Interlude II:
This Boy’s Life:
The popular misconception
about yours truly is that I’m so damn easygoing and have no care in the world.
Well, you would be right…for most things. I usually try not to let things get
to me and do my best to accept each difficult situation with optimism or humor.
Take for instance my family or lack thereof. For a kid who spent most of his
early years in an orphanage and then being moved from one foster home to
another, I think I turned out pretty well all things considered. I don’t do
drugs – although I will confess that I did experiment a little at my former
school. But after a week of barfing like I was going to die – and fuck, I did
feel as if I was going to die! – I gave it up quickly and vowed to stay away
from that shit for as long as I live. I can hold my liquor…at least when I
really get into it unlike someone else we all know and usually try not to
overdo it even when I get pissed off and feel like drowning myself in whatever
beverage is available at the time. Anger plus alcohol is always a bad
combination.
I tend to make friends easily
and take pride in being able to weed out the losers from the regular ones. So
yeah, I know you’re thinking about the guys on the roof the other day but trust
me, they are far from being jackasses. Okay, so Noda needs some serious help –
I mean the guy’s dumber than a brick – but he’s got a good heart and doesn’t
like to see his buddies hurt, which was one of the reasons he stood up for me. Miwa
and Tony are all right too. They just follow Noda around like lost puppies,
doing whatever he says in the hopes that they’ll get a praise or two from him.
I guess I’m just one of those guys who like to see the good in people or rather
believe that every asshole in this planet has some tiny bit of good in his or
her heart. I blame that naïve theory on Sister Helen – one of the few people
who really influenced me growing up. She was a nun at the orphanage I had grown
up in and was like a mom to me. She would usually say something like,
‘Although there are bad
people in this world, Duo, you’ve just got to remember that nobody comes into
his world being evil. Everyone’s got a little bit of good in him. You’ve just
got to remember that and everything will be just fine.’
As a younger kid, I would
often sit in my room and wonder if my real mom or dad had any good in them. I
wondered why they would leave a baby at the doorstep of a strange place and
basically abandon him. I began to wonder if I had been born ‘bad’ and if they
didn’t like me at all. It was only natural for me to harbor some kind of hatred
for them - although I kept my feelings to myself about that and never let it
out during Confessions. I was sure Sister Helen would not have approved of my
thoughts at the time.
And so after all these years,
mother shows up to take me back again. You should have seen the way I gaped at
her standing before me in that parking lot. It was strange and at first I felt
nothing for her. I mean how did you expect me to react? To jump into her arms
and to scream that I was so thrilled she had finally returned? I am seventeen
years-old for chrissakes. Where had she been for almost sixteen of them? But
she cried and she begged and pleaded with me to hear her out. She had been a
frightened sixteen-year-old girl, who had fallen in love with a military man
(Dad) and willingly slept with him without thinking of the consequences. Oh,
she didn’t regret having me because I was the most precious thing in the world
to her at the time because Daddy had left her to fend for herself. She had no
money and had no parents to send me to. The only option she had was to keep me
at the orphanage with a vow to return as soon as she was able to fend for both
of us.
Over our first dinner
together at some fancy restaurant, I finally asked why she never visited me –
not even once – throughout my stay there but she replied by saying that she had
come by…when I had moved to my first foster home that is. Sister Helen was no
longer in that parish and no one – most of them were new staff – had no records
or knew where I was. I told her that I had been adopted by Mrs. Silas – an old
lady who had lost her grandson in a car accident a few years back and she
basically wanted me as a companion. She was nice but senile and boy did I have
a hard time trying to keep up with her medications, prescriptions and the fact
that she kept calling me Adam after her grandson. For two years, I remained
with her, learning how to cook – since she couldn’t do so anymore – having to tend
to her gardens, take her out for daily walks in her wheelchair…you name it, I
did it. She did have a nurse who stopped by every other day for a checkup so it
wasn’t as if I was saddled with a whole lot of work. It was nice being with her
and I felt I could live there until she kicked me out. Unfortunately, I
returned home from school one day to find her lying on the kitchen floor, flat
out cold. She had overdosed on her medication for the afternoon and had
suffered a heart attack.
