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"Band of Steel"Written By: Kaeru Shisho Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Gundam Wing
or its characters, nor do I make any monetary profit off this story. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU, shounen-ai, yaoi in later chapters,
some language, drugs Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4x3 Summary: With the Sanc battle of the bands contest on the horizon, do the GW boys need the exciting singer from L2 to give them the winning edge? Other credits: Songs are credited in the chapters they are used. Recognition should go to the late Mitch Hedburg for a couple of his wonderful one-liners used. In chapters 7, 11, 12, 15, 17, and 18, dialog from the anime was incorporated directly into the storyline. Acknowledgment goes to someone else for the 'cats are gay', 'knowing color names is gay', and other gay jokes sailing around the Internet. And the New Age affirmations are not mine, but may seen and heard everywhere, even in the GW universe. (Original version 2007 - this is the rewrite version
2009) "Band of Steel " Chapter 3 - She's Come Undone Duo was dead to the world by the time Zechs parked the van at the estate. Quatre hadn't minded sitting beside the strangely quiet boy for an hour; it had given him the opportunity to stare, unseen. Street lights washed his face in sodium glows, but the god was just a boy asleep. His heavy damp braid lay curled in his lap like a snake, coiled, waiting. Brown bangs framed his closed eyes; long, dark lashes hid the entrance to them. His body gave away nothing, no clues to his personality, past, present, or future. Just a boy. How much of his charm was his liveliness and energy, Quatre wondered? "Should I wake him up?" Quatre asked when the van was empty. "We can't leave him here." Zechs looked at Heero to take action, but when he remained immobile, the older man moved to climb into the van. "Why not?" Wufei asked. "He can't do any harm in there." "It'll get too cold!" Quatre cried out irritably. He wanted to go to bed, not trade barbs with Wufei at three in the morning. "What kind of impression would that make?" "Hey!" Zechs' shout came from within the van. He backed out rubbing his jaw followed by an apologetic, confused-looking Duo. "Sorry, 'bout that. Reflexes, ya know?" Duo said around a yawn. "Where's this?" "The garage. Don't get it confused with home," Wufei drawled. Quatre stepped behind Wufei about to settle his anger with a fight, one he would lose, he knew, painfully against the martial arts master. He took one more step, when a firm grip to his shoulder heaved him backwards instead. "Ignore him." "Heero, I will, but-" Quatre didn't finish. He was irritated. He wasn't a child and didn't like being pushed around and treated like one. He wished he were stronger like Wufei or tougher like Trowa or scary like Heero. He noticed Trowa watching his reaction, though, and decided that it was a stupid time to make a scene over Duo. He clamped his jaw shut and said nothing more. When he wiggled irritably, Heero immediately released him. Once free, Quatre flung his coat over a shoulder and waited for the others to go ahead, trailing Heero into the house. Zechs led Duo to the guest room, motioning for everyone else to go away. Quatre had no desire to do anything but collapse on his bed in his room. Tomorrow would be another day. (o) His clock said 12:00, but his head said "early" then he remembered bringing home the exciting Shinigami. Quatre raced through his weekend "morning" routine, yanking on a sun-faded, pink t-shirt and khaki shorts, and skipped downstairs to check on their guest. Tapping lightly on the door, so as to disturb the fewest number of people still sleeping in the household, resulted in nothing. No answer. Quatre twisted the knob and peeked in. The bed was empty; the window was wide open. "Duo?" he called. "Yo!" Duo replied. "You're already up?" Quatre leaned out the window, arms on the sill and smiled. Duo spread his arms wide. "Soaking up the rays, man. Real sun. Woke me up and I'd forgotten where I was. This place... Is it real? Looks like a dream I once had." Quatre's eyes flit over the exposed torso. Slim and muscled, like he'd remembered from the vision on stage. Duo wore his jeans and nothing else. "Um, Cat? I gotcher name right?" Quatre's eyes rose to meet the uninhibited violet ones of the other boy, but instantly looked away. He was so exciting, but his hair was in need of a good washing, as was his body. Despite that, his impish good looks were enticing. Quatre's mind wildly chased down something polite to say and an excuse for his giving the stranger a brazen examination. "Yes, ah, 'Kaah-truh,' but you can call me 'Cat' if you like. Would you like a shower? You look about my size so you can wear something of mine." Duo