[FIC} :: Insert Name Here:: - April's Duo Challenge
Title: ::Insert Name Here::
Author: black_hairgirl
Summary: Duo, Circus, Dark... no, not as dark as I would like. Prompts: Tentacles, Threesome, Something Else: DEATH
This is a multi-part fic, and will be completed at a later time with a different challenge. Thanks in advance.
April Challenge:
The audience held a unified breath as the lithe woman in a tutu chucked yet another glistening dagger at the clown, who stood willingly strapped to a circular board.
Thump!
That one struck the wood so hard Duo thought he saw a splinter or two fly from beside the clown's head. He gripped his knees reflexively and nervously began to grind his teeth. How could Quatre be so calm?
He tore his eyes away from Catherine setting up another toss to glance to his right where Quatre sat quietly on the bleacher beside him, watching the act with an impassive expression. Maybe he had seen this act one too many times?
His eyes reluctantly drifted back to Trowa, who hung helplessly from the round board, his body gradually becoming outlined with multicolored knives and daggers. Something about this sick little act didn't settle well with Duo. He couldn't understand how people found entertainment in watching someone almost get stabbed by a knife. That wasn't to say he didn't think Catherine's throwing skills weren't impressive, however couldn't she just show off throwing at a paper cut out of a clown rather than her supposed long lost brother?
"I think I am gonna be sick." Duo finally muttered, mostly to himself than to anyone in particular. Of course, Quatre heard him and reacted in his usual good-natured way.
"Are you OK, Duo? You look pale. Let's get some fresh air." The blond suggested, placing a pale hand on Duo's twitching shoulder.
"Yeah. Air. Right." Duo finally croaked, taking that suggestion as a cue to run. He hopped up as fast as he could and darted through a few onlookers off of the bleachers. A few seconds later he found himself standing just outside of the large red and white striped circus tent. The artificial colony lights of L3 were blindingly bright as opposed to the dim lighting from within the tent itself. He rubbed his eyes a few times in attempt to help them adjust.
"It is hard to watch at first." Quatre's voice said from behind him. He dropped his hands and spun around to regard his friend with a frown.
"I don't know how you can stand watching that. I mean, jeez. It was just too intense. Maybe if I didn't know the guy..." Duo began rubbing at the back of his neck vigorously, trying to shake off the sick feeling in the gut of his stomach.
Quatre stepped up beside him and tucked his hands into his pockets, smiling faintly, "You're a good friend, Duo. Don't feel bad about caring. However, he is fine. He trusts his sister, and she trusts in herself never to hurt him. When I watch that act, that is what I see. Don't look at it as a near death experience, but as a display of love and trust."
Duo's eyes widened at the thought, and he couldn't help but laugh at Quatre's smushy interpretation. He supposed he may have been right. He stopped rubbing the back of his neck and clapped his hand against Quatre's back roughly.
"Ya know, you're too damn nice."
Quatre smiled brightly and laughed before grabbing the sleeve of Duo's hoodie. "Come on, let's go wait for Trowa in his trailer. He should be done soon, then we can have some fun."
"Fun? I hope it doesn't involve knives..." Duo said jokingly, following the blond around the back of the tent towards a small silver trailer. They climbed into its cramped confines. Inside there was nothing but a bed, a small table and a chair. Sparse. And Duo thought Heero had a boring room. "This it? Man, this is smaller than my dorm room."
Quatre smiled and shrugged his shoulders before slumping with a sigh onto Trowa's bed, hands absently kneading the plain white sheets. "I suggested getting a nicer one a while back, but he said this one has sentimental value," Quatre replied before pointing at a small shelf over Duo's head. Duo blinked and looked up, immediately spotting a small smiling lion plushy perched high above his head. Beside it was a photograph of Trowa and his sister in costume, posing together. Next to that was an enormous shell casing, dented in the middle and singed with gunpowder.
"Heh, a shell casing from Heavyarms?" Duo asked, though he knew the answer before Quatre could nod his head. "Awesome. You think he misses it?"
"No. I don't miss it." Trowa said as he entered the trailer, having overheard Duo. The braided boy jumped, startled, before spinning around on his heels to face the former Heavyarms pilot.
"Heh! Nice show, you were really great!" Duo said in a chipper voice. Trowa slipped his mask from his face and set it on the shelf beside the photograph. He shrugged off his suspenders and let them hang loosely from his waist.
"Thanks, I am glad you liked it," Trowa said quietly, eyeing Duo with an exposed green eye before glancing over at Quatre, who merely smiled back.
"That was your last show for today, right?" Quatre finally asked, not moving from his seat on the bed. Trowa nodded and began to peel off costume's multicolored top. Duo averted his eyes out of politeness, looking down at Quatre. As he did he noticed Quatre didn't bother to look away at all.
"Yes. I don't have another show until tomorrow afternoon. Three o'clock." Trowa said while undressing, exchanging his clown outfit for a simple pair of jeans and white t-shirt. "So I am free to do whatever you would like until then."
Duo blinked as he watched Quatre's response to that statement. Was he grinning? Quatre... grinning? The expression wasn't one Duo had seen the blond make before. Sure, the other boy was notorious for smiling sweetly. He even smirked a lot, but never had Duo ever seen Quatre Winner grin like a Cheshire cat. The sight made Duo suddenly feel very uncomfortable.
"Uh... well, maybe we can go check out the other parts of the circus. Don't you have a zoo or something here?" Duo said, desperately trying to change the subject. Quatre's expression shifted and he smiled happily once more, his normal default expression.
"Oh yes, there is a small area where the animals are kept between performances, right Trowa? And there is a performance tent as well. Is the strong man here today?" The blond asked in a perky voice. Trowa crossed his arms over his chest and nodded, returning Quatre's smile.
"Yeah. Come on, I'll show you around." Trowa said, leading the other two out of the tent and onto the circus grounds.
Duo was amazed at how big the circus actually was. The big top was the part most people got to see, but behind the scenes were were countless trailers that housed the performers and workers. A practice ring was set up in a nearby field as well, where a pair of white horses were galloping in circles practicing their new act. A giant trampoline was set up as well, where gymnasts and acrobats bounced high into the air doing somersault after somersault. Trowa even let Duo have a go at it while Quatre watched on from the ground below. After about an hour of bouncing around Duo was exhausted, so they walked over to a cluster of picnic tables where a magician and a troupe of midgets were eating soup Trowa's sister had made. It was quite possibly the tastiest soup Duo had ever had. Afterwards they went to the "freakshow" tent where Trowa introduced him to the bearded lady, the strong man, the lizard girl, the two-headed cow and the circus's "authentic" unicorn.
