Rating: This part PG-13
+ Part Three
"Damn rain, I wish it would let up already." Duo muttered as
he drove down the highway. It was still raining heavily and he doubted
it would stop anytime soon. According to the radio there was some hurricane
somewhere or something. He reached down and fiddled with the knobs of
the radio, turning to his favorite station. Music blasted out of the speakers
and he began singing along loudly and very off key.
It had only been a few hours since he had left the city and already he
felt free. He still wasn't exactly sure where he was going, but Duo figured
that if he kept driving eventually he would come up with something. //Hmm
I should probably call Q-Man and Tro soon, don't want them to worry too
Duo exited the highway and turned down what looked like a main street,
he was starving half to death and he really needed to use the bathroom.
He spotted a pub on the next street called `The Clover' and pulled into
the parking lot. The longhaired teen got out of his beloved Charger, locked
it and quickly hurried inside the pub so that he wouldn't get too drenched.
Once inside he saw that it was indeed really seedy looking. The patrons
were mainly biker types and wannabe thugs. He shrugged it off and immediately
headed towards the lavatory, in desperate need to relieve himself.
The bathroom was as dingy looking as the rest of the place and there were
two trashy looking biker guys making out in the corner. Duo ignored them
and the disturbing amount of tattoos that seemed to cover their skin entirely,
and quickly did what he had to do. Once he exited the bathroom, Duo made
his way to the bar and plopped down in one of the stools. The bartender
looked at him skeptically.
"Can I get a beer?"
The man rolled his eyes. "Kid you don't look old enough to drive
let alone drink."
Duo opened his mouth to retort, but instead opted for glaring at the man.
After several moments he slumped in his seat and sighed. "Can I get
a Pepsi then?"
The bartender laughed heartily and set a can in front of the annoyed teenager.
Duo sighed again and toyed with the can. He hated when people treated
him like a child; he was almost eighteen for God's sake. After a few more
minutes of stewing over the beer incident, Duo turned his thoughts to
more important things; like where he was going to go. He didn't really
want to stay on the East Coast unless it was really far away from New
York. He wasn't really fond of the southern states so that was out of
the question unless it was Florida. He had never been to Florida but it
looked cool on TV. Duo realized how childish that sounded and he scowled
to himself, picking at the paper coaster with his finger.
He didn't know much about the Midwest, but the idea of going there wasn't
too appealing to him. However a drive cross-country might be exciting,
he thought with a small grin. Maybe he would end up in California, or
Seattle. Duo's thoughts began wandering all over the place, examining
the possibilities that a cross-country drive could bring.
"Hey sweety, aren't you kind of young to be in a place like this?"
A nasal female voice said in his ear.
Duo looked at the woman and wrinkled his nose at her. She was probably
in her late twenties but she looked far older with the make up that was
caked around her eyes and mouth. Heavy blue mascara, bright red rouge
and red lipstick that was put on rather sloppily. She looked like a clown..
"I'm not that young." He snapped irritably.
She shrugged and sat down next to him, grinning and showing off her yellow
crooked teeth. "I'm just wondering what a nice kid like you is doing
in a trashy place like this."
Duo rolled his eyes and popped open his soda. "What's it look like
The woman smiled wider and shifted so that her barstool was closer to
him. "Well it looks like you are sitting here all alone and in desperate
need of some company." She reached out and twirled a strand of his
long hair around one finger. "You're one damn fine looking kid."
She murmured sounding as if she was in awe.
Duo shied away from her uneasily, clenching the soda can. He really didn't
like being rude to women but this chick was really invading his personal
space. "Look lady - I'm not in the mood for this, just leave me alone
and let me drink my soda in peace."
"Look baby, I'm just trying to be nice. I've never seen you here
before and you really do look like a nice kid. There are a lot of people
in here who will take advantage of you." She said, nodding as though
she was giving him some really profound advice.
"Your concern is touching." Duo said dryly.
"Hey Irene - leave the kid alone, he looks about ten years your junior
and unlike you he's a paying costumer, so stop bugging him."