responded with a wide smile, and sauntered closer to the window, braid swaying, eyes boring into the other boy's. Quatre was mesmerized; his legs refusing to let him scamper off. "I packed clothes in my bag, but the shower sounds great." Duo reached out and ran a finger through Quatre's hair, lifting the bangs lightly. When he twisted his head to look into his blue eyes, Quatre suddenly felt shy. "You come with it?" "Me?" Quatre squeaked. He backed away from the open windowsill. "Yeah. You seem interested. I am interested." "You are?" "Gods, are you naïve or blind? You're a bloody, blond wet dream. Fuck. You can do me whether I stay on here or not." Quatre sucked in air and coughed. He had never been propositioned by another boy in that manner; at least, not one he'd just met. He felt the heat rise up his neck and color his cheeks. Stupid blush reaction! Why me, he wondered? He had always envied how Trowa could look so calm and cool. Heero didn't blush and when Wufei did he could cover it up with an angry outburst. Quatre just hated his girly reactions. He had some sexual experience. There was no reason to act like a virgin when he wasn't. He knew it made him look so young and immature, which made him nervous and self-conscious, which in turn made things worse. His voice cracked. "D-d-do...? Y- you?" "Unless you got something exclusive going with your boyfriend." Quatre's wide eyed confusion set the other boy to laughing. "Yeah, the one checking us out from the upstairs window at 2:00." Quatre's shot a worried glance in the right direction, but the wall blocked his view. He wasn't sure if Duo had been joking or not, and it distracted him enough that he missed Duo pushing up on the sill, scrambling for a foothold. "Move, kid." "There's a door-" Quatre began to say. Too late. Duo was committed already, so Quatre gave him room to crawl through the window and back into the guest room. "Tell ya what," Duo wrapped an arm around Quatre and pulled him toward a door, "if I got it right, that way's the kitchen. You cook some? Can you fix me and you something to nosh on then? Cool. I'll go back, shower, and meetcha there in thirty. Okay?" Quatre recovered his voice and nodded. "I can do that." "Terrif! Catcha later, then, Cat. Oh and... rain check?" "Rain...?" Quatre blushed to his ear tips (again!) remembering the offer for sex left hanging. "Oh, um, I guess... maybe..." His waffling was lost in Duo's raucous laughter. Quatre resented Duo's ease with sexual issues, while he became more and more uncomfortable. Would he ever grow up?! More importantly, how he wished he could be that daring around Trowa. (o) "Man, that was the best. Hot water to the ver-ryee end of a shower! Yeah! Sooooo, what'sup?" When Duo entered the kitchen, all heads turned his way. His long wet braid hung in back, concealed, and his drab clothes typified him as a color-challenged teenager, but with a toned, yet slim, physique. His black t-shirt hugged his chest and the faded denims, less ripped than the others, still revealed skin here and there when he moved. Quatre beckoned him to sit in the empty chair beside his with a wave and dashed to deliver Duo's sandwich on a plate and a fork-all before Heero could gather his thoughts or even breathe. "Here, and help yourself to the salads and pickles," Quatre said. "Thanks. You really made all this for me?" "No, I didn't, but it is all for you to eat." Heero snorted, but kept on chewing his neatly sliced sandwich. He thought Quatre was trying too hard to be nice and accommodating. Duo wasn't a guest in the strictest sense of the word. He shouldn't expect special treatment. Quatre seemed nervous, too. He wondered if that meant Quatre was attracted to Duo. He had told them he was gay; they both were, but that didn't necessarily imply they had to be interested in one another, or did it? Heero hadn't betrayed his feelings. He wanted the singer to join the band, because Zechs had been right: he was the key to their winning the contest. If he joined to be with Quatre then that should be okay, too. But it wasn't. Heero couldn't convince himself that he was all right with Quatre pursuing the singer. No, The Winner kid wasn't worldly enough to take on Shinigami from L2. Who was? Trowa pushed the carton of milk closer to Duo, saying, "Glasses are in the glass cupboard." Duo opened his mouth. Heero expected him to say something like "that's obvious," before seeing that Trowa meant the cabinet with the glass front, but Duo said nothing. Heero studied the slim figure dance over to the right place and stand, poised motionless, scanning the vast array of choices for the right one. Tall-stemmed wine glasses, coffee mugs, flutes, goblets, cordials, brandy snifters, cocktail glasses, highballs, hurricanes, parfaits, sherry glasses, shot glasses, and possibly even juice glasses somewhere mixed in lined