"Wow, this is crazy. Hey, maybe they should put Wu Fei in this freak show as "Anal-Retentive Boy" Duo said happily, never missing a chance to crack a joke on the Chinese pilot. "Or you guys can hire Heero as The Indestructable Man!" Duo exclaimed, laughing happily as he moved from stall to stall waving at all of the freaks of nature. Trowa smiled and followed him closely, nodding a greeting to all of his co-workers as he went. Quatre had fallen behind, having engrossed himself in a conversation with the bearded lady about how to grow facial hair.
At the end of the narrow walkway between the freakshow acts Duo spotted a small stall covered with a thick curtain. "Hey, what's behind there?" He asked Trowa, who had padded along slowly behind him. Trowa regarded the curtain for a moment before glancing back at Duo.
"That is our new exhibit. It is called The Kracken. We haven't advertised it yet. It came in just yesterday."
Duo's eyes widened, "The Kracken? Like the monster from the pirate stories? Seriously? I wanna see!" He reached over to pull the curtain but paused to glance over at Trowa, waiting for permission. Trowa nodded and followed Duo as he ducked through the dark fabric. Inside was an enormous tank, about the size of a large coffin, standing upright. Within was a green humanoid figure floating in silence, unmoving. Its arms and legs were replaced by long, slimy green tentacles and its head was framed by various smaller ones, each appendage lined with yellow suction cups. It had eyelids which seemed to be closed, flaring gills on either side of its neck that rippled slowly in the water, and a mouth shaped like a beak.
"Holy... shit..." Duo murmured, leaning in close to get a better look at the object within. "That thing is sick looking. It looks so real! I mean..." He reached up to tap the glass. It didn't move, or rouse from its slumber. "What is that made of? Latex? Rubber?"
"I don't know." Trowa said truthfully, eyeing the creature in the tube. "I have no idea where it came from, or if it is real or not."
Duo grinned, "Cool!"
Trowa shrugged, unaffected by the "coolness" and simply leaned against a nearby tent post, "It is creepy."
Duo nodded. "Creepy, but friggin' cool looking!"
"Guys? Hey, where did you go?" Quatre's voice came from somewhere on the opposite side of the curtain. Duo grinned and winked at Trowa before inching closer to the curtain. He peeked through it and saw Quatre looking high and low for him. With a wicked laugh he reached through the fabric, grabbed the blond by the arm and yanked him into the closed stall. With a shove he pushed him against the glass of the Kracken's enclosure.
"OMIGOSH!" Quatre yelled loudly as he was shoved. He pressed his hands against the glass and pushed himself away from the grotesque creature. "What is that!?"
Duo burst out into wicked laughter at Quatre's girly cry and nearly doubled over at the sight of the blond's eyes widening at the sight of the Kracken.
"It is gonna get you, that's what!" Duo said in his best creepy voice, inching up closer behind Quatre. He grabbed the other boy's shoulders with his hands and tickled them. "Oooga booga booga!"
"Ugh!" Quatre exclaimed in disgust, shrugging Duo's hands from his shoulders. "That is hideous... " Fear gone, he merely laughed along with Duo before leaning in to get a better look at the floating figure. "It looks so real..."
Trowa smiled at Duo's antics and slid up behind Quatre, peering over his shoulder to look at the monster. "I think it is Duo's long lost mother."
Duo scowled and reached up to thwap Trowa good on the back of the head, "Yar har har. Very funny."
Trowa grinned, straightened to a full stand and laughed. Duo smiled and stepped away from the creepy Kracken before giving Trowa a mock glare.
"Yuck it up! Ha ha ha! So, what now. It is gettin' kinda late." Duo glanced down at his watch. It was nearly 8 o'clock and he would have to leave soon to catch his shuttle. "I better get going soon..."
"Do you have to?" Quatre asked sweetly, turning away from the Kracken to regard Duo with his best puppy-dog look. "Can't you just stay a little longer? We haven't even gone to the party yet."
"Party?"
Trowa nodded with a smile. "Today is my birthday, remember?"
Duo's eyes widened. Trowa's birthday? Was that why Quatre had asked him to visit? He hadn't known anything about it before. "Uh... yeah, I remember!" Duo lied.
Quatre smirked, cast a glance over his shoulder at the Kracken floating unmoving within the tank, and began walking towards the main hall of the freakshow tent. "We better get going then!"
They made their way through the circus grounds to a large animal tent, where a large group of people were settling up bales of hay for people to sit. A long piece of wood on two sawhorses provided a makeshift table where kegs of colony beer and bottles of various liquors were settled. The ringmaster of the show climbed up onto the table once everyone was present. Duo looked around and saw that the midgets from lunch were gathered beside the door, each with a tall bottle of beer in their pudgy hands cheering loudly. A group of clowns in full costume sat on a pile of hay beside the zebra pen singing a silly song while throwing back shots, and the acrobats were standing on their heads chugging beer from a long orange tube.
The ringmaster gave a rousing speech, everyone sang happy birthday, and then Duo began his drinking competition with Trowa- matching him drink for drink. Eight beers, four shots of Grey Goose, and two "Dirty Bong Waters" later Duo was feeling mighty nice and had consented to allowing the midgets to do body shots off of his chest.
"Q-Quatre!!!" Duo wailed loudly, looking over at the blond who was sitting on a nearby bale of hay with Trowa's sister, sipping a fruit punch and looking all to sober. "Come 'ere! Come 'ere for a sec!" He yelled, laughing as another midget slurped up a Buttery Nipple shot from his belly button. Quatre smiled, excused himself from Catherine, and made his way over to Duo with a happy smile.
"You look like you're having fun!" Quatre exclaimed, stifling a laugh at the sight of Duo covered in sticky alcohol residue (and possibly lots of midget spit).
"Hell yeah! These circus folk know how to party!" Duo yelled, his voice cracking. "Come on, take a shot offa me!"
Quatre smiled and shook his head slowly, "Sorry, Duo. I don't drink."
Duo frowned. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, his head spinning. "What? Oh... yeah, I forgot. Sorry. I just ... feel kinda bad. You are too sober, dude."
Quatre nodded and placed a hand on Duo's bare shoulder. "Don't worry, Duo. I am still having a great time."