Yeah, it was definitely not a
very fun time in my life.
I was shipped off to a foster
home with about three thousand credits to my name – thanks to Mrs. Silas who
had left that in her will. I also inherited her house but since I was too young
to do much, I left it in the hands of the lawyers who sold it to the highest
bidder. I now realize it was a bad decision on my part. However, I made no
mistakes about my money. I opened up a savings account and stored everything in
there, never letting Mrs. Foster, the owner of the home, know that I was that
‘rich.’ I stayed in that hell-hole for about six months before finding myself a
new family. This time, the couple was a banker and his new wife who was a
former model or something. She had claimed that she could not have kids and
wanted someone like me to raise as her own. It didn’t make much sense to me. I
mean, wouldn’t her friends know that I wasn’t really her son? I had figured
she’d want like a baby or someone much younger but according to her, she didn’t
want to go through the whole diaper and waking-up-late at night routine. Well,
at least you’ve got to hand it to her. She was a smart woman….and sexy as hell to
a thirteen year-old.
They weren’t stinking rich,
but they were well off than most. We had a pool and a tennis court and lived in
those posh suburbs where everyone stayed outside getting suntans and trying to
show off their well cut lawns or their new grills for barbecues or parties
which they threw like every other goddamn weekend. Sheila – that was my mom’s
name at the time – was young and had a great body. I mean she would literally
walk around the house in nothing but a sarong or a bikini top during the summer
to show off her awesome physique. I remember lots of kids at my new school all
drooling over her whenever she came to pick me up after classes and man; I had
the best time showing her off.
(Needless to say, telling my
real mom about this story was not very appealing to her. She called Sheila a
‘slut’ beneath her breath and I had to hide a smile at that.)
Unfortunately,
I stayed at the foster home
until I was about fifteen, going to school during the day and working at a
local grocery store in the evenings. I continued to save, determined to move
out on my own when I was sixteen. However, I got a tremendous blow to my plans
when I paid a visit to the bank to see how much my assets had risen over the
years. But according to the tellers, there was no such name in their system and
all my money – 4,832 credits – was taken out by some anonymous withdrawer. Words
cannot adequately express how angry and upset I was. But what could I do? I was
just some adopted (well not at the time) kid who just happened to have an
account at some local bank. I couldn’t afford a lawyer or you’d bet I’d have taken
matters into my own hands. So there I was - fifteen, nearly broke and still
stuck at that fucked up foster home. I didn’t know what the hell to do until I
met Stevie or rather Steve-o. He was a regular customer at the store and was
way too cool – at least in my eyes. I told him about my predicament and had to
listen to him rant for a good ten minutes about the injustices of the
government. He said we couldn’t let them get away with taking my hard earned
money like that and I’d have to fight back.
How? I asked.
And he gives me this knowing
grin that sends goosebumps up my arms. He took me to his underground lair – a
place where people like him lived. They were simply known as the Red Army or in
layman’s terms, hackers. In that stuffy room there were at least twenty
computers and laptops, guys and a few girls who looked as if they hadn’t taken
a shower in weeks, all lounging about and working their asses off. By working I
mean breaking into top secret government files, buildings, bank accounts…you
name it, those guys knew everything. Steve-o could see that I was hooked and
before long, made me an honorary recruit.
Remember Heero getting all
tight-assed about my supposed forged school records and grants from various
scholarships and organizations? Well, that was the only way I could get through
school. With the help of Steve-o and his friends, I was able to learn ways in
which to fool the administrations without batting an eyelash. Of course, I
learned other things there including losing my virginity but that’s a whole
other story altogether.
Nonetheless, when I felt like
I was about to be caught by the authorities, I’d move to another school before
they could get a hold of me or my activities. I changed names quite a lot, but
I was now rich enough to move out of the Home, find my own place and attend
Fujiwara like any other regular student. So yeah, I was dishonest and stole
from the government, but wouldn’t you do the same thing if you were in my
shoes? I mean they stole from me so it’s only right I get back what’s
mine by any means necessary, right?
