Disclaimer: Blah, blah blah.... *smack* sorry T @_@ don't own Gundam, still HEERO IS MY
SPANDEX HONEY!!!!! HEEEEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEH....
Pairings: 1x2 (love them) 3x4
Story: Duo, an abused orphan falls for the dangerous Heero Yuy, who is forced to box to keep his
home. (I know sounds dumb right? Well it's not!)
Author's Note: I'm bbbbbaaaaaaaaaacccccccckkkkkkkk!!!! miss me ^_^ brand new story *struts
around* the whole crew is here to *hit with lemons* @_@ yup were back ~sigh~ no peace for the
wicked...
Dedicated to the gun toting, K loving, friend of mine... thank's T for always being there.. ^_^
Fight From the Heart
Round 1: The Fighter and the Lover
Damn! Heero always hated the first day in a new school... tearing down the road leading to his new
school on his motorcycle, the Japanese youth muttered curses. He was going to be late, well it wasn't
his fault his damn clock didn't go off.
Arriving just in time to hear the bell ring, Heero cursed again as he pulled his helmet off. Unruly brown
locks spilled free of the confining head-piece as cobalt blue eyes narrowed. Glaring at the school, that
was supposed to be the best in the area. Fortunately for Heero the school didn't require a uniform as
the others he had attended, so dressed in a pair of tight if slightly faded blue jeans and a white T-shirt
Heero unconsciously pulled off the total-bad-ass-with-a-soft-side look. Placing his helmet on the
handle bars, Heero bent to retrieve his battered old green backpack from where it was tied to the back
of his bike. Slinging it over his shoulder, the pissed teen ran one hand through his dark hair,
unknowingly reviling the small silver hoop, and two other small earings in his left ear.
Still slightly chaffed about his stupid alarm clock Heero walked into the school, it seemed as though it
was going to be an interesting day. Sure enough as Heero wandered the halls in search of the office, he
had missed the first bell, everyone was in class. Finally after a good 10 minute search Heero located the
main office. A small plump women wearing horn-rimmed glasses glared up at him, "Can I help you?"
her tone was short and clipped. Heero shrugged, "Getting my time table, new here..." the secretary
nodded "Get to first and don't be any later then you already are". Grumbling Heero grabbed the sheet
extended to him, pivoting in place he marched down the hall.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Duo was late, man Mr. Hebear was gonna be some kinda pissed. Flying down the hall, the teen didn't
see Heero approaching until it was to late. Duo ran straight into Heero's chest, causing the larger boy
grunt at the impact and Duo to rebound. Duo lost his balance, falling forward again right into that chest
he just hit. Acting on impulse Heero caught the small teen hugging him close. For a split second Duo felt
safe, it was the strangest thing. For the first time in his 18 years of life Duo Maxwell felt safe.
What was he doing? Pulling back Duo tilted his head up slightly, only to find himself captured by pair of
gorgeous blue eyes. Heero felt the breath leave his chest, he started into the most glorious eyes he had
ever seen. The colour of violets after the rain, soft and velvety. Those eyes seemed to take up most of
that lovely heart shaped face, although at that moment one of those bewitching eyes was almost swollen
shut. "Uh-uh s-ssory I ran into you..." Duo stammered trying to edge away.
This guy was huge, over six feet with well proportioned muscles. Gulping Duo still edged backward,
this guy could snap him like a twig. Heero smirked at the antics of the smaller man, "Hn, nice shiner you
got there..." Duo gasped softy touching the tender flesh, "It's nothing I just hit a wall..." Heero snorted
something didn't wash right. "Umm well I gotta get to class now so uhh..." There was something about
the way the little one spoke, some sort of accent that Heero couldn't place. Duo was just about to bolt
when the new guy held out his hand, "I'm Heero Yuy," Duo grinned then winced when he realized that
small motion hurt. "Duo Maxwell," he said shaking the proffered hand.
Looking at his watch Duo abruptly turned away realising the other man's hand, "Sorry gotta run!" with
that Duo took off down the hall. Heero stood stalk still watching as the slim figure disappeared around
the corner. Not only did Duo have usual eyes, he had some pretty funky hair. Hip length chestnut locks
braided down his back. Heero knew girls who wished they could have hair like that.
Well, all this was getting him nowhere, so Heero picked up his book bag from the floor before
continuing in the opposite direction Duo had taken. Musing about the odd encounter Heero finally
arrived at the correct room. The teacher stoped mid sentence as he took full measure of the new
student. Heero blankly handed the teacher his note, reading the note the teacher turned his attention to
the class. "Students, I want you to make Mr. Heero Yuy welcome he just moved here from Japan".
Heero nodded as the students choused their hello's. "Well Heero there's a spare seat next to Mr.
Barton, at the back", the teacher pointed the said seat out. Without a word Heero made his way to the
seat.
Plopping unceremoniously into the chair, Heero sighed his mind still on that braided boy he ran into. It
took Heero a few moments to realize that his companion next to him was staring. Heero turned to stare
right into those green eyes. "Trowa," the boy said holding out his hand, "Heero," the blue-eyed boy
replied taking the hand. That was it from then on the two would be the best of friends. Turning their
attention to the teacher, Heero vaguely listened to the man rant about the injustice of what Shakspere
had to indure. That made Heero smile, it sounded too much like his brother Wufei.
The rest of class Heero spent in a sort of daydream, thinking about violet eyes and long brown hair.
Finally the bell rang signalling next class. Feeling a sharp jab to his rib cage Heero turned to face
Trowa. "What's your next class?" the boy asked Heero shrugged stuffing his hands in his pockets.
Finding the ball of paper that was supposedly his time table Heero studied the second period block.
"Science," he told the boy. Trowa nodded, "Same here. Comon' I'll show you the way..." Heero
grabbed his bag following the green-eyed teen into the hall.
The halls were packed as everyone got their books out for next class, girls chattering, boys bragging,
yeah this was a typical high-school. Trailing slightly behind Trowa, Heero watched amused as everyone
from minor-niners to OAC[1] gave the teen a wide berth. Study the boy all Heero could see was a
emerald eyed 18 year-old with hair that covered one eye in a gravity defying way. Wearing a black
tank and tight black jeans Trowa did look somewhat imposing.
Making it to the science lab with time to spare Heero found himself a seat with Trowa once more. "So
what ya into?" Heero looked at his friend oddly, "Whatda mean?" he frowned. "You know sports,
girls, guys... the usual," Heero couldn't tell weather the guy was kidding or not. For here was an
instance were your sexuality was being questioned, now he could say girls look macho, or he could say
what he really wanted; a nice braided boy he ran into in the hall. Trowa grinned nodding knowingly
over Heero's silence, "No worries man, your talking with on of the schools biggest boy supporters", he
said winking. " If I didn't already have a blond angel I'm madly in love with I'd probably jump yo-"
Heero covered Trowa's mouth before he said anything else.
Thankfully the bell rang and class began, but not without a red face Heero and a hysterical Trowa.
Growling Heero smacked Trowa upside the head. The unibanged boy controlled himself to an extent.
Getting down to the business at hand Heero plastered his no-emotion type study face[2] and allowed
himself to daydream about that slim little body that had been plastered to his chest not so long ago.
~*~*~*~
Relena Peacecraft idly snapped her gum as she watched the new boy across the class. The unruly
haired boy intrigued her. Stunning blue eyes, just-out-of-bed hair and a physic of an Adonis. To cap it
off there was an air of mystery and danger about the boy, those earings adorning his left lobe caught
Relena's attention A small silver cross dangled on a short chain from one hole while two other silver
hoops marched up his ear.
