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"Diary of a Protected Witness"Written By: Snowdragonct Disclaimer: Don’t own any part of Gundam
Wing or the characters, more’s the pity. This is for fun...no
profit involved. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU , yaoi, swearing (lots), some OOC
(probably), violence, drugs, sex, Pairings: 1X2X1, 3X4, 5XC, (past 2X3X2, 6X2) Summary: Ever wonder what was running through Duo's mind at certain points in"Witness Protection?" Here are snippets of his point of view...a companionfic, that will not rehash the entire plot, but offer a new perspective ofcertain events. A/N: This fits with chapters eleven through thirteen of Witness.
" Diary of a Protected Witness" Chapter Six: Road Trip Yo, Diary: Aren’t road trips supposed to be fun? Well this one wasn’t turning out that way at all! First off, I knew Yuy and Chang didn’t like me—and that was just fine, since I didn’t particularly like them either. Yes, there was that lust thing with Yuy. But that hardly constituted “like,” let alone anything more. He wasn’t the first guy I’d lusted after, and I was pretty sure he wouldn’t be the last. He was just the closest—dammit. I tried to behave, okay? I really did. But between Chang’s smoking rules and their choice in music—or lack thereof—I couldn’t be blamed for a bit of rebellion, could I? I mean, they were fuckin’ Nazi prick assholes! Okay—rant over. We weren’t on the road for five minutes before I knew I could find entertainment in the Chinese cop. He was strung so tight he practically vibrated with suppressed feelings. And I was just the one to pull his strings. “How ‘bout some music?” The debate that simple sentence precipitated made the whole fuckin’ day worthwhile. Chang went off about silence and noise and how they shouldn’t have to “indulge” me, while Yuy hung on to the steering wheel with a death grip and talked him down. It was priceless. Especially the part where Yuy threatened to turn the car around. When I finished laughing my ass off over that, everything sort of caught up with me and I crashed in the back seat. Hey, I worked nights, and it was the middle of the morning—of course I’d be tired. Not only that, but I hadn’t had any decent sleep since Zechs—since that night. I don’t know how long I slept, but Chang got his revenge on me by startling me awake so badly that I nearly shot through the roof of the car. Fuckin’ psycho Chink bastard. He was a sadistic sonofabitch. I don’t think even Yuy would have argued about that, especially when his partner made the crack about them cutting off my braid and he tried to reassure me they wouldn’t. Well, it wasn’t so much reassurance as just trying to calm me down before I blew a gasket. But I appreciated it. Didn’t mean I didn’t take a cheap shot about how long the cops had been trying, and failing, to take down Khushrenada. But it did gain Yuy a point or two in my estimation. And meeting a cute, flirty waitress named Rhonda totally made that first stop worthwhile. She was sweet—a really nice kid. But what’s more—it drove both Yuy and Chang nuts when I turned on the charm and flirted with her. Had they really not believed me when I said I hated cops? Because I did. The cops had never done me a decent turn in my whole, pathetic life. From the two apes who had their way with a ten-year-old kid, to the ones who kept me locked up when I needed to warn the Reapers about the planned attack by the Rebels—cops had done nothing but screw me over my whole life. Not that Yuy and Chang knew that. Not that they’d care if they did. They were only there to protect me until my usefulness ended. After that, I was sure I’d never see them again. But meanwhile, I could have my fun, and I did. I noticed Yuy watching me out of the corner of his eye, and just to see if I could get a rise out of the “ice cop” I sucked the ketchup off a French fry. That got his attention. Yeah, as much as he tried to pretend to ignore me, I could see the gradual flush rising in his cheeks, and the open-mouthed breathing. The fucker was getting turned-on! And man, did that just get me hot as Hell, too! I mean, he was gorgeous—seriously. If it hadn’t been for that intense “I’ll kill you if you look at me the wrong way” aura he radiated, I’d’ve tried a more direct approach, like offering him a quick fuck. But this—this was fun. This was like legalized torture. And it felt so damned good to pay him back for his attitude. Especially when he tried to escape by going to pay the check. “What about dessert?” Our eyes met, and he knew I knew he’d been watching me—with more than casual interest. Leftovers, indeed! Duo Maxwell was nobody’s leftovers—and I intended to prove it to the hot cop, even if I had to pull out all the stops to seduce his ass. He was almost as easy to bait as his partner, and asking if he was gonna hold my dick for me to take a piss got him so perturbed he gave me a good, solid shove towards the bathroom. I always did like forceful men—though I’ll admit, his being a cop was a serious deal-breaker. Didn’t mean I couldn’t screw with his head, though. Cops were all about fuck ‘em and leave ‘em, right? So—maybe I’d show him how it’s really done. I got my first chance awhile later. I’d slept a bit during the ride, though not as much as I might’ve led Yuy and Chang to believe. Hey, they wanted to talk about me behind my back, they hadda expect some eavesdropping, right? I overheard just enough to know I had them confused—wondering how much of my attitude was real and how much was a show just for them. I musta been slipping if they were even catching on to the fact that a lot of it was for show. Well, maybe not for show—but for them. They were, after all, cops, and as I’ve said before—well, y’know, I hate cops. I think maybe they tried to get on my nerves, too—like when Yuy kept following me to the bathroom—as if I’d run off if he didn’t. Or maybe he thought one of Khushrenada’s goons might be hiding in a urinal. Who knew? Either way, their lack of trust bugged the hell out of me. Not that I’d given them reason to completely trust me—but I’d also done nothing to lose their trust, either. Assholes. It really fuckin’ got to me when Yuy decided I was using. Fuck it anyway! Just because I was antsy at being stuck in a car for hours on end when I was used to an active life and active job—he thought I was on something? I’ll have you know, when I’m on anything I’m actually less jumpy. Yeah, I suppose if I was hurtin’ for a fix, maybe I’d’ve been restless. But honestly, before I got into a car with two cops, I’d have made sure they were going to allow me my drugs, if I was that hard up. I knew this guy once, who got immunity for testifying against some big-shot dealer—and part of his deal was they hadda put him through rehab. Essentially, they had to provide his dope until he was off it for good. Anyhow, that’s not really important. What was important was that they could’ve treated me with just a smidgeon of fucking respect. I mean, shit—when Zechs was alive and we went out anywhere, we were like royalty! Everyone bowed to his wishes—well, everyone except me, and I more than made up for that in bed. I bowed to all the wishes that really counted. And Zechs treated me great in return. He showed me respect, and love, and affection. He told me how funny and smart and talented I was—and I missed him more with every minute I had to spend dealing with Chang’s cheap shots and Yuy’s scorn. I was on a ragged edge, and it only took one little nudge from Chang to push me over. “Well your crime lord boyfriend is dead now.” Did he have to sound so fuckin’ thrilled about that? I mean, Jesus Christ—I loved Zechs. And it was like a slap in the face to hear the triumph in Chang’s voice—to relive, yet one more time, the sick drop of my stomach at the sound of the gunshot and the sight—. Fucking hell! I would not let myself cry in front of a couple of goddamned cops! “It’s right back to the gutter you crawled out of.” Well, no time like the present. I was off and running
before the asshole finished his little outburst.
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