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"Destination Eden"Written By: Lisa-chan
Disclaimer: The G-boys are not mine. I only use
them for loads of fun and for putting them in compromising situations
and stuff. Rating: NC-17 Warnings: yaoi, shounen-ai, voyeurism, slight
het, blood, angst, sap, OOCness, Relena-bashing, AU, OOC,on Duo’s
behalf. Pairings: 1x2x1, 1x3, 2x4, hints of 2+OC, 4x3
implied Summary: AC\200. The war is over,
total peace reigns. Heero loves Duo. Duo loves Heero. Only neither
one is aware of the others feelings. Who will make them find out? Author: Lisa-chan Author’s e-mail: m.van_kerckvoorde@planetinternet.be
Author’s note: This fic is a rewritten version
of a fic I once wrote, called Nobody’s perfect. Some might recognize
it. I’ve added parts of both Duo and Heero’s past, Duo about
his life on the street, Heero about his harsh training with Doctor
J. The original story, the one in their present lives, basically stayed
the same. I’ve also added a prologue and epilogue. I have indicated
AU on Duo’s behalf, especially concerning his past. No Maxwell
church, no sister Helen, no Sweepers on his fourteen years old. He
did meet Solo. But I’m gonna stop rambling now before I give
everything away. Don’t let the het scare you away, I promise
some good boys on boys action ahead ^_~ Well, enjoy! Reviews would
be nice. Thoughts in Italics ~o~O~o~ indicates flashback Thousands of thanks to Shenlong for the beta reading
^_^ ~*~*~ Destination Eden Chapter 2 “See, that was a mission that wasn’t worth my time,” Duo muttered. “Boooring!” “Duo, you think everything is boring, unless it has something to do with sex or food,” Wufei said with a stiff smile. “But I must say, it wasn’t really all that bad.” “Very funny. By the way, have I already shown you this little thingie?” He pulled out a little velvet box and opened it to show to Wufei what was hiding inside. Splendor inside of a few square centimeters. “Wow, Duo. That must’ve cost you a fortune,” the Chinese said, bowing over it. “Well, cheap it wasn’t.” “Hey guys! Come over here! You gotta see this!” Wufei yelled to his friends. Wondering what could’ve been so important that Wufei was actually enthusiastic, the three other men sprinted towards them. “Hey, check this out,” Quatre said. “Now, that’s what I call an engagement ring,” Wufei grinned. “So you’re really gonna do it, huh?” Trowa said in his quiet voice. “You’re really gonna marry her.” “You bet I am,” Duo beamed, snapping the little box shut and tucking it back in his pocket. “Well, I’ll be damned. Duo Maxwell, aka “Flirtatious scumbag” is getting married. This calls for a celebration,” Quatre smiled. The both of them looked at each other for a moment, the American and the Arabian thinking exactly the same thing. “Bachelor party!!” they cried in unison. Wufei and Trowa gave them an agreeing nod, but not Heero. He was the only one who didn’t feel any mirth, the only one who looked at the sparkling gem in Duo’s hand with a jealous glint in his eyes. “I’m going home, see you guys tomorrow,” he mumbled, turning his back to the group, so they couldn’t see his anger. “Oh, you’re going home?” Duo asked, confused. “It’s five o’clock. You can stay if you want to, but I’m going.” “Yeah, I’m off as well,” Wufei said. “See ya.” “Is it five o’clock already? Man, time flies,” Duo said and all of a sudden a wide grin appeared on his face as he remembered Hilde’s promises. “Right, home! Till tomorrow, guys!” The other two watched him go to the elevator and moments later, he drove his car off the parking lot. “Well, there’s one who’s gonna get laid tonight,” Quatre said, putting his arm around Trowa’s shoulder. “Sounds like a good prospect, ne?” Trowa said, nuzzling his nose in the blond hair. “It sure does,” Quatre replied and he cupped the brunette’s jaw in his hand and displayed for anyone who wished to see it, that he loved him by giving him a sweet kiss on his soft lips. ~*~*~*~ Duo maneuvered his way through the traffic, humming happily. A tram went merrily rolling by. He thought about Hilde. The beautiful woman in sparse red lace, sitting on a bed of black satin sheets, her eyes reflecting his deepest desires. It wouldn’t be long now before he'd be home. The traffic started to lessen, along with the numerous skyscrapers and supermarkets. The peace of nature he lived in was a welcome relief after the busy life in the city. Still another few traffic lights to go through now. Two cars of the fire brigade flew by with wailing sirens. “Man, they’re in a hurry,” Duo said. The fact that they blazed through the red light just like that showed that it was urgent. Very urgent. And somewhere in the distance he could indeed see an enormous cloud of smoke hanging in the air. Anyway, now that he was waiting for the red light himself, he might as well check the voicemail of his cell phone. Now, had he switched the sound back on or not? “What? Five new messages? And they’re all from Hilde? That little tomboy, I told her I’d switch the sound off,” he sighed. He'd forgotten to turn it back on. Moron, that’s what you get when you walk with your head up in the clouds like that. “Duo, there’s something wrong with the television in our bedroom. Could you come home for a second, please? Love ya.” “Duo, pick up the phone. That damn briefing can’t take that