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"Forsworn "Written By: Presser Pairings : 2x1 Disclaimer : Gundam Wing characters aren't mine Rating : NC 17 Warnings : Feedback : Yes Please.
"Forsworn" Chapter 3 Heero stood shivering in the moonlight. In the dirt at his feet was a half-empty bottle of cheap vodka and a large Ziploc bag containing bright yellow latex gloves and a handkerchief. Heero looked back at the beat-up Honda Civic that had brought him deep into the woods, then at the small cabin before him. Brad's cold body sat propped up against the wall, shadows cast by the fire Heero had built flickering over it.
Heero dragged the body to the campfire, positioning it on its side, one hand near the top of the bottle. He stamped out the campfire, then put the handkerchief into the Ziploc bag. The rubber gloves followed. Heero looked up at the overcast sky, the waning moon sliding in and out of low clouds, and sighed heavily. He carried the bag back to the Civic and got in, driving away slowly. * Steam from the coffeepot popped and hissed as the last of the hot brew dripped from the basket. Heero yawned loud and long, stretching into the sun that shot through the narrow kitchen window. He rubbed his eyes and reached for a mug from the oak-paneled cupboard, then tapped two packets of sweetener into it. He filled the mug with coffee and then took a small carton of Half and Half from the refrigerator, tipping it into the steaming black liquid. After stirring the concoction he moved down the counter to the toaster, pulling hot seven-grain bread onto a china plate, which he drizzled with fresh honey. Toast and coffee were carried to the small wooden table in the kitchen and Heero eased into the chair in front of them. He yawned again before taking a bite of toast and a swallow of coffee. Heero ran his fingers through unruly bangs of dark chocolate, blinking back sleep. He chewed with his eyes closed, and suddenly the image of Brad's body lying by an extinguished campfire assaulted him. His eyes popped open and he shook himself violently, half rising from his chair, then sat back hard. Another swig of coffee, another bite of toast. He told himself to get his mind in gear, and turned in his chair and reached behind him to fish a note pad and pen from a drawer. He scribbled a short list: eggs He put the list in his shirt pocket, then stood, cramming the last of the toast into his mouth before downing the last of the coffee. He quickly put the plate and mug into the dishwasher and then wiped crumbs from the counter near the toaster, dusting his hands over the trash. He neatly hung the dishtowel on the hook near the oven. Making a mental note to drop by the grocery after class, he picked up his backpack and shouldered it on over his jacket as he made his way out the back door. His biker's helmet went on, fastened tightly, then Heero was out of the garage on Duo's Harley, headed to a ten o'clock class at the university. * Duo had decided that Heero should attend classes at the local school for two reasons. First of all, he wanted his slave to be educated. He required Heero to be able to understand and converse with him, and a liberal arts education was mandatory if Heero was to be able to keep up with one who had lived through the events of the past three hundred years. More important than that, though, was Duo's need for young men. Heero learned early in his submission to Duo that his Master would not touch a woman. He drank only from the necks of beautiful young men, the more virile, the better. He required the blood of a young man once every ninety days, and Heero's job was to find Duo's victims. The connections he made at university put Heero in touch with a broad network of people throughout the city: family, friends, neighbors, acquaintances, and all were fair game. Heero was aware of how fragile their stability was, so he chose carefully, finding victims with no possible connection to each other, dissimilar in appearance when he could, and located far apart. This was no mean task, even for one as industrious as Heero. When this job was combined with his studies, his duties as Duo's housekeeper and those as his sex slave, Heero was busy. Duo knew he had found someone special when he met Heero three years earlier. The sixteen-year old had looked mature for his age, and Duo found the boy's sensuality irresistible. That first night he drank only from the boy's sex, not his blood, not knowing how wise a choice he had made. He seduced, then enslaved Heero, but quickly realized that keeping Heero as a pet would be a misuse of a talent unlike any he had seen in his three