The bartender snapped at the woman.
Irene lifted her chin indignantly. "I'm not bugging you, am I baby?"
She purred, blowing her sour breath all in his face.
Duo grit his teeth and slammed his soda can down on the counter top. "Look
lady - I'm not your baby, I'm not a kid and I don't want your company
so go away."
The bartender laughed heartily and Irene's face flushed a dark red color.
She opened her mouth to retort but before she could get a word out, there
was a loud crash and hissing sounds coming from outside. Everyone turned
towards the door in curiosity and the sounds of loud cursing and snarling
floated in over the music. "Geez, I hope it's not another one of
those drunk red necks looking for a fight." The bartender muttered
to himself. "Next person to fight in here is going to get booted."
Duo turned his attention back towards his soda and was grateful that Irene
and the bartender had started in on a conversation about rednecks and
Irish beer. Maybe they would stop bugging him now. The longhaired teen
began stirring his soda with a straw, staring off at the wall. Yeah, he
decided a drive across country would be really nice. He'd get to see a
lot of different places, meet new people and then maybe he would go to
California. He had a decent amount of money that he had been saving for
awhile and he supposed that if worse came to worse he could ask Trowa
to wire him some.
Suddenly the door slammed open and a slender young man stormed in. He
was drenched from the rain and he looked absolutely pissed. "Goddamned
motherfucking pink piece of shit sorry excuse for a car."
He muttered to himself and yanked back a bar stool, not even wincing when
it skidded across the wooden floor making that horrible fingernails on
a chalk board sound.
Duo's eyes widened slightly as he took in the figure that was now sitting
next to him. //Whooah he looks niiice.// That was an understatement. The
guy was.. a god. Tall, muscles to die for, and tattoos that made him look
dangerous and very sexy. Duo looked up at his face and tried to keep himself
from drooling. The guy was perfect. Smooth chiseled features, black
and blue hair that was plastered to his forehead from the rain and the
brightest blue eyes Duo had ever seen.
"Oh my..." Irene murmured to herself, obviously taken with the
"Give me a shot of tequila." Tall, dark and sexy demanded, not
even looking up at the bartender. When his drink wasn't served, he looked
up and sneered. "Please," he added, his voice dripping
of sarcasm. Duo tore his eyes away from the vision and stared down at
his soda again; trying in vain to think about his plans and not about
the guy sitting next to him.
The bartender frowned and stared at the man. "You got ID son?"
"Do I look like a fucking teenybopper to you?" The Asian looking
man snarled, blue eyes flashing dangerously.
Bartender Joe, as Duo had just dubbed him, backed away from the man and
quickly poured the drink, shoving it in his direction. "Don't have
to be so rude about it." He muttered to himself, before he started
cleaning the counter top again.
Duo watched out of the corner of his eye as Sexy downed the drink in one
gulp and immediately ordered another one. The violet-eyed teen was just
about to order another soda himself, when suddenly he felt someone grab
his crotch. "That's a nice package you have there."
Irene leered as she squeezed. Duo jumped about two feet in the air, effectively
knocking over his drink and his barstool. Irene peered at him innocently
as Duo seethed. "Look you sick bitch, you touch me again and I will
stop being such a gentleman and smack the shit out of you!"
The red head woman scowled and put her hands on her hips. "How dare
you talk to me like that, you little punk!" She crowed angrily.
Almost immediately two huge tattoo covered men came up to them and stood
behind Irene. "Is there a problem babe?" One asked her.
She pointed at Duo. "That punk kid insulted me! He called me a bitch
and all I was trying to do was be nice to him!" She whined.
Duo glared at the three people in front of him and clenched his hands
into fists. "Look man - I don't want any trouble... but this...woman
is a fucking loony."
The two bikers advanced on him and one shoved him backward with one meaty
hand. "Maybe you need to be taught a lesson on how to respect your
elders." He suggested with a smirk.
Duo looked around frantically, practically everyone else was watching
with amusement and he knew they weren't going to help him. The odds of
him winning this fight were pretty.. Slim to none. Damn, trouble just
followed him wherever he went. "There's not much to respect."