long. There are little sparks coming from the cables. I don’t trust this anymore.” Butterflies started to form in his stomach, and they soon turned into fear when he heard the third message. “Duo, the tv has exploded! What the hell do I do!?” In sheer desperation he pushed his foot flat on the accelerator when the light finally switched to green, and still with the 'phone on his ear he forced the speed of his car faster until the motor was screaming . “Dammit, Hilde! Why haven’t you called your father?! I told you I’d switch the sound off during the mission!” he hollered. But a tiny whisper in his head reminded him again of his unfortunate negligence. And what else did you tell her? You told her you would switch it off during the briefing, that’s true, but not during the mission. You told her you would switch the sound back on after the briefing. She was under the assumption that she could reach you at anytime during the rest of the day, when the briefing was over. But did you do that? No. You forgot, Duo. “Dammit!!” he cursed. Tears threatened to fall from his eyes and he could only blame himself. “The stairs have collapsed! I’m stuck here! Duo, what’s taking you so long?!” “Duo! Duo, I’m afraid! The flames are everywhere! Come on, pick up the phone!” The alarmed hollering of his girlfriend in his ear made him fly through the streets at a speed which would undoubtedly have gotten him a fine if he had the police chasing him right now, but he had to get to that gray cloud as soon as possible, which was tragically enough, situated at his address. The place was already littered with morbid sightseers and firemen, those last ones coming from the fire trucks he had seen flashing by only a few minutes ago. The horrible screams took his breath away, just as the biting smoke in his throat did when he wanted to barge into their burning house. One of the neighbors pulled him back by his collar, so hard he almost fell on the ground. “Are you out of your mind?! The building’s on fire! For crying out loud, let the firemen do their work!” In a blind panic he jerked himself away and ferociously shook his head. “No, I’ve got to help her! Hilde! Hilde!” he hollered, running back to the door, heading for the painful and scared shrieks of his girl. “Hilde! I’m coming, honey! Don’t be afraid now!” A crashing sound and a loud rumbling made him look up. The roof broke down, and when the sound had faded away, they could hear nothing but the crackling of the flames. Hilde didn’t scream anymore. Hilde was dead. This it had to be. The pain and the anguish were there, the grief and the tragedy, a burning feeling in his heart which seemed to eat him alive from the inside. And then the fire. The licking flames, coloring the sky all red. this had to be hell, no question about it. It was too much, too sudden, too unexpected. The blow was too hard, and with his hand spasmodically clasped around something on his chest, he lost consciousness and fell to the ground. ~*~*~*~ When he opened his eyes again, he saw above him a white ceiling and from the corner of his right eye some kind of iron construction with a plastic bag hanging down from it. From there his gaze wandered to a little cupboard standing next to it, and when he turned his head, his cheek touched the soft fabric of the pillow his head was resting on. On the cupboard stood, except for a glass and a bottle of water, a little box. He looked at it, examining it with his eyes and was just about to reach out his hand to take a closer look at it, when he heard a voice on his other side. “Thought you might want to keep that with you.” He recognized the voice of Trowa and turned his head into that direction. “Trowa, what are you doing here?” he asked. “And what… what happened to me? Am I in hospital? What am I doing here?” Trowa’s face remained expressionless, but inside he felt a bit annoyed that he was the one who had to remind Duo of the fact that his girlfriend was dead, although they had never found her body. “Don’t you remember, Duo? Some roof tiles fell on your leg when you were trying to save Hilde. But don’t worry about that leg of yours, that’s not too bad,” he explained. Duo shook his head in confusion. “Save her? From what? I'd just come home from work, right? I'd just driven home with that engagement ring in my pocket, ne?” he said, making a gesture with his hands to the box. “I wanted to ask her to marry me. There wasn’t any reason to…” He had gotten up a bit, but the shock as the sudden realization and horror came flooding back made him fall back on his pillow. Everything started turning inside his head, and he would’ve lost consciousness again, from misery alone, if his friend hadn't laid a consoling hand on his shoulder. “Hey, I’m sorry, pal. Really. She was one of a kind,” he said softly, in an attempt to soften Duo's pain a bit. He didn't have to be told she was one of a kind, her German temperament, her raven-black hair, her beautiful eyes. Never would he find a girl like her again. And the way she loved him; not for his money, coz he didn’t have any of that, no, she loved him for who he was, the 20 year old street rat who was crazy about her from the moment he first laid eyes on her. She the lady, he the tramp. But now, now he would never see her anymore. He would never get the chance to see her ever again, to feel