Not paying the least bit of attention to the teacher Relena leaned slightly closer to her best friend Hilde.
"Do you know his name?" Hilde smirked knowingly, "Yup, Heero Yuy the new transfer student. Not
bad ne?" Relena leaned back in her seat, still staring at the boy, with a calculating gaze. This honey's
gonna be mine...
~*~*~*~
Duo sighed for the hundredth time that hour. Setting up his tripod, he swiftly lined up his camera and
adjusted his light metre. Looking up at his subject, presently sleeping on a front porch Duo set the
black dog in his sights. This was Duo's favourite time. When he was out taking pictures the whole
world could just go to hell. There was something so calming about this particular form of art, Duo had
found out first hand.
Second year photography was Duo's best subject. He loved to be outside on a bright sunny day taking
pictures of everyday events and people. He loved to make up stories to go with each of his pictures. A
happy little girl playing with her dolls could be his sister, a young boy running in a game of tag could be
his brother, and a loving mom with her children could be his...
Long ago Duo had learned that the world of make believe and fantasy were much better then reality
that was his life. Duo had been an orphan for as long as he could remember, as a baby his mother had
left him in an orphanage when he was a month old. Duo could only vaguely remembered the orphanage
where he spent the first five-years of his life. He did remember the day 'they' showed up though. Mr
and Mrs. Peacecraft. Very powerful, influential political figure heads. It would look good in their
campaign to adopt a poor waif of a boy.
Lips twisting in a bitter smile Duo gently touched his black eye, yes they had been the perfect parents
on T.V. and in the media, but he knew differently. Soon after Duo was brought home the beatings
started. At the age of five Duo had been subjected to the wrath of the Peacecraft family. Shuddering
Duo pushed down the memories of his childhood, the teasing the taunting, name calling. Yes, Duo with
his ugly, name-bandless clothing, his long hair, his feminine looks and his slight Irish drawl [3]. God only
knows where he had come by the accent, but have it he did. Normally it was light and hard to detect,
but in the grips of strong emotions the brogue was thick and at times hard to decipher.
All those things conspiring against him to make his childhood a nightmare. Now that he was in high-
school the teasing only increased, and the physical beatings started. Duo was under no delusions about
himself, he knew he was skinny, and not all together that strong... hell he knew he looked like a girl.
That still didn't make the pain go away.
The one bright side to being his age though, Duo worked at night. Night was the worst around the
Peacecraft residence. Mr. Peacecraft was a heavy drinker, and every time Duo was near or within
hitting distance he became the punching bag. The worst part about this pathetic life of his, was the fact
he allowed it to happen, but he couldn't stop it or they would kick him out. To top it all off, Relena had
also taken a liking to smacking Duo around when she wanted something.
Shaking his head Duo glaceed at his cheep plastic watch encircling his left wrist. "Shit!" he quickly took
down his equipment racing to get to the school on time. He had to get into the cafeteria early or else he
received a good round of punches from the football captain JJ [4]. Running as fast as his bulky camera
bag would allow Duo made b-line from the school.
~*~*~*~
The bell rung at 10:44 am to signal the start of lunch [5], Heero collected his Science books as he
stood to leave. Trowa walked with him down the hall heading for their lockers. "So where's ya
locker?" the green eyed boy asked Heero told him the number, "No shit, my lockers right beside
yours!" grinning Trowa guided them down the hall.
Book stashed away in his excuse of a locker, Heero followed Trowa into the cafeteria. The place was
tiny! [6] Pushing his way through the crowd Trowa made for a table against the wall. Few little grade
nines were seated there presently, but as Trowa approached they seemed to think that moving would
be a good idea.
Dropping himself ungracefully into the nearest chair, Trowa motioned to Heero to take a seat. "Saw
the RP3 checking you out in class there..." Heero looked at his new friend in utter bewilderment,
Trowa chuckled "The RP3 are the Relena Peacecraft three. There's Hilde, and Dorothy who follow
Relena Peacecraft, so you see it's the RP3," Heero laughed. "So that blond there looking at me as if I
was something to eat was Relena Peacecraft?" Trowa nodded still slouching, "Yeah she sure is a rich
bitch".
The conversation ended when a petite blonde with wide clear blue eyes set down a tray on the table
then climbed into Trowa's lap. Arching an eyebrow slightly Heero sent a wordless message to the tall
brown haired boy across the table. Looping an arm around the small ones waist, Trowa introduced the
newcomer, "Heero meet Quatre Rebecca Winner, Quatre meet Heero Yuy," pausing slightly Trowa
continued looking Heero directly in the eye "Quatre's my boyfriend..." Heero shrugged, grabbing his
backpack he took out his lunch.
Grabbing his chopsticks Heero dug into his ramen, totally unaware of the looks he received from both
Quatre and Trowa. "Your not... I... your not..." looking up at the stuttering blond and the wide eyed
Trowa. Heero arched an eyebrow, "I'm not disgusted by you two? Well if I was I'd be one hell of a
hypocrite no wouldn't I?" it took all of 10 seconds for the couple to process that before both broke
down into gales of laughter. "Oh man!" wiping tears from his eye's Trowa hugged his boyfriend closer,
"And Relena is after you oh man, this is rich". Shaking his head Heero went back to his slightly charred
lunch.
Damn, he wished that Wufei could cook, for that matter he wished he could cook a decent meal. "So,
do you have a boyfriend?" Heero looked up to see Quatre staring at him intently. Shaking his head
Heero suddenly thought of violet eyes. "Say, do either of you know someone by the name of Duo
Maxwell?" Trowa shook his head, "No can't say I do..." Quatre sat pondering, as his taller boyfriend
ran his fingers up and down his arm possessively. " The name sounds familiar but I can't quite place
it..." Quatre trailed off as a raucous outburst from a table on the other side of the cafeteria interrupted
his train of thought. Looking over Heero saw all the males at the table were wearing the same black
jacket embolized with a shark. Shaking his head Trowa idly ate food his lover offered to him. "The
football team, bunch of damn pansies!" Heero smirked, "So what do you guys do around here for fun?"
Trowa smiled, well more or less leered slightly. "The underground boxing ring..."
Heero was stunned, so they did have boxing here? Seeing Heero's stunned look Trowa nodded,
"That's what the real men around here do anyway, they box. Say if ya wanna come over to the gym
with me tonight I could introduce you around..." Heero nodded lost in thought, maybe this place wasn't
a total drag after all...
"What's the time?!" Quatre's sudden outburst scared the hell out of Heero. Glaring at the blond Heero
silently demanded the reason behind the outburst. Trowa shuddered, those cold eyes... "It's 11: 13
Cat", Trowa replied using the little blond's pet name. "Well it's time then isn't it..." Heero noticed all
heads seemed to turn toward the direction of the doors leading into the cafeteria. "What's...' suddenly
Heero's powers of speech vanished as all the air in his chest left with a whoosh. There coming through
the doors was Duo! Looking even better then the first time they had met.
Heero continued to watch as Duo hurried to the top of the stairs, starting down Duo seemed to trip, or
stumbling or something. Losing his footing Duo tumbled down the stairs to land in a graceless heap at
the bottom.. Heero knew his heart had stopped the moment he saw that angel tumble. As the cafeteria
erupted into laughter Heero turned to look at his companions, shock showing clearly on his face. "Why
are you laughing?" Heero was ready to kill, why hadn't anyone stopped Duo? "Why did anyone help
Duo?" Trowa's single visible eye raised to his hair line, "Irish? Irish, is Duo?" Quatre wore an equal
expression of surprise and shock. "Yes, that's Duo but what's with the Irish?" Quatre answered
regaining some of his composure, "If you've ever heard him talk you'll notice the Irish brogue he seems
to have".
