Moon + Part One (cont)
He stopped, finally waiting
for me and I felt an irrational urge to run and catch up with him. I ruthlessly
pushed it aside and calmly walked toward him. At least, I was trying for
calm since I damn well didn't feel that way.
When I was beside him, he started walking again and I asked the question
that had been nagging at me for the entire day. "Who are you?"
I looked at him from the corner of my eye as I spoke.
He remained facing forward, but I heard the smile in his voice when he
answered. "I was wondering when you would ask me that."
His voice made me shiver and I grunted at him in irritation. It felt so
invasive, intimate really. No one's voice should ever sound like that.
"I' m asking now."
"Aren't you wondering what I want with you?"
I thought about that for several moments and decided I really didn't like
the way he phrased that. "I asked who you were, not what you want."
I thought he was obnoxious, so I felt that I had the right to be abrupt
with him and even if I didn't, I was going to anyway.
He laughed, a low sound that belonged in the privacy of your own home,
not the middle of a street. He stopped walking and leaned back against
the side of a building. I looked around briefly, noticing that he hadn't
led me far. I could still hear the crackling of the fire, but the streets
were strangely empty. The police must have blocked off the roads because
of the blaze.
He crossed his arms lightly over his chest and crossed his legs at the
ankles, looking very relaxed. His clothing was dark, stretched tight across
his body. The shirt was plain and had a high collar. Over it he wore a
duster coat, despite the fact that it was entirely too hot for it. An
earring that glinted sliver in the light was in his right ear. He seemed
content to let me look at him and, for a time, I was quite happy to.
"My name is Duo," he said finally, wrapping his voice around
me. I shivered in the warm air.
Duo was smiling at me again, his face revealing nothing beyond light amusement.
I was annoyed, hot, and getting angry fairly quickly. I didn't appreciate
being led around by the nose, especially not like this. Nothing worked
like a little anger to regain your focus.
"What do you want?" I asked shortly.
"To talk, maybe," he said.
I shook my head at him in disbelief. I didn't doubt that was part of what
he wanted, but there had to be more, there was always something more.
The entire situation was almost laughable. I had no idea what he expected
of me and for that matter, I had no idea what I expected of him. Whatever
it was, I didn't think it would be a good thing.
"To know you, then," he said.
"Why?" It seemed like a fair question to me.
He shrugged. "I want to."
As much as I hated to admit it, that was a reason, though not a very good
one. But, it was why most of the human race did anything. I stared at
his face and tried to read the thoughts flowing through his eyes and saw
nothing aside from the warring colors. I tidily labeled what I was feeling
'unease' and thought about how to extract myself from his company.
"Come here," he said quietly. It was a direct command and I
found myself taking a half-step forward before I thought about it.
"I don't think so," I said, halting and shaking my head at him.
It was time for me to head back to the relative safety of my apartment,
away from Duo and his ideas.
A group of chattering teenagers passed by on the other side of the street,
making enough noise to nearly drown out the sounds of the fire. Distracted,
I glanced at them.
"No?" Duo's voice was low, barely above a murmur. He was standing
beside me, nearly whispering into my ear. The scent of wind and rain washed
over me and I almost looked up at the sky in search of clouds.
"Dammit," I said, taking a quick step back with my heart in
my throat. Just like last night in the corridor, I hadn't heard him move.
My pulse was racing again and I'd had enough. I turned to leave and I
felt his hand close over my wrist, stopping me. "Let go," I
said flatly, looking at him over my shoulder.
His lips quirked up slightly at the corners and he said, "No, not
this time, Heero."
I tensed and sucked in a sharp breath, narrowing my eyes as turned around
completely to meet his gaze. "Let go of me," I repeated slowly.
He kept his eyes locked with mine and released my wrist, taking a silent
step toward me, radiating confidence. The colors of his eyes swam, darkening,
and I felt a shiver pass over me in spite of the heat. I was rooted to
the ground and suddenly, I didn't want to leave him. That one irrational
thought scared me more that I'd like to admit, and my breathing turned
shallow, fueled by my fear and something else just as base and primal.
"I can taste it," he said, closing the distance between us.
"Taste it on my tongue like wine."
