Colors are fragrant, but they fