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"A Time for Us"Written By: Jewel of Hell Disclaimer: Don't own nothin' but these words Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Romance/Tragedy, Angst, yaoi, lemon, language, violence, blood feud, forbidden love Pairings: 1x2, others Summary: The Maxwells and Yuys are two powerful
noble families that have been fighting for generations. Heero and
Duo are no exception. However, one fateful night changes everything
for the young heirs-a Romeo and Juliet tale with a twist. " A Time for Us"
Thirty hours later, Duo still hadn't spoken to Damia. In fact he'd refused to even look at her. He couldn't believe she, of all people, had said such an unfeeling, heartless thing to him. Stop loving Heero, huh? He could no sooner bring the moons down from the heavens by the force of his thoughts alone. The telecomm chirped. Duo barely stirred, absently watching his mother answer it. She frowned a little. "All right. Hang on. Duo sweetie, it's a friend of yours from school. Don't stay on too long, okay?" Blinking, Duo rose. Who could that be? "Hello?" "Duo, it's me," came a blessedly familiar voice. Duo's body did its darndest to react in a hundred different ways at once. Hearing Heero's voice made his heart speed up in both delight and surprise, made his legs feel weak, made his mind race. "Why are you calling here?" he hissed, making sure his mother was no longer around. "Are you crazy?" "A little," Heero said, and his voice was full of dark anger. "I found out recently that my sister and your sister—" "Have been plotting together for some time?" Duo cut him off. "Yeah, Damia just told me. And she forbade me from seeing you again." The words brought a fresh wave of anger. "Phylia said the same thing," Heero said quietly, "and she's never tried to tell me what to do." Duo's heart tried to beat out of his chest. Would Heero tell him it was over, then? "So . . . what are we going to do?" he asked in a weak, faltering voice. "I will not cut you out of my life, Duo," Heero growled. "I don't care what she says. Nor anyone else in my family." Hearing him say that was a tremendous source of relief. Duo sagged against the counter, closing his eyes. "But what are we going to do?" "Meet me at the old Imperial Gardens," Heero said, voice low and filled with an unfamiliar intensity. "Tonight. Bring a bag with some essentials." That restored Duo's normal energy. Suddenly he was fair quivering with it. "Sneak out?" he whispered. "And then what?" "There's a place I can take you," Heero replied. "When we get there we can figure something out. I just want to see you now. Everything else can wait." Duo wondered if a person could have a heart attack if their heart never got the chance to resume a normal rate. He could barely breathe. He'd never really defied his parents before, and he'd certainly never done anything like sneaking out before. Rebellion wasn't in his nature. But he'd never been in love with Heero before, either. The thought of never seeing the one he loved again made up his mind and he agreed before he could change his mind. "I'll be there." "Good," came the soft response. "Wait until your family's asleep. I'll see you there, Duo." "Okay. Bye, Heero." "Who was that?" his mother asked. Knowing by now she would accept pretty much any answer he gave without a great deal of concern, Duo just waved it off. "Friend from school. I'll be upstairs until dinner, all right?" "Sure, hon. What do you want me to make? Your choice." Duo just gave her a smile. "You know my favorites." By chance or design, night fell dark and clouded. Not a single star shone, and both the moons were concealed by thick, black cover. Duo, wearing all black himself, blended right in as he walked to the Imperial Gardens. It took somewhat longer to get here this time than when he'd first met Heero, but he didn't mind the walk. What a strange turn things had taken. That day, he'd been so excited, eager to meet a new person and ready to fall in love. He'd left so angry, all his hopes crushed. Now, he was arriving angry with all his hopes crushed. The biggest difference, of course, was knowing his love was waiting for him. Not just hoping things would work out. Well, he was still hoping that. Just for much different reasons. Heero jumped down off an empty windowsill when he saw Duo. A few long strides brought them into the same space, then Heero folded him into a tight embrace. It squeezed nearly all the air out of Duo's lungs, but he clung back just as hard. He was fairly certain he would agree with any plan Heero came up with, as long as it involved them being together. "Come