14-May-2000
Warnings: This particular part will be a downer for 1x2 fans. Also, language
o'the nasty sort
Spoilers: nein
Notes: I've gotten a lot of requests for this to please turn into a 1x2...
seems I should have been posting this on wuml ^_^ (though they might have
hired Heero to come and kill me for bastardizing Wufei!_!) Well, I have a
secret to spill... Heero called me the other day, right, and we had a little
talk--including, among other things, Rising's plot.
"TB," he says, "I'll be blunt--"
"You're ever anything else?" I couldn't resist interjecting. There
followed a slight pause.
"I'll be blunt," he continued, deciding to ignore
me. "That braided baka is mine. You want to see the papers? I don't like
this thing with Chang. It's starting to put a dent in my social life."
At this point, I believe I heard some snickering on his end of the line;
possibly Duo was awake despite the early hour and taking immense enjoyment
out of Heero's ire.
"Yes, Yuy-kun," I carefully replied. "Is there anything
in particular that you wanted me to do?"
"Well, for one thing," Duo called out, "You could give us a sexy shower scene!"
Heero seemed to think that one over before he added, "Hn."
Well, that's the conversation in a nutshell...
So, in the end, it seems that, due to popular demand (and fear for my
health) Rising will be seeing a little Hee-chan/Duo-pookins action. Kire!
Feedback: always appreciated ^_^
Disclaimers: GW belongs to the original producers and creators, not this
poor underfinanced writer. Please do not sue me for borrowing them. They've
already eaten me out of my summer spending cash; you'd have better luck
suing the G-boys themselves for allowing me to borrow them, seeing as they
could just hack into Treize's bank account and give you however much you
want.
~TB
Quatre maintained a steely silence until he decided they were far enough away from his room that their "discussion" would not wake Duo. Then he rounded on his friends and jabbed a finger into Heero's chest.
"And just what did you think you were doing?" he demanded.
Heero glared belligerently at him. "He started it," he retorted.
"Me?" Wufei interrupted innocently. "I didn't even know you were here until I saw you in the hallway!"
An innocent Wufei? Trowa tried to be objective and give the Chinese boy the benefit of the doubt... but Wufei was *never* so squeaky clean, and his righteous anger seemed just a little too... unconvincing. Trowa frowned.
Quatre rubbed his temples. "I wish you two would just get along! What's so hard about being civil to each other? Especially when you see now that it really *is* upsetting!"
Guiltily, both of the boys fell silent.
Finally Wufei looked up. His black eyes were narrow. "Why *did* you come?" he asked Heero directly--a little suspiciously. "You said you couldn't make it."
"I left my team jersey here last time," Heero grumbled. "I came to get it before I went to practise--shit! Practise." He pushed Quatre aside to get a better look at a nearby clock, and swore again. "I'm late."
Trowa said, "That's not all you are."
Heero stared at him, amazed. "You--I didn't start this!" he defended himself aggressively, glaring at all of them now. "He did! He's playing some kind of sick game with Duo and me--"
"There *is* *no* Duo and *you*," Wufei snarled, igniting like an oil-soaked rag left near burning matches. "You waited too long to make your move, you little shit, and you think you can just walk back in and take him--"
"What about *you*, Chang!" Heero felt Trowa's restraining hand on his shoulder, and kept himself in place--furious, but in place. "What the hell do you think you were doing to him in the bathroom?"
"Shut up!" Wufei clenched his fists threateningly, then gestured at the staring Quatre and Trowa. "You want to ruin Duo's rep? Go right ahead. Spill it all! You can walk away clean, no one's going to think any worse of you. But you take a fucking moment and think about what you're going to do to *him*, Yuy, and see if you want to keep running off at your god-damn mouth!"
The pieces fell together in Trowa's mind. He uncertainly stepped a little back. It wasn't his place to interfere... no. Best leave it alone. It simply wasn't his place.
Quatre, who did not understand, chose to merely ignore that. "Come on, guys. No, just shut up! Listen to me! You owe everyone an apology."
Heero and Wufei were quiet for a long time, eyes locked. Heero was the one who glanced away first. "Yosh," he said.