The taller of the two picked him up by the collar effortlessly until Duo's
feet were actually off the floor. "Yeah I think this punk needs a
real good lesson." He said, emphasizing his words with a violent
shake that left Duo dangling like a rag doll, before tossing him onto
"Why don't you leave him alone?" A deep voice asked coolly.
Duo looked up from his new position on the floor and saw that tall dark
and sexy was the one who was sticking up for him.
The two bikers turned their backs on Duo and stared incredulously at the
man. "What'd you say punk?"
Sexy raised an eyebrow and stood up, crossing his muscular arms over his
chest. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" He asked
The longhaired biker snorted and thumped Sexy in the chest hard with his
hand. "And who might that be punk? You?" He laughed.
The spiky haired man smirked and gestured towards the man's girth. "No
not me. I don't really think of myself as obese."
"Why you --" The biker started towards the man angrily, but
just as he raised his fist to swing; a large wooden bar stool was slammed
against his back; stunning him momentarily before he collapsed to the
Duo stood there holding the part of the stool that hadn't broken, a sneer
painted on his delicate features. His head was aching from where it had
collided with the floor but he was practically seeing red with anger.
No one treated him like that, no one. "I may be just a kid,
but I'm a kid who doesn't take shit from red neck biker pieces of shit."
The longhaired biker's companion gaped at the sight, but before he could
even react or come out of his paralysis, Sexy kicked him in the crotch
violently and followed the sudden move by an upper cut, which sent the
large man flying.
Irene and Bartender Joe gaped at the sight along with the rest of the
patrons. Then the balding man noticed the broken bar stool and his face
purpled with rage. "Both of you, get out now! I said no more
fighting and I meant it! Out!"
Sexy shrugged nonchalantly and gulped down the last of his Tequila before
walking out calmly, giving the biker one last kick for good measure.
Duo cast one more scathing look at the patrons before hurrying after his
mysterious savior. The man hadn't really gone far and was standing outside
under the awning, smoking a cigarette and glaring at the rain. Duo cleared
his throat and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Um, thanks man..
If you hadn't stepped in when you did I would have been dead meat."
Sexy looked him up and down briefly before turning his gaze back towards
the rain. "No problem. I don't like seeing people get picked on."
He said gruffly.
They stood in silence for a moment and when it was pretty clear that the
guy didn't plan on saying anything else, Duo sighed and started for his
The longhaired boy stopped and turned around. "Yeah?"
The taller man opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before speaking.
"Do you.. Know if there's a mechanic around here somewhere? My car
Duo looked around and shrugged. "Well it's pretty late so any garage
is probably closed by now. Which one is your car?"
Sexy scowled and gestured towards a shell pink car that had steam practically
pouring out of the hood. Duo couldn't help but laugh as he stared from
the man to the car. "You drive a pink car?!" He laughed loudly
for a few moments before he noticed that the man was glaring at him evilly.
Duo coughed, trying to hide his snickers and walked over to the car; grateful
that rain was slowing down. The blue- eyed stranger followed him.
"It's not my car; I'm borrowing it." He snapped.
Duo shrugged. "Whatever you say man." He stood in front the
car, and looked at him. "Do you mind if I have a look?" He asked.
Sexy stared at him skeptically. "You fix cars?" He asked doubtfully.
Duo lifted his chin proudly and nodded. "Yes, I fix cars. Worked
in a mechanics shop for a few years before, don't let my delicate appearance
fool you." He added with a wink, before popping the hood and peering
inside the steaming mess. After a few moments he stepped back and looked
at Sexy with a grin. "Well the problem is simple really; your fan
belt is broken."
The muscular man stared at him blankly.
Duo sighed and shook his head. "The fan belt keeps the water circulating
in the radiator. When it breaks, the engine overheats and stops functioning
properly. Hence the steam and all." Duo said gesturing towards the
Sexy scowled deeply and glared at the car. "Can you fix it? I'll
Duo shrugged. "Well I could fix it easy if I had a spare fan belt,
which I don't. You'll have to wait until morning when one of the garages
around here open."
