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"Blood or Chocolate?"Written By: Karen Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of
its characters. Otherwise, the show would've been way different. Warnings: First and foremost, this fic is supposed
to be a humor fic. Shounen ai and Yaoi next. Violence, blood and gore,
supernatural elements, such as werewolves, vampires, evil leprechans,
trolls, witches, and other stuff I think of along the way. Expect
lemons, limes, death of insignificant characters, and angst. (heh!)
OZ people are also going to really intermingle with the GW boys, particularly
with Duo. Pairings: Will be 5x2, 3x4, past 5x1 (and we're
talking WAY in the past), Meizer+2/2+Meizer and everybody+2 (hey,
everyone loves Duo). Summary: Duo Maxwell is an almost average guy
in a small, rural town. He works at the only gas station for miles
around, is gorgeous, but single. He also gets harrassed by the town's
rich idiot. But what makes him different is that he's a clairvoyant;
he can read thoughts by touch or he can simply 'hear' them. Kind of
complicates matters. Yeah. So when he runs across a man whose thoughts
he can't hear, although trying to gives him nosebleeds, he decides
that that is a fair trade. That is until he finds out that the guy
isn't a typical 'guy,' and that getting involved with him only leads
to trouble...and a few dead bodies. "Blood or Chocolate?"
I got out of bed, showered before I killed someone with
my body odor, dressed, and made coffee. Once I was done with my hair,
I decided to do nothing but lay on the couch all day. I really should
open up the gas station. After all, it was Friday and people tended
to get gas on Fridays because they were leaving town or going out.
I really should...but I wasn't. Hell, they could take the gas for
all I cared. It wasn't going to be worth suffering in this heat with
this headache for half a handful of customers, if I even get any in
the first place. It wasn't too long after I decided ‘hell no, I
won't go' when Hilde rose from the dead. I loved my sister, really
I did, but she was a scary sight when she first woke up (and before
coffee). She had the hair of a porcupine, skin the color of the moon's
rays, and her eyes were glued shut. She would not walk, but shuffle
from one end of the house to the other, holding her pink robe closed
with her hands. I watched, fascinated, as she transformed with each
sip of caffeine ingestion. I entertained the thought of videotaping
this. Maybe I could sell it to the Discovery Channel. Once she was human again, I separated the laundry while
she cooked breakfast. Hey, I knew that it was lunchtime, but since
our work schedules were at night instead of during the day, this technically
was morning for us. So anyway, once we finished breakfast, I cleaned
the dishes as she wiped down the table and stove. After that bit of
fun Hilde abandoned me for Sylvia, saying they were going to have
a ‘girls day out,' whatever the hell that meant. For the next two hours I hemmed, hawed, and whined because
I had nothing to do, which was funny since my ass was supposed to
be at work in the first place. I tried to read but I didn't feel like
it. I wanted to draw but all of my pencil leads were dull. I couldn't
find my sharpener to sharpen my pencils, and I was agitated for a
reason I couldn't put my finger on. Ready to go absolutely bonkers
because Dracula was on again, I slipped into some tennis shoes and
decided that I'd either had to go for a walk or bounce off the walls.
It was beautiful out. The sky was so bright blue it
was almost blinding, there weren't any clouds, and the breeze was
gentle and cool. I couldn't help the pep in my step as I walked, or
the stupid smile that was on my face. It was just a pleasure to be
by myself, out in the beautiful country with rolling green hills and
the air full of life. La la la la la-- / Somebody help me! / I turned around, confused. Carefully, I looked around
the area, trying to pick out anything that resembled a person that
could need help. There were none. Still a bit sore, I let my guard
down and reached out with my mind to see if someone was probably dumped
under a bush and left for dead. There wasn't. Puzzled, I continued
to walk, simultaneously scanning the area for any sign of life that
didn't use photosynthesis. I didn't find anything. After some time of walking without another occurrence,
I continued to bumble my way along. I was maybe thirty minutes from
where I lived, but I wasn't ready to turn back. I was in my own world,
outside in the warm weather, enjoying ‘taking' a day off-- / Ah! He's got a gun! / Just as the thought crossed my mind, I heard a gunshot.