It was late. Duo and Heero sat on the front steps of the dorm building. Nearby, but safely out of hearing range, Heero's mother Sally sat waiting in the car.
Duo sighed suddenly, and ran a hand through his hair. "Long day," he muttered.
Heero kept his eyes turned forward. "So what do we do? Pretend it never happened?"
Duo looked at him. "You're really serious. If I gave the word, you'd just--forget it."
"Hai."
The braided boy shook his head. "Shit," he said softly. "Heero. Sometimes I can't believe you. You're made of stone!" His hand trembled as he ran it through his loose bangs again. "Fucking stone."
"No," Heero whispered. "I wish I could be."
They were quiet again. This time, Heero broke the silence. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"What business was it of yours?"
"You let me kiss you."
"You surprised me!"
"Not that much," Heero said.
Duo bit his lip. "No. Not that much."
"So you *did* know how I felt. About you. Damnit, Duo." Heero slammed a fist into the other palm, teeth gritted together. "Do you know, my *parents* figured it out before I did. They knew I was--was--and that somehow you were involved. So I had to admit it to myself. It's not easy! It's downright fucking hard, Duo, when you've thought you're one thing all your life and suddenly--"
"You think you're special?" Duo interrupted. "Sweet Mother of God, Heero, that's the story of every fag from here to Tokoyo! We *all* go through that, finding out, coming out, whatever the hell you want to call it--you aren't any different than any other gay teenager. You've even got it easy; your parents are on your side. Don't give me that shit. Yeah, it's hard. Move on!"
Heero clenched his fists until his fingernails broke the skin of his palms. "Fine. I'll accept that. But you listen to this. I suddenly have this--this uncertainty in my life. You're a part of it. A big part. And I had every reason to believe that when I came to you to help me through this, to make me understand it, you'd be there. You kissed me! And just a week later you're having sex with Chang with the damn door unlocked!"
Each word seemed to hit Duo like a blow. He flinched back, hunching in on himself, huddling on the steps and looking as though he'd rather be in Hell than sitting beside his best friend at the moment. He shook his head, shaggy bangs sweeping down to hide his eyes.
"Heero," he said. "What do you want to hear? I'm sorry? I am, some. But whatever reasons you thought you had about me... I didn't have any to believe *you'd* ever come, man. What's a kiss? You didn't promise me anything. You didn't even say anything, period! When have you ever? So I'm sorry that we fucked up, okay. I'm sorry that we didn't talk when we should have. But to be honest, it was too late to change anything. I already have Wufei. And I'm not giving him up."
"He used you, today."
"I know," Duo said, a brief look of dim pain crossing his face. "That's between him and me. But stop trying to hold that against him. I like him. I don't always approve of what he does, but Wu's the way he is, period, and I like that way fine. He makes me feel good. About myself. About--about things that you and I never had to guts to open between us, Heero, things... " He trailed off, and wearily rubbed his eyes. They were deeply shadowed now, filled with deep unhappiness. "I'm not just dropping him, Heero, because I haven't seen any reasons today to believe you'd be any better. And what would that say about me, if I did dump him and go running to you? Nothing good. Besides, admit it. It isn't going to be easy, working yourself through all the--consequences, the ramifications, of your little revelation. Even with a lot of support, it's going to change your life. A lot of shit can happen. A lot of friendships get ruined, a lot of--relationships get totaled. Why should I risk that? When I've already got a good thing going with someone who won't have those doubts and troubles, especially."
Heero's voice was quiet. Strained. "Duo, help me. Please. Those things, they won't happen, not to us, not if you're there, helping me. Showing me. I need... Do you love him?"
Duo laughed shortly. "I'm sixteen. You don't fall in love when you're sixteen."
There was nothing he could say. Heero didn't know how to make heads nor tails of the chaos inside him, swirling madly about, skewing everything. Finally all he said was, "I'm sorry for making you cry."
Duo shook his head. "Go home, Heero. Sleep it off. In the morning, decide. I don't care. Just let me know. You *are* my friend. And I'll help you. As a friend."
"Nothing more. Ever?"
"I don't make bets on forevers, Heero."
He stood, then hesitated. Duo watched him. "Go on," he said.
Heero went.
End Part 14
(:./erin/rising14)