Anyway, all of that is in the
past now and mom knows about it. I did exclude the parts about me seeing
Heero’s face for the first time in the newspaper and my unexplainable
fascination with the guy. I don’t want to call it love at first sight – it
would sound way too cheesy – but I swear it seemed that way. How else can I
explain my need to read up all about that wonder kid who seemed to win every
damn tournament he entered? And on that day he finally came to Fujiwara for a
debate competition, I knew I was
going to move to Fujisaki to be with him. The rest as they say is history.
I’m glad my life’s settled
down somewhat. I have my mother again and by mutual agreement, have decided not
to mention my father in any conversation. I do know that he’s married and lives
with his wife and two children somewhere up north and that’s about it. However,
I have great friends now, a cool school and a guy I’m totally and completely
nuts about. It’s just unfortunate that there’s someone else who’s…well…literally nuts about the guy I love.
To think that a guy would go
this far just to get someone’s attention is beyond me. I’ve met some really
crazy people in my life, but this guy has got to take the cake.
Kamui Teruo.
He’s the son of some big hot
shot Minister of Education or something like that. So how do you ‘fight’
against a guy like that who pulls all the strings and can have you kicked out
of every school in the country without batting an eyelash? I have made a vow to
graduate with Heero and I don’t want to break that promise by doing something
stupid like say choking the life out of Kamui or punching him to submission or
better yet, dangling him from the rooftop at school to get the message across.
There has to be something I can do that will make him listen but what?
I pull up to a stop at the
intersection and stare blindly at the red traffic light. I walked out on Heero
with the notion that I would know exactly what to do when I see Kamui but now
as I find myself driving rather aimlessly about, I really have no clue on what
I plan to do. I should have taken the time to plan this out properly like for
starters, to find out where the damn kid lives. I think he might live a few
miles from where I stay since most government officials live around the
I gasp as it suddenly hits
me. Why the hell didn’t I think of that?! I could always ask my mom about it!
She’d know one or two things about the Teruos but I know I’ll have to make my
story believable enough. I doubt walking up to her and saying ‘Mom, there’s
this psycho in my school who wants to be with my boyfriend and I want to know
where he lives so I can go kill him’ is going to work.
“Yo D!”
I pull up to the curb and
park neatly, grinning to myself at how easy it is to
“Hey, Squid!” I greet
cheerfully, taking off my helmet with a huge sigh of relief. I can breathe
again, thank God.
“Funny, really funny,” my
good friend, Sid - one of the guys who helped to fix up my bike – says while
walking towards me. He’s looking pretty spiffy tonight, if you know what I
mean. Dressed in corduroys and a white shirt, it’s a far cry from the greasy
and oil stained overalls he usually wears at the shop.
“What’s the occasion?” I ask,
reaching out to ruffle his non-existent hair. He ducks and coughs, blushing
lightly.
“I gat me a girl tonight,
that’s all. Today’s our three month anniversary as a couple and I figured we
could hang out tonight. Ya know…movies, dinner that sorta thing.” He coughs
again and looks uncomfortable.
“Aww man, that’s nice,” I say
with a genuine smile. It does remind me about my relationship with Heero. Maybe
we can have a six month anniversary soon…that is as soon as we get rid of a
certain someone. “I’m sure you guys will have a lot of fun tonight.”
“Yeah,” Sid mumbles and then
quickly changes the subject with a nod towards my bike and my outfit. I’m still
in my school uniform after all and it’s getting sorta late. “What’s going on?
Thought ya would have gone back home by now.”
“Nah, I’m looking for
someone.”
“Oh yah? Who?”
“Ever heard of the name
‘Teruo’?” I ask with a raised brow. Sid’s lived in this city long enough and
should know most people.
“Teruo…Teruo…hmm…sounds
familiar.” He creases his brows for a second and then shifts from one foot to
the other. “Wouldn’t happen to be that guy who works for the ministry, would
it?”