the far wall in a dazzling array. Trowa's lips curled into the barest smile, and asked, "Want me to get one for you?" Heero's eyes snapped away from that smile to gage Duo's reaction. Along the way, he was sideswiped by Quatre's look of consternation. God, no. Trowa couldn't be infatuated with the singer, too, could he? Heero swallowed back the words he was about to say. The two band members fighting over the singer would be bad. The competition would hurt the band. Now, Heero saw Duo as a threat. "No, got two legs. It's chill, man!" Duo rattled off carelessly and stretched to reach the upper shelf. The t-shirt rose, the jeans did not. Not an inch of exposed skin escaped Heero's notice. Before returning to the table, Duo carried his glass of choice, a fine crystal highball, to the sink and turned on the tap. When he sat again, he had a glass of plain water to drink. Full, pink lips blew stray hair out of his mouth, and Heero thought he'd never seen a sexier boy in his life. "Water has no food value," Heero told him. "Yeah, I'm just drinking it. I got the rest of this for food." "Milk contains additional protein and calcium." "Oh yeah? Well, I haven't ever drunk cow juice and I'm not starting now." Duo piled his plate with potato salad as he chomped on a dill pickle. "That's why you're so short." Quatre moved his chair noisily. "Drop it, Heero," he whispered. "You think so? So, what's your excuse?" Duo countered. "I am average height for a male of Asian heritage," Heero said cool as the pickle in his hand. "I've read that most males continue growing well into their twenties," Quatre said. "I hope that's true because I'd like to be at least 5'10''." Heero was mid surly-growl, "good for you," when Wufei and Zechs entered the room together. "You started without us?" Zechs asked. "I thought we were eating in the dining room?" Quatre said, "We decided it would be more comfortable in here for just Duo and me. I thought everyone else had eaten." He looked self-conscious then added, "Then Heero and Trowa joined me. A-and now you, too." Lunch was served at this time everyday but Sunday. Heero set his fork on the table and stared at the nervous blond. That settled that question; Quatre had wanted Duo to himself in the kitchen. How disturbing. He had never believed Quatre would pursue another guy. He wondered if Trowa was aware of what Quatre was doing or cared enough to be a competitor after all. It was hard to tell what Trowa was thinking because he said so little. Wufei, however, spoke out. "The cook always prepares lunch for us at noon." "The cook?" Duo paused in his eating. "You guys have a cook? Really?" Zechs moved to speak, pickle in hand. He was dressed in loose, ivory, draw-string pants and a long flowing tunic with rainbow beads around his neck, an informal version of his evening attire. No matter how he was dressed, however, Heero thought the man looked regal. "Yes. It is far easier and cleaner. More efficient all around. With school, there isn't time to cook meals for six or more if there are guests. Shopping is too far for daily trips and I really don't care to plan meals and purchase supplies in advance. This place," he swept the room with an arm, "has a staff to cook, clean, maintain the grounds, pool, horses, and cars." "No shit." Duo looked flabbergasted. "So, what do you do?" "Play music, tennis," Quatre began. "Work out in the gym," Heero added. "There is the pool and horseback riding," Quatre continued. "Video games," Trowa contributed. Duo's eyes lit up and Trowa smiled again. "But music is the big thing for all of us." "So it's pretty much all fun and games," Duo said, looking over Trowa from head to toe with a satisfied broad grin. Quatre cleared his throat, drawing Duo's attention back onto him. "It's a wonderful place to explore new interests." "I'll bet," Duo agreed. Wufei cut in without remorse. "And then there is school." "Oh, no problem. I'm done with it." Duo stabbed at his salad, filled his fork, and jammed it into his mouth. "So, don't worry 'bout that." Zechs shook his head as Quatre opened his mouth. It was obvious to Heero that Quatre wanted to divert the subject away from business and school. Trowa was playing some game, too, and Heero did not want this new kid to break up his band. The singer was strikingly attractive, even Wufei had had to utter words to that effect after they'd left him at the guest room the night before. Obviously, someone like Quatre and, apparently, Trowa too, would fall hard and fast. Heero admitted to himself that he had been nothing short of mesmerized by the end of the concert. He knew he would have to resolve the dilemma, because Wufei most certainly would not. Heero outlined a plan in his head, while listening to Zechs. "Duo, if you live here, you go to classes. If you are a high school graduate, I'll send for your transcript