Author: Sita Seraph
Genre: Dark Angst
Pairing: 1x2, 2x2, 3x2, 2x4/4x2, 5x2
Rated: R NC-17
Warning: Willing rape (you´ll get it later on), lemons, swearing, abused/bastardized
Note: Because I'm stupid and I want things to go my way, I'm changing
the script people! Hell yeah, yes I am! In order of significant importance:
Wufei confronts Trieze, Heero destroys the shuttle with all those peace-loving
Ozzies (yeahuh), Quatre tries to kill Trowa, Trowa loses memory! YIPEE!
Some pieces are also based on the manga so watch out!
Started: May 4th, 2003
1st Draft Finished: June 15th, 2003
and finally being posted: April 30 or May 1st 2004
This + Part 11
I'll save you from all the
boring details of my waking besides this: I had a headache; I was on the
couch. And... uh, Heero? Yeah, Heero, must have still been asleep. He
must've dropped my unconscious body on the couch and had taken the bed,
which must have been in a separate room. I tightened my lips slightly
at that thought. Jerk. The least he could have done was give me the bed.
I was the guest after all. I sighed and let it go, too exhausted
from yesterday to hold up one thought for too long. Half of that night
was blurry though; mostly the whole episode of Heero picking me up. It
hurt to think, so I just closed my eyes and tried to will myself back
to sleep... but an insistent beeping from across the room kept my sluggish
brain awake. Peeking an eye open, I glared at Heero's laptop. Does that
boy bring that thing everywhere he goes?! Huffing in irritation, I thought
about finding the nearest super glue and strapping that thing forever
more on the desk it sat on. But I was too lazy to move from my position.
Even though the beeping noise was beginning to really get to me. A lot.
Stop it, I thought, glaring at the piece of technology.
It beeped happily on.
I considered my options. I could sacrifice the pillow I had and throw
it at the computer and HOPE my aim was good enough to knock the bloody
thing to the floor. Or I could get up and shut it off myself. But that
would mean staying up because once I made that special effort I would
no longer be tired to return to my haven of couch fluffiness. Of all the
days, Heero just had to leave that thing on and running. I sighed again,
squinting my eyes shut.
The computer blissfully beeped on.
Sighing again and resigning myself to fate, I threw back the blanket with
my legs, crawled out of bed, and dragged myself to the computer. Slumping
on the chair, I wiggled the mouse and the laptop sparked to life excitedly.
I squinted at all the things on the screen and realized they were all
e-mails, all open for prying eyes to see. Curious beyond belief, I noticed
some were from Quatre. Popping a thumb in my mouth and slowly chewing
on its nail, I glanced over my shoulder to see if Heero had stirred from
bed yet. There was no sign, of course. He'd kill me if he saw me snooping
around in his e-mail. But he also shouldn't have left it open like that
for me to peek at! Resigning with a dutiful right to do what I pleased,
even though I regarded Heero's trust and privacy to do so, I turned back
to the screen and curled my legs up on the chair. Some were from Quatre,
as you know, requesting Heero's assistance to search the city for me and
some were about my condition at the hospital, dating a few days back.
I clicked out of them, annoyed that Quatre hounded Heero so with 20 e-mails
just to look for my stupid hide. I wondered although if he was still looking
for me or if Heero got a hold of him after he knocked me out. To my glee
and my disappointment, there was nothing about Trowa in the e-mails. I
was curious to know just what happened after I ran away. Did they continue
to duke it out or had Quatre run after me, leaving Trowa in the dust?
I really hoped for the latter. Take that, you spying bastard.
I was surprised though, when I got through the thick weed of e-mails,
that there were some from Dr. J and Professor G. Hadn't those guys died
yet? I paused before opening them, thinking about the last time I had
talked to them. Hadn't it been during the war still? When was the last
time that I even saw G face to face? I looked over my shoulder again then
gave up my abused nail to play with a strand of loose hair as I turned
back around. I still didn't care for them overly much. They were crazy,
all of them. Without another thought, I opened the first one.
Message: Have you found 02 yet? It's important that you find him immediately,
01. He is very unstable.
I stopped stroking my hair across my cheek, eyes narrowing in suspicion.
Unstable? What would he know about me being unstable?
Message: There's something you must know about 02, 01. Reply immediately.
Well, aren't they a caring bunch of coconuts? I snorted before dropping
my strand of hair and rubbing my hands over my bare legs. I pushed the
‘reply' button angrily with the mouse a second later and moved my hands
to the keyboard. If there was something important to know about me, shouldn't
I know too?
To: G and J
Message: 02 is in custody. What should I know about him?