“Bingo.”
“He’d probably live up Crescent…deeeeep
in Crescent if ya catch my drift.”
Oh, I catch his drift all
right. Crescent is private property or rather an exclusive area for very
high-ranking officials. I hear that people have to get scanned and show IDs
just to get into that place. There’s only one way to get into a place like
that, but it would take some time and I wanted to see that asshole tonight.
“Who you gotta see there,
anyway? Ya mom boinking anyone up there?”
I scowl. “Keep my mother out
of this.”
“Sorry man, just kidding ya
know.”
“Yeah well, this isn’t the
time to do that. I’ve got a situation on my hands and I need it fixed ASAP.”
Sid nods in understanding and
then glances at his watch. “Well, love ta stay and help ya out, ya know, but
I’ve gat a date waiting and…”
“Just get lost,” I say with
amusement, waving him away. “I’ll talk to you some other time, okay?”
“You be careful now, kid!” he
says and waves before crossing the street. I didn’t even notice the bouquet of
red roses he has been hiding behind his back. Damn, I’m really not observant
today, am I?
I rev up the engine again,
place my helmet over my head and decide that I’ll just drive towards Crescent
to see my options. There’s got to be a lax in their security system – something
that I can work with at least. However, something Sid said still has me thinking.
My mother and her boinking sessions. I know she’s not celibate and she’s got to
have some guy she’s seeing. But, it’s not like she’s brought any other man home
and she keeps saying that I’m the only man she’ll ever need in her life. Kinda
gross I know, but that’s mom for you. Anyway, I don’t know what I’d do if she
does bring home some guy for dinner. I somehow dread hearing the ‘Duo, this
will be your new father’ routine. It’s not that I’m jealous, but I just don’t
think I’m ready for that yet.
And despite what you might
think, deep down inside, a part of me still wants to know about my real father.
Knowing that he’s still alive and happy with some other family still irks me a
little but I’m doing my best not to let it get to me too much. That’s one of
the reasons I told Heero to back away from investigating any further. Knowing
more would make my hatred return and I don’t want that.
I am so lost in my thoughts
that it takes me another full minute to realize that someone was actually
screaming in one of the alleys that line up the street I’m driving through.
Usually, I don’t stop for these kinds of things, since it’s none of my business
and I really don’t have the time to butt into other people’s problems, but
there’s just something about that scream that gives me the impression that
she’s about to be killed or worse. The least I can do is to drive up and scare
away her muggers by flashing my headlights or something. And so praying
fervently that my impromptu plan works, I make a sharp u-turn and begin to
drive in the opposite direction.
I am barely a few miles from
Crescent and yet this section of the city is not exactly the safest of places.
It’s a bit ironic that the government sleeps barely inches from the problems of
its society. I could go into more details about that, but as usual, time waits
for no man. I hear the loud cry again and then the pleas for help, but it’s
stifled as I approach the sidewalk. Sincerely hoping that no police officer or
car decides to show up, I fire up the engines as loud as I can and flash the
headlights as brightly as possible. However, it’s the scene that meets my gaze which
almost has me screaming in shock too. There are about four men – two of them
teens I think – with their pants down revealing cocks of all lengths. There’s a
moment where they all freeze in shock at the sight of me, nobody making the
effort to pull up their pants – until one of them screams and begins to fidget
with his clothes. That sends them out of their dazed stupor and they begin to
run away, still dragging up their pants and flinging insults at me at the same
time.
The only person left slumps
to the ground in a dead faint, his own pants still down but with an outfit
that’s all too familiar. It’s one of Fujisaki’s students and not only that it’s
someone I have reluctantly come to know.
I kill the engine and stare dispassionately
at the prone figure of the freshman. He looks like he’s been beaten up pretty
badly. There are bruises all over his face and his uniform has been ripped in
several places. His once shining (at least it had looked that way in school)
hair now lies in clumps and there’s a dark trickle of blood on his forehead.
