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"When Braided Fairies Strike"Written By: Emerald Pillow Pairing: 1+3. ?+1 Warning: Yaoi; Language, lemon, death, POV Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or it's characters.
You can sue me, but all I have worth taking is my cat that looks like
Trowa, but is named Duo. Rating: NC 17 When Braided Fairies Strike Part 2 I had a dream not too long after I arrived here. It
was probably rooted back to a book I read quiet some time ago. It
was of Trowa. He was restrained, blind folded, and gagged by pink
glowing fairies with long braids that rode tiny flying lions. Trowa
was always tied down by dental floss as the fairies and their lions
played along his body as if it was an amusement park. They built:
slides, roller coasters, Ferris wheels, a midway and everything else
that could be found at carnivals. For some reason, the food stands
were always around his groin. Every time I think of Trowa, or if his name is mentioned,
that would be the first image that came to mind. I would remember
the tiny pink lights fluttering around him like lightning bugs in
mating season. Whenever I had this image flash in my mind, I would
waste a few minutes trying to figure out what exactly it meant. I
had a feeling that the fairies were representing Duo. I couldn't figure
out the lions or why they built the amusement park on Trowa. Furthermore,
I didn't have a clue about why Trowa was tied, gagged, and blindfolded.
It was last week that I had a similar dream to this. The fairies remained,
but they glowed black and rode demons. Their braids flew behind them
as they attacked me, picking my flesh and drinking my blood. The amusement
park that was built around me looked to be run down and uninhabited
for a long time. "Heero, are you okay?" Duo's voice sliced
through my thoughts and I looked up at him. "Why didn't Trowa come?" I demanded sternly
and looked from Duo to Quatre. They came once a week. Duo all the
time, Quatre every now and then. . .but never Trowa. "He was in a motorcycle accident last week."
Quatre answered quickly. . .a little too quickly, as if he was actually
lying about it. "Don't you remember? I wrote to you when it happened."
Now I know he was lying. I could see the fear and uncertainty in his
eyes. Though he would never say it, I scared the hell out of him.
He knew what I was capable of, if provoked. "Are they even giving you your mail?" Duo
questioned. He was trying to get my attention from Quatre. He knew
I hated that blonde bitch. He was the only person that I have a willing
desire to kill. No one needed to order me to do it. I would enjoy
watching the blood slowly seep from his body. Seeing pain in his face
while he cried out. At times, when I am at my most bored, I would
conjure up ways I wanted to torture him. Just thinking about it aroused
me. I never got hard seeing others in pain, but I would him. I hated him; especially after he nearly killed Trowa.
He was too pushy and overbearing. He tried to hard to make people
like him. He thought he was perfect. What pissed me off the most was
that it always seem that he was rubbing it in that he and Trowa had
the perfect relationship. Looking at him made me sick to my stomach.
Despite my thoughts and feelings toward him, I never laid a finger
on him; never spoke poorly of him. Trowa cared too much for the asshole.
He would never forgive me if I killed his lover. For Trowa's friendship,
I could withstand the Perfect Phony. . .and that's exactly what he
was. . .a phony. He hid behind an illusion that he had created. "Look, Heero. . ." I knew that tone. I knew
what Duo was going to say. He was going to try and sound as if he
loved me and was worried about me. If he really cared, he'd truthfully
answer the one question I ask him every time he came to visit. "Dr.
Huls says that you won't talk to anyone. I don't like seeing you here
buddy." He reached over and lightly placed his hand over mine.
"You don't need to be here, but the only way you can get out
is by talking." "We want you to get better." Now Quatre was starting. It wasn't unusual for them to double team me. . .usually I had Trowa on my side. . .but he wasn't here and I couldn't figure out why for the life of me. I pried my hand from Duo's. "You are a dear friend." Friend? Are all blondes that stupid? What possessed him to think I was his friend? The only reason I put up with him was because of Trowa. I wanted to punch him as hard as I could. It would probably knock him out, if not kill him. He doesn't seem to be able to take too much physical abuse. Maybe if I did, I could get some kind of enjoyment out of watching him drool as he laid unconscious. Maybe I could get lucky and he'd swallow his tongue. Then I could watch him turn blue, like a Smurf. ***** "Knowing him, they're probably nude ones of him
playing with himself." "I can assure you that they're not." Being
a patient meant no privacy. Every letter was open before being delivered,
just to make sure that nothing illegal was being sent. She retrieved
the letter and pulled out the pictures. As she handed me the photos,
she returned the letter to the waste basket. She didn't lie. Duo wasn't
nude, thankfully, instead it was snapshots of all the ex-pilots; even
Wu Fei. They were all wearing tuxs, so I figured they could have been
at Quatre's birthday party. I knew his birthday was sometime this
month, but I didn't care to remember the day. While I glanced at the pictures, Angel silently read
the other letter. I didn't really care about the pictures, I was just
curious to how many he sent me that he wasn't in. There was only one.
. .it was also the only one of Trowa. It was a picture of Quatre sitting
on Trowa's lap, kissing. The image turned my stomach. I threw them
in the trash, not wanting to have to look at any of them. At first
Angel didn't notice my discard. "I don't care what Quatre and Trowa are doing."
It was the first time I ever snapped at her. It took her by surprise
and rendered her to silence for a moment. "I thought Trowa was your friend." I didn't
answer as I took the second letter from her. The envelope had claimed
that it was from Quatre and Trowa, but it wasn't Trowa's writing inside.
I skimmed the three pages, looking for his hand writing, but as usual,
didn't find it. The only thing that stuck out to me was the P.S. In
Quatre's writing, he claimed that Trowa sent his love and support.
Sends his love and support? Trowa would never say something like that;
and even if it was true, why didn't he write me? Why didn't he come
to see me? I balled the letter and threw it ontop of the pictures.
Even Wu Fei came to visit once, and wrote me one letter a month. .
.and he didn't even like me. Trowa was suppose to be my best friend,
and I haven't heard shit from him. I could feel Angel's eyes looking
at me concernly. "Heero?" "Leave." I laid down and turned my back to
her. I didn't want her around right now. She understood and left the
room in silence. Some best friend. He was always there before, so
why couldn't he be here when I needed him the most? I wanted out of
here to complete my mission. Living day to day like this was worse
than hell. . .but getting out meant going back to Duo. . .and that
was worse than this.
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