Brooding with curiosity, I punched the ‘send' button.
My reply came back two minutes later.
I was mortified later, that even though I was in a heavy state of shock,
I couldn't help the tears tracking my face. I tried to stop them when
I was running down the hall, but that only encouraged them. I tried wiping
them away from my face while I was hotwiring Heero's car, but they just
replaced themselves while I was driving. I tried to think of something
else while I sat at stoplights, but that just made me think about them
more. Even music couldn't drown out what I knew now. What I didn't want
to know. But I had every right to.
At first, I didn't know where I was going. I just kept heading straight,
sometimes taking turns when I had to, and continued to run away. But no
matter how hard I pushed on the gas pedal, it was there. No matter how
loud I blasted the stereo it was there. Even if I refused to look in
my rearview mirrors, the truth was there and smiling at me in the colors
of white and red.
I eventually got some hold on myself and directed my stolen car towards
the cabin outside the city. I had to get my things and run run away
from everyone and everything I knew. I had to start over. Disappear and
begin all over again. It was the only way had to be the only way. I
would let go of all of them and of everything I knew. I had to. You know
why I had to? Why I had to erase everything and run so far away?
Because everything I knew, thought I knew they were nothing but lies.
Yes. That included my love for Quatre.
I drove quietly up to the cabin, instead of rushing there in a frenzy.
I looked around for any recognizable cars or anything of transportation.
When I was sure that no one seemed to be around or in the house, I slowly
cut the engine and pulled the car into park. Clicking open my door cautiously,
I stepped onto the gravel and walked gravely to the cabin. I kept my eyes
casted to the ground, wiping my eyes slightly because they seemed gritty
and old. I thought back to the last couple of days as I climbed the stairs
and realized just how twisted everything was in my reality. Although it
seemed like ages ago, I remembered quite clearly my anger and thirst for
revenge as I lay immobile on my hospital bed. How I changed from that
to a lovesick puppy all over again as soon as I saw an opening into Quatre's
life again, that blank spot by his side where Trowa had vacated because
I happened to say some crafty and poetic words. From that to being beaten
up, shocked, and running away with a head full of questions that I didn't,
at that time, know the answers to.
I do now, I snorted half-heartedly, and opened the door, walking inside.
So, instead, I had gotten myself drunk and threw myself into a pile of
horny teenagers and perverts what had I been thinking then? Here I was,
asexual as day, and then wanting to throw myself into a huge orgy fest.
I knew the answers to that too.
Then I had stumbled around and Heero had just happened to find me. I had
yelled at him and forgot myself and... I remember hitting him and...
//”Everything I said was just a bunch of bullshit!”//
//"Is-Is that what you think of me? Just some... some lay?"//
Isn't that what you always thought I was, Heero? I thought, holding one
of my sore temples and trailing my limp hand along the banister as I walked
up the stairs. Or maybe I was wrong. Maybe he always did think more highly
of me and I just...
God, I was just so confused...
How could I trust what was in my head? How could anyone? Did I twist everything
around and make it all seem like I was the one that had been wronged
somehow? Or did all the things I thought I witnessed, felt, and went though
were those things real? How could I trust myself when I seemed to be
so lost now? How could I trust the images in my head that surrounded me?
Trust the yells and the words echoing in my ears? Trust my past, my present,
and my assumptions of the near-future?
Would you trust me?
I looked in the mirror now and all I saw was uncertainty. Before, I was
confident with myself, with the decisions that I made. I didn't have any
doubts where the scars on my body had come from. I didn't worry that the
pain I felt inside wasn't real. But now... I don't know. Did they
really treat me that bad? Or did my mind make me think they did? That's
the trick about your head, you see. About first person point of view.
How could you be sure that you just switched the meaning wrong out of
a select section of words? That you twisted it up until it was insulting
when it could actually be... complimentary.
No! I shook my head violently, leaning heavily against the doorframe of
my room. I couldn't have imagined all of it... not all of it. I had to
start thinking about before... before Oz captured me. Could I recall that
time, so long ago? It had to begin... begin...
It began when the war started getting worse. Worse on us, it seemed. Heero
was to the point of stalking family members of the men he had killed and
asking them to kill him. It was then the doctors finally decided to step
in and it came in a little red and white pill.
Which they had given... to me.
Suddenly and without warning, my legs gave out underneath me and I sank
to the floorboards, staring across the room. I remembered now. I remembered
and I realized. I realized the final answer to the question I had been
Yes. The answer was yes. Yes, Duo. Yes, it is your entire fault.
I fisted my heads in my hair and quelled the urge to scream my head off.
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