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"Carbon Copy"Written By: t-shirt Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU/Romantic/Fantasy-adventure, Mild
angst, sap, fluff, some language Unbeta’ed Pairings: 1x2, 3x4 Summary: to come "Carbon Copy" Ch 4 They spent the next four days cataloging as many of the Sacadia blooms as they could find in the night. It wasn’t easy since Hiiro ended up taking more pictures of Duo than the flowers which always led to another passionate encounter be it in a tree, on the forest floor or dangling over the edge of a cliff somewhere. He couldn’t help it though. Duo just looked so damn enticing hanging there on the end of the rope he had to have him. How many people can say they’ve made love under such circumstances? The only real difficulty they encountered was the fact that it seemed impossible to satiate their need for one another. The more the Japanese boy had of him the more he seemed to crave. It had progressed past the point that he could see his life without the braided boy in it when they packed their gear away in the plane and headed home. Duo noticed a waterfall to the east so they took a little detour to have a better look then a small rise of smoke on the horizon turned out to be the workers they’d seen their first night there. They still had no clue what they were up to but they called it in anyway. If it was legitimate the workers would have nothing to worry about, if not, the local police would put a stop to it. The action made Duo happy so Hiiro was content. There were on a jet headed home before they knew it and touched down in Dallie looking very much like honeymooners come home. ‘Hiiro!’ ‘Quatre’s come to meet us,’ Duo smiled indicating the blond boy and his lover standing by the exit. ‘Hi,’ Hiiro grinned releasing Duo’s waist long enough for him to walk through the turn style. ‘Why didn’t you answer your phone!’ the blond boy demanded looking care worn and haggard. Trowa wasn’t as perky as usual either, Hiiro noticed, which made him wonder if his lover had been keeping him up at night worrying over why Hiiro hadn’t answered the phone. ‘I forgot to turn it on,’ he chuckled at the irony of his having forgotten anything. ‘We’ve been trying to call you since you left,’ the blond informed him eyeing the fact that his arm was once again round Duo’s thin waist. ‘Sorry,’ the Japanese boy almost giggled at his expression. ‘Hiiro,’ Quatre asked looking very disturbed all of a sudden. ‘You haven’t… oh Allah... tell me you didn’t,’ he breathed as all the blood drained from his face. ‘What’s wrong with you?’ the blue eyed boy asked sounding a bit defensive suddenly as he drew Duo closer to his side, a look of concerned curiosity in his violet eyes as well. ‘They’ve recalled him,’ Trowa told him bluntly saving him from the lengthy explanation Quatre was gearing up to lavish on them. ‘What?’ Hiiro asked feeling his chest tighten immeasurably. ‘They called right after you left,’ the blond boy ground out in a pained voice. ‘We’ve been trying to reach you but you didn’t answer. They said there’s something wrong with him. A possibly dangerous glitch...’ ‘He’s not dangerous!’ the Japanese boy snapped. ‘And I wont return him,’ he stated firmly moving around the couple with Duo still clutched protectively under his arm. ‘Hiiro!’ Quatre called after him before turning pleading eyes on his lover. All Trowa could do was shrug his shoulders. ‘Come on,’ the blond sighed snagging him by the front of his jacket and tugging him along. No amount of persuasion would sway the Japanese boy’s decision. Quatre tried time and again with every angle he could think of all the way back to the apartment to no avail. ‘At least think about it.’ ‘No.’ ‘They’re not going to allow you to keep him even if you refuse,’ Trowa said speaking for the first time since the debate had started. ‘The designer said he’s a prototype and shouldn’t have been sold in the first place,’ he told the boy with the now scowling dark blue eyes. ‘They’ve already returned the credits to Quatre and demanded his immediate return. When they find out you’re back they’ll come and take him.’ Hiiro’s only response to this was to set his jaw and pick up the bags as he hailed a taxi. ‘We can’t run,’ Duo told him softly also speaking for the first time since the airport. The painful expression on Hiiro’s face as his shoulders sagged brought a dark shadow to the boy’s violet eyes. ‘Hey,’ he said trying to smile but only managing a weak grin. ‘Maybe they can fix me huh?’ ‘There’s nothing wrong with you,’ Hiiro told him laying his forehead against Duo’s as he pulled him close and a cab pulled up expectantly by the curb. ‘Let me go,’ the longhaired boy told him touching his cheek to Hiiro’s as he spoke softly. ‘The creator will fix me and then maybe I can come home,’ he said leaning his slight body into him and stealing his breath away. Hiiro’s hand slid up his back then burrowed into the back of his hair as he kissed him deeply pouring all of his hopes and dreams into him at once. Even Trowa swallowed, his mouth watering as they watched the tender scene with the delicious looking Serf returning Hiiro’s affection ten fold. Finally, and with great effort Duo pulled away. Neither could look at the other as he climbed into the cab and pulled away. Hiiro just stood there for the longest time, his eyes down cast at the spot on the sidewalk where Duo had stood beside him before Quatre’s worry finally got the better of him. ‘Hiiro?’ he called, the moment the name left his lips Hiiro’s knees suddenly buckled landing him hard on the cement, Quatre rushing to his side as he burred his face in his hands and wept. By the next morning Hiiro had pulled himself back together again. Quatre and Trowa stayed with him through the night helping him form a plan to retrieve his lost Serf. The blond boy had been against it at first pointing out that being obsessed with a Serf was a bad thing no matter how you looked at it but Hiiro had always been better at arguing than him and won in the end. Serf or no Serf Hiiro loved him and needed him, whatever the philosophy of that fact might be was irrelevant. Hiiro went to Carbon Copy to reclaim his property while Quatre visited his lawyers to see what could be done on that end should they refuse. They did. It was Hilde he spoke to once again but this time the girl was unmovable. She apologized a zillion times but kept coming back to the same reply. Duo was faulty and already being reconfigured. Her sympathy was admirable but she still remained firm. Hiiro showed up every day to restate his arguments believing that perseverance would eventually pay off. On the fifth day however, he still hadn’t managed to sway Hilde or anyone else at Carbon Copy to his side and he’d just about run out of patience. ‘Where is he?’ he demanded for the trillionth time. ‘Mr. Yui… please.’ ‘I’m not leaving until I see him,’ Hiiro stated firmly. ‘That isn’t possible,’ Hilde sighed. ‘As I’ve already said... time and again,’ she added intensely. ‘Duo will not return to the market.’ ‘I don’t fucking care!’ Hiiro snapped loosing what little of his composure remained. ‘I want to see him. Now, either you take me to him or I will find him myself,’ he told her meaning every single word with all his heart. ‘That wont be necessary,’ a young mans voice broke into their debate. ‘Who’re you?’ Hiiro snapped at a lost for any more tolerance as he turned to face a very young Chinese boy with a severe little pony tail and sharp black eyes. ‘I am Duo’s designer,’ the boy told him ignoring his rudeness as he walked smoothly into the room. ‘You may go,’ he told Hilde who flashed him a grateful glance before making a hasty retreat. ‘You’re his creator?’ Hiiro asked wanting to make sure he understood. This guy looked much too young to have succeeded in designing something as complex as Duo. The boy nodded. ‘Where is he?’ Hiiro asked again. ‘Here,’ he replied motioning as a door slide open revealing Duo standing stone like in a small recess and Hiiro’s heart leapt into his chest. ‘Duo!’ he gasped taking a step closer but it took little more than a glance to see that the boy in front of him was... what? … turned off? He stood there with his eyes closed as if he slept standing up and appeared to have no idea that Hiiro was even there. ‘What have you done to him?’ Hiiro asked his tone thin and dangerous as he spoke. ‘He’s resting,’ the Chinese boy told him. ‘Would you like to speak to him?’ he asked. ‘Yes.’ ‘Duo?’ ‘Wufei!’ Duo smiled suddenly as he came to life with the sound of his name on his creator’s lips. ‘Hello, Duo,’ Wufei smiled a small smile that more resembled a smirk than a grin as he accepted the longhaired boy in his arms as Duo had moved to his side the moment his eyes had opened. Hiiro’s chest tightened even more as he watched his lover smile softly and blush when Wufei leaned down and kissed his cheek. ‘Did you rest well?’ the Chinese boy asked. ‘Yes,’ Duo replied looking for all the world like nothing more than a sex doll. Hiiro’s chest hurt... a lot. ‘We have a visitor,’ Wufei told the longhaired boy. ‘Do you remember Hiiro?’ ‘Hiiro!’ Duo suddenly cried, his big violet eyes widening as if he’d only just notice him. Hiiro couldn’t help it when his arms parted to accept him into his embrace but feeling the warmth of his body against his own brought him no comfort at all. Still, he clung to him desperate for some small amount of relief from the pain. ‘I missed you,’ Duo told him hugging him tightly. ‘Can we go home now?’ he asked pulling away. Hiiro flashed a look of `you gonna try’n stop me?` at Wufei who returned the expression nothing more than a chuckle before offering them the way out. ‘Mr. Yui,’ Wufei said before the door closed. ‘You have one week,’ he told him. ‘Should you decide to retain him any longer than that full payment will be expected,’ he smiled. Hiiro didn’t reply but took Duo out of there as fast as his feet would carry him. They hadn’t made it back to the apartment before he realized Duo wasn’t the same. They’d changed him somehow. The light in his eyes was missing, the heat in his touch had cooled and the playful spirit that had so captivated the Japanese boy had been completely wiped away. He tolerated the dolls presence for three days before he just couldn’t stand it anymore. This was not Duo. It didn’t feel, smell like, act like or respond like Duo. This was a Serf, an assistant, a tool and he was seriously pissed when he reasoned out that whatever this Wufei had done it had effectively killed his lover leaving behind nothing but a pretty shell that could do laundry. He was back at Carbon Copy demanding Duo’s return before the week was out. ‘What are you saying?’ Wufei asked sitting comfortably on the couch as he sipped his tea. ‘You want us to damage him?’ ‘Just put him back like he was,’ Hiiro told him trying not to glare at the smiling face of the Serf. No matter what he said or did this Duo never seemed to change expressions. ‘I’m afraid that’s impossible,’ the Chinese boy told him. ‘To be honest, I’m really not sure exactly what happened myself,’ he admitted. ‘You seem very taken with him though,’ he added thoughtfully. ‘Are you in love with him?’ he asked softly sipping his tea again. ‘Yes,’ Hiiro replied without a second thought. ‘He’s not human you know?’ Wufei pointed out. ‘I don’t care,’ the Japanese boy sighed. ‘Why do you want him back the way he was so badly?’ ‘Look at him,’ Hiiro said sounding more than a little frustrated. ‘He wasn’t like this before,’ he told him. ‘He was happy and so full of life. Did you ever sit and talk with him? Gods, I miss his jokes,’ he sighed again leaning back and looking tired. ‘You know,’ he mused out loud. ‘I don’t think I ever saw him meet anyone that didn’t smile at him and not that smile,’ he said tossing a limp hand at the grinning Serf. ‘He had a real smile before,’ he said softly. ‘Here,’ he added pulling a stack of pictures from his pocket and tossing them onto the coffee table. Each one baring he startlingly beautiful visage of his wayward lover. Wufei raise a brow as he looked them over. ‘Gods, I’d give anything to see him smile like that again,’ Hiiro said to no body in particular. ‘You really do love him,’ Wufei replied gently laying the pictures back down. Hiiro was quiet for a long moment before he replied ‘Yes.’ ‘Would you excuse me a moment?’ he Chinese boy asked rising to leave the room. Hiiro just sat there wishing the Serf would doze off or something so he didn’t have to look at that plastic smile anymore. He was only alone for about five minutes before the door opened again, the sound of a voice that confused the hell out of him leading into the room before his jaw hit the floor. ‘…don’t see why I have to deal with him.’ ‘Duo?’ Hiiro breathed glancing from the Serf to the identical form of his lover that had just walked in and stalled in his steps when he saw Hiiro sitting there. ‘Damn it.’ Duo swore turning several shades of red as he turned around bouncing off of Wufei’s chest in his attempt to escape. ‘You owe him an explanation,’ Wufei said refusing to let him pass. ‘Duo?’ Hiiro called again a little louder this time. The boy before him was definitely his Duo, he could sense it the moment he saw him but what the hell was going on? There were two of him? Duo sighed heavily before turning back around, his expression one of deepest embarrassment and impatience as he began to speak very quickly. ‘I’m not a Serf,’ he told him. Well duh. ‘That is the prototype model you thought you bought,’ he told him pointing to the smiling doll sitting on the couch beside Hiiro. ‘I was cleaning the display when you came along so I just pretended to be the Serf.’ ‘Why?’ Hiiro breathed wondering when his heart might start beating again. ‘For kicks,’ Duo replied rolling his eyes. ‘I thought maybe it’d be fun and it was. Now if you’ll excuse me,’ but Wufei was still baring his way. He huffed and turned back to Hiiro who looked as if he might throw up at any moment. ‘What?’ Duo sighed impatiently. ‘You’ve got your sex doll, Serf... servant... whatever it was you went there to buy. No harm done.’ ‘He’s in love with you,’ Wufei said over his shoulder. ‘Don’t be stupid,’ Duo growled. ‘He didn’t even know I was human until just now,’ he reasoned. ‘Whatever he’s in love with it’s got nothing to do with me,’ he said stubbornly. The nauseated expression on Hiiro’s face curled and contorted until it became something more of a firm iron mask of purest intent. Duo gasped and tried to escape again as he stood and fell upon him like the coming of a season and suddenly he was in his arms being drenched in the same heat he’d felt himself drowning in deep in the Bazillion jungle as Hiiro kissed him hard. His knees gave out completely when Hiiro finally released him, the energy of him overloading his senses as he crashed to his knees gasping for breath. ‘Don’t ever doubt my love for you again,’ Hiiro told him leaving him still trembling on his knees on the floor as he pushed past the smirking Chinese boy and took his leave. It hurt. It hurt a lot but at least now he knew the truth. The thought of Duo having used him was painful but not as painful as looking at the Serf everyday and pining over some way to retrieve what he’d lost. He knew now that Duo didn’t love him. That wasn’t an eventuality he was very happy with but in the end he knew he was alright and that brought him enough peace to go about his daily business. Quatre had taken the whole thing very personally since the Serf had been his idea in the first place. His doting was so bad that Hiiro had started looking for a new apartment in the hope that he could at least fend him off for a short while. He was looking through the classifieds one evening trying not to think about the fact that it had only been four days since he’d seen Duo’s face, Gods, it felt like forever, when a soft knock sounded on the door. Sighing he put his paper away, if Quatre saw it he’d never get a moments peace. His heart skipped a beat when he saw that it was Duo at his door instead of his Arabian friend. ‘Hi’ the longhaired boy smiled sheepishly. Hiiro said nothing and refused to display the racing of his pulse. ‘Um... you forgot these,’ Duo told him holding out the pictures he’d left behind. Hiiro looked at them but didn’t take them. Duo paused for a moment then sighed heavily looking at the floor before he turned his violet eyes back up to meet Hiiro’s cobalt blue. ‘When I saw you,’ he began. The Japanese boy had wondered what his story was and so decided to allow him to tell it. ‘I just thought you were really hot.’ Ok… that was nice to hear but hardly a good excuse. ‘I really don’t know why I kept it up. I hadn’t intended to let it go past the interview but... I mean... your just so damn beautiful.’ Me? Hiiro thought glancing at the heavenly form before him. It was quiet a compliment coming from Duo. ‘I guess I got a little messed up when you smiled at me,’ Duo grinned blushing. Gods, he was so cute! ‘I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,’ he said. ‘I know its unforgivable but... once we were there and you were being so kind and sweet. I just wanted to have you once before I had to ruin it and then... well.. I wanted you again,’ he said blushing a more deeply. ‘When had you intended to tell me?’ Hiiro asked. He didn’t answer right away and the turmoil of emotions in his eyes was way too confusing to decipher. ‘Never?’ he replied sounding very frightened and a little bit hopeful all at the same time. Hiiro’s mind exploded. Never? He wasn’t going to tell him? Ever? What in the hell did that mean? That he wanted to stay? That he… loved him too? He understood everything all of a sudden and it made perfect sense to him forcing a smile onto his face as he slipped his fingers into the waist band of Duo’s pants and pulled him close. ‘Works for me,’ he said kissing him deeply as he drew him into his... no... their apartment because he had no intention of ever letting him leave again. It had been the strangest meeting and courtship he’d ever heard of but in the end it was all good because Duo was warm and alive and right here in his arms. owari :)
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