Duo shook his head. "Naw... naw, I don't believe you. You gotta do something, you are standing upright. I wanna see you all fucked up!"
This made Quatre laugh. He nodded and squeezed Duo's shoulder gently. "Well, if you want I CAN do something else. Come with me for a second."
Duo grinned and, with Quatre's help, hauled himself up off of the table. The world swayed and swung around him, but somehow he managed to get through the tent's flap and out into the cool dark night. He grabbed Quatre's hand and held it tightly, afraid that if he let go he would lose him. The blond led him through the dimly let grounds and through a small flap in a nearby tent. It was quiet inside, except for the occasional munching and mooing of the two-headed cow.
"Hey, this is the ... freak tent right?" Duo asked, his language slurring. Quatre nodded.
"Yes." He reached into his pocket and grabbed a small case. It looked like a card holder at first, but after he opened it Duo noticed a series of brightly colored pills inside.
"Quatre... what the hell is that. You... you do DRUGS!?"
Quatre's eyes widened as he clapped his hand over Duo's mouth. "Shhhh! He quiet. And yes, sometimes. I can't drink, and I should be able to have a good time every once in a while." He picked out a small blue pill from his case and popped it into his mouth.
"Quatre. That's ecstasy!" Duo wailed incredulously. The blond nodded, snapped the case closed and pocketed it once more.
"You are very observant," he teased, poking Duo on the nose. "Don't tell anyone, okay?"
Duo nodded his head vigorously, but quickly wished he hadn't. With a groan he grabbed his head and doubled forward, clutching onto Quatre's pale blue button-up shirt. "Woah... stop moving."
Quatre chuckled. "I am not moving, Duo."
"Yes you are! Stop it, I say!"
The blond laughed and wrapped his arms around Duo's waist, holding him up against his body. Duo leaned heavily against him, all dead weight. Quatre pat his back gently.
"Stand up, you dummy."
"I am standing!"
"No, you are laying on me."
Huh? Duo looked up and realized he had knocked Quatre flat on his back on the hay-laden floor of the tent. The blond was laughing loudly now, wriggling playfully beneath him. Now, Duo could have thought "well, I am drunk and he is rubbing up against me" as an excuse for what his body was starting to do- but that wouldn't be right. He had always thought Quatre was cute, and though he would have probably never acted on this sort of impulse sober he would take the opportunity to mess around now that he was drunk. Who needed inhibitions? Besides, if Quatre wasn't interested in him he wouldn't have dragged him into a private place like this, right?
In Duo's world that was right. He growled playfully and began wrestling with the blond on the ground. "Oooohahahahaaaa Quatre, I am the Kracken! I am here to tentacle rape you!" He said in his eeriest, though very drunken voice. Being considerably stronger than the other young man it wasn't difficult to pin Quatre's arms over his head. Quatre continued to laugh, and showed no signs of displeasure. Duo took that as a sign to continue. He pinned the blond's hands over his head with one hand, pressing them firmly into the clean hay. His other slowly rubbed Quatre's side, fingers wiggling to tickle him. Quatre gasped and laughed even harder, thrashing playfully to try and get away.
"No! NO, stop! Hahahahaaa! P...please Duo, hahahahaaa!" Quatre giggled, panting as he tried to catch his breath. Duo noticed his cheeks were getting bright pink, and his eyes were watering from laughing, sparkling trails running from the outside edges of his eyes to slide down either side of his face. Duo smirked and leaned in closer to the blond's face, lips brushing against his.
"Shhh, Quatre. Don't be too loud, you'll wake the Kracken!" Duo slurred loudly, lowering his mouth to smother Quatre's in attempt to 'silence' him. Quatre grew still as he did, and Duo immediately began to curse himself. Just as he was about to pull away from Quatre, fearing he had taken it too far, the blond deepened the kiss. He could feel Quatre's lithe body arching up from the ground to meet his and heard a soft moan escape his throat.
That was as good of an invitation as any!
Duo body responded automatically, pressing down against Quatre's firmly. He rocked his hips into the other boy's gently, pleased at the pleasant groan the blond made in response. This tongue prodded roughly into Quatre's soft, warm mouth exploring every inch of it. He let go of the blond's hand and began roughly tearing off his light blue shirt, exposing his pale flesh in the darkness. He could feel Quatre shudder beneath him as he did. His own jeans were the tightest they had ever been, and his erection ached in anticipation. He didn't know what he was doing, or what Quatre would do. In reality, he had only messed around with another guy a few times and those instances had only been blow jobs. There was just something about Quatre that was appealing. Maybe it was the fact that Duo felt extremely comfortable around him that compelled him to do this. Acting on impulse alone, he broke off their kiss which had gotten exceptionally sloppy, and dropped his mouth to cover one of the blond's small pale nipples. Quatre cried out as Duo's lips came in contact with his sensitive flesh and began to shudder violently against the ground.
"Duo... please, don't..."
Duo blinked and narrowed his eyes. Why was he telling him to stop? He certainly didn't seem like he wanted Duo to stop. Maybe Quatre was into that rape stuff? Well, Duo didn't mind being the dominant one in this scenario. As punishment for his opposition he nipped Quatre's nipple roughly. Quatre shuddered again and made a strangled noise in the back of his throat. He ran his hands down the other boy's chest and to his groin and began to rub around there firmly. Quatre thrashed around for a second before planting his hands against Duo's shoulders.
"N-n...no..."
Now Duo was getting angry, and honestly he didn't much feel like taking "no" for an answer. Maybe Quatre needed more persuasion? He felt the small pill case in Quatre's pocket. He pushed it out and opened it before popping a few of the pills into his mouth. Just as Quatre opened his mouth to protest again he kissed him, forcing the pills into his mouth with his tongue. The blond boy gagged softly, trying to fight off Duo's skillful tongue. However, he lost the battle and with a gulp swallowed. Duo leaned back and gave him a triumphant grin.
"Why don't you ease up and try to have a little fun?" He asked quietly, rocking his hips into Quatre's for emphasis. The blond shook his head and shuddered.
"I can't... Trowa..."
Duo's eyes widened. Trowa? What did Trowa have to do with anything? It then occurred to his blurry intoxicated mind that Quatre and Trowa might be an item. He had suspected that they had been messing around for some time now, but having never been in a serious relationship himself, he hadn't given them dating any thought whatsoever.