her, to taste her and that mere thought filled his eyes with tears. He looked at his friend, and although he'd been told that boys shouldn’t cry, he couldn't help it, he was weeping like a little child, weeping like he had never wept before. Not when he at the age of twelve was torn in two for the first time. That was physical pain, it would heal. Not when yet another one of his buddies from the street died of starvation. He knew then he could be next, and that thought had consoled him, that he could soon be back with his friends, on the other side. But this was different. This was the kind of heartache that would never go away, maybe lessen as the oiled machine of life continued to turn, but it would never be entirely gone. “Go on, Duo. Go on and cry. That’s a relief, isn’t it?” he soothed. The transparent fluid slowly and regularly dripped from the plastic bag to the infusion. Trowa’s watch was ticking softly, although time didn’t seem to exist any longer. Suddenly the two of them were startled by a soft knock on the door. “I'm not interrupting, am I? Can I come in?” the man who stuck his head inside asked. It was Hilde’s father. “Mister Schbeiker, of course you can come in,” Duo said, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand. “Can I talk to you in private, Duo?” he asked in a monotone voice, a resolute look in his eyes. Duo gave a little nod with his head. “Sure you can. Trowa…” Trowa didn’t need any words. He took his jacket off the back of the chair and got out of there. When Trowa had closed the door behind him, there was a heavy silence in the air. Duo, who had expected to hear some consoling words from Hilde's father, sighed and offered him a seat, but the man kept on standing there and didn’t move an inch. Surprised, Duo looked at him, and was startled to see the sudden venom in his eyes. “Mister Schbeiker? What’s wrong?” he asked insecurely. “Don’t you sit there like a beaten dog, you coward,” the man growled. ‘Excuse me? Coward?! Had he heard that right? “What did you say, Mister Schbeiker?” he asked, dumbfounded. “Me a coward? What makes you think that?” “You should have saved her. Why didn’t you go inside?” “What the hell do you think I was trying to do?! I was pulled back by my neighbor!” “That doesn’t stop you if you really love someone, Duo. It’s all your fault.” “What the hell are you talking about?!” he shouted indignant. “I loved her, dammit! For crying out loud, I was planning to ask her to marry me!” In one smooth movement Hilde's father went from standing by the door to menacingly bowing over Duo in the bed. “Shotgun wedding, Duo?” “What?!” Duo yelled, perplexed. “Not at all! How could you even consider thinking that?! I wanted to marry her because I loved her!” “That’s not what I’ve been told,” Hilde's father said softly. “Didn’t you know, Duo? She hadn’t told you yet?” Duo looked at him, not understanding a bit of the whole thing. What was he talking about? Why was he acting so… insufferable? “She was pregnant, Duo. You got her pregnant.” The American kept on staring in front of him for a few moments, paralyzed by the impact of his words, but then ferociously shook his head. “No, that’s impossible! We have always been careful!” he shouted. “Oh, so it was an accident then?” her father cleverly anticipated. Duo had a strong tendency as a natural reflex to answer an unfortunate “yes” on that, coz they indeed hadn’t planned it, but just in time he managed to bite his tongue off and swallow that little word. “That’s not what I said,” he stated as calmly as possible. “It appeared like that,” the other man said. Duo tried to swallow the lump in his throat and to pull himself together, at least until her father was gone. “It wasn’t an accident,” Duo growled. Their eyes were exchanging sparks and the tension between them couldn’t even be cut with the sharpest knife. Finally the German turned away and stood up again. “If you say so,” he sighed. “But keep in mind, Duo, you’re not getting away with this,” and with those words he left the broken man sitting in his bed. What had gotten into that man? He was about to be his father-in-law. It seemed to Duo that he was actually enjoying seeing him suffer like that, to thicken his misery a bit more. They never had gotten along with each other very well for some gloomy reason, but this time he had really outdone himself. Pregnant. Why hadn’t she told him? Of course, he figured, it was only natural for her to her father first, but he would have been next, right? All of a sudden he realized, the surprise, she told him she had a surprise for him. That must’ve been it. But how did this happen? The child would’ve been more than welcome, no doubt about that, it was his heart’s desire, only he'd wanted to wait until after the wedding. Nice work, Duo. Now there are two lives ruined. Burned up, just because he had switched the fucking cell phone off. His mind was a mess, running around in circles and continuously coming back to the same conclusion: her father was right, it *was* his fault. Why hadn’t they just let him run inside, so he could have died together with her? Why had his neighbor, with all the good intentions in the world, pulled him back? What in the world had he done wrong to continue his life without Hilde? To be continued…
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