Looking back Heero spotted Duo being approached by the RP3. Narrowing his eyes Heero watched
as Relena and her gang crowed around Duo. "What are they doing?" Quatre looked up unconcerned,
"They're brother and sister... well Duo's adopted and no one in their right mind would say that out
loud. Relena is very touchy about that topic". Snorting Heero got up and walked over to the group
surrounding Duo. He just had to talk to the beautiful boy again.
Duo leaned away from Relena, he hated to admit it but Relena scared him. It was common for Relena
to hit Duo as well. Although he knew it was wrong, he was just so scared and ashamed to tell anyone.
Yet standing here in the cafeteria surrounded by the people that hate him, Duo wanted nothing more
then to just... just put all this pain to rest.
"Hello..." that deep sensuous voice permeated Duo's conscious. Looking past Relena's head Duo's
eyes widened as he stared into deep blue eyes. "H-hi..." Duo stammered out just before Relena
launched her self onto the new commoner. Duo wanted to cry. Here was the man of his dreams, and
there was Relena leaning all over him. Wearing very little, she just about busted over the top of her very
tight tank. Strategically positioning herself to give Heero the best view of her cleavage, she flaunted her
designer clothing and pricy jewellery.
Duo looked down at his own clothing, baggy blue T-shirt no name brand just the cheap Giant Tiger
special. Black boarder pants that were way to big for him, it was supposed to be the style but, Duo's
thin frame made it impossible to pull it off correctly. Shoe's laces never tied, no-name brand cloths,
second-hand, cheap. That was Duo. He had to by his own clothing, his foster parents had cut him off
the moment he turned 12. Since then anything Duo wanted he had to work for. Relena got everything
on a silver platter.
Yes, that was the way it was Relena the little 'princess' and Duo the pauper. Still chatting away Relena
tried to get Heero's full attention, unfortunately the object of the unruly haired boys attention was
looking so downtrodden, that it took Heero everything he had not to drag the fragile looking boy into
his arms. Deciding that the bitch had to go Heero shrugged the annoying Relena away none to gently.
Giggling Relena smiled coyly, "I understand, well two can play at that game..." gathering her self
together Relena turned to her friends, "Come we must go prepare for our next class". Turning away
with a practice spin used to show off all attributes to there fullest potential, Relena walked way.
Sighing with relief Heero turned back to the braided boy, smiling Heero leisurely scanned the beautiful
creature standing so near. Duo in turn swallowed, "I-I'm s-ssorry, to h-have bumped into you earlier b-
but I didn't see you and..." Duo trailed off as he studied the floor. God, now Heero would want to beat
him, he must why else would he acknowledge my precesses. Heero was startled, sure enough he could
her the distinct lithe to Duo's voice. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard. Waving a hand to
bat away Duo's apology Heero continued to smile, "Think nothing of it, I was wondering though if you
were busy tonight?" Duo looked up startled. Was this gorgeous creature asking him out? Like a date?
Duo had never been on a date before, he'd never had a girlfriend or boyfriend for that matter. He'd
never had a friend. Relena hated him and since she was the most popular girl in their grade that meant
no one could talk to him without being uncool.
Realizing Heero was still waiting Duo blurted out "I can't!" Heero looked disappointed, Duo hastened
to explain, "I gotta work and..." Heero held up his hand for silence. "It's ok, I just thought since I was
new in town you could show me around a bit..." Duo was really near tears now, he wanted nothing
more then to spend more time with this boy. "Well how about tomorrow?" Heero smiled "Alright then
tomorrow". Duo grinned a genuine true grin. Staring into those beautiful eyes Duo slowly reached out...
and the bell rang.
Suddenly pulling his hand back quickly looking horrified. 'I-I'll see you later!" Duo called as he took
off tripping over his laces. Cursing Heero scowled, stomping over to collect his backpack from the
lunch table he angerly strapped on the green bag. Grinning Trowa gave Quatre a lusty kiss before the
little blonde scampered off to his next class.
Seeing his new friends death glare [7] Trowa smirked. Shouldering his bag Trowa ventured into the
dragon's cave, 'So what's your next class?" "Biology..." the angry boy ground out. "Same here," a still
very amused Trowa replied. Shaking his head Trowa head for the third floor science labs, with a
disgruntled Heero following.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Relena sat in Math bored out of her mind. Instead of the stupid useless math problems, she was
devising a way to get Heero Yuy. That beautiful sculpted body made her want to scream. Passing notes
with both Hilde and Dorothy, the three known as the RP3 devised what they thought was a cleaver
plan to capture the boy. Grinning like a cat with a mouse Relena tucked away the plan in the back of
her mind. Oh yes Heero would be her's...
~*~*~*~*~*~
Duo wanted cry. Staring blankly into the dark, his hands absently went through the motions of
developing his pictures. He had been asked out! Duo had never had any sort of relationship before, no
one cared that much about him. He knew that it was socially unacceptable to be..well.... gay. That
didn't matter though. No. Duo was ready to cry because someone, no matter how little liked him.
Finishing his print, Duo walked out of the darkroom to take a look at his proofs. The pictures looked
fine, and Duo was felling better. He and Heero had a date tomorrow...
~*~*~*~*~*~
The bell rang signalling the end of the day, and the end of a serious torture session for Heero. All
through his last class Geography, Heero had been having some really naughty thoughts about a certain
braided boy... standing to leave the classroom Heero discreetly adjusted himself. Making his way to his
bike Heero keep an eye peeled for Duo. Hoping to catch a glimpse of that beautiful pale face and slim
figure. Unfortunately it was not meant to be, as Heero reached his bike.
Securing his back pack in place. Heero kicked the machine to life just as Trowa walked up. "Nice
bike..." one hand in his pocket he other holding his back pack, Trowa looked the bike over. Heero
nodded acknowledging the compliment. Smiling Trowa eyed the messy haired boy, "So how would
you like to come have some real fun?" thinking about the proposed 'boxing' Heero finally nodded.
Trowa smiled, "Follow me my good man..." with that Trowa jumped into a near-by red sports car.
Heero, unsmiling roared off after the speedy little car.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Hurrying home Duo cursed himself for a fool. He'd been so wrapped up in talking with his English
teacher about the upcoming play he was to be in. His English class planed to performance Shakspere's
Romeo and Juliet, but with a twist. A male would play the part of Juliet and a female would play
Romeo. Astoundingly enough Duo had been chosen to play Juliet.
Feeling giddy Duo hurried up a bit. Turning the corner leading to the street his foster family's house was
on Duo's happiness fled. A feeling of dread settled on his heart as he neared his place of dwelling. He
couldn't tell them about his part in the upcoming play, oh God no... his foster father hated anything he
deemed 'un-manly'. The part that Duo was to play, was defiantly not on the manly scale by any stretch
of the imagination. Luckily though tonight Duo was supposed to work, the grave-yard shift at the
Quicky, down the street. He'd be able to escape for a little while at least.
Hurrying up the front steps, Duo timidly opened the door of the large mansion. "Hello..." he called
softly accent thick. Hearing no response Duo breathed a sigh of relief, no one was home yet so he still
had time to get supper ready. Hurrying to the kitchen Duo tied on an apron and began preparation for
the evening meal. The whole while his mind on the blue eyed Heero....
~*~*~*~*~*~
"This is it...." Trowa threw his arms wide welcoming Heero to the gym. Heero looked around, at least a
dozen men were lifting weight's, jumping rope, or working the punching bags. In the centre of the room
was a practice ring were two other men sparred. Clapping Heero on the shoulder Trowa moved
toward the back of the small gym, heading for the change rooms.