It sounded like it came from the north. The birds flying away in a
large black cloud confirmed my suspicions. I slowly started to make
my way there, singing a song I didn't realize I knew the words to,
and made human noise to avoid being shot. It wasn't uncommon for someone
to have to shoot a gun around here. We were out in the country where
wild animals roamed, sometimes to your front door. I've shot rabid
deer from time to time myself. But this screamed wrongness to me,
all the way down to my toes. / No! Uncle Trowa! / The voice sounded young. A little girl? I heard another shot. More birds scattered. Throwing
caution to the wind, I raced in the direction of the shooting, hollering
‘hey!' at the top of my lungs. The field was open, but it was
hilly, so running up and down the hills had me winded in no time.
But from the sheer number of birds flying away, I guessed that the
shooting came from the trees that lined the top of the biggest hill.
I headed for that. Unfortunately, it was a good distance away. I was running
at my top speed and it still took me four minutes to get to the last
hill before the tree-line. Just as I started on the downslope, another
shot fired, more birds flew away, and I saw a little girl burst from
the trees, her left leg slightly swollen and badly scraped. I could
hear her sobbing as she ran in complete terror, and I couldn't help
holding my arms out to her as she ran towards me. Without thinking
I scooped her up in my arms, turned and ran in the direction I came
from. Just as I got over the hill I heard someone else burst from
the tree-line, and that propelled me even faster. I was so distracted
by the little girl and getting away that my shields were completely
down. Thankfully, the other person was distracted too, so the only
thing I heard was a slight buzzing from his mind. It took longer than before, but finally we were in the
clearing again. That made things easier. However, I was at the point
where I was too tired to keep going. I couldn't tell what my foot
caught on, but I tripped, and twisted my body to avoid falling on
the girl. I went down so hard I bounced. I was in shock for only a
second before I rolled myself on top of her. She clung to me, her
bright eyes dilated in fear. I turned my head to see who we were running
from and saw that it was-- "Septem!" Septum stood a few feet from us, reloading his gun.
He gave me a cold, hard look, and spoke in that annoyingly ‘talking
duck on crack' voice. "Maxwell? What are you doing on my property?
You know I don't want you on my property!" "Have you lost your damn mind?!" I screamed,
nearly in hysterics. "What the HELL are you doing shooting at
a little GIRL?!" "What?" God, I hated his voice. "I wasn't
shooting at a girl. There was a large dog in my field." "Bullshit!" I stood, wobbling a bit, and picked
her up again, cradling her tightly to my chest. "I heard gunshots
and ran to see what was going on, and I see HER burst from the trees!
Does this look like a dog to you?!" I held her up a bit to emphasize
my point. He was stunned for a moment. "I know what I saw!"
was all he said. If it weren't for the fact that the girl would've been
an eye witness, I would've killed him. Just then a squad car pulled up, and the man I despise
the most in the entire world got out of the car. He strutted up to
us in his too tight uniform, and pushed his stupid Blueblockers up
his nose, trying to act all high and mighty because he was a cop.
When will these people learn that I could give a damn? "What's going on here?" Alex boomed. "You're uncle is trying to shoot a little girl,
that's what's going on," I said nastily. "I knew you all
were rat-bastards, but I didn't think you were going to be so open
about it." "Can it, Maxwell!" Mueller said, scurrying
up to stand next to his partner. "Or maybe you'd like to take
a ride to the station?!" "As much as I would enjoy seeing you and your girlfriend
make out," I nodded towards Alex, "I think I'd rather stay
here. Thanks though!" I added cheerfully. I heard the little
girl giggling against my collarbone. Whoops. I guess I better start
watching my language. "Why you little..." Alex growled before Mueller
and Septem grabbed his arms, both men exaggerating how hard it was
to hold Alex back. At least Septem had the sense to put the gun down.