I swallowed hard enough to hurt my throat. "What?" I asked,
not certain I wanted to hear the answer.
Duo smiled at me again, and it wasn't friendly. He stood in front of me,
close enough that a deep breath would have made us touch. He trailed a
cool finger across my lips and down my throat, pressing against the pulse
there. "This," he said, bringing his face close and brushing
his lips over mine.
My eyes widened at the contact. Duo's lips, like his hands, were cool
against my skin, but not unpleasant. In fact, it was a little too pleasant,
his lips unbelievably soft, like velvet. His other hand curled in the
hair at the base of my neck, tipping my head back so he could press his
lips firmly against mine. He pulled away, far enough so that I could focus
on his face and very slowly, very deliberately, licked his lips.
"Why did you come out tonight, Heero?" he asked softly, sliding
the hand at my throat up and running it over my mouth.
"I had to," I said, not really understanding either why I did
or why he cared.
He seemed to like my answer, but said, "You should have stayed home.
Go home, Heero, and stay behind your walls of light where it's safe."
I frowned at him and he stepped back, his hands falling away from me.
"Go," he repeated.
The urge to do as he said was so strong that I almost stumbled out into
the street. I turned away from him, walking back to my apartment. The
further I went, the more like myself I felt and I realized that there
were some questions that I really wanted answers to. Something cool brushed
against my neck, making me shiver, and I didn't have to look to know that
he was gone. If I saw Duo again, and I had no doubt that I would, I'd
get the answers I wanted.
- - - - - - - - - - -
I was back at my apartment, sitting crossed-legged in the middle of my
bed and wearing only a ratty pair of red checkered pajama pants with black,
gray and white mixed in, when my mind finally decided to wake up. I almost
preferred it didn't, since it was running a mile a minute and getting
nowhere. My thoughts consisted of the rather clear visual of Duo's hands
and how they felt when he touched me. I flashed on the feeling of his
lips against mine and growled in frustration. At least I was feeling like
I was back on the planet now and not walking around in a daze.
I ran my hand through my hair for what had to be the hundredth time that
night and looked at the clock again. I'd somehow managed to waste a few
hours, the bright display read quarter to ten. I scooted back to lean
against the headboard and ran the entire evening through my head again.
It still didn't make much sense, although I had managed to come up with
a few conclusions - rather obvious ones. One, Duo was a certifiable nut.
An attractive nut with an amazing voice, but a nut nonetheless. Two, he
had somehow discovered my name, either before or after our meeting in
the hallway. I was much more comfortable with if it was after that, since
it would be an easy matter for him to find it if he knew my address. If
it was before . . . well, I didn't really want to think about that. I've
never been really comfortable with the concept of stalkers.
His interest in me was more than a little disturbing, and so where his
cryptic words. I wondered more than once just what he had meant by 'not
this time' and why he had asked what made me leave my apartment that night.
It was like he was waiting for me, even though logic told me that that
particular idea was completely unfounded. When it appeared in my head,
I had to acknowledge the thought that Duo had been a large part of the
reason for my restlessness today, but adamantly refused to even consider
that Duo had something directly to do with my leaving.
I gave another half-sigh, half-growl of annoyance. I almost wished I had
taken the offer Friday to go out, at least then I wouldn't be sitting
here, thinking about this. But I had the nagging feeling that I would
have met Duo no matter what I did. That thought didn't lead me into a
very restful night.
- - - - - - - - - - -
I woke up Sunday feeling much that same as I had yesterday. I had continually
woken up during the night, drenched in sweat and panting from yet another
dream. They were getting worse, and a lot clearer. I awoke to the morning
blaze with the sensation of hands on my hips and lips against my stomach.
The feeling lingered, and I rubbed the pads of my fingers over the tingling
skin. It was ridiculous.
I slumped back into my pillow and threw and arm over my eyes to block
out the light seeping through my drapes. I needed heavier curtains. A
few minutes later I scrubbed my hands over my face and finally got out
of bed, feeling thoroughly exhausted.