Thankfully Heero had a change of cloths with him at all times. Changing with Trowa, the two boys
returned to the main gym. Heero hadn't boxed all that much in him life, preferring karate and kendo. In
the last year though he'd found boxing to be an excellent way to punch out his feelings.
Motioning Heero to start doing something, Trowa himself settled into some weight training. Shrugging
Heero begin pummelling one of the larger bags, bare fisted. The physical exertion cleared his mind
leaving his thoughts free to wander. Unbidden Heero recalled his childhood, his drunkard of a father. At
8 he had received his first and last beating, he'd hit his father with a baseball bat. Nobody messed with
him. He supposed he could trace his violence to that single moment in his life. The moment he watched
his intoxicated father beat his mother to death. To this day it was impossible for Heero to watch
someone bully anther.
Lost in thought Heero didn't notice that his fist were now flying into the bag causing it to groan on it's
tether. Some of the men training had stopped to watch. Heero oblivious continued. He could still hear
his mother pleaded for mercy, pleaded for her life. Pleaded for Heero's life. At the tender age of 5,
Heero lost all faith in God, and the rest of the world. After that it had been an different orphanage,
different gangs. Heero had been in more fights, had broken, twisted, bruised, sliced, ripped, and
anything else imaginable to every part of his body at least twice.
It had been at the age of 12 that Heero had met Wufei. The two boys had their differences true, but
they had become the best of friends in the orphanage that the two of them had been in at the same time.
Since they turned 15 the two boys had managed a dojo, earning money to live on by themselves. It had
been only a year ago that Heero had tried his hand at boxing. After mastering the skills of karate and
other forms of the martial arts he needed something to keep him conditioned and interested.
Still pummelling away at the punching bag Heero was startled when the chain holding it in place
snapped and the poor bag sailed across the room. Blinking in confusion Heero stood stalk still as he
became aware of his audience. Wide eyed Trowa walked cautiously up to Heero. Before the green
eyed boy could reach him, Heero felt a hand on his shoulder. Reacting on instinct Heero threw the arm
and person attached to it across the room...
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Duo! God damn you useless bastard!" Duo coward slightly in the corner. Mrs. Peacecraft stood in the
door way of the kitchen, brandishing a broom. Filled with self-righteous fury, the women stepped closer
to the cowering boy. "What the hell were you thinking? Making a stir-fry on a Tuesday night? Mr.
Peacecraft is not going to be happy..." whimpering Duo tried to make himself invisible.
Moving closer still, Mrs. Peacecraft was about to beat Duo senseless when she heard the front door
open. It was almost 9:00pm and Mr. Peacecraft was well into the booze. Smiling in the most vicious
way, Mrs, Peacecraft steeped away from Duo and went to greet her husband. Through remarkable
skill, she'd learned to manipulate her indisposed husband. Mostly for the beatings of Duo.
Duo knew better then to run, it only made it worse... more painful... It wasn't long before Duo heard
the roar of drunken fury from the hall. Scared Duo tried to disappear as he heard the footsteps
staggering down the hall. Tears filling his eyes Duo tried not to think about what was going to happen to
him. The heavy footfalls stopped outside the kitchen doors.
Silently Duo watched as the doors slowly swung open...
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Wufei I'm home!" Heero slid the door of the dojo open to revel a black haired Chinese man deep in
meditation. Sighing Heero made his way to the kitchen to get something to eat. It had been an eventful
evening. As it turned out that man Heero had tossed across the room, had been none other then Treize.
To Heero that name meant nothing, but to Trowa as he explained, Treize was the underling to Dr. J.
Dr. J owned the underground boxing circuit, he ran the gym, and he payed the big bucks for blood. At
first Treize had been quick to offer a hefty sum if Heero fought....
~*~*~*~*~*~
"I'll give you 2g to fight..." Treize stared at the cold blue eyes in front of him. "No". Heero
leaned from his adopted brother and best friend that fighting was not the answer. "I won't
fight". Treize shook his head, about to threaten the boy Dr. J, the darker presence in the room
stopped him. "I can respect that, thank you for your time Mr. Yuy, fell free to come back
anytime..." Nodding Heero rose leaving the gym..
~*~*~*~*~*~
No standing bare-footed, and bare chested in the small kitchen in their apartment Heero's mind
wandered back to Duo. God he really was a fool... "Interesting day?" Heero turned to stare at the
source of the voice, Chang Wufei once destined leader of his clan stood staring at him in the doorway.
Dark onyx eyes shrewdly studied Heero, Wufei had know the boy since he was 12 when his entire
family had been murdered.
Nodding, Heero turned away. "I'm going to bed see you in the morning..." Wufei sighed as he watched
the retreating figure. "When are you going to find your balance, Heero? When are you going to find
what your looking for..."
~*~*~*~*~*~
The punches, kicks and insults came thick and fast. "Duo you useless piece of shit! I don't know why
we keep you! Son of a whore!" Duo didn't cry, he was to far gone for tears, to far gone for pain. Mr.
Peacecraft had been raining blows on him for almost 15 minutes now, he should be finished soon...
Sure enough the series of blows stopped, and Duo lay quietly on the floor. Breathing heavily Mr.
Peacecraft exited the kitchen heading for his liquor cabinet in the library.
Duo continued to lay on the floor, unable to move. Blood ran from his numerous cuts and contusions,
the sticky red substance pooled around him of the dark marble floor. This was nothing new, the
beatings the blood. All his life... feeling the blackness creep into his mind, Duo by an act of sheer will
pushed himself to his feet. Staggering, he made his way to the basement stairs, unmindful of the trail of
blood left. Stumbling down the rickey steps Duo made it to his farce of a room, cold tiny and concert.
More like a tomb then anything. The good thing though was the tiny washroom with an old fashioned
bathtub.
Staggering into the tiny room, Duo looked at the unrecognisable face in the mirror. The entire left side
of his face was swollen, as were both eyes. God he looked like raw hamburger... sighing he bent down
to wash his face in the sink, bad idea. That beautiful blackness hovering in the recesses of his mind
finally claimed him. Sinking to the floor, Duo's final thoughts were of deep blue eyes and unruly brown
hair... feeling the cold floor meeting his face Duo slipped in unconscious wondering how he was going
to explain his appearance to Heero...
TBC....
[1] Canadian school system, yeah we got OAC it's garde 13 really but this year the school system is
getting rid of it ^_^ (~sigh~ gotta leave highschool even sooner)
[2] Hey it's Heero, and I too have a non-emotional type study face it's called insanity ~_^
[3] The Irish accent in my opioan is the sexiest a man could posses and besides I think it kinda suites
Duo.
[4] My bro is on the football team and I call him JJ as a nickname ^-^
[5] & [6] Yes I eat lunch at 10:44 in the morning (doesn't bother me hungry all the time) and yeas my
high school cafeteria is tiny *holding up fingers* ver small
[7] Man it's Heero!!!!
~*~*~*~*~*~
Wilson: WEEEEEE!!!!!!! new story all ^_^
T: Yes, yes indeed time for fun *sights with sniper rifle*
Wilson: Eeeep.....
D: *snuggling Kenshin plushie* hehehehhehe I love him ^_^
Casey: More gay porn to draw...
Cas: Now I remember why I left...
Wilson: *laughing manically and hugging Duo plushie* Hahahaha.... I got one now...
Jay: Ok were's the smut!
Katie: *sweat drop*
Wilson: Well.... review please tell me should I continue or find something else?
T: *shooting author*
Wilson: @_@
SPANDEX HONEY!!!!! HEEEEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEH....
Pairings: 1x2 (love them) 3x4
Story: Duo, an abused orphan falls for the dangerous Heero Yuy, who is forced to box to keep his
home. (I know sounds dumb right? Well it's not!)
Author's Note: I'm bbbbbaaaaaaaaaacccccccckkkkkkkk!!!! miss me ^_^ brand new story *struts
around* the whole crew is here to *hit with lemons* @_@ yup were back ~sigh~ no peace for the
wicked...
Dedicated to the gun toting, K loving, friend of mine... thank's T for always being there.. ^_^
Fight From the Heart
Round 1: The Fighter and the Lover
Damn! Heero always hated the first day in a new school... tearing down the road leading to his new
school on his motorcycle, the Japanese youth muttered curses. He was going to be late, well it wasn't
his fault his damn clock didn't go off.
Arriving just in time to hear the bell ring, Heero cursed again as he pulled his helmet off. Unruly brown
locks spilled free of the confining head-piece as cobalt blue eyes narrowed. Glaring at the school, that
was supposed to be the best in the area. Fortunately for Heero the school didn't require a uniform as
the others he had attended, so dressed in a pair of tight if slightly faded blue jeans and a white T-shirt
Heero unconsciously pulled off the total-bad-ass-with-a-soft-side look. Placing his helmet on the
handle bars, Heero bent to retrieve his battered old green backpack from where it was tied to the back
of his bike. Slinging it over his shoulder, the pissed teen ran one hand through his dark hair,
unknowingly reviling the small silver hoop, and two other small earings in his left ear.
Still slightly chaffed about his stupid alarm clock Heero walked into the school, it seemed as though it
was going to be an interesting day. Sure enough as Heero wandered the halls in search of the office, he
had missed the first bell, everyone was in class. Finally after a good 10 minute search Heero located the
main office. A small plump women wearing horn-rimmed glasses glared up at him, "Can I help you?"
her tone was short and clipped. Heero shrugged, "Getting my time table, new here..." the secretary
nodded "Get to first and don't be any later then you already are". Grumbling Heero grabbed the sheet
extended to him, pivoting in place he marched down the hall.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Duo was late, man Mr. Hebear was gonna be some kinda pissed. Flying down the hall, the teen didn't
see Heero approaching until it was to late. Duo ran straight into Heero's chest, causing the larger boy
grunt at the impact and Duo to rebound. Duo lost his balance, falling forward again right into that chest
he just hit. Acting on impulse Heero caught the small teen hugging him close. For a split second Duo felt
safe, it was the strangest thing. For the first time in his 18 years of life Duo Maxwell felt safe.
What was he doing? Pulling back Duo tilted his head up slightly, only to find himself captured by pair of
gorgeous blue eyes. Heero felt the breath leave his chest, he started into the most glorious eyes he had
ever seen. The colour of violets after the rain, soft and velvety. Those eyes seemed to take up most of
that lovely heart shaped face, although at that moment one of those bewitching eyes was almost swollen
shut. "Uh-uh s-ssory I ran into you..." Duo stammered trying to edge away.
This guy was huge, over six feet with well proportioned muscles. Gulping Duo still edged backward,
this guy could snap him like a twig. Heero smirked at the antics of the smaller man, "Hn, nice shiner you
got there..." Duo gasped softy touching the tender flesh, "It's nothing I just hit a wall..." Heero snorted
something didn't wash right. "Umm well I gotta get to class now so uhh..." There was something about
the way the little one spoke, some sort of accent that Heero couldn't place. Duo was just about to bolt
when the new guy held out his hand, "I'm Heero Yuy," Duo grinned then winced when he realized that
small motion hurt. "Duo Maxwell," he said shaking the proffered hand.
Looking at his watch Duo abruptly turned away realising the other man's hand, "Sorry gotta run!" with
that Duo took off down the hall. Heero stood stalk still watching as the slim figure disappeared around
the corner. Not only did Duo have usual eyes, he had some pretty funky hair. Hip length chestnut locks
braided down his back. Heero knew girls who wished they could have hair like that.
Well, all this was getting him nowhere, so Heero picked up his book bag from the floor before
continuing in the opposite direction Duo had taken. Musing about the odd encounter Heero finally
arrived at the correct room. The teacher stoped mid sentence as he took full measure of the new
student. Heero blankly handed the teacher his note, reading the note the teacher turned his attention to
the class. "Students, I want you to make Mr. Heero Yuy welcome he just moved here from Japan".
Heero nodded as the students choused their hello's. "Well Heero there's a spare seat next to Mr.
Barton, at the back", the teacher pointed the said seat out. Without a word Heero made his way to the
seat.
Plopping unceremoniously into the chair, Heero sighed his mind still on that braided boy he ran into. It
took Heero a few moments to realize that his companion next to him was staring. Heero turned to stare
right into those green eyes. "Trowa," the boy said holding out his hand, "Heero," the blue-eyed boy
replied taking the hand. That was it from then on the two would be the best of friends. Turning their
attention to the teacher, Heero vaguely listened to the man rant about the injustice of what Shakspere
had to indure. That made Heero smile, it sounded too much like his brother Wufei.
The rest of class Heero spent in a sort of daydream, thinking about violet eyes and long brown hair.
Finally the bell rang signalling next class. Feeling a sharp jab to his rib cage Heero turned to face
Trowa. "What's your next class?" the boy asked Heero shrugged stuffing his hands in his pockets.
Finding the ball of paper that was supposedly his time table Heero studied the second period block.
"Science," he told the boy. Trowa nodded, "Same here. Comon' I'll show you the way..." Heero
grabbed his bag following the green-eyed teen into the hall.
The halls were packed as everyone got their books out for next class, girls chattering, boys bragging,
yeah this was a typical high-school. Trailing slightly behind Trowa, Heero watched amused as everyone
from minor-niners to OAC[1] gave the teen a wide berth. Study the boy all Heero could see was a
emerald eyed 18 year-old with hair that covered one eye in a gravity defying way. Wearing a black
tank and tight black jeans Trowa did look somewhat imposing.
Making it to the science lab with time to spare Heero found himself a seat with Trowa once more. "So
what ya into?" Heero looked at his friend oddly, "Whatda mean?" he frowned. "You know sports,
girls, guys... the usual," Heero couldn't tell weather the guy was kidding or not. For here was an
instance were your sexuality was being questioned, now he could say girls look macho, or he could say
what he really wanted; a nice braided boy he ran into in the hall. Trowa grinned nodding knowingly
over Heero's silence, "No worries man, your talking with on of the schools biggest boy supporters", he
said winking. " If I didn't already have a blond angel I'm madly in love with I'd probably jump yo-"
Heero covered Trowa's mouth before he said anything else.
Thankfully the bell rang and class began, but not without a red face Heero and a hysterical Trowa.
Growling Heero smacked Trowa upside the head. The unibanged boy controlled himself to an extent.
Getting down to the business at hand Heero plastered his no-emotion type study face[2] and allowed
himself to daydream about that slim little body that had been plastered to his chest not so long ago.
~*~*~*~
Relena Peacecraft idly snapped her gum as she watched the new boy across the class. The unruly
haired boy intrigued her. Stunning blue eyes, just-out-of-bed hair and a physic of an Adonis. To cap it
off there was an air of mystery and danger about the boy, those earings adorning his left lobe caught
Relena's attention A small silver cross dangled on a short chain from one hole while two other silver
hoops marched up his ear.