Drama queens. "Let's go sweetie," I said, turning around
and letting the three idiots have their fun. "I'm gonna take
you to my place where we can clean up your leg and have ice cream.
How's that sound?" "Okay," she said in a happy, sweet voice.
"Where are you going Maxwell?" Alex shouted.
I could hear him stomping after me. "We're not finished with
you!" "But I'm finished with you!" I shouted over
my shoulder. "Unlike you, I actually have things to do."
Before he could retort, another squad car pulled up. (Was this convenient
or what?) I relaxed immediately when I saw who it was. Hot dog! This
was the only other person I trusted besides my family. "Meizer."
Meizer got out of his car, looked the scene over as
he walked towards me, and gave me a concerned look. "Duo, what's
going on?" "He's crazy, that's what!" Septem shouted,
shaking his gun in the air. Um...yeah. And that answered Meizer's
question, how? "I know what I saw. I was trying to shoot the
dog, not some kid. But thanks to you and the brat, that dog is still
running around attacking the deer!" "There was no dog asshole!" I shouted, my
temper getting the better of me. Now who was the crazy one? "Enough!" Meizer shouted, sounding superior
and sexy at the same time. I had to shake my head to keep my thoughts
out of the gutter, where they had a habit of going when it concerned
him. "Duo," he said, and the timbre in his voice had my
hackles rise. And we're talking in a fun way. "Yeah?" "I'll drive you home. It's a long walk from here."
"Thanks man." I walked around to the passenger's side, and he opened
the door so the little girl and I could get in. I was going to have
her sit in the back, but her grip was tight around my neck, and I
was reluctant to let her go too. Meizer didn't comment. He just buckled
both of us in and closed the door. Just as he was getting in, Septem
grew a backbone. Stepping forward, he grabbed the door and held it
open. "Too bad you didn't die with your parents," he said
to me. "I will be there with him," Alex said, stepping
next to his uncle. "I am your Captain, Alex. You will be where *I*
say you will be, and nowhere else." He pulled the door out of
Septem's grasp to close it. He started the car. "It would be
in your best interest, Alex, to remember that," he said through
the open window, then pulled away. Damn, how cool was that? *** Thankfully, Meizer had a first aid kit in the squad
car. As he drove I cleaned her leg up as best as I could. She had
a lot of angry red welts, but the scraps weren't bad at all. She said
she started to run when she heard shooting, and tripped over a tree
limb, scraping her leg as she fell. I was doubly pissed at Septem
then. That was just plain irresponsible. "What's your name sweetheart?" Meizer asked.
She didn't answer. She only looked at me with those big blue eyes
of hers. Meizer then gave me a glance. My turn I guess. "Tell
me your name, sugar dumplin'." She giggled her little-girl giggle. "Why?"
I made a big show of being surprised. "So we can
get married, of course!" She giggled again. "My name's Mariemaia Barton."
"Well Mariemaia, I'm Duo. And this here is a good
friend of mine," although I wouldn't mind more, "Meizer.
Or you can call him ‘Cob,' which is short for ‘corn on the
cob.' I used to call him that all the time when we were kids."
"Why?" she asked. "Because that's all he would eat," I explained.
"The town would throw barbeques all the time. Everyone would
fill their plates with ribs, potato salad, ranch beans..." "Hmm..." "Yeah," I said, grinning as I saw his glare
out of the corner of my eye. "But he would fill his plate with
five or six corns on the cob, and nothing else." "You're weird," she said directly to him.
"Honey, he isn't anywhere near as weird as some
of the people in this town," I said, thinking inwardly of myself.
But then I shook myself out of the memories and got back on track.
I liked the kid, but she couldn't stay at my place all day. "Marie,
where are your parents?" "Oh no," she said, shaking her red head. "I
don't have parents. They died when I was a baby." "Oh. I'm sorry to hear that," I said as my
heart sank. At least I got to know my parents. "Don't be sad." She reached up and put her
little hand on my cheek. It was very warm. I placed the back of my
hand on her forehead to check for a temperature. She did feel warmer
than she should have, even in this heat. Then she giggled. "I'm
fine. I don't have a fever. I'm just hot." Well, she wasn't stupid. "Alright then. Who takes
care of you?" "My Auntie Catherine and my Uncle Trowa take care
of me." Trowa. Where have I heard that name before? "Do
you know your phone number sweetie?" "No," she said sadly, then perked up. "But
I know where I live!" "Hot dog!" I said, and gave her a high five.