His school bag is a few feet away, books strewn about the dirty sidewalk as if
he was dragged into the alley rather forcefully. I wonder if he was raped – how
else is one to explain the dropped pants scenario. A part of me wants to leave,
to let him suffer in this mess he’s gotten himself into. Hell, that mean part
of me asks why I had even stopped. If I hadn’t perhaps the men would have had
their merry way with the pretty boy to their satisfaction and left him for
dead.
‘There is a little good in
everyone, Duo. Don’t forget that.’
I groan at Sister Helen’s
voice and close my eyes, knowing that a part of me is going to regret doing
this for as long as I live. I take off my helmet and make my way towards him,
stooping to my haunches to check for more damage to his body. There are drops
of semen or rather the stains on his body and I cringe, knowing that the boy
has definitely gotten way more than he bargained for. I notice the streaks of
tears on his face and the undeniable hue of blood between his ass cheeks.
“Fuck…they really did a
number on you, didn’t they?”
I sigh and pick up my cell
phone. There’s only one person I can call anyway.
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Thirty minutes later and I’m
stuck in this hospital room again, deliberately ignoring Dr. G’s baleful look
as I give him a mock salute. It’s not me being sick this time, doc. I’ve got a
crazy kid on my hands. I sit up as the restroom door opens and Heero walks out,
looking even more haggard than I would have thought. The police have been
questioning us for sometime although I had told Heero I didn’t want to be
involved with all of this. But I guess my idea of dumping the kid at the gate
of the hospital and bolting didn’t sit too well with him. Of course it didn’t
help that when I had called him at first, he refused to believe me. He had
assumed that I was the one responsible for beating Kamui up and as much as I
longed to agree with that assessment, I had to convince my skeptical boyfriend
that I had nothing to do with it.
He sits beside me in an
uncharateristic slump and immediately rests his head upon my shoulder. I’m
trying not to blush here because this is just one of those rare moments when
Heero actually wants to be all touchy feely in public. I should milk this
moment for all its worth. I slowly place my arm around his shoulder and just
hold him closer to me, inhaling that sweet smell of his hair as it tickles my
chin.
“Is it over?” he finally asks
softly and I really don’t know what the hell to say. “Do you think he’ll
finally get over his obsession with me, Duo?”
“I dunno, Heero,” I reply
quietly, rubbing his arm gently as I stare out of the large glass windows
before me. There is another couple in the waiting room with us and the lady
keeps dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief while the man stares right ahead as
if he’s seen a ghost. It’s amazing to me that the kid’s parents haven’t arrived
yet. I mean if my kid was stuck in some hospital, raped and molested like that,
I’d be on the next jet plane down here. We’ve been here for a while and I know
the cops have called his home but I don’t see guys in black suits and thick
sunglasses waltzing down the corridor with daddy or mommy dearest running after
them.
Heero sits up and pulls away
from me gently, causing me to wince at the loss. I’ll live…but still reach for
his hand to hold onto. He doesn’t complain and I watch him bite his lower lip
in thought. It’s a habit he has that he doesn’t seem to realize he does and
it’s kinda cute to watch.
“Well? What do we do now?” I
ask.
“I want to talk to him…”
“What for?” I ask incredulously.
“The kid must have learned a thing or two by now, if not then he’s definitely
got to be in some kind of mental institution.”
“But Duo…I just want to know
what’s wrong with him. Don’t you think this is the best time to get him to
talk?”
“When he’s been pumped full
of valium?”
“We should come back tomorrow
then.”
“Like hell I will. Maybe you’re the one obsessed with him.”
He looks a bit hurt but masks
it quickly with a frown. “Don’t be ridiculous, Duo. You know I don’t…”
“Excuse me…Mr. Yuy and Mr.
Maxwell?”
We both look up at the same
time, wondering what we have done wrong this time, but it’s only a pretty nurse
who’s smiling at us.
“Would you like to see Mr.
Teruo? He requests your presence.”