Not paying the least bit of attention to the teacher Relena leaned slightly closer to her best friend Hilde.
"Do you know his name?" Hilde smirked knowingly, "Yup, Heero Yuy the new transfer student. Not
bad ne?" Relena leaned back in her seat, still staring at the boy, with a calculating gaze. This honey's
gonna be mine...
~*~*~*~
Duo sighed for the hundredth time that hour. Setting up his tripod, he swiftly lined up his camera and
adjusted his light metre. Looking up at his subject, presently sleeping on a front porch Duo set the
black dog in his sights. This was Duo's favourite time. When he was out taking pictures the whole
world could just go to hell. There was something so calming about this particular form of art, Duo had
found out first hand.
Second year photography was Duo's best subject. He loved to be outside on a bright sunny day taking
pictures of everyday events and people. He loved to make up stories to go with each of his pictures. A
happy little girl playing with her dolls could be his sister, a young boy running in a game of tag could be
his brother, and a loving mom with her children could be his...
Long ago Duo had learned that the world of make believe and fantasy were much better then reality
that was his life. Duo had been an orphan for as long as he could remember, as a baby his mother had
left him in an orphanage when he was a month old. Duo could only vaguely remembered the orphanage
where he spent the first five-years of his life. He did remember the day 'they' showed up though. Mr
and Mrs. Peacecraft. Very powerful, influential political figure heads. It would look good in their
campaign to adopt a poor waif of a boy.
Lips twisting in a bitter smile Duo gently touched his black eye, yes they had been the perfect parents
on T.V. and in the media, but he knew differently. Soon after Duo was brought home the beatings
started. At the age of five Duo had been subjected to the wrath of the Peacecraft family. Shuddering
Duo pushed down the memories of his childhood, the teasing the taunting, name calling. Yes, Duo with
his ugly, name-bandless clothing, his long hair, his feminine looks and his slight Irish drawl [3]. God only
knows where he had come by the accent, but have it he did. Normally it was light and hard to detect,
but in the grips of strong emotions the brogue was thick and at times hard to decipher.
All those things conspiring against him to make his childhood a nightmare. Now that he was in high-
school the teasing only increased, and the physical beatings started. Duo was under no delusions about
himself, he knew he was skinny, and not all together that strong... hell he knew he looked like a girl.
That still didn't make the pain go away.
The one bright side to being his age though, Duo worked at night. Night was the worst around the
Peacecraft residence. Mr. Peacecraft was a heavy drinker, and every time Duo was near or within
hitting distance he became the punching bag. The worst part about this pathetic life of his, was the fact
he allowed it to happen, but he couldn't stop it or they would kick him out. To top it all off, Relena had
also taken a liking to smacking Duo around when she wanted something.
Shaking his head Duo glaceed at his cheep plastic watch encircling his left wrist. "Shit!" he quickly took
down his equipment racing to get to the school on time. He had to get into the cafeteria early or else he
received a good round of punches from the football captain JJ [4]. Running as fast as his bulky camera
bag would allow Duo made b-line from the school.
~*~*~*~
The bell rung at 10:44 am to signal the start of lunch [5], Heero collected his Science books as he
stood to leave. Trowa walked with him down the hall heading for their lockers. "So where's ya
locker?" the green eyed boy asked Heero told him the number, "No shit, my lockers right beside
yours!" grinning Trowa guided them down the hall.
Book stashed away in his excuse of a locker, Heero followed Trowa into the cafeteria. The place was
tiny! [6] Pushing his way through the crowd Trowa made for a table against the wall. Few little grade
nines were seated there presently, but as Trowa approached they seemed to think that moving would
be a good idea.
Dropping himself ungracefully into the nearest chair, Trowa motioned to Heero to take a seat. "Saw
the RP3 checking you out in class there..." Heero looked at his new friend in utter bewilderment,
Trowa chuckled "The RP3 are the Relena Peacecraft three. There's Hilde, and Dorothy who follow
Relena Peacecraft, so you see it's the RP3," Heero laughed. "So that blond there looking at me as if I
was something to eat was Relena Peacecraft?" Trowa nodded still slouching, "Yeah she sure is a rich
bitch".
The conversation ended when a petite blonde with wide clear blue eyes set down a tray on the table
then climbed into Trowa's lap. Arching an eyebrow slightly Heero sent a wordless message to the tall
brown haired boy across the table. Looping an arm around the small ones waist, Trowa introduced the
newcomer, "Heero meet Quatre Rebecca Winner, Quatre meet Heero Yuy," pausing slightly Trowa
continued looking Heero directly in the eye "Quatre's my boyfriend..." Heero shrugged, grabbing his
backpack he took out his lunch.
Grabbing his chopsticks Heero dug into his ramen, totally unaware of the looks he received from both
Quatre and Trowa. "Your not... I... your not..." looking up at the stuttering blond and the wide eyed
Trowa. Heero arched an eyebrow, "I'm not disgusted by you two? Well if I was I'd be one hell of a
hypocrite no wouldn't I?" it took all of 10 seconds for the couple to process that before both broke
down into gales of laughter. "Oh man!" wiping tears from his eye's Trowa hugged his boyfriend closer,
"And Relena is after you oh man, this is rich". Shaking his head Heero went back to his slightly charred
lunch.
Damn, he wished that Wufei could cook, for that matter he wished he could cook a decent meal. "So,
do you have a boyfriend?" Heero looked up to see Quatre staring at him intently. Shaking his head
Heero suddenly thought of violet eyes. "Say, do either of you know someone by the name of Duo
Maxwell?" Trowa shook his head, "No can't say I do..." Quatre sat pondering, as his taller boyfriend
ran his fingers up and down his arm possessively. " The name sounds familiar but I can't quite place
it..." Quatre trailed off as a raucous outburst from a table on the other side of the cafeteria interrupted
his train of thought. Looking over Heero saw all the males at the table were wearing the same black
jacket embolized with a shark. Shaking his head Trowa idly ate food his lover offered to him. "The
football team, bunch of damn pansies!" Heero smirked, "So what do you guys do around here for fun?"
Trowa smiled, well more or less leered slightly. "The underground boxing ring..."
Heero was stunned, so they did have boxing here? Seeing Heero's stunned look Trowa nodded,
"That's what the real men around here do anyway, they box. Say if ya wanna come over to the gym
with me tonight I could introduce you around..." Heero nodded lost in thought, maybe this place wasn't
a total drag after all...
"What's the time?!" Quatre's sudden outburst scared the hell out of Heero. Glaring at the blond Heero
silently demanded the reason behind the outburst. Trowa shuddered, those cold eyes... "It's 11: 13
Cat", Trowa replied using the little blond's pet name. "Well it's time then isn't it..." Heero noticed all
heads seemed to turn toward the direction of the doors leading into the cafeteria. "What's...' suddenly
Heero's powers of speech vanished as all the air in his chest left with a whoosh. There coming through
the doors was Duo! Looking even better then the first time they had met.
Heero continued to watch as Duo hurried to the top of the stairs, starting down Duo seemed to trip, or
stumbling or something. Losing his footing Duo tumbled down the stairs to land in a graceless heap at
the bottom.. Heero knew his heart had stopped the moment he saw that angel tumble. As the cafeteria
erupted into laughter Heero turned to look at his companions, shock showing clearly on his face. "Why
are you laughing?" Heero was ready to kill, why hadn't anyone stopped Duo? "Why did anyone help
Duo?" Trowa's single visible eye raised to his hair line, "Irish? Irish, is Duo?" Quatre wore an equal
expression of surprise and shock. "Yes, that's Duo but what's with the Irish?" Quatre answered
regaining some of his composure, "If you've ever heard him talk you'll notice the Irish brogue he seems
to have".