and find a college-" "No college. No degree. I learned all I needed. Sitting in hard, wood chairs for six hours was not my kind of thing, okay?" Zechs would not be okay with anything subpar, that Heero also knew. "Duo, if you don't want more academics, there is a vocational high school program-" "I gotta vocation. I'm a singer and a pilot. Got it all covered." "He's got a point," Trowa said. "Piloting is a respectable job and it pays well." "You don't need a high school diploma to get a pilot's license?" Quatre asked. "Not on L2," Duo answered lightly. "Only two things stop you cold. Can't be color blind 'cause the controls are color coded, and can't have a felony conviction. That last one really is a limiting factor, believe me." "Really?" asked Wufei. "I didn't realize there were rules to enforce on L2." Duo set down his glass and looked directly at Wufei through his fringe of bangs. "Ya know, I'm looking forward to the pleasure of your company since I haven't had it yet." Heero broke into the battle of wits, fighting for containment before Wufei's volatile temper blew up. "But you had to have memorized manuals for repair and operations to get your license, and that would require knowledge of engineering and physics. You must be able to compute routes in your head in case you lose navigation of flight control, that's got to be Trigonometry at least, not to mention-" "Where'dya get all that info?" Duo asked. Heero found his attention fully captivated by the pair of intense, blue eyes staring into his. "I researched it on the internet this morning." "I find it hard to believe that someone your age and, now, self-admitted lack of education has a legitimate shuttle pilot's license," Wufei said. "Regardless." "Hey, Chang, chill dude," Trowa said. "'Sokay. Listen, I didn't say I was stupid, I just told Zechs here that I didn't take to sitting in classrooms. I was tested young and trained special because I had certain talents. Piloting was one; the singing I had to pursue on my own. L2 doesn't care much about advancing the arts, but they need pilots to move people and materials for manufacturing." "Then there is no problem," Heero said, satisfied in more ways than one. He liked that Duo was not easily riled up by anyone; level-headed and able to roll with the punches. He could become a good friend. And he was intelligent, more so than he had any reason to be, as a singer. Heero looked to Zechs for confirmation, and said, "He can test out of his classes if you arrange for it. He may not need to attend next year at all." "Yeah," Duo drawled in a relaxed fashion. "Like I said." "Well, part of attending school is for the social interaction. Something can be arranged, I'm sure. Some culinary classes, sports, computer classes to start. Besides, there are school functions like dances and games where you can meet other young people your own age." Duo smiled. "Listen, I don't wanna argue so I'll say okay for now. School here sounds different than on L2, but aren't we all kinda old for high school?" "Wufei is the only one who didn't have his education disturbed and is tracking well," Zechs said. "I believe the others have one last year to make up for lost credits. The current term is on summer break." Zechs smiled and a sudden calm filled his face, and Heero knew they were in for a philosophical lecture. "It is my wish for all of you to succeed to the best of your abilities and heart-felt desires. To deduce what that might be, ask yourself the question: 'If I could be anything in this world, and be guaranteed success, what would I be?' Then start being that today in the small ways that you are able. Pretend and imagine shopping like that person, breathing like that person, making decisions like that person. Then build a bridge from here to there with real actions and steps." "I guess I'm in for more of those affirmations of yours, huh?" Duo asked. Zechs radiated good will and nodded. "Yes, it comes with the deal." Duo shrugged, effectively dropping the subject. If he didn't join the band it would all be a mute point anyway, Heero thought. Which meant he should come up with a good reason for him to stay; one that did not depend on a romantic link with Quatre or Trowa. He reviewed his action plan again, beginning with giving Duo a tour of the gym, where he preferred to pass free time. "So, what's on your agenda today? Do I get a tour or something? Hear the band?" Duo asked. "If you are interested in seeing the gym, I was going to work out for an hour before band practice. You may join me," Wufei said as he rose from the table to set his dishes at the sink. What? But that was what he was going to ask! And coming from the one who seemed to like the singer the least? Duo would refuse, Heero was sure. "Okay," Duo said. Heero could not believe it. Could he possibly join them? Wufei rose from the table