30-Jan-2001
Disclaimer: I don't own GW. I'm poor. Go bug someone with money. It's all you really care about anyway. This story is for entertainment only. It has yaoi, lemon, stupid people, the idea of soulmates, and stuff that might offend anyone without an open mind or a brain cell anywhere. If you can't deal, don't read.
Now this next one I am working on and just suddenly lost the feel for it. I think I am doing way too much first person stuff. What do you guys think? I am not going to work on this unless you guys comment and tell me if it is OK. So SAY SOMETHING! (pant...pant) ;)
Ever get into something way over your head, but it turns out to be a good thing? I did. About two weeks ago. See, there's this big, old, spooky house at the edge of town. Three years ago, when my friends and I were fifteen and way too cocky, we challenged Wufei Chang to spend ten minutes in it. A monster supposedly killed the former occupants and lived there still, just waiting for some unsuspecting fool to be its next meal.
Now I know you think that was a stupid and childish thing to do and it probably was, but you never met Wufei. His parents raised their only son to always be responsible, honest, hardworking, down to earth. Basically, boring and irritating as hell. He was an adult in a teen's body! Poor guy never laughed or joked around. Most people thought Heero, Quatre, and I were fools to put up with him. We saw something besides the public face. Wufei Chang was dying inside.
So the lot of us hung out and sometimes, Wufei would actually crack a smile. That night was the biggest stunt we ever pulled and it cost us our friend. You see, he never came out. The monster got him. Fifteen minutes after he went in, we started hearing him beg with someone. Pleading with them to do something; none of us could hear what. I always figured it was to stop. I know different now.
Heero broke down the front door and promptly fell through a hole just beyond it. I called his name, but he didn't answer. Quatre went for help and I broke through a window and got in. I was torn between going upstairs, where I could hear Wufei screaming, and into the basement, where Heero might be and I could get him to help me. The choice was taken from me as someone hit me over the head.
I awoke to a policeman ignoring Quatre's warnings and falling through the same hole Heero had. Cuss words in Japanese let me know my friend was alive. In the end, Wufei was never found and Heero and I ended up in the hospital for a couple of days with concussions. Some blood was found on the floor of an upstairs bedroom. It was Wufei's type. The Chang family has hated us since that day.
We all dealt with the guilt differently, yet still remained friends; not like anyone else would have us. A few people figured we killed Wufei. Nothing said or done changed their opinions.
Three years passed and on the eve of our graduation from high school, we once again found ourselves outside the house. Heero and Quatre'd both had about five beers; I had two, just enough to make us stupid and overly brave. The pair of them dared me to go into the room where Wufei's blood was found and grab something from there. I agreed. The goulishness of the action never occurred to any of us.
So I ended up going through the same window as before. The house was dark, silent, and full of strange shadows. Rumor had it, the last family to live here were all murdered. More monster stuff. Images of dead bodies filled my mind and graced the dark parts of the room. Drunk or not, it bothered me and I rushed to the stairs.
The second floor wasn't any better than the first. Dark, but with some slivers of moonlight filtering through a few windows. It made things look even creepier. Wufei's blood had been found in the third room on the right. I all but ran to it. The door opened easily onto a sight I was totally unprepared for.
I'd never seen the bedroom before, had no real wish to, but not even in my worse nightmares did I picture anything like it was. The room was very big. A large oaken wardrobe took up one wall, while the bed, a huge canopied, four-poster , took up the opposite one. A full length, ornate, brass mirror stood next to the bed, reflecting its red satin sheets and black pillows. A pair of black, metal manacles hung in the middle of the bed, what they were attached to hidden in shadows so it looked as if they were suspended in mid-air. A matching pair lay on the sheets and were attached to the two bottom posters.
How could I see all this? Simple. Every available surface of the room was covered in pure white candles. All shapes and sizes, glittering, casting odd patterns, moving in an almost hypnotic fashion. I stood there stunned to the core. This had to be a prank pulled by Heero and Quatre. Had to be. Didn't it? Maybe a sick joke?
I was so busy rationalizing I never noticed someone come up behind me. Strong arms seized my shoulders, but I'm a very quick guy. No sooner did I register the contact than I pulled away so my attacker never got a good grip. I swung around ready to face the jerk who did all this; instead, I was face to face with the "monster."
It was a man, about a foot taller than I am, well muscled, but not overly so. His face was hidden in deep darkness, but I could see long, platinum blond hair flowing freely down his back. He moved into the room with grace a cat would have been jealous of and I backed up, cursing the fact that my growth spurt had never really materialized. So far he had me outclassed in height, weight, and I was betting strength. I might be strong, but most of my defense is in speed and agility.
"I never imagined you would become so very lovely." A feral smiled graced his lips and there was something about his voice that sent shivers along my spine.
"What do you mean?" I tired to sound confident, but this guy made me feel funny. Warmth was growing in my stomach and I couldn't understand why.
He laughed, a deep, sexy sound. "Don't you remember three years ago?" Then he stepped into the light and reality took a vacation. No one could look that good. The "monster" was beautiful. Soulful blue eyes set in an aristocratic, but gentle looking face. Glorious.
I don't know how long I gaped, but eventually what he said made it to my brain.
"You hit me?" I all but yelled.
Moving forward, he answered. "I couldn't let you interfere."
I wanted to ask 'with what' but the increasing lack of distance was more important. Blue eyes watched my every move with an expression I'd never seen a guy give another guy. My knees shook from it.
Not looking where I was going, I backed into the bed and fell backwards. The blond was on me so fast I didn't even see him move! He used his body to pin me down. A small whimper caught in my throat and for the life of me I couldn't understand why I was so confused. Shouldn't I be yelling or screaming or something?! And what the hell was up with my having an erection!?
End Part One
Well? Did I manage to keep the character or did it get lost?
Phoenix
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