even human? I bring death everywhere I go... it's my fault, all of it....>
"Duo... don't cry," Heero's voice, soft and low, spoke behind him. The tone was silky, caressing his ears, and he slowly turned, looking up. "Oi, Hee---" his voice trailed off as he actually SAW the person behind him. His jaw dropped, his eyes bulged, and he was fairly certain his pants did too. There, leaning nonchalantly against the end of the couch, was Heero. Dressed in Duo's own black leather pants (the extra-tight ones), a black mesh top with matching collar, and over it all, Duo's loose black silk top, and clunky boots.
Seeing his favorite "Damn Sexy Clubbing Outfit," plastered over Heero's tight muscular frame, and the look in Heero's eyes, made his blood burn. "Holy fuck...!" Heero looked almost considering for a moment, then shrugged. "Well, if you really want one."
End Part 7
*begging for C&C*
(:./madcat/separate7)