to set his dishes at the sink. Heero's gaze followed Duo as he followed suit, collecting his dishes and balancing them precariously on top of Wufei's in the sink. He smiled at the result, tossed his rope of hair out of the way, and stretched his arms overhead. A sliver of skin revealed the rise of a hip bone as his back arched then the dark cloth of his t-shirt slipped back into place. Show over, Heero pulled in his eyes and willed his disobediently pounding heart to behave. Self consciously, his eyes slipped sideways to find Quatre watching him. He stared him down until Quatre turned away, following Duo's progress as he trotted off behind the short, lithe, and serious Chinese boy. He decided that, yes, he would go to the gym, too. Heero nearly tripped getting to his feet. "Practice begins at 2:00 on the weekend if we haven't a gig," Quatre called out to their retreating backs. "Gotcha!" Duo hollered on his way out. Heero steadied himself, but before he could join the two on the way to the gym, Zechs stopped him. "Heero, just a moment. Give them a little time alone first. I think Wufei is having the hardest time accepting him and this might be a nice chance for them to bond a little." Heero frowned and looked at Quatre. He knew Quatre had the best sense of others' feelings, somehow. "Is Duo upset?" "No, surprisingly." Quatre frowned at Heero. "None of you are making him feel very welcome." "Oh? Did he tell you that?" Zechs asked. "No, it was just my observation." "He seems happy and comfortable here to me," Zechs said. "He clearly has moved around a great deal on his own. He gets along with others easily and makes many friends. He's very adaptable. Don't you think so, Heero?" Staggering crossed his mind first, followed shortly by sexy, smart, and self-possessed. And that was only the letter "S". "Dangerous," Heero said. Trowa shuffled his feet and cleared his throat. "How do ya mean?" "The band is of primary importance. If having him in the band has a disruptive influence, enough to cause a rift then his singing and dancing contribution is totally lost." "A rift?" Quatre asked, his eyes widening. Heero thought his friend's expression and tone of voice gave him an aura of innocence, as if he hadn't a clue what was going on. Heero found that disconcerting. How could he not else feel the undercurrent of unrest Duo caused, Heero wondered? Quatre hadn't been a patent liar in the past. He was, in Heero's estimation, a good soul. Trowa, too. Heero sighed, wondering if he was letting Duo's attractiveness make him blow everything out of proportion. "That's right, Heero," Zechs said, lowering his voice. "What makes you think he's going to break up what you've all got going?" "I could be wrong," Heero said abruptly, excusing himself and leaving the room without clearing his dishes. (o) "You should wait and let Yuy demonstrate those," Wufei told Duo, who was fascinated by the complex pulleys and balances of the weight machine. "I prefer isometrics, balance and strength training from karate katas." "You spar?" Duo asked. He found a stationary running machine and turned it on. "Mind if we put on some music? Helps me keep pace." Wufei pressed the play button on the CD player resting on a nearby shelf. "Yuy and I spar, sometimes Trowa. They are both skilled, but different." Wufei stared at Duo setting a fast pace on the treadmill. "You can adjust that down." "She's come undone" Wufei stared at Duo setting a fast pace on the treadmill. "You can adjust that speed down," he repeated. "She
didn't know what she was headed for "I run fast, thanks. As a kid I had to steal to eat, and then run like hell hounds were chasing me so I wouldn't get caught." Wufei had no picture in his mind of what being a street kid really meant. Stealing food to eat certainly had never entered into any visualization, and trying to picture a younger Duo starving, altered his thinking. "Your parents?" "Killed, I guess. Never knew them. Me and a few others hung out, safety in numbers. We got hustled into an orphanage, but I was too old to get adopted. Sister Helen saw to it we learned to read, write, and all." "You were chosen to be a shuttle pilot and you never attended school?" This was too difficult for Wufei to fathom. "Oh, I did from the time I was eight to twelve, give or take a year. I really don't know when I was born. The school wasn't much and the kids bullied us from the orphanage, so Sister Helen took over tutoring. I guess I was pretty smart, because Father Maxwell had me tested and at twelve, well, I got training. By fifteen, I was licensed to co-pilot and on my first flight the pilot had a heart attack and I took over. Um, was it something I said?" "It's
too late Wufei was standing by the machine, Duo still running his six-minute mile upon mile. "Father Maxwell. Maxwell Church!" "She's come undone." "Ah, yeah. Heard about that, eh?" "She
