1998
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This fic is just something I did to use up the time I don't have. No money is being made off this enterprise, so please don't sue this pathetic fic writer who can't even decide which tenses to use.
I don't have any money worth suing anyway.
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"Oi! Everything alright back there?" Franz called out to Jake. They had been driving the truck for the past twenty minutes when the sudden commotion in the back compartment had caused him to call out.
"Yeah! Everything's fine! Just having some fun!" Jake's muffled answer had brought a grin to Callan's thin lips.
"The boy must be awake," Callan observed as grinned manically, clutching the suitcase of money to his chest.
"Hn." Franz only grunted as he drove, keeping his eyes on the road as he tried to shut his ears against the sounds that emerged from the back of the truck.
The blonde man leaned back against the inner wall of the trailer, flicking on the lighter to light his cigarette. He inhaled deeply, feeling the bitter smoke fill his lungs as the tenseness left his body. Clenching the cigarette between his teeth, he pulled at the waistband of his trousers, zipping himself up. He looked down at the prone boy at his feet, and smiled.
Crouching by the boy, Jake traced the tracks on the boy's cheek with his finger, wiping the damp trail left by the tears he had forced from the stubborn boy with much difficulty. The boy had regained consciousness as Jake had thrust into him but had refused to make a sound, much less cry. Jake had enjoyed making him cry out. It had taken time, but it had been worth it, he grinned around the smoking stub. The boy was probably a virgin, that way, Jake thought. He had been wonderfully tight. Jake did not know when the boy had fainted again, and he did not particularly care.
Jake wiped his hands on Duo's shirt, adding blood and semen to the already filthy cloth. Then, he reached down to pull Duo's jeans back onto the boy's body, flipping Duo over onto his back as he re-fastened them. Jake debated whether to retie the boy's legs and finally decided to. The man did not want Duo to have the slightest chance of escape, not when he had discovered the wonderful diversion the boy provided. Jake stood up, stretching himself and retired to the corner of the trailer to rest.
Pain.
So much pain.
What had he done to deserve so much pain?
You killed people, stupid!
Why was he still joking at a time like this?
I hate myself.
"Quatre-sama! We have them in sight." Rasheed's voice crackled over the communicator in Quatre's hands. "Do you want us to stop them now?"
Quatre looked toward Trowa in askance. Trowa nodded, his eyes intent on the road.
"Affirmative! Take out the driver's cabin. Repeat, the driver's cabin." Quatre commanded, his voice strangely at odds with his boyish face.
"Copy!"
Franz drove on, thankful that the noise from the back of the trailer had finally subsided. He had agreed to this venture for the money. Jake had assured him that no one would get hurt. Not him, not them, not anyone!
Well, this is the last time I trust Jake, he thought.
He turned the steering wheel, following the sharp bend in the road, wondering how his share of the ransom would erase the memory of the cries he had just heard from the back of the truck. That was the last thought in Franz's mind as his world erupted in flames.
No! Not again!
Duo clenched his eyes shut against the pain that accompanied his every movement. He had woken up when the man had been putting the finishing touches to the bonds that held his legs together but had remained immobile, feigning unconsciousness. Hearing the man retire to a far corner, Duo had relaxed somewhat, going over what past events he could remember. And remembering what had so recently transpired, a small tear escaped his closed eyelids.
How would he face Heero now?
Duo had been having a hard enough time persuading Heero to acknowledge his feelings toward him and Duo could see that recently, he had made some headway. But now, Heero would never want him...
But it's not your fault!
But I...
You didn't ask for it!
He said I looked good...
He's sick!
But I wanted...
No! He forced you! He hurt you!
He made me cry out for...
Because it hurt! You cried because it hurt!
I...I..
A small sigh escaped Duo's bloodied lips. He was arguing with himself, he thought. And even then, he could not win. Even now, he talked too much. Heero was right. He did talk too much. Wasn't that the reason he was in such deep shit now?
How could he face himself?
Duo had fallen asleep with those thoughts on his mind but had been awakened by someone grabbing at his shirt.
Not again!
He lashed out with as much force as he could muster from his overtaxed muscles, considering the relatively little freedom of movement he had. He gave an angry cry as he reached to bite the hand on his body. But the hand was out of his reach. He struggled against the man's firm grip on his chest and shoulders. Duo could feel the other clutching at him, wrapping his arm around his body, pulling him closer to the other's warmth.
No!
BastardBastardBastard!
"Duo! Duo! Snap out of it! It's me!"