My apartment is clean, airy and comfortably modern. My bedroom is large
enough for a queen sized bed, a night table, a chair that ended up being
used as a place to toss my clothes, an old chest of drawers and an entertainment
center. I liked to sit or lie in bed to watch television, which is why
my living room looked different than most. I felt like I needed something
for my blue couch and matching chairs to focus on, so the fireplace that
I had never used was nominated.
The bathroom had a whirlpool bath, a separate shower stall, toilet and
pedestal sink, all white with chrome fixtures. The walls, like the rest
of the apartment, were off-white, making the bathroom the most severe
looking room. It was even a bit much for me, and I attempted to fix it
with a few prints and a large shelf. It helped a little. The appliances
in the kitchen were stainless steel, a look that most people thought cold
but that I found suited me fine.
A lukewarm shower helped clear my head a little, the first cup of bitter
coffee twenty minutes later even more so. I cradled the mug in my hands,
leaned against the counter and thought about what I needed to have done
for tomorrow, determinedly ignoring the irritating restlessness that was
growing in the back of my mind.
Several hours later, I was pacing the length of my apartment, scowling
at anything and everything that fell into my line of sight. I had that
same feeling again, that burning desire to be anywhere but here. I looked
out the window and the sun was still bright in the sky. It had to be at
least another few hours until sunset and I took a disturbing amount of
comfort in that fact. Thoroughly aggravated and furious with myself for
what I was about to do, I grabbed a light shirt to wear, since I had a
habit of wandering around in the privacy of my own apartment in only jeans
and socks; found my keys and left. I shoved the keys and my hands into
my pockets and proceeded to storm down the street. The look of alarm one
woman threw my way was strangely satisfying.
- - - - - - - - - - -
It was almost sunset, and I was still outside. I had made my way to the
Riverside area through the choking heat, nearly half way across town from
my building. I felt the same disconnected feeling, recognizing it this
time and actively fighting it off. Somehow, I knew where I had to go and
what would be waiting for me when I got there. The thought should have
sent me running in the opposite direction.
The Riverside is one of the darkest, corrupt, and most fascinating parts
of the city. It was where you went to sample the things that never dared
show their faces in the bright light of day. As far as these things go,
it was in a higher class than most and a lot safer than other parts of
town. Violence, when it wasn't a part of the entertainment, was frowned
upon and quickly dealt with.
The buildings were tall, reaching for a sky that was now colored a blazing
red. Through the clear glass doors, you could see men and women mingling
freely in lush, dark surroundings, sipping on glasses of the drink of
their choice. Some buildings had a more modern look, chunky and metallic.
The people there danced, holding brightly colored glasses with even brighter
liquids in their hands. Music poured from the open doors that spilled
shadows out into the street. It flowed on the thick air and forced its
way through you, daring you to come inside where the flashing, multicolored
lights threw your world off-balance. The entire area pulsed with a life
of its own, it was in places like these where the heartbeat of the night
As I walked quickly through the area, the sun set slowly, unwilling to
give up its place in the blood colored sky. In the end, it always failed
and the night gleefully embraced the city. Electric lights burst into
brightness, taking over the sun's role but providing none of its sparse
comfort. These lights didn't try to push back the night, they were more
like a part of it.
My path led me down to the river's edge where the water glittered with
the city lights. It was dimmer here, away from the majority of buildings
and their laughing occupants. I could barely make out the blurry outline
of the moon on the water, and it reminded me of how everything looked
last night through the haze of the heat.
It was full dark when I felt his presence at my back. I couldn't hear
him move, but I knew he was walking toward me. I shivered when his hands
slid over my shoulders to loop loosely around my neck and he leaned into
me, trailing his lips over the shell of my ear. His skin was warm tonight
and the smell of rain surrounded me. I realized that it was Duo's scent,
he smelled like the wind before a storm.
Duo's breath was hot on my neck when he spoke. "Welcome back, Heero."
Blue: Well. *grins and brushes hands off* That was fun.
Duo: I've got to agree. *eyes gleam eagerly* Yep, can't argue with that.
Heero: I could. *scowl*
Duo: But you won't, 'cuz you're having as much fun as I am.
Blue: I'm going to enjoy this. *leer*
Wufei: You have no shame.
Blue: Not a whit.
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