Heero and I exchange a wary
look and I blurt out quickly. “Hey, I thought you said he was pumped full of
valium or some kind of sleeping medication type thing.”
The nurse nodded in
agreement. “Yes, but Mr. Teruo seems to insist on speaking to you both. I
couldn’t refuse the poor young man. He looked quite upset.”
“Duo…?”
“Fine, fine. Let’s go see Mr.
Wonderful.”
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Only the finest room in the
ward for a Teruo, I guess. This is a far cry from the crappy room they had
stuck me in when I was sent in for the injury. Speaking of the injury, just thinking
about what Sid had said about the rear wheel screws being loose, has me
gritting my teeth as I eye the pale figure of the damn culprit propped up
against his very fluffy pillows. There’s a bandage around his head, his right
eye is still swollen, a thick pad on his cheeks and his wrists wrapped as well.
I didn’t know the assholes had broken his arms too.
I really don’t want to feel
sorry for him, but seriously, looking at him now, you can’t help it.
We stand together by the
door, not moving any closer as if worried that he might jump out of the bed and
go all ‘sempai-ish’ on us again. Instead, he sits up a bit more and tries to
smile at us. It comes out as a wince and he lowers his head as if embarrassed.
“Ah…” He begins and even I’m
shocked to hear how raspy and barely audible his voice is. “Sorry…I can’t talk
so loud anymore. They did…”
He doesn’t need to say it.
The guys had tried to choke him as well.
“Just what the fuck were you
doing in that part of town anyway?” I suddenly ask. “Not only do you spy on me
on Heero, you then go running through town like a maniac? I thought you have
drivers who pick up from school and shit.”
He seems to shrink into the
bed and Heero places a hand on my arm gently.
“I’m…I was just angry,” he
whispers still not looking at us. “I’m sorry for spying on you both. I won’t…”
“That was just sick,” Heero
interrupts tightly. “But sick or not, no one deserves what you went through
today.”
“Just like you’ve been
putting Heero through the same bullshit as well,” I cut in to make a point.
Kamui shivers and clutches the edges of his blanket. “Now, do you see what
happens when people screw around with each other, Teruo? There’s pain involved,
got it? You almost got me killed; you lied to both of us just for your own gain
and then tried to screw Heero over just because of your petty jealousy. Now, do
you see what happens to sick fucks like you?”
“Duo…take it easy,” Heero
says quietly. “He’s learned his lesson I think.”
“Oh has he?”
“I have,” he says quickly,
finally lifting his head to show us his tear-filled eyes. “I have learned my
lesson, sempai. I will stop…I promise.”
“Either he’s a fine actor or
he really means it,” I mutter and walk up to the window, eyeing the large vase
of fresh flowers beside it. “Where are your parents?” I ask a bit louder.
He lowers his head again and
shakes it gently. “They are not in town. My father had to travel abroad for a
conference and my mother…” He shrugged and left the sentence unfinished,
causing me to frown in thought.
“Is your mother dead?”
“No,” he replies softly.
“She’s just never home most of the time. But it’s okay,” he adds lifting his
head to smile as much as he can to both of us. “I don’t really need them around
you know. I’ve been living on my own most of the time so it’s okay.”
“No, it’s not okay,” Heero
says, folding his arms across his chest. There’s a dead serious look in his
eyes that’s a damn turn on – but this isn’t the time to think about that. “Your
parents are never home so you haven’t really had anyone to guide you.”
No wonder he’s screwed up in the head, I add silently.
“I don’t really need anyone
to guide me,” he says with a firm shake of his head. “My father does come home
once in a while and we have dinner…” His voice trails off again and I rub a
hand across my forehead already picturing how much ‘fun’ dinner with daddy
always is. How do you eat a meal with a man who’s almost a stranger to you? I
guess being the son of a Minister is pretty hard.
“When…when my father finds
out about this…he’ll move me to another school,” he adds with that
grimace-smile. “In the last school, they bullied me as well but when I told him
about it, he just moved me to a new school saying that he has the power to do
that…”
“I don’t get it. If your
dad’s the head honcho of school boards and shit like that…why can’t he just get
all the kids who give you hell, to quit school? Why would he want to move you?”