"Trowa won't mind..." Duo said with a growl, caressing Quatre's cheek with the back of his hand. "You gotta just try to relax."
"Duo's right."
Duo nearly jumped out of his skin as he heard Trowa's voice permeate the dark tent. The tall youth appeared from the dark curtain covering the Kracken exhibit. Duo could feel Quatre tense up beneath him.
"You should try to relax..." Trowa said softly, his eyes half-lidded. He was smiling down at them, and Duo had a feeling the boy was just as drunk as he was.
And that was hot.
Duo smiled up at Trowa before glancing down at Quatre. "See, Trowa don't mind." He rubbed Quatre's crotch again and leaned down to nibble at the blond's neck. Quatre responded with a moan but didn't move. Duo knew he would have to convince him further. "Maybe Trowa will let me fuck you..." he whispered against the wet spot he had made on the Quatre's neck, losing himself in the mixture of excitement and pleasure.
He was shocked to hear Trowa laughing loudly behind him. He sat up abruptly and looked up at the former Heavyarms pilot with a confused expression. "What's so funny?"
Trowa grinned, placing his hands on his hips. "Is that what you think? Then you've got it all wrong." He stepped closer and looked down at Quatre with a knowing smile. "Quatre never takes..."
Duo blinked a few times, trying to process what Trowa meant. Then it hit him. He turned to look down at Quatre, shocked. "You... you don't?"
"Of course not." Quatre purred, his eyes taking on a strange energy. "If you intend on fucking anyone you better ask Trowa. I don't do that."
Duo gulped. He felt a little sheepish. He had just assumed that Quatre would ... well, you know. Be the "girl" of the relationship, and he couldn't help but blush. That was completely unexpected for him.
He felt awkward. Somehow he had managed to get himself alone, with a drunk Trowa and a drugged and horny Quatre, in what would be a potentially intense gay sex triangle.
Except that this writer hardly writes that kind of stuff. Sorry to frustrate!
He pushed himself up off of the blond and stood up to a swaying stand. Trowa reached down to help Quatre up, hooking his arm around the blond's waist to steady him. Quatre's eyes were pale, and his lips were bright pink from Duo's aggressive kisses.
"I... I had no idea. I'm sorry.. I dunno what I was thinking, I just-"
"Don't apologize, Duo." Quatre said in a strange voice. With unbelievable speed he grabbed the front of Duo's shirt and yanked him close, kissing him again. Before Duo could make sense of what had happened he could feel Trowa grab him around the shoulders to pull him closer. What the hell was going on?
With his senses peaked, Duo shoved the two off of him and snarled angrily. "What the hell is wrong with you two!? I would have never thought you both were huge perverts!" He didn't know why but he was mad. He knew he shouldn't have been, after all he was the one who started this whole thing, but for some reason he was getting angry. Maybe it was the alcohol? Maybe it was the fact that his wholesome image of Quatre, one of his good friends, was ruined? Maybe he was starting to feel like Trowa and Quatre only wanted to mess around with him now out of pity for making him feel bad? Whatever the case, he was pissed off and the last thing he wanted was for either of them to touch him.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay..." Duo said hesitantly, trying to make sense of it. "I like you both, I do. I am sorry, Quatre, I got a little carried away... I dunno what I would have done..." He plucked at the front of his t-shirt awkwardly, trying to find the right words to say. "I just... I'm not ready for something like that, ya know?"
Trowa sighed and frowned.. Once the braided boy was done begging for forgiveness he tiled his head and spoke quietly. "Let's forget it. Want to go back to the party?"
Duo shook his head and began toying with the tip of his braid. "Naw... I really should get going." He began inching towards the tent flap, giving them a weak little wave. "Happy Birthday Trowa. See you two around ..." and with a small nod he ducked outside and practically ran to the bus station. Once at the bus stop he slumped to a sit on the bench and began rubbing the top of his thighs vigorously, trying to sober up.
"That was so awkward..." he muttered softly, eyes closing to shut out the world which had taken to spinning around counterclockwise.
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The next day Duo was back to work with his sweeper group. Work was a great way to get your mind off of things and he had delved into a few hard projects to keep himself occupied. He was currently trying to repair a particularly difficult transport truck for resale. He grunted as he pulled a wrench as hard as he could, trying to break loose a rusted bolt from the truck's drive shaft.
"Hey, Duo... you down there?"
He looked to his right and saw Hilde's bright purple shoes beside the tire.
"Yeah, one sec!" He yelled through the engine bay. With a loud groan he pulled at the wrench, trying with one last attempt to break it loose. It wouldn't budge. He would have to cut it off. With a scowl he shoved himself backwards, the wheel board he was laying on squeaking loudly as he rolled out from beneath the truck. He stood up, brushing shards of metal that had gathered on his blue mechanic's jumper with his greasy hands before smiling up at Hilde. "So what's up?"
He frowned when he saw the distress in her expression.
"Hilde... what's wrong?"
She shook her head and frowned, "I just saw on the news... Quatre's dead."
"Quatre... what?" Duo repeated, disbelief lining his voice. Once before Quatre had been thought to be dead during an attack at a peace conference, and the same stomach-churning feeling from that time returned to Duo's gut. "No... he couldn't have." He leaned on the fender of the truck and rubbed his hands together, staring down at the blotches of oil and grease that had accumulated on them. "How?"
"They said an accidental overdose."
Duo nearly lost the ability to breathe.
"Overdose... did they..." he shook his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose, leaving a black smudge there. "No... "
The pills...
"No... it couldn't..."
"Duo, what is it? What's wrong..."
"I... I gotta go." Duo said sharply, shoving Hilde out of his way. He could hear her calling after him as he ran into the garage and flipped on the small grainy television on his workbench. A news reporter was standing in front of a hospital speaking into a microphone, a somber expression on her face.
"This is Anita Johnson, reporting from Saint Mary's Hospital, L3 colony. Today a mourning ceremony will be held just here, outside of this hospital, for the death of Quatre Raberba Winner, heir to the Winner family, a well known Pacifist group..."
Duo felt his legs grow numb. He slumped down to kneel on the cement floor, eyes stinging, as he held back a scream. He heard Hilde's footsteps approach him from behind.
"I'm so sorry, Duo... I know he was a good friend to you..."
Duo shook his head.
I killed him... I killed him...
"I gotta go..." he said to Hilde, voice quivering. "I gotta go see Trowa..."