hundred years. He decided to prepare him for more than life as his sex kitten. Over a three-year period Duo had carefully taught Heero more than he had ever passed on to another human. Now, at age nineteen, Heero Yuy was beautiful, lean, and sexy; intelligent, quick, and wise beyond his years. And completely possessed by Duo Maxwell. * "Coming?" A sophomore named Alex looked over his shoulder at Heero, books in one hand, coffee in the other. Three other students stood and shouldered book bags, picked up notebooks. "Yeah, in a minute. Just need to --" Heero grabbed at the stack of textbooks, notebooks, and loose papers that began to slide as he reached across them for the pen lying beside his coffee. Heero cursed as the pile hit the floor and his coffee tipped over, rapidly covering the low table in the student lounge. All four of his friends rushed to help by gathering books and papers and looking for extra napkins. "Not my day," Heero said glumly. "Yeah, it happens." Jessie, a thin girl with dark blonde hair pulled into a pony tail, piled books on the couch beside Heero. "Look, we're gonna be late for class, so..." Alex half-shrugged. "Go," Heero said. "I'll clean this up and then, well, I may cut today after all." Lisa, dressed in studded black jeans and matching jacket, gave Heero a stern look. "Cut? Man, you're never gonna catch up if you keep doing that. Rickman's physics class is --" Heero cut her off. "I'll be alright. I'm quick and intelligent." "Yeah, maybe, but still..." "I'll catch your notes later," Heero said, his voice a little softer. "Or maybe yours," Heero added, nodding toward Richie, who stood next to Alex in jeans with holes in the knees and a featureless black tee shirt. "Your choice," Alex said. "We'll see you." The four made their way through the lounge and out into the chilled air, leaving Heero to finish mopping up the sticky mess on the table. He stood and moved to the snack bar to get more napkins. After the clean-up Heero had ordered his books and notebooks and stuffed them into his backpack. He sighed lightly as he shouldered it on and grabbed his jacket, heading out of the student lounge and to the Harley parked in front. * Fifteen minutes later Heero was sitting in a booth at the back of Rocky's, an upscale bar and grill near the school, staring into black coffee. He quarreled with a voice in his head. //Your Master wants only the best for you, Heero. Look at the good things he's given you, the rich life you lead. You have the kind of money, clothes, food, and more that many will never see. You have his attentions, which, though they can be harsh at times, are intended to better you. Why would you question what he asks of you?// **I /don't/ question it. I do everything the Master asks of me.** //Not true. Last night you talked back to Master. You chided him for not having the music on soon enough.// **But the music /wasn't/ on soon enough. We almost lost the boy this time.** //I see the anger in you rise.// **Not anger. I'm not angry. I could never be angry at Master Duo.** //And yet....Tell me. It's okay.// **I -- I don't understand why Master wants me to learn. I'm happiest when I'm near him, when I'm pleasing him. Why can't I stay with him always?** //That's not what bothers you, Heero.// **It /is/.** //What bothers you is --// **Don't say it.** //You don't like --// **DON'T SAY IT! I /don't/ have to listen to you! Leave me alone!** //You don't like the killing.// **M-master has explained that.** //Oh, that his victims are giving their paltry lives to make possible his more significant life?// **Y-yes.** //But you don't believe that.// **I /do/.** //Right. Of course.// Heero shifted in his seat. He took a sip of the cooling coffee. //Master Duo takes life so that he can extend /his/ life.// **Yes.** //And what makes his life more significant than the lives he takes? What makes his life better than the young boys who --// **Shut up!** Heero slammed his fist down on the table. A few heads turned. **Master Duo knows so much more than everyone else.** //Because he has lived so much longer?// **Yes.** //And what does he do with that knowledge?// **He -- he --** //If you don't have an answer, then everything you're doing is --// "Shut the hell UP!" Heero slammed his hand down on the table so forcefully that the cup and silver rattled. The maitre d' looked up sharply. Several guests turned their heads. When a waitress approached Heero to ask if everything was alright, he snarled an "I'm fine" at her and left a five on the table. He was soon out in the bright sunlight and off on Duo's Harley, headed away from the school, away from his thoughts. TBC |
