Title: Life Blood
Warnings: Yaoi, AU, Relena/Zechs bashing, death fic, Lemon and dark eventually
Spoilers: none, AU
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Baby, I've been here before,
I know this room,
I've walked this floor,
I use to live alone before I knew you,
I've seen your flag on the marble arch,
It's a cold and it's a broken
Duo stared at the door for the longest time. This was not happening, the
chestnut haired boy shook his head. This could *not* be happening.
Not his Hilde, his beautiful, sweet, kind and loving Hilde.
Wufei stood, answering the door, shirtless, his raven hair out, flowing
behind him like a sail in the wind. He opened it slightly, spoke for a
few moments to Roger on the other side and then closed it. He rested his
head against the closed door, his body stiff with tension.
And Duo knew with sickening certainty that it was true, it was not some
grotesque joke someone was playing for kicks. Even Quatre was sitting
beside him, curled in a little ball, sobbing so hard his frail body shook
as if it would break with every single cry.
And Hilde wasn't here to comfort the small blonde she liked so much. .
His scream rocketed around the room, shaking the walls and two paintings
fell from them. "It's not true." Hands reached for him but Duo shook out
of them. He would not be held now, he had to find Hilde, to show them
all she was fine and well and happy. She would treat them all to a Sundae
for falling for her little trick. It was something Hilde would do.
And yet the pain, the anger and heartbreak surged up through him. That
he'd never see her again. Her smile, her tears, or her laughter. All gone
forever in a blink of an eye.
"It CAN'T be true," the boy screamed, again moving away from another set
of hands. "Hilde, come back. God where are you Hilde? HILDE!"
He screamed and screamed, no longer words but massive shouts and wails.
So much pain, anger and disbelief. It sounded like someone was dying.
And he was, Duo's life crashed around him again, like it had so many times
before. But Hilde, who had been there through it all with him, now wasn't.
She was gone. Hilde was dead. He wanted her back, now, right now. "Give
me back my Hilde," the cry echoed through the school, so full of anguish.
The soft sound brought Duo's currently lolling head to fall back into
place and he found his eyes on Quatre. The blonde was kneeling on the
bed, his blonde hair mussed into his sea green eyes. Illuminated by the
sunlight that streamed in behind him he seemed to glow in an unearthly
light that personified the whole of Quatre. His cheeks were stained with
tears, his eyes red and his lips trembled with the barely controlled need
to sob aloud.
But his delicate arms were out stretched and beckoning to Duo. For a moment
Duo resisted the call of one of the boys he loved. But only for a moment.
He hiccupped, the sobs breaking free a second later. He stumbled, tripped
and fell back onto the bed, all but landing on Quatre. Quatre lifted and
cradled him, resting his cheek to the top of his head, letting his tears
soak his long hair.
And Duo cried, his body shaking and shuddering as the cries continued
to fall from his lips. The tears that never before flowed came easily;
years of pain, guilt and torment drained out from beneath his eyelids.
The deaths of Solo, Father Maxwell and Sister Helen, which for years had
plagued him seemed to stop as Quatre held him. He could dimly feel the
blonde's hand running through his hair as the other three sat on the bed.
Trowa rested an arm around Quatre's shoulder, watching as Wufei rested
his head in Heero's lap, the Japanese man slipping his fingers beneath
the free locks of Wufei's raven hair.
The five stars shining bright stayed like that for some time, the light
around them dimmed as they mourned the passing of a loved one. Someone
forever gone from their lives, who's own light was snuffed from the candle
of life. And for one moment in time nothing separated them, no social
standing, no racial background and no strange upbringing. They were like
one life-force fused together out of a necessity greater than any of them.
And they felt whole and complete, safe and loved for the first time in
their entire lives.
Duo's hand reached for Trowa's just as he reached for Quatre's. Quatre
took Wufei's and Wufei clung to Heero's. Heero reached out and lifted
Duo's, bring it to his lips and kissing it softly. The feeling tingled
through everyone's hands and they knew true peace.
Why did they always insist that you had to come to the morgue to identify
a body? Duo stood, his eyes drooping tiredly from the emotional outpouring
earlier in the morning. He had left his hair in the braid that he always
wore more out of habit than anything else. His clothes were black, as
always and today loose instead of form-fitting. He didn't feel like being
sexy on today of all days. Heero stood beside him, a black band wrapped
around his upper arm, a family tradition apparently.
They stood, waiting for the gentlemen who had led them into this room
to return. Duo looked around without really noticing the assorted objects
that lay around the cluttered office. He was running on autopilot, allowing
Heero to guide him just about everywhere, first to the reception of the
school to the police officers. Past the whispering students, and then
here with the police. He still couldn't quite grasp what was going on
around him. He didn't remember if he answered any of the questions he
had been asked, but he did remember Heero telling the officer to shove
off and leave them alone.
He had almost smiled at Heero getting protective and nearly giggled. But
he couldn't, so he hadn't. And now they were here, in this horrible place
that smelled so much of death and decay that Duo felt his empty stomach
wretch violently. It was only Heero's hand on his shoulder that prevented
him from throwing up.
"Steady Duo," he whispered softly before taking him in his arms, letting
his lips press into the top of his head. "I have you Duo, I won't let
Duo sighed, allowing himself to rest lightly in the arms of one of the
men he loved. What would he have done had they not been here for him today.
"This way gentlemen." A young woman in a lab coat commanded their attention
softly and they both followed her as she led them down a multitude of
hallways. They entered the room with another doctor, a young man this
time, and the two police officers that had brought them here. And there
was a metal slab in the middle of the room. Duo felt distinctly queasy.
