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"Deviants"Written By: Shinigami 195 Disclaimer: I don't own them Rating: R Warnings: Yaoi, violence, blood, suicide themes. Pairings: 1+2, 3x4x3 Summary: The Deviants differ for the norm and
from the accepted standards of society. Somewhere in America there
is a house filled with these Deviants, all living their lives out
happily with only a few minor problems. But when a new arrival stirs
up trouble, things start to unravel and their safe world begins in
disappear. A group of five are left fighting for their lives and their
freedom "Deviants " Chapter Five – Stories “I’m not discussing it indoors,” Duo sighed for the hundredth time. At the time, it had seemed like a good idea. Get Heero out of the house by making up some lie that they couldn’t talk inside the house out of fear they would be overheard by Riana and her goons but the Japanese boy was not budging. “I suggest you give up,” Wufei advised. “No. I don’t give up on anything. There are men out there working on the lights, if they hear us they will report everything to Riana and she’ll then punish us. Mainly, she’ll punish me.” It was a cheap low shot but Duo was confident it was going to work. He continued quickly, scared Wufei would butt in and give the game away. “She is looking for any excuse to throw me out. Please Heero, come with us. Once outside, we’ll tell you everything.” Heero gave a nod and he stood up, reaching for his shoes. “Great.” “You know them workmen out there are out there because of you!” Wufei stated. “I know.” Heero’s eyes flickered between the two, not completely understanding the conversation. “Keep that temper in check.” “Keep her away from me and keep her fucking asshole guards away from Quatre and I’ll keep my temper in check.” “The last thing Kendal needs is to come back here and find you have burnt the place down!” Duo shrugged. “It could do with a redecorate.” “I’m ready,” Heero moved quickly between the two. Blood shed would happen if they weren’t split up. “Good. Lets go. Tro and Quat are already waiting for us.” “Why did they go without us?” Heero asked. Duo flashed Heero a mischievous grin. “Come to my room tonight and I’ll show you.” “Maxwell!” Wufei warned and Heero felt his face turn a shade of red. The three of them headed downstairs and had just reached the door when a hand fell on Duo’s shoulder. “Duo,” that sickly sweet voice purred his name and Duo glanced round. Riana stood there, her two bodyguards a few meters behind. “What?” he replied, faking the small timid tone. “I need to speak to you… alone… now.” “Well, I was going to do something else, but for you my love, I guess I can put it back.” “Good boy. Come with me.” Duo met Wufei’s gaze. “I give you permission,” he stated. “You sure.” “Tell him everything.” And Duo was gone. “Tell me everything? What did Duo mean by I give you permission?” “He’s saying I can beak the rules. That I can tell you whatever I want to about one Duo Maxwell. Lets go find Trowa and Quatre.” The two left the house but Wufei kept looking back, his eyes seemed to be searching for something. “Is everything alright?” Heero asked, fed up of being out of the loop. “I’m concerned about Duo.” “If she hurts him…” “We can’t do a damn thing about it. Here,” Wufei ducked into a bush and Heero followed, amazed to find that on the other side was a huge lake. “There you are.” Quatre pulled himself away from Trowa’s lips to squeak a greeting but it was Trowa’s keen eyes that noticed they were one short. “Where’s Duo?” “The annoying braided one was caught by the biggest bitch of them all.” “Shit. Is he going to be alright?” Quatre asked. “I’m keeping an eye out,” Wufei reassured Quatre and he sat did, indicating that Heero should do the same. “Duo has given permission. He wants Heero to know everything.” “That’s a lot of stuff,” Quatre said. “Its up to you two what you say. I’m going to put Duo’s story off as long as I can. It is really only right that he tells it. Anyway… My name is Chang Wufei. I am original from China. I was brought here six years ago after I was discovered by the local police force with no clothes and scars running the length of my body. Back home, my parents believed I was cursed and I was sent away to boarding school. It wasn’t boarding school and I was sold. To be what I don’t know and luckily I never found out. Instead they discovered my talents and from that they decided to… the best word would probably be… improve them. From an early age I could hear things. Things I shouldn’t hear. Just little things, a faint word here or there and as I grew older and grew closer to people, I learnt these voices were in their heads. Its not reading minds, it’s more like listening to emotions. Every emotion in someone has a different voice. After these men had finished with improving my talent, I could hear everyone’s emotions, not just people whom I knew well. There were bad side effects. One of these men, he was very angry, very emotional. I don’t do drugs, painkillers anything like that. It’s never had a good reaction in my system. The drugs they gave me to operate screwed me over and I was out of it for a couple of days. I’m unsure as to what took place but this man, this angry man, did something to me, to my eyes. When I woke up, in that alleyway, I could see so many colours it blinded me. I went temporarily insane. They brought me here. Kendal fixed me some glasses that would dampen the colours out. Duo brought me back to reality. I’ve been here even since. I have learnt how to block those voices out and how to use them to my advantage. Like now, I am listening to Duo’s emotions to make sure he is all right. My eyes are harder to deal with. I remain here because I can’t control them completely and until I can, Kendal feels it is unsafe for me to go out into the world. To this date, I have had no run-ins with the bitch. She’s not nice and I suggest you remain on her good side.” Heero gave a nod