wanted truth but all she got was lies "It was a story every child in my clan was told. Never play with fire. The children living there burned down their home and-" Duo cut him off. "Not true! The OZ syndicate did it. I saw them. I was at my flight training and was late getting back. I heard some goon threaten Father Maxwell for more protection money." "Extorting money from a church and orphanage? A lower life form never walked on land." "That's for sure. And no better souls lived than Father Maxwell and Sister Helen. They wouldn't give in, but had they suspected the outcome, I'm sure they would have handed over every penny rather than doom everyone to death." "Too
many mountains "So, what did you do?" "I ran for help." Duo smiled and shook his head, still running without letup. "You know, it's not easy to convince a policeman there's an emergency when you're just a kid." "They didn't believe you?" "No, but when I ripped the gun out of his holster, he ran after me." Duo's pace slackened slightly. "But it was too late." "You survived." "The only one. I learned several things. I call them Maxwell's Laws, the first being: The enemy invariably attacks on two occasions: when they're ready and when you're not. " "You seek justice for what happened. You want revenge?" "Yeah," Duo said, matching Wufei's intensity, "but that takes big bucks and power, oh, and some brave souls stupid enough to carry out some maniacal plan. I, heh, heh... don't know which will be the most difficult problem to overcome." "It's
too late "Time to cool down." Duo reached out and dialed down the speed until he was walking. When he stopped, Wufei leaned over to read the dial. "You ran three miles in 17 minutes. I'm very impressed." His eyes bore into Duo's. "You aren't even breathing hard. You weren't even trying." "Not my hardest, no. I mean, I just ate!" Duo laughed and hopped off the treadmill. "One thing I learned in a book, and that is: humans reach higher running speeds not by increasing the speed of their legs, but by applying greater support force to the ground. Also, shorter lighter runners release body heat faster giving them an advantage." "She
found a mountain that was far too high Wufei nodded slowly. He had no words for this remarkable young man before him, he thought, then a few come to find. "I judged you wrong. You are not weak or stupid. Taking justice into your own hands would be a rash move. You would be dead had you attempted to do so at the time." Duo grinned. "Yeah, well, Maxwell's Law number two: anything you do can get you killed, including nothing." "I did nothing. Oz syndicate destroyed my home, my clan, my family. They killed my wife. I wanted justice, but I was too weak." Wufei wondered why he had told Duo what he hadn't revealed to his house mates. What was it that made him feel so exposed or want to share his secrets and dark desires with this stranger? "It's
too late "So, you work out down here to get stronger," Duo stated. "You want justice served for what OZ did to you." Wufei felt this singer understood his motivations like no one else. "Of course," he said. It wasn't sexual attraction, he felt; it was of a different nature, like brother-in-arms. Duo cracked a smile and broke the binding spell. "You need to loosen up, dude. Believe me, I know. Too much determination will just shrink your nuts. 'Course locked up like monks in here you haven't got much outlet. So, Duo Maxwell at your service, if you get my drift." He bowed with a dramatic flourish that was completely unnecessary, so of course he must have intended it to be insulting. Wufei curled his lip in disgust. "I wish I didn't understand what you just offered me, gai. Say that again, touch me, look at me and I will see to it that you do not play music on Earth again, if you 'get my drift.'" Duo stepped back tongue-tied, and Wufei knew that he had skillfully impressed him with his authoritative and unquestionable masculinity. Weak women, and he crammed this pretty singer into the same category, could never stand up to men like him. As long as Duo Maxwell knew his place and remained in it, he and Wufei would get along fine. "I must shower before practice," he told him. "I'll have someone meet you here to show you the way to the studio." "Don't bother. I can find my way." Duo grinned like a spreading wound. "Ah, but before you go--" Wufei reached toward the CD player and hesitated, uneasy in such close proximity with the smiling boy. "Yes?" "I'd like you to take this knife outta my back. You'll probably need it again." "She's
come undone Wufei slammed his hand into the CD player, shutting off the music and possibly breaking the unit. Then he swept past Duo and yanked at the door. End Chapter 3 Guess Who : "She's Come Undone" "Gai" is Chinese for "whore"
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