Sexy swore under his breath and kicked the car. "I can't wait until
morning; I have to get out of here tonight." He growled angrily.
Duo hesitated before voicing his thoughts. "I can give you a ride
somewhere... if you want." He offered with a smile.
The man stared at him suspiciously. "Why?"
The longhaired boy shrugged and fiddled with his sleeve. "Well you
did help me out in there, and it's the least I can do..."
Sexy frowned at him for a few minutes before his shoulders sagged in resignation
and he stamped out his cigarette before nodding. "Yeah, thanks."
Duo grinned and they walked towards his car.
"Nice wheels." The tattooed man said appreciatively.
Duo got in the driver's seat and waited until the other man got in before
talking. "Yeah, she's my baby. Fixed her up from when she was a pile
The man raised his eyebrow when Duo referred to the car as a female but
didn't comment. Duo stared at his profile for a minute and found himself
blushing as he realized that the man was having a very.. Weird affect
"S..so where are you headed?" He stammered.
"I don't know yet. What direction are you going in?" Sexy asked.
His voice was a flat monotone.
"Uhh to be honest I'm not too sure about that myself. Just trying
to get as far away from New York City as possible." Duo said with
a sheepish grin.
The man looked at him briefly before returning his gaze outside the window.
The longhaired teen turned on some music and began driving. "How
about this - you stick with me until you figure out where you want to
go. But I gotta tell you I plan on possibly getting off the East Coast."
Sheesh, the guy wasn't a big talker was he? They drove in silence for
a few moments before it got to be too much for Duo. He hated silence.
It was unnerving. "So what's your name?"
The guy sighed as if it were taking a lot out of him to answer. "Does
Duo rolled his eyes. "Well I'd like to know what to call you unless
you'd prefer I call you `hey sexy' all the time." As soon as the
words were out of his mouth Duo nearly bit his tongue off. //Real smooth
Maxwell... scare the guy off five minutes after you meet him.// He shot
a quick look at tall dark and sexy and saw that the guy's blue eyes were
trained on him. He looked somewhat amused.
Duo grinned. "That's more like it. I'm Duo Maxwell, so are you going
to tell me why you were driving that big pink monstrosity?" He asked
with a cheeky smile. The guy scowled at him.
"It was my girlfriend's car... if I'd have known it was such a piece
of shit I wouldn't have taken it." The dark haired man said with
a shrug. He twisted in his seat and dumped his wet duffle bag in the back
seat, pausing once to glance at Duo. "You don't mind do you?"
"Uh.. no not at all." For some reason Duo was slightly disappointed
to hear that he had a girlfriend. He watched out of the corner of his
eye as Heero peeled off his wet tee shirt and changed into a sweater.
At the site of those muscles flexing Duo's overactive hormones reacted
expectedly and suddenly his jeans were a little too tight. "So uh..
Why do you want to get away from the city?" He asked, desperate to
kill the sudden silence.
Heero shrugged. "I'd rather not talk about it." A hint of sadness
flashed in those Prussian eyes, but it was gone so quickly that Duo wasn't
sure if he had actually seen it.
"What did your girlfriend dump you or something?" The violet-eyed
boy asked jokingly.
The Asian looking man glared at him. "Girlfriend was the wrong term.
Stalker is the right one. And I already said I don't want to talk about
Duo's eyebrows shot up. "Okay man chill, I was just playing."
Heero sighed and looked out the window again.
//Great.. I pick up a totally hot hitchhiker and he has to be the
quietest SOB this side of the US. I sure have rotten luck.// Duo thought
moodily, before he turned up the music and began singing along to Staind.
AN - Ehehehe ^_^;;
[ note: this has been unfinished forever and a day. I keep it up
cuz I luvs it. ^_~ which is why I'm asking you to e-mail aya and beg and
plead for more of this. I figure if you've made it this far, you want
more of it, too, ne? ]
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