I gotta tell him I'm sorry.
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Part 2 coming soon! /
Author: black_hairgirl
Summary: Duo, Circus, Dark... no, not as dark as I would like. Prompts: Tentacles, Threesome, Something Else: DEATH
This is a multi-part fic, and will be completed at a later time with a different challenge. Thanks in advance.
April Challenge:
The audience held a unified breath as the lithe woman in a tutu chucked yet another glistening dagger at the clown, who stood willingly strapped to a circular board.
Thump!
That one struck the wood so hard Duo thought he saw a splinter or two fly from beside the clown's head. He gripped his knees reflexively and nervously began to grind his teeth. How could Quatre be so calm?
He tore his eyes away from Catherine setting up another toss to glance to his right where Quatre sat quietly on the bleacher beside him, watching the act with an impassive expression. Maybe he had seen this act one too many times?
His eyes reluctantly drifted back to Trowa, who hung helplessly from the round board, his body gradually becoming outlined with multicolored knives and daggers. Something about this sick little act didn't settle well with Duo. He couldn't understand how people found entertainment in watching someone almost get stabbed by a knife. That wasn't to say he didn't think Catherine's throwing skills weren't impressive, however couldn't she just show off throwing at a paper cut out of a clown rather than her supposed long lost brother?
"I think I am gonna be sick." Duo finally muttered, mostly to himself than to anyone in particular. Of course, Quatre heard him and reacted in his usual good-natured way.
"Are you OK, Duo? You look pale. Let's get some fresh air." The blond suggested, placing a pale hand on Duo's twitching shoulder.
"Yeah. Air. Right." Duo finally croaked, taking that suggestion as a cue to run. He hopped up as fast as he could and darted through a few onlookers off of the bleachers. A few seconds later he found himself standing just outside of the large red and white striped circus tent. The artificial colony lights of L3 were blindingly bright as opposed to the dim lighting from within the tent itself. He rubbed his eyes a few times in attempt to help them adjust.
"It is hard to watch at first." Quatre's voice said from behind him. He dropped his hands and spun around to regard his friend with a frown.
"I don't know how you can stand watching that. I mean, jeez. It was just too intense. Maybe if I didn't know the guy..." Duo began rubbing at the back of his neck vigorously, trying to shake off the sick feeling in the gut of his stomach.
Quatre stepped up beside him and tucked his hands into his pockets, smiling faintly, "You're a good friend, Duo. Don't feel bad about caring. However, he is fine. He trusts his sister, and she trusts in herself never to hurt him. When I watch that act, that is what I see. Don't look at it as a near death experience, but as a display of love and trust."
Duo's eyes widened at the thought, and he couldn't help but laugh at Quatre's smushy interpretation. He supposed he may have been right. He stopped rubbing the back of his neck and clapped his hand against Quatre's back roughly.
"Ya know, you're too damn nice."
Quatre smiled brightly and laughed before grabbing the sleeve of Duo's hoodie. "Come on, let's go wait for Trowa in his trailer. He should be done soon, then we can have some fun."
"Fun? I hope it doesn't involve knives..." Duo said jokingly, following the blond around the back of the tent towards a small silver trailer. They climbed into its cramped confines. Inside there was nothing but a bed, a small table and a chair. Sparse. And Duo thought Heero had a boring room. "This it? Man, this is smaller than my dorm room."
Quatre smiled and shrugged his shoulders before slumping with a sigh onto Trowa's bed, hands absently kneading the plain white sheets. "I suggested getting a nicer one a while back, but he said this one has sentimental value," Quatre replied before pointing at a small shelf over Duo's head. Duo blinked and looked up, immediately spotting a small smiling lion plushy perched high above his head. Beside it was a photograph of Trowa and his sister in costume, posing together. Next to that was an enormous shell casing, dented in the middle and singed with gunpowder.
"Heh, a shell casing from Heavyarms?" Duo asked, though he knew the answer before Quatre could nod his head. "Awesome. You think he misses it?"
"No. I don't miss it." Trowa said as he entered the trailer, having overheard Duo. The braided boy jumped, startled, before spinning around on his heels to face the former Heavyarms pilot.
"Heh! Nice show, you were really great!" Duo said in a chipper voice. Trowa slipped his mask from his face and set it on the shelf beside the photograph. He shrugged off his suspenders and let them hang loosely from his waist.
"Thanks, I am glad you liked it," Trowa said quietly, eyeing Duo with an exposed green eye before glancing over at Quatre, who merely smiled back.
"That was your last show for today, right?" Quatre finally asked, not moving from his seat on the bed. Trowa nodded and began to peel off costume's multicolored top. Duo averted his eyes out of politeness, looking down at Quatre. As he did he noticed Quatre didn't bother to look away at all.
"Yes. I don't have another show until tomorrow afternoon. Three o'clock." Trowa said while undressing, exchanging his clown outfit for a simple pair of jeans and white t-shirt. "So I am free to do whatever you would like until then."
Duo blinked as he watched Quatre's response to that statement. Was he grinning? Quatre... grinning? The expression wasn't one Duo had seen the blond make before. Sure, the other boy was notorious for smiling sweetly. He even smirked a lot, but never had Duo ever seen Quatre Winner grin like a Cheshire cat. The sight made Duo suddenly feel very uncomfortable.
"Uh... well, maybe we can go check out the other parts of the circus. Don't you have a zoo or something here?" Duo said, desperately trying to change the subject. Quatre's expression shifted and he smiled happily once more, his normal default expression.
"Oh yes, there is a small area where the animals are kept between performances, right Trowa? And there is a performance tent as well. Is the strong man here today?" The blond asked in a perky voice. Trowa crossed his arms over his chest and nodded, returning Quatre's smile.
"Yeah. Come on, I'll show you around." Trowa said, leading the other two out of the tent and onto the circus grounds.
Duo was amazed at how big the circus actually was. The big top was the part most people got to see, but behind the scenes were were countless trailers that housed the performers and workers. A practice ring was set up in a nearby field as well, where a pair of white horses were galloping in circles practicing their new act. A giant trampoline was set up as well, where gymnasts and acrobats bounced high into the air doing somersault after somersault. Trowa even let Duo have a go at it while Quatre watched on from the ground below. After about an hour of bouncing around Duo was exhausted, so they walked over to a cluster of picnic tables where a magician and a troupe of midgets were eating soup Trowa's sister had made. It was quite possibly the tastiest soup Duo had ever had. Afterwards they went to the "freakshow" tent where Trowa introduced him to the bearded lady, the strong man, the lizard girl, the two-headed cow and the circus's "authentic" unicorn.