Heero kept a guiding hand on his shoulder and Duo took some comfort from
it. But it didn't make him feel any better. The doctor lifted the sheet
and Duo's world spun in all directions. Hilde's face was pale, her lips
blue, but thankfully her eyes had been closed and Duo did not have to
stare into those frozen depths. It hurt, oh it hurt so much to look upon
his best friend, his Hilde. He almost fell but Heero's sudden and warm
embrace caught him, keeping him steady. He was crying again, twice in
one day when he had sworn as a child he would never cry.
It was a surprise when he felt Heero stiffen with his arms around him.
He felt the other boy try to move him away from Hilde's prone body. He
looked back and realized why. She made his hair stand on end. "Oh god
no," Duo whimpered as he collapsed then, screaming out in pain.
Quatre lay on the bed, in Trowa's arms, crying softly to himself as Trowa,
ever quiet, caressed his pale skin. Duo had said he couldn't go with him,
that he had heard enough today to last a lifetime.
And at the moment Quatre believed him. He had never felt this horrible,
this worn out, not even when his father had died. It was like he was contending
with the heart ache of more then one person-
The phone rang, startling Quatre until Trowa's warm hands stilled his
movements, making him feel much better. He dimly heard Wufei pick up the
phone and talk into it for a few moments. He could not believe Hilde was
gone, the lovely girl who had touched his heart.
Wufei was speaking softly to him and Quatre lifted his heavy head from
Trowa's lap to look up at him. Wufei had his hand over the mouth piece
of the phone and was handing it to him. "It's for you."
Quatre somehow managed to take the phone from him, but could not remember
how he managed it even as he brought it to his ear. "Hello?" his voice
croaked out the greeting and sounded alien to his ears.
"Quatre?" came the voice on the other end, it was Iria, his sister. "I
finally found you, you haven't answered your room phone so I had to call
the front desk to find you. They were reluctant to give me this number
but once I told them who I was- Quatre?"
Quatre was crying, sobbing softly into the phone and Quatre could almost
hear his older sister wilt on the other side of the phone as she listened
to him, "O Iria, Hilde, she's... she's," he didn't get much further before
bursting into tears.
Trowa took the phone from Quatre's hands even as Wufei reached out and
took the crying boy in his arms, rocking him back and forth, making soothing
noises in his ear. Trowa put the phone to his own ear.
"Who is this," Iria said suddenly, worried about Quatre, "Put my brother
"I'm sorry Miss, Quatre's in no state to talk to anyone-"
"Look, I don't care who you are, what's wrong with my brother? And who
is this Hilde, is she his girlfriend?"
"No," Trowa said softly, caressing Wufei's cheek sadly. "Hilde passed
away this morning and she and Quatre were good friends."
"O Allah," Iria whispered on the other end, "Is Quatre all right?"
"He will be, he's with friends, I'm sorry I can't let you-"
"That's all right, can I. . . Can I get the name of the young man whom
obviously loves my brother?" Trowa couldn't deny the fact that Quatre's
older sister was quick.
"Trowa, Miss Iria, Trowa Barton, and there are another three of us."
Iria was quiet for a moment before she answered, "When Quatre is feeling
better will you get him to call me. If I'm not home with Rashid I'll be
at work. He has both numbers and he can call any time."
"I'll make sure he does Miss-"
"Please, it's just Iria."
"Of course Iria, and thank you for understanding," Trowa murmured, still
stroking Wufei's cheek.
"Your welcome," the fiery woman sounded much more subdued, "and next time
we'll talk properly Master Trowa, look after each other." And then she
was gone and Trowa pulled both Wufei and Quatre into a warm embrace.
"It's alright," he whispered, "Everything will be all right. . ."
Heero led Duo in through their door, to Trowa and Wufei who both took
hold of the longhaired boy. Wufei looked questioningly at Heero, who just
shook his head and went back out the door, closing it behind him. Wufei
did not question the Japanese boy, he had looked so irate that Wufei didn't
like his chances of survival had he said anything.
And he was furious, he stalked three hallways away from the room, the
other students giving him a wide birth rather then cross his path.
It was in a dark hallway where he stopped, one strong hand wrapping around
the neck of the figure that was obviously waiting for him. He slammed
them against the wall, enjoying the thud it made.
"Was it you?" He hissed, the words shuddering with barely contained fury.
And the figure had the gall to laugh. "Of course, how else was I to get
your attention? Of course, I'd never do such a thing personally, but I
did arrange it."
Heero growled, going to slam the body against the wall again. "If you
don't listen to me Heero I may be forced to go after something more. .
Heero stopped, his eyes narrowing, "What?"
"You are so thick sometimes! Couldn't you smell it on him? He's tainted,
he killed one of us and now," The demon licked those lips hungrily, "I
wouldn't mind doing that one myself."
"You won't," Heero hissed, "Touch him, they all stay out of this."
"Then join us and we won't have to hurt another one." The figure laughed
again, the sound empty. "Think it over, I'm sure you don't want another
death now do you?"
Heero dropped the creature in distaste, storming away. Someone else joined
the figure in the hallway.
"She was nice, can I do another?" the voice drawled out the words in a
"The principal, I want her out of the way and then keep an eye on those
four, but the blonde one," the delicate tongue darted out, tasting the
blood that had welled up on the lips after Heero had thrown it against
the wall, "is mine."
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