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"When Braided Fairies Strike"Written By: Emerald Pillow Pairing: 1+3. ?+1 Warning: Yaoi; Language, lemon,POV, death 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 8 The only thing about voices in your head, figment of
the imagination or not, is that they never stop. They never get horsed.
. .they never tire. . .so by time Saturday rolled around, I had chronic
migraines. The migraines were so intense that I passed out twice in
the pass three days. Other than that, I didn't show sign that it existed.
I ignored the voice as much as I could, but it seemed to know just
how to get my attention. It was family day and both Duo and Quatre
showed up. . .but no Trowa. I couldn't understand why he never came
to see me. "That's because you are a psycho. No one really
wants to put up with crazy people." After four consecutive days
of nonstop talking, singing, and no sleep, I felt as if I really was
going insane. "Can't go somewhere you are." "Heero?" I looked up at Quatre who was staring
at me with his big blue eyes. "Have they been taking care of
you very well?" "Man, you look like hell." Duo seemed upset
at my physical appearance. Even I was ashamed of it. I slouched. .
.there were bags under my eyes from lack of sleep. . .my eyes were
bloodshot and red; they stung as I sat in the sunlight. "Where's Trowa?" "He got held up." Quatre answered quickly.
. .a little too quickly. He was lying. I knew he was. "Who cares. . .fuck Duo." I closed my eyes and bowed my head. "Come on, you know he'll give you some. Take him to your room, barricade the door, and fuck his brains out. You know you want to." Not this again. "I know he won't mind." "Heero?" Both of them were staring at me.
"See, even they know you're crazy." "I'm fine." "You keep telling yourself that. Maybe you'll realize
that you're nuttier than a fruitcake. . .and just as hard. . .come
on, at least let him suck our dick." The headache was getting
worse. I could hear Duo and Quatre talking to me, but I couldn't understand
them. . .they were being drown out. "I know. . .let's rape Quatre."
What?! Hell no! "Who gives a fuck what Trowa thinks? If he cared
at all, he would have at least written you. Don't you want to hear
that blonde bitch scream in pain? I bet he screams like a girl. Let's
find out. It'll be perfect. No one can really blame a crazy person
for raping someone. He assumes risk by coming here. If you fuck him
hard enough, you could probably kill him. . .then you can have Trowa
all to yourself." "Bullshit! Trowa's a slut. He'd fuck anything he
could get. He's already had you, Quatre, Wu Fei, Lady Une, Manager,
Catherine, and countless soldiers of Oz, Mariemaya's army, and whoever
else he came in contact with." He did what he had to to survive
the war. It's not his fault. He grew up believing that that is the
only way to live. "Yeah right, you don't really believe that.
That's why you want him. When you fucked his tight ass, he satisfied
you. He's easy, and you know it. If you were with him, you'd get it
24-7. That's why Quatre wants him. If you cut off his dick, he'd be
worthless." "Heero, are you okay?" I wasn't sure who asked.
Everything around me was muffled and all that I was focused on was
the voice. "Who the hell do you think you are making accusations
like that?!" "You know I'm right Heero. How many times have
you listened to him and Quatre make love? How many times did you watch
and play with yourself, wishing it was you instead of Quatre? How
many times did you think of him when you fucked Duo?" "I did all that because I love him!" "Love?!?!? You think he could ever love you? You're
nothing more than a mad man." "I am not crazy!" "Then why is everyone staring at you?" I stopped
and looked up. I didn't even realize that I was kneeling on the grass,
holding my head, let alone that everyone was staring at me in a mixture
of fear and shock. I was screaming out loud. . .that's all I could
think of as I looked from Duo to Quatre. For the first time in four
days, the voice remained silent. The only sound I heard was the birds
chirping. My head was throbbing with pain, and I blacked out from
it. ~ * ~ Chapter
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