"Wow, this is crazy. Hey, maybe they should put Wu Fei in this freak show as "Anal-Retentive Boy" Duo said happily, never missing a chance to crack a joke on the Chinese pilot. "Or you guys can hire Heero as The Indestructable Man!" Duo exclaimed, laughing happily as he moved from stall to stall waving at all of the freaks of nature. Trowa smiled and followed him closely, nodding a greeting to all of his co-workers as he went. Quatre had fallen behind, having engrossed himself in a conversation with the bearded lady about how to grow facial hair.
At the end of the narrow walkway between the freakshow acts Duo spotted a small stall covered with a thick curtain. "Hey, what's behind there?" He asked Trowa, who had padded along slowly behind him. Trowa regarded the curtain for a moment before glancing back at Duo.
"That is our new exhibit. It is called The Kracken. We haven't advertised it yet. It came in just yesterday."
Duo's eyes widened, "The Kracken? Like the monster from the pirate stories? Seriously? I wanna see!" He reached over to pull the curtain but paused to glance over at Trowa, waiting for permission. Trowa nodded and followed Duo as he ducked through the dark fabric. Inside was an enormous tank, about the size of a large coffin, standing upright. Within was a green humanoid figure floating in silence, unmoving. Its arms and legs were replaced by long, slimy green tentacles and its head was framed by various smaller ones, each appendage lined with yellow suction cups. It had eyelids which seemed to be closed, flaring gills on either side of its neck that rippled slowly in the water, and a mouth shaped like a beak.
"Holy... shit..." Duo murmured, leaning in close to get a better look at the object within. "That thing is sick looking. It looks so real! I mean..." He reached up to tap the glass. It didn't move, or rouse from its slumber. "What is that made of? Latex? Rubber?"
"I don't know." Trowa said truthfully, eyeing the creature in the tube. "I have no idea where it came from, or if it is real or not."
Duo grinned, "Cool!"
Trowa shrugged, unaffected by the "coolness" and simply leaned against a nearby tent post, "It is creepy."
Duo nodded. "Creepy, but friggin' cool looking!"
"Guys? Hey, where did you go?" Quatre's voice came from somewhere on the opposite side of the curtain. Duo grinned and winked at Trowa before inching closer to the curtain. He peeked through it and saw Quatre looking high and low for him. With a wicked laugh he reached through the fabric, grabbed the blond by the arm and yanked him into the closed stall. With a shove he pushed him against the glass of the Kracken's enclosure.
"OMIGOSH!" Quatre yelled loudly as he was shoved. He pressed his hands against the glass and pushed himself away from the grotesque creature. "What is that!?"
Duo burst out into wicked laughter at Quatre's girly cry and nearly doubled over at the sight of the blond's eyes widening at the sight of the Kracken.
"It is gonna get you, that's what!" Duo said in his best creepy voice, inching up closer behind Quatre. He grabbed the other boy's shoulders with his hands and tickled them. "Oooga booga booga!"
"Ugh!" Quatre exclaimed in disgust, shrugging Duo's hands from his shoulders. "That is hideous... " Fear gone, he merely laughed along with Duo before leaning in to get a better look at the floating figure. "It looks so real..."
Trowa smiled at Duo's antics and slid up behind Quatre, peering over his shoulder to look at the monster. "I think it is Duo's long lost mother."
Duo scowled and reached up to thwap Trowa good on the back of the head, "Yar har har. Very funny."
Trowa grinned, straightened to a full stand and laughed. Duo smiled and stepped away from the creepy Kracken before giving Trowa a mock glare.
"Yuck it up! Ha ha ha! So, what now. It is gettin' kinda late." Duo glanced down at his watch. It was nearly 8 o'clock and he would have to leave soon to catch his shuttle. "I better get going soon..."
"Do you have to?" Quatre asked sweetly, turning away from the Kracken to regard Duo with his best puppy-dog look. "Can't you just stay a little longer? We haven't even gone to the party yet."
"Party?"
Trowa nodded with a smile. "Today is my birthday, remember?"
Duo's eyes widened. Trowa's birthday? Was that why Quatre had asked him to visit? He hadn't known anything about it before. "Uh... yeah, I remember!" Duo lied.
Quatre smirked, cast a glance over his shoulder at the Kracken floating unmoving within the tank, and began walking towards the main hall of the freakshow tent. "We better get going then!"
They made their way through the circus grounds to a large animal tent, where a large group of people were settling up bales of hay for people to sit. A long piece of wood on two sawhorses provided a makeshift table where kegs of colony beer and bottles of various liquors were settled. The ringmaster of the show climbed up onto the table once everyone was present. Duo looked around and saw that the midgets from lunch were gathered beside the door, each with a tall bottle of beer in their pudgy hands cheering loudly. A group of clowns in full costume sat on a pile of hay beside the zebra pen singing a silly song while throwing back shots, and the acrobats were standing on their heads chugging beer from a long orange tube.
The ringmaster gave a rousing speech, everyone sang happy birthday, and then Duo began his drinking competition with Trowa- matching him drink for drink. Eight beers, four shots of Grey Goose, and two "Dirty Bong Waters" later Duo was feeling mighty nice and had consented to allowing the midgets to do body shots off of his chest.
"Q-Quatre!!!" Duo wailed loudly, looking over at the blond who was sitting on a nearby bale of hay with Trowa's sister, sipping a fruit punch and looking all to sober. "Come 'ere! Come 'ere for a sec!" He yelled, laughing as another midget slurped up a Buttery Nipple shot from his belly button. Quatre smiled, excused himself from Catherine, and made his way over to Duo with a happy smile.
"You look like you're having fun!" Quatre exclaimed, stifling a laugh at the sight of Duo covered in sticky alcohol residue (and possibly lots of midget spit).
"Hell yeah! These circus folk know how to party!" Duo yelled, his voice cracking. "Come on, take a shot offa me!"
Quatre smiled and shook his head slowly, "Sorry, Duo. I don't drink."
Duo frowned. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, his head spinning. "What? Oh... yeah, I forgot. Sorry. I just ... feel kinda bad. You are too sober, dude."
Quatre nodded and placed a hand on Duo's bare shoulder. "Don't worry, Duo. I am still having a great time."