Looking back Heero spotted Duo being approached by the RP3. Narrowing his eyes Heero watched
as Relena and her gang crowed around Duo. "What are they doing?" Quatre looked up unconcerned,
"They're brother and sister... well Duo's adopted and no one in their right mind would say that out
loud. Relena is very touchy about that topic". Snorting Heero got up and walked over to the group
surrounding Duo. He just had to talk to the beautiful boy again.
Duo leaned away from Relena, he hated to admit it but Relena scared him. It was common for Relena
to hit Duo as well. Although he knew it was wrong, he was just so scared and ashamed to tell anyone.
Yet standing here in the cafeteria surrounded by the people that hate him, Duo wanted nothing more
then to just... just put all this pain to rest.
"Hello..." that deep sensuous voice permeated Duo's conscious. Looking past Relena's head Duo's
eyes widened as he stared into deep blue eyes. "H-hi..." Duo stammered out just before Relena
launched her self onto the new commoner. Duo wanted to cry. Here was the man of his dreams, and
there was Relena leaning all over him. Wearing very little, she just about busted over the top of her very
tight tank. Strategically positioning herself to give Heero the best view of her cleavage, she flaunted her
designer clothing and pricy jewellery.
Duo looked down at his own clothing, baggy blue T-shirt no name brand just the cheap Giant Tiger
special. Black boarder pants that were way to big for him, it was supposed to be the style but, Duo's
thin frame made it impossible to pull it off correctly. Shoe's laces never tied, no-name brand cloths,
second-hand, cheap. That was Duo. He had to by his own clothing, his foster parents had cut him off
the moment he turned 12. Since then anything Duo wanted he had to work for. Relena got everything
on a silver platter.
Yes, that was the way it was Relena the little 'princess' and Duo the pauper. Still chatting away Relena
tried to get Heero's full attention, unfortunately the object of the unruly haired boys attention was
looking so downtrodden, that it took Heero everything he had not to drag the fragile looking boy into
his arms. Deciding that the bitch had to go Heero shrugged the annoying Relena away none to gently.
Giggling Relena smiled coyly, "I understand, well two can play at that game..." gathering her self
together Relena turned to her friends, "Come we must go prepare for our next class". Turning away
with a practice spin used to show off all attributes to there fullest potential, Relena walked way.
Sighing with relief Heero turned back to the braided boy, smiling Heero leisurely scanned the beautiful
creature standing so near. Duo in turn swallowed, "I-I'm s-ssorry, to h-have bumped into you earlier b-
but I didn't see you and..." Duo trailed off as he studied the floor. God, now Heero would want to beat
him, he must why else would he acknowledge my precesses. Heero was startled, sure enough he could
her the distinct lithe to Duo's voice. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard. Waving a hand to
bat away Duo's apology Heero continued to smile, "Think nothing of it, I was wondering though if you
were busy tonight?" Duo looked up startled. Was this gorgeous creature asking him out? Like a date?
Duo had never been on a date before, he'd never had a girlfriend or boyfriend for that matter. He'd
never had a friend. Relena hated him and since she was the most popular girl in their grade that meant
no one could talk to him without being uncool.
Realizing Heero was still waiting Duo blurted out "I can't!" Heero looked disappointed, Duo hastened
to explain, "I gotta work and..." Heero held up his hand for silence. "It's ok, I just thought since I was
new in town you could show me around a bit..." Duo was really near tears now, he wanted nothing
more then to spend more time with this boy. "Well how about tomorrow?" Heero smiled "Alright then
tomorrow". Duo grinned a genuine true grin. Staring into those beautiful eyes Duo slowly reached out...
and the bell rang.
Suddenly pulling his hand back quickly looking horrified. 'I-I'll see you later!" Duo called as he took
off tripping over his laces. Cursing Heero scowled, stomping over to collect his backpack from the
lunch table he angerly strapped on the green bag. Grinning Trowa gave Quatre a lusty kiss before the
little blonde scampered off to his next class.
Seeing his new friends death glare [7] Trowa smirked. Shouldering his bag Trowa ventured into the
dragon's cave, 'So what's your next class?" "Biology..." the angry boy ground out. "Same here," a still
very amused Trowa replied. Shaking his head Trowa head for the third floor science labs, with a
disgruntled Heero following.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Relena sat in Math bored out of her mind. Instead of the stupid useless math problems, she was
devising a way to get Heero Yuy. That beautiful sculpted body made her want to scream. Passing notes
with both Hilde and Dorothy, the three known as the RP3 devised what they thought was a cleaver
plan to capture the boy. Grinning like a cat with a mouse Relena tucked away the plan in the back of
her mind. Oh yes Heero would be her's...
~*~*~*~*~*~
Duo wanted cry. Staring blankly into the dark, his hands absently went through the motions of
developing his pictures. He had been asked out! Duo had never had any sort of relationship before, no
one cared that much about him. He knew that it was socially unacceptable to be..well.... gay. That
didn't matter though. No. Duo was ready to cry because someone, no matter how little liked him.
Finishing his print, Duo walked out of the darkroom to take a look at his proofs. The pictures looked
fine, and Duo was felling better. He and Heero had a date tomorrow...
~*~*~*~*~*~
The bell rang signalling the end of the day, and the end of a serious torture session for Heero. All
through his last class Geography, Heero had been having some really naughty thoughts about a certain
braided boy... standing to leave the classroom Heero discreetly adjusted himself. Making his way to his
bike Heero keep an eye peeled for Duo. Hoping to catch a glimpse of that beautiful pale face and slim
figure. Unfortunately it was not meant to be, as Heero reached his bike.
Securing his back pack in place. Heero kicked the machine to life just as Trowa walked up. "Nice
bike..." one hand in his pocket he other holding his back pack, Trowa looked the bike over. Heero
nodded acknowledging the compliment. Smiling Trowa eyed the messy haired boy, "So how would
you like to come have some real fun?" thinking about the proposed 'boxing' Heero finally nodded.
Trowa smiled, "Follow me my good man..." with that Trowa jumped into a near-by red sports car.
Heero, unsmiling roared off after the speedy little car.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Hurrying home Duo cursed himself for a fool. He'd been so wrapped up in talking with his English
teacher about the upcoming play he was to be in. His English class planed to performance Shakspere's
Romeo and Juliet, but with a twist. A male would play the part of Juliet and a female would play
Romeo. Astoundingly enough Duo had been chosen to play Juliet.
Feeling giddy Duo hurried up a bit. Turning the corner leading to the street his foster family's house was
on Duo's happiness fled. A feeling of dread settled on his heart as he neared his place of dwelling. He
couldn't tell them about his part in the upcoming play, oh God no... his foster father hated anything he
deemed 'un-manly'. The part that Duo was to play, was defiantly not on the manly scale by any stretch
of the imagination. Luckily though tonight Duo was supposed to work, the grave-yard shift at the
Quicky, down the street. He'd be able to escape for a little while at least.
Hurrying up the front steps, Duo timidly opened the door of the large mansion. "Hello..." he called
softly accent thick. Hearing no response Duo breathed a sigh of relief, no one was home yet so he still
had time to get supper ready. Hurrying to the kitchen Duo tied on an apron and began preparation for
the evening meal. The whole while his mind on the blue eyed Heero....
~*~*~*~*~*~
"This is it...." Trowa threw his arms wide welcoming Heero to the gym. Heero looked around, at least a
dozen men were lifting weight's, jumping rope, or working the punching bags. In the centre of the room
was a practice ring were two other men sparred. Clapping Heero on the shoulder Trowa moved
toward the back of the small gym, heading for the change rooms.