For a moment the kid says
nothing but then he laughs softly and shrugs. “Because I’ve always been a
problem child. I’ve been on some sort of medication since I was little and
sometimes when I get out of control…they have to take me to another school. I’m
an embarrassment to them.”
Heero and I look at each
other and nod as if things were finally clicking into place.
“But I’ll change now. I
promise,” he says eagerly, trying to convey his sincerity. “So please don’t
tell my father about this. I don’t want to leave Fujisaki, please.”
“But the police already
called your parents,” Heero said.
“I gave them the wrong
numbers.”
Oh shit…
“Please, promise you won’t
tell anyone. Not even anyone in school, sempai. It’s too shameful to admit. I’m
begging you.”
Heero takes a deep breath and
opens his mouth to say something when I beat him to the punch. “Okay, we
won’t…”
He gives a huge sigh of
relief but I smirk and hold up a finger. “On one condition.” I watch him
stiffen but nod in resignation. “One screw up on your end, Kamui and I mean if
you ever bother Heero or I again, stalk him, threaten him or fuck with
us…you’ll be on the next train to a country far, far away. Or better yet, I’ll
just have Relena print the story in the next issue of Freedom Bell.”
He gasps and falls back
against the pillows, eye wide open as if he has been stabbed in the heart. But
grinning widely, I lean close to tap his hand gently. “There now. You just do
as I say and you’ll have nothing to worry about. Now, get some rest and we’ll
come visit you tomorrow, okay?”
I can hear Heero’s vain
attempt to hide his snicker but I think Kamui’s gotten a rude awakening - in
more ways than one – today. I turn to make my way out of the room when he calls
out to me again.
“Duo sempai?”
“What is it?” I ask, not
bothering to look at him.
“I just…I just wanted to
thank you for rescuing me, sempai. I really am in your debt…”
“And don’t you forget it
either,” I reply with a shrug, trying not to show just how much his gratitude
is affecting me. It’s stupid I know, but to hear that from him sounds pretty
damn good and Heero doesn’t help my placing a hand upon my neck to caresses it
gently as if patting me for a job well done. I try to glare at him but he
surprises me with a soft and quick kiss on my lips, leaving me standing like a
lovesick moron for a few seconds.
As we open the door, I take a
quick look at the blond and notice that his eyes are closed and I assume he’s
gone back to sleep or something. But that’s not my concern now, let him get
some rest and then figure out what the hell he wants to do with his life from
here on out.
It’s beginning to drizzle
again as we stand beneath the awning in front of the hospital building. Heero
holds out his hand and I watch as the raindrops splash upon his skin.
“Should we wait until it dies
down?” he asks as I toss him the extra helmet with a shake of my head.
“Dude, I’ve got to get home
or my mother’s going to be the one calling all the hospitals searching for me.”
He smiles and slips the black
headgear over his head. “You know something, Maxwell,” he says as he straddles
the bike and wraps his arms around my waist. “You are such a damn enigma.”
“And that’s why you love me,
right?” I say with a smirk, starting the engine as the rain continues to make
us as wet as possible.
“Damn right,” he replies and
squeezes me gently, forcing me to feel a certain part of his anatomy against my
ass. Jesus, he just knows the right buttons to push, doesn’t he?
“I swear you’re going to have
to get a car someday, Heero.”
“Why the rush?”
“Because I don’t know how
much longer I’ll be able to drive you all the time without wanting to park somewhere
and screw your brains out.”
“Oh…sorry?”
Yeah right. His laughter
fills my ears as I take us out of there and towards his home. I guess you could
call this a happy ending, but knowing the kind of life I’ve been living lately,
I doubt I’ll have much time to enjoy this little freedom we’ve gained. However,
Heero’s finally happy for the first time in a long while. I can tell from his
body language and that makes me feel really
good.
Let’s just hope that this
feeling lasts for a very long time to come.
~End Interlude II~