Duo shook his head. "Naw... naw, I don't believe you. You gotta do something, you are standing upright. I wanna see you all fucked up!"
This made Quatre laugh. He nodded and squeezed Duo's shoulder gently. "Well, if you want I CAN do something else. Come with me for a second."
Duo grinned and, with Quatre's help, hauled himself up off of the table. The world swayed and swung around him, but somehow he managed to get through the tent's flap and out into the cool dark night. He grabbed Quatre's hand and held it tightly, afraid that if he let go he would lose him. The blond led him through the dimly let grounds and through a small flap in a nearby tent. It was quiet inside, except for the occasional munching and mooing of the two-headed cow.
"Hey, this is the ... freak tent right?" Duo asked, his language slurring. Quatre nodded.
"Yes." He reached into his pocket and grabbed a small case. It looked like a card holder at first, but after he opened it Duo noticed a series of brightly colored pills inside.
"Quatre... what the hell is that. You... you do DRUGS!?"
Quatre's eyes widened as he clapped his hand over Duo's mouth. "Shhhh! He quiet. And yes, sometimes. I can't drink, and I should be able to have a good time every once in a while." He picked out a small blue pill from his case and popped it into his mouth.
"Quatre. That's ecstasy!" Duo wailed incredulously. The blond nodded, snapped the case closed and pocketed it once more.
"You are very observant," he teased, poking Duo on the nose. "Don't tell anyone, okay?"
Duo nodded his head vigorously, but quickly wished he hadn't. With a groan he grabbed his head and doubled forward, clutching onto Quatre's pale blue button-up shirt. "Woah... stop moving."
Quatre chuckled. "I am not moving, Duo."
"Yes you are! Stop it, I say!"
The blond laughed and wrapped his arms around Duo's waist, holding him up against his body. Duo leaned heavily against him, all dead weight. Quatre pat his back gently.
"Stand up, you dummy."
"I am standing!"
"No, you are laying on me."
Huh? Duo looked up and realized he had knocked Quatre flat on his back on the hay-laden floor of the tent. The blond was laughing loudly now, wriggling playfully beneath him. Now, Duo could have thought "well, I am drunk and he is rubbing up against me" as an excuse for what his body was starting to do- but that wouldn't be right. He had always thought Quatre was cute, and though he would have probably never acted on this sort of impulse sober he would take the opportunity to mess around now that he was drunk. Who needed inhibitions? Besides, if Quatre wasn't interested in him he wouldn't have dragged him into a private place like this, right?
In Duo's world that was right. He growled playfully and began wrestling with the blond on the ground. "Oooohahahahaaaa Quatre, I am the Kracken! I am here to tentacle rape you!" He said in his eeriest, though very drunken voice. Being considerably stronger than the other young man it wasn't difficult to pin Quatre's arms over his head. Quatre continued to laugh, and showed no signs of displeasure. Duo took that as a sign to continue. He pinned the blond's hands over his head with one hand, pressing them firmly into the clean hay. His other slowly rubbed Quatre's side, fingers wiggling to tickle him. Quatre gasped and laughed even harder, thrashing playfully to try and get away.
"No! NO, stop! Hahahahaaa! P...please Duo, hahahahaaa!" Quatre giggled, panting as he tried to catch his breath. Duo noticed his cheeks were getting bright pink, and his eyes were watering from laughing, sparkling trails running from the outside edges of his eyes to slide down either side of his face. Duo smirked and leaned in closer to the blond's face, lips brushing against his.
"Shhh, Quatre. Don't be too loud, you'll wake the Kracken!" Duo slurred loudly, lowering his mouth to smother Quatre's in attempt to 'silence' him. Quatre grew still as he did, and Duo immediately began to curse himself. Just as he was about to pull away from Quatre, fearing he had taken it too far, the blond deepened the kiss. He could feel Quatre's lithe body arching up from the ground to meet his and heard a soft moan escape his throat.
That was as good of an invitation as any!
Duo body responded automatically, pressing down against Quatre's firmly. He rocked his hips into the other boy's gently, pleased at the pleasant groan the blond made in response. This tongue prodded roughly into Quatre's soft, warm mouth exploring every inch of it. He let go of the blond's hand and began roughly tearing off his light blue shirt, exposing his pale flesh in the darkness. He could feel Quatre shudder beneath him as he did. His own jeans were the tightest they had ever been, and his erection ached in anticipation. He didn't know what he was doing, or what Quatre would do. In reality, he had only messed around with another guy a few times and those instances had only been blow jobs. There was just something about Quatre that was appealing. Maybe it was the fact that Duo felt extremely comfortable around him that compelled him to do this. Acting on impulse alone, he broke off their kiss which had gotten exceptionally sloppy, and dropped his mouth to cover one of the blond's small pale nipples. Quatre cried out as Duo's lips came in contact with his sensitive flesh and began to shudder violently against the ground.
"Duo... please, don't..."
Duo blinked and narrowed his eyes. Why was he telling him to stop? He certainly didn't seem like he wanted Duo to stop. Maybe Quatre was into that rape stuff? Well, Duo didn't mind being the dominant one in this scenario. As punishment for his opposition he nipped Quatre's nipple roughly. Quatre shuddered again and made a strangled noise in the back of his throat. He ran his hands down the other boy's chest and to his groin and began to rub around there firmly. Quatre thrashed around for a second before planting his hands against Duo's shoulders.
"N-n...no..."
Now Duo was getting angry, and honestly he didn't much feel like taking "no" for an answer. Maybe Quatre needed more persuasion? He felt the small pill case in Quatre's pocket. He pushed it out and opened it before popping a few of the pills into his mouth. Just as Quatre opened his mouth to protest again he kissed him, forcing the pills into his mouth with his tongue. The blond boy gagged softly, trying to fight off Duo's skillful tongue. However, he lost the battle and with a gulp swallowed. Duo leaned back and gave him a triumphant grin.
"Why don't you ease up and try to have a little fun?" He asked quietly, rocking his hips into Quatre's for emphasis. The blond shook his head and shuddered.
"I can't... Trowa..."
Duo's eyes widened. Trowa? What did Trowa have to do with anything? It then occurred to his blurry intoxicated mind that Quatre and Trowa might be an item. He had suspected that they had been messing around for some time now, but having never been in a serious relationship himself, he hadn't given them dating any thought whatsoever.
"Trowa won't mind..." Duo said with a growl, caressing Quatre's cheek with the back of his hand. "You gotta just try to relax."