Thankfully Heero had a change of cloths with him at all times. Changing with Trowa, the two boys
returned to the main gym. Heero hadn't boxed all that much in him life, preferring karate and kendo. In
the last year though he'd found boxing to be an excellent way to punch out his feelings.
Motioning Heero to start doing something, Trowa himself settled into some weight training. Shrugging
Heero begin pummelling one of the larger bags, bare fisted. The physical exertion cleared his mind
leaving his thoughts free to wander. Unbidden Heero recalled his childhood, his drunkard of a father. At
8 he had received his first and last beating, he'd hit his father with a baseball bat. Nobody messed with
him. He supposed he could trace his violence to that single moment in his life. The moment he watched
his intoxicated father beat his mother to death. To this day it was impossible for Heero to watch
someone bully anther.
Lost in thought Heero didn't notice that his fist were now flying into the bag causing it to groan on it's
tether. Some of the men training had stopped to watch. Heero oblivious continued. He could still hear
his mother pleaded for mercy, pleaded for her life. Pleaded for Heero's life. At the tender age of 5,
Heero lost all faith in God, and the rest of the world. After that it had been an different orphanage,
different gangs. Heero had been in more fights, had broken, twisted, bruised, sliced, ripped, and
anything else imaginable to every part of his body at least twice.
It had been at the age of 12 that Heero had met Wufei. The two boys had their differences true, but
they had become the best of friends in the orphanage that the two of them had been in at the same time.
Since they turned 15 the two boys had managed a dojo, earning money to live on by themselves. It had
been only a year ago that Heero had tried his hand at boxing. After mastering the skills of karate and
other forms of the martial arts he needed something to keep him conditioned and interested.
Still pummelling away at the punching bag Heero was startled when the chain holding it in place
snapped and the poor bag sailed across the room. Blinking in confusion Heero stood stalk still as he
became aware of his audience. Wide eyed Trowa walked cautiously up to Heero. Before the green
eyed boy could reach him, Heero felt a hand on his shoulder. Reacting on instinct Heero threw the arm
and person attached to it across the room...
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Duo! God damn you useless bastard!" Duo coward slightly in the corner. Mrs. Peacecraft stood in the
door way of the kitchen, brandishing a broom. Filled with self-righteous fury, the women stepped closer
to the cowering boy. "What the hell were you thinking? Making a stir-fry on a Tuesday night? Mr.
Peacecraft is not going to be happy..." whimpering Duo tried to make himself invisible.
Moving closer still, Mrs. Peacecraft was about to beat Duo senseless when she heard the front door
open. It was almost 9:00pm and Mr. Peacecraft was well into the booze. Smiling in the most vicious
way, Mrs, Peacecraft steeped away from Duo and went to greet her husband. Through remarkable
skill, she'd learned to manipulate her indisposed husband. Mostly for the beatings of Duo.
Duo knew better then to run, it only made it worse... more painful... It wasn't long before Duo heard
the roar of drunken fury from the hall. Scared Duo tried to disappear as he heard the footsteps
staggering down the hall. Tears filling his eyes Duo tried not to think about what was going to happen to
him. The heavy footfalls stopped outside the kitchen doors.
Silently Duo watched as the doors slowly swung open...
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Wufei I'm home!" Heero slid the door of the dojo open to revel a black haired Chinese man deep in
meditation. Sighing Heero made his way to the kitchen to get something to eat. It had been an eventful
evening. As it turned out that man Heero had tossed across the room, had been none other then Treize.
To Heero that name meant nothing, but to Trowa as he explained, Treize was the underling to Dr. J.
Dr. J owned the underground boxing circuit, he ran the gym, and he payed the big bucks for blood. At
first Treize had been quick to offer a hefty sum if Heero fought....
~*~*~*~*~*~
"I'll give you 2g to fight..." Treize stared at the cold blue eyes in front of him. "No". Heero
leaned from his adopted brother and best friend that fighting was not the answer. "I won't
fight". Treize shook his head, about to threaten the boy Dr. J, the darker presence in the room
stopped him. "I can respect that, thank you for your time Mr. Yuy, fell free to come back
anytime..." Nodding Heero rose leaving the gym..
~*~*~*~*~*~
No standing bare-footed, and bare chested in the small kitchen in their apartment Heero's mind
wandered back to Duo. God he really was a fool... "Interesting day?" Heero turned to stare at the
source of the voice, Chang Wufei once destined leader of his clan stood staring at him in the doorway.
Dark onyx eyes shrewdly studied Heero, Wufei had know the boy since he was 12 when his entire
family had been murdered.
Nodding, Heero turned away. "I'm going to bed see you in the morning..." Wufei sighed as he watched
the retreating figure. "When are you going to find your balance, Heero? When are you going to find
what your looking for..."
~*~*~*~*~*~
The punches, kicks and insults came thick and fast. "Duo you useless piece of shit! I don't know why
we keep you! Son of a whore!" Duo didn't cry, he was to far gone for tears, to far gone for pain. Mr.
Peacecraft had been raining blows on him for almost 15 minutes now, he should be finished soon...
Sure enough the series of blows stopped, and Duo lay quietly on the floor. Breathing heavily Mr.
Peacecraft exited the kitchen heading for his liquor cabinet in the library.
Duo continued to lay on the floor, unable to move. Blood ran from his numerous cuts and contusions,
the sticky red substance pooled around him of the dark marble floor. This was nothing new, the
beatings the blood. All his life... feeling the blackness creep into his mind, Duo by an act of sheer will
pushed himself to his feet. Staggering, he made his way to the basement stairs, unmindful of the trail of
blood left. Stumbling down the rickey steps Duo made it to his farce of a room, cold tiny and concert.
More like a tomb then anything. The good thing though was the tiny washroom with an old fashioned
bathtub.
Staggering into the tiny room, Duo looked at the unrecognisable face in the mirror. The entire left side
of his face was swollen, as were both eyes. God he looked like raw hamburger... sighing he bent down
to wash his face in the sink, bad idea. That beautiful blackness hovering in the recesses of his mind
finally claimed him. Sinking to the floor, Duo's final thoughts were of deep blue eyes and unruly brown
hair... feeling the cold floor meeting his face Duo slipped in unconscious wondering how he was going
to explain his appearance to Heero...
TBC....
[1] Canadian school system, yeah we got OAC it's garde 13 really but this year the school system is
getting rid of it ^_^ (~sigh~ gotta leave highschool even sooner)
[2] Hey it's Heero, and I too have a non-emotional type study face it's called insanity ~_^
[3] The Irish accent in my opioan is the sexiest a man could posses and besides I think it kinda suites
Duo.
[4] My bro is on the football team and I call him JJ as a nickname ^-^
[5] & [6] Yes I eat lunch at 10:44 in the morning (doesn't bother me hungry all the time) and yeas my
high school cafeteria is tiny *holding up fingers* ver small
[7] Man it's Heero!!!!
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Wilson: WEEEEEE!!!!!!! new story all ^_^
T: Yes, yes indeed time for fun *sights with sniper rifle*
Wilson: Eeeep.....
D: *snuggling Kenshin plushie* hehehehhehe I love him ^_^
Casey: More gay porn to draw...
Cas: Now I remember why I left...
Wilson: *laughing manically and hugging Duo plushie* Hahahaha.... I got one now...
Jay: Ok were's the smut!
Katie: *sweat drop*
Wilson: Well.... review please tell me should I continue or find something else?
T: *shooting author*
Wilson: @_@