"Where do you live babycakes?" She giggled. "I live past a ce-me-ter-e,"
she said, sounding the word out. "It's for dead pets." Oh my god... "Mariemaia." I swallowed, hard.
"Is there...is there a headstone that's shaped like Garfield,
way to the left?" "Yeah!" Shit on me. Shit all over me. "Do you know...uh...Quatre
and Heero?" "Yeah! They're my play-uncles," she said cheerfully.
"You know them?" All of a sudden I felt extremely tired. "Yeah."
I ran my hand over my face. "Yeah." That's when I remembered
where I heard that name. Trowa. That's who they mentioned last night.
"You okay Mr. Duo?" "Yeah puddin' pop. I'm okay." The last few minutes of the trip were quiet. When we
pulled onto High Creek Rd., I remembered to ask an important question.
Well, it was important to me. "Marie, how did you get in Septem's
field? That's a good way from here." "Oh...I...uh..." Strangely, she seemed at
a complete loss of words. "I was out explorin'. We just moved
here and I don't know the area yet. It looked pretty neat. But when
I was ready to go home, I lost my scent--I mean, my way back."
I raised an eyebrow. That was an odd mix-up of words, but remembering
her ‘play-uncles' weird behavior last night, I dismissed it.
Sort of. Still, that was a hell of a way for a little girl. All thoughts vanished when Meizer shut the car off.
I wasted no time unbuckling her and carrying her up the stairs to
the house. Meizer was a step behind me. We made it to the porch and
I held her up to the doorbell. She rang it. While we waited I looked
around. The house was a typical old Texas southern home. It was two
stories, although because of the high ceilings it looked like three.
The light yellow paint was peeling and dirty, looking like a cheerful
haunted house. I knew the owners died when I was a kid, so it's been
empty for quite a few years. The door was opened by a lovely curly-haired lady. She
immediately zoomed in on Mariemaia. She snatched her out of my arms
so fast, I was standing there with my arms out like I was still holding
her. The woman's sharp grey eyes briefly assessed Meizer but stopped
on me, going over every physical detail. She sniffed, then gave me
a blank look. She was hiding something. "They didn't hurt me Auntie Cathy," Mariemaia
reported proudly. "A mean old man did. He had a gun." Catherine
(I'm assuming that was her) gasped, and fixed Meizer with a glare
that had me scared for him. "But he saved me." She pointed
at me. "And he called that man a rat-bastard and an asshole."
I wanted to die. That's what every parent or guardian
wanted; a strange man teaching their children bad language. "I don't know the whole story yet. But I will get
to the bottom of this, and inform you of what actions can be taken."
When Meizer was done, he hopped in and started the car
up, making his way to my house. Just as we were leaving, four figures
emerged on the road. They were roughly in a triangle formation. Unfortunately,
they were on my side of the car, so I was able to get a very close
and delicious look at them. And I was ready to shit all over myself
when I saw that one of them was the black-haired man from Howard's
that night. He was wearing a white outfit with a dark blue shirt.
We made eye contact. I saw his black, bottomless eyes,
his straight eyebrows, and his slanted lids. He was Chinese. My fuckin'
god. He was gorgeous. On his right was Heero, dressed in tight jeans and a
green tank. To the Chinese man's left was the tall one with his hair
over his face, dressed in tight jeans also with a white tank. Quatre
was next to him, wearing only tan linen pants. All of them were barefoot.
"Okaaaay," Meizer said as we drove by. "I
see right now I'm gonna have to keep an eye on these people."
"You and me both," I said to him, then turned back to the road to find no one there. ~ * ~
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