"Duo's right."
Duo nearly jumped out of his skin as he heard Trowa's voice permeate the dark tent. The tall youth appeared from the dark curtain covering the Kracken exhibit. Duo could feel Quatre tense up beneath him.
"You should try to relax..." Trowa said softly, his eyes half-lidded. He was smiling down at them, and Duo had a feeling the boy was just as drunk as he was.
And that was hot.
Duo smiled up at Trowa before glancing down at Quatre. "See, Trowa don't mind." He rubbed Quatre's crotch again and leaned down to nibble at the blond's neck. Quatre responded with a moan but didn't move. Duo knew he would have to convince him further. "Maybe Trowa will let me fuck you..." he whispered against the wet spot he had made on the Quatre's neck, losing himself in the mixture of excitement and pleasure.
He was shocked to hear Trowa laughing loudly behind him. He sat up abruptly and looked up at the former Heavyarms pilot with a confused expression. "What's so funny?"
Trowa grinned, placing his hands on his hips. "Is that what you think? Then you've got it all wrong." He stepped closer and looked down at Quatre with a knowing smile. "Quatre never takes..."
Duo blinked a few times, trying to process what Trowa meant. Then it hit him. He turned to look down at Quatre, shocked. "You... you don't?"
"Of course not." Quatre purred, his eyes taking on a strange energy. "If you intend on fucking anyone you better ask Trowa. I don't do that."
Duo gulped. He felt a little sheepish. He had just assumed that Quatre would ... well, you know. Be the "girl" of the relationship, and he couldn't help but blush. That was completely unexpected for him.
He felt awkward. Somehow he had managed to get himself alone, with a drunk Trowa and a drugged and horny Quatre, in what would be a potentially intense gay sex triangle.
Except that this writer hardly writes that kind of stuff. Sorry to frustrate!
He pushed himself up off of the blond and stood up to a swaying stand. Trowa reached down to help Quatre up, hooking his arm around the blond's waist to steady him. Quatre's eyes were pale, and his lips were bright pink from Duo's aggressive kisses.
"I... I had no idea. I'm sorry.. I dunno what I was thinking, I just-"
"Don't apologize, Duo." Quatre said in a strange voice. With unbelievable speed he grabbed the front of Duo's shirt and yanked him close, kissing him again. Before Duo could make sense of what had happened he could feel Trowa grab him around the shoulders to pull him closer. What the hell was going on?
With his senses peaked, Duo shoved the two off of him and snarled angrily. "What the hell is wrong with you two!? I would have never thought you both were huge perverts!" He didn't know why but he was mad. He knew he shouldn't have been, after all he was the one who started this whole thing, but for some reason he was getting angry. Maybe it was the alcohol? Maybe it was the fact that his wholesome image of Quatre, one of his good friends, was ruined? Maybe he was starting to feel like Trowa and Quatre only wanted to mess around with him now out of pity for making him feel bad? Whatever the case, he was pissed off and the last thing he wanted was for either of them to touch him.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay..." Duo said hesitantly, trying to make sense of it. "I like you both, I do. I am sorry, Quatre, I got a little carried away... I dunno what I would have done..." He plucked at the front of his t-shirt awkwardly, trying to find the right words to say. "I just... I'm not ready for something like that, ya know?"
Trowa sighed and frowned.. Once the braided boy was done begging for forgiveness he tiled his head and spoke quietly. "Let's forget it. Want to go back to the party?"
Duo shook his head and began toying with the tip of his braid. "Naw... I really should get going." He began inching towards the tent flap, giving them a weak little wave. "Happy Birthday Trowa. See you two around ..." and with a small nod he ducked outside and practically ran to the bus station. Once at the bus stop he slumped to a sit on the bench and began rubbing the top of his thighs vigorously, trying to sober up.
"That was so awkward..." he muttered softly, eyes closing to shut out the world which had taken to spinning around counterclockwise.
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The next day Duo was back to work with his sweeper group. Work was a great way to get your mind off of things and he had delved into a few hard projects to keep himself occupied. He was currently trying to repair a particularly difficult transport truck for resale. He grunted as he pulled a wrench as hard as he could, trying to break loose a rusted bolt from the truck's drive shaft.
"Hey, Duo... you down there?"
He looked to his right and saw Hilde's bright purple shoes beside the tire.
"Yeah, one sec!" He yelled through the engine bay. With a loud groan he pulled at the wrench, trying with one last attempt to break it loose. It wouldn't budge. He would have to cut it off. With a scowl he shoved himself backwards, the wheel board he was laying on squeaking loudly as he rolled out from beneath the truck. He stood up, brushing shards of metal that had gathered on his blue mechanic's jumper with his greasy hands before smiling up at Hilde. "So what's up?"
He frowned when he saw the distress in her expression.
"Hilde... what's wrong?"
She shook her head and frowned, "I just saw on the news... Quatre's dead."
"Quatre... what?" Duo repeated, disbelief lining his voice. Once before Quatre had been thought to be dead during an attack at a peace conference, and the same stomach-churning feeling from that time returned to Duo's gut. "No... he couldn't have." He leaned on the fender of the truck and rubbed his hands together, staring down at the blotches of oil and grease that had accumulated on them. "How?"
"They said an accidental overdose."
Duo nearly lost the ability to breathe.
"Overdose... did they..." he shook his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose, leaving a black smudge there. "No... "
The pills...
"No... it couldn't..."
"Duo, what is it? What's wrong..."
"I... I gotta go." Duo said sharply, shoving Hilde out of his way. He could hear her calling after him as he ran into the garage and flipped on the small grainy television on his workbench. A news reporter was standing in front of a hospital speaking into a microphone, a somber expression on her face.
"This is Anita Johnson, reporting from Saint Mary's Hospital, L3 colony. Today a mourning ceremony will be held just here, outside of this hospital, for the death of Quatre Raberba Winner, heir to the Winner family, a well known Pacifist group..."
Duo felt his legs grow numb. He slumped down to kneel on the cement floor, eyes stinging, as he held back a scream. He heard Hilde's footsteps approach him from behind.
"I'm so sorry, Duo... I know he was a good friend to you..."
Duo shook his head.
I killed him... I killed him...
"I gotta go..." he said to Hilde, voice quivering. "I gotta go see Trowa..."
I gotta tell him I'm sorry.
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Part 2 coming soon! /