on," Heero murmured in his ear. "I brought an airksip. The house is about seven hours from the city." While Duo didn't relish the thought of being in a skip for that long, the end destination would be more than worth it. He didn't ask where they were going. He didn't care. And while Heero drove the skip, he held Duo's hand. As he drifted into an uneasy, half-conscious state, the warmth against his thigh felt nice. After what could have been seven hours, seven years, or seven minutes, Duo vaguely heard the near-silent engine of the skip disengage. He wanted to protest when Heero's hand left his, but he couldn't get his lips to part. The protest died without articulation when just moments later he felt warm, strong arms slide underneath him and roll him into Heero's embrace. His head lolled to rest on Heero's shoulder, and sleep drifted nearer. It was well past noon when he woke again. He found himself practically in Heero's lap, his boyfriend sitting up on the bed watching the net. Stretching, he lifted his head off Heero's thigh. Heero didn't look at him, but he did stroke Duo's hair as if to let him know he was aware. Frowning at the slightly distracted look on his face, Duo glanced at the holoprojector. His indigo-violet eyes widened in both surprise and dismay. Their disappearances had not gone unnoticed, and both families were blaming the other. "This is clearly the work of those Yuy devils," Lord Durham Maxwell nearly spat. "They already shot Vethryn, and now they've taken my son, as well! They'd better give him back, or I'll personally send those sons of bitches back to Hell where they belong!" "I'm certain they've got our son," Lady Hauhna Yuy said tearfully, "and I'm certain they're mistreating him. It's just like them to falsely misrepresent us—the incident with the Maxwell boy was an unfortunate accident, but it was an accident!" Duo's chest felt tight. In fact he could barely breathe. The nation was already on edge thanks to the hostility between the families. This would probably be exactly what they'd been waiting for to enter into what would be pointless bloodshed. "Duo," Heero murmured, voice warm and gentle, "why are you crying?" Blink. To his surprise, he was crying. "I . . . I don't know," he managed, but he could not stop the tears. "Because our families will use this as an excuse to start slaughtering each other?" Heero shifted, turning Duo to pull him directly into his embrace. That broke the dam and Duo wept unrestrainedly. He could return to his family and stop this before it happened, probably. But it would come at the cost of his own happiness. He would never be able to be with Heero. He knew that. And he wasn't sure he could do that. He'd never felt this way about someone, before. It isn't my fault I fell in love with him! It's not my fault that he's wonderful and sweet and kind and sensitive and perfect for me. That brought back the anger. If he was given his choice he would drag his father and Lord Yuy into a room and slap them both senseless. At some point, Heero turned the holoprojector off, and eventually Duo calmed down. Heero kissed his forehead. "I'll make us some breakfast," he said softly. "Why don't you grab a shower?" Nodding, still sniffling a little, Duo rose and went to the bathroom. Hopefully, it would make him feel a bit better. "Did we do the right thing, Phylia?" Phylia blinked. Usually it was her asking Damia that question. Usually she was the one unsure of herself and what they were doing. She sighed quietly into the comm. "Though I hate the thought that I've hurt Heero," she said, "I know it was for the best. And the same with you and Duo. Our brothers are sweet and young, Damia. We needed their reactions to be honest and genuine. I think only they can end this. Otherwise it will go on forever. Further, I believe they are the only ones for whom our fathers will end it." She could hear the soft sounds of weeping. "I know you're right. That doesn't make it any easier. Oh, Phylia. You didn't see the look on Duo's face!" "No," Phylia murmured, "but I did see the look on Heero's. It was necessary, Damia. And really, them being in love was far, far better than we could ever have hoped for. They won't be willing to be parted. It's obvious—otherwise, would they really have run away together?" "No," came Damia's somewhat faint answer. "But as soon as they contact us, we can apologize, right? Let them know why we said the things we said? I can't stand the thought of Duo being angry with me." Phylia smiled, knowing her friend would be able to hear it in her voice. "Of course."
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