of thank you to Wufei. He could understand things better now. “Can I tell you mine?” Heero asked. “No,” Quatre replied. “No?” “Not yet, any way. Duo knows our stories inside out. He doesn’t know yours and I know he wants too. Its only fair to wait for him.” “I’ll go,” Trowa spoke up, his one green eye fixed on Heero. Heero gave another nod. He had to admit the one eyed boy was more interesting than the others, or perhaps he was just better at hiding it than them. Heero knew he shouldn’t wonder, but he did, and the main thing he wondered about was how Trowa managed to get his hair to stay up like that. Anti-Gravity hair gel, it had to be. “Mine is simple enough, I can talk to animals. When I was three I was brought a kitten. My parents thought I was making it up when I told them I could understand what she was saying. She became my first friend. When I turned ten, my parents grew worried because I was still talking to my cat and I had also started to talk to other animals too. My father killed my cat. In front of my eyes he crushed her skull. After that I withdraw from my parents, from everything. I discovered that I could change the nature of the weather. I can’t make it happen but when I’m sad it rains and when I’m anger I can make a storm appear. I don’t understand it. I don’t even think Kendal understands it. But my parents grew fed up of me and shipped me here four years ago.” Quatre turned his blue eyes onto his lover’s and gave a sad smile. Heero found himself studying Trowa. It didn’t sound like the boy was insane to him. It seemed to more like magic but he found using the word magic made him feel more insane than he already was. Magic didn’t exist, right? But it was the only thing that seemed to make sense with what Trowa was saying. “So, what are you doing to help?” Heero asked. “Nothing. I have some more control over my weather changing ability but as for the animals, I enjoy talking to them. Laugh if you want.” Heero shook his head, he didn’t want to laugh. It seemed nice to having someone to talk to that you could completely trust. “I’m gay,” Quatre spoke, changing the topic quickly. His blue eyes stared deep at Heero’s. “Its not a disease but my parents seem to think it is. I was sent here after a teacher found me giving a guy a blowjob in the locker room. Annoying how parents always think they are right. Anyway, after the discovery I was taken into private teaching but there wasn’t something right with the teacher they had gotten me. He was a pervert, and quite happy to discipline me. My parents thought I was lying yet when they found us, one day, me bent over a desk and he told them I had forced him to do. Ashamed of me, they locked me up in a room and arranged for Kendal to come visit me. I was locked in that room for a month, that’s when I started to feel emotions that weren’t mine. I felt hatred, disgust, anger and many more, all of them directed at me from my parents. It didn’t stop there, doctors came to visit me and I could sense them too. I could feel their pity and then I met Kendal. He was the first one who I met that made me feel happy inside. He was caring and worried about me. He brought me here.” That was about six months ago,” Quatre finished quietly. “Can you still feel people’s emotions?” Quatre shook his head, “Only when I want too. I’m quite able to stop them now.” “You should be aware of Quatre and his gift,” a voice startled them. “He has a habit of spying on people.” “You ok?” Trowa asked, the newcomer looked a little pale. “Just tired.” “You’re shattered,” Quatre replied as Duo sat down, leaning heavily against a nearby tree. “Think your story can wait?” Wufei asked and Duo shook his head. “He needs to know…” “I’ll tell you mine first,” Heero said. His dark blue eyes were fixed on Duo and Quatre gave a smile as he felt the concern there. There was also respect and something else, something that was too small to be named but Quatre couldn’t stop his smile from spreading as he felt it. Duo gave a nod, his violet eyes smiling at Heero. “I don’t know where to start. I guess everything went bad after my brother killed himself…” Duo’s back straightened. “And my parents didn’t say anything but I feel it, they blamed me for it. I was there when it happened. I watched him do it. He told me it was a magic trick. He could get out of it. Perhaps I shouldn’t have lied but saying he killed himself makes me feel better. I tied the rope around his neck and I was sitting on the tree branch when he kicked the stool from under his feet and I watched as he strangled himself… I should have stopped him but I couldn’t.” Duo forced himself up and he walked across to Heero. Heero was sitting with his head down, staring at the hands in his lap. He had hidden his eyes to hide the tears but Duo’s hand touched his cheek and he raised it slowly. “It wasn’t your fault.” “After they found him, I withdrew into myself and after a few months, I tried the same thing. I must have screwed up because it didn’t work. The rope couldn’t bare my weight and it snapped. After that I overdosed on pills… I tried so many things but none of them ever worked. In the end, I was sent here after I was diagnosed as being insane.” “Will you stand up with me, Heero?” Duo whispered. He was suddenly regretting the move to make Heero tell all. Heero shook his head. “You need to stand up and come inside. This is not where you want to be right now.” The others helped Duo stand the Japanese boy up and together they got him back into his room. Duo promised that he would tell them what happened later and they left him and Heero alone. Duo sat Heero on the bed. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t apologise. I’m here for you to talk you.” “Why would you want too? I’m a murderer and a coward.” Duo touched his hand. “I want to talk to you about my past but you need to finish yours first. Trust me, Heero, I know what you are going through because I went through the same thing.” Tbc... |