"Trowa?" Duo blinked, his swollen eyes opening with difficulty through the dried blood that covered part of his face. "Is it really you?" he whispered hoarsely, fighting to keep a sob of relief from his voice.
"Yes, Duo. It's OK. We've got you," Trowa's voice soothed the long-haired boy as Quatre untied Duo's legs.
Trowa could feel Duo's body sag in his arms almost immediately as he gently pulled the long-haired boy into a sitting position. He quickly untied Duo's arms, massaging them gently to get Duo's circulation going. He glanced worriedly at Duo's limp body before searching for Quatre's face. The blond Arabian looked back at him with hard eyes.
"He's out again."
Trowa and Quatre carried Duo out of the trailer, taking care not to jar the bruised and broken form of their friend. They had arrived at the trailer mere seconds after one of the mobile units had blasted the front part of the trailer into a mass of melted slag. They had earlier pinpointed Duo's exact location in the vehicle via the mobile unit's heat detectors coupled with Duo's homing device. It had then been a simple matter to effectively intercept and deactivate the vehicle without harming their friend.
As the two boys had approached the burning vehicle, the back of the trailer had suddenly burst open and a large man had jumped out screaming. Melted metal clung to his torso and upper limbs as flames licked at his hair. Trowa and Quatre could only stare in horrified silence as the man writhed in agony before them, his screams growing weaker as he slowly gave up his hold on life.
They had barely regained their voices when the sight of their friend's body silenced them once more. Duo was lying on the floor of the trailer, effectively immobilized by lengths of nylon rope around his body. His long hair was matted with mud and blood. Several locks had escaped the braid and stuck to his face and neck, the chestnut color darkened by the rusty hue of dried blood. Trowa and Quatre had proceeded to free Duo in grim silence, removing him from the uncomfortably increasing heat.
The earthquake was starting again.
Duo opened his eyes slowly, finding that he had somehow regained mobility. His limbs moved when he wanted them to but it hurt when they did. So, he stayed still, letting the aches subside to a dull throbbing. He sighed, closing his eyes once more, letting the swaying movement of the vehicle rock him to sleep.
"Hey Sleepy head. You awake yet?" Duo could barely hear Quatre's voice as he tried to succumb to the welcoming darkness. He felt so tired, so drained. Everything hurt, inside and out. Hell, he felt like dying!
"Stupid question," Duo heard himself mumble.
"How do you feel?"
Like shit.
"Are you alright?"
No, I think I'm dead.
Except death would be painless, right?
So I'm not dead.
Yet.
I wish I was.
What?
I want to die.
You're alive! You're with friends and you're alive!
I don't want to be! I want to die!
"Oi! Duo! Did you hear me? Are you alright?"
Damn Trowa!
"Yeah," Duo answered with a resigned sigh. "I'm fine."
Heero knelt by the bed, gazing at Duo's sleeping form. Trowa and Quatre had finally told him what they knew but it still did not explain Duo's sudden abhorrence of Heero's touch, his sudden avoidance of Heero's eyes. Heero reached out, tentatively searching for Duo's hand beneath the rumpled sheets. He twined his fingers around the American's slender ones, squeezing the other's hand in his.
Heero had an idea of what else might have transpired during Quatre's kidnapping and Duo's subsequent abduction. It was the only thing Heero could think of that could explain his friend's sudden change. Trowa and Quatre had not seemed to know any more about it, apart from what they had already related to him. Heero had supposed that Duo had somehow managed to keep it to himself. Duo was good at that, Heero realized. No one would ever see what he did not want them to know. A small smile curved on Heero's lips as he ran a tender gaze over the face of the sleeping boy.
You can run and hide from them, Duo. But you can't run or hide from me. Not me.
Heero knew that the American was letting the experience eat at him from the inside, turning him bitter and paranoid.
Changing the Duo I know and love.
Heero knew that he could not let that happen. Heero could not allow this irrepressible Shinigami pilot to run away from him just as he was finally accepting Duo's presence in his life. Slpwly, Heero pulled Duo's hand to his lips, lips that had suddenly set in a hard, thin line on his grim face. As he softly kissed the hand of the sleeping boy, Heero promised silently:
I'll be here, Duo. Whatever it is, I'll be here.
---Finis!---
Author's notes:
You like? I like!
Oooh! I'm soooo proud of myself! My first GW fic! My first PWP! Huh? It's not a PWP? You mean I didn't write a PWP?
Waaaa! I stink! Boo! Hoo! <sniff> I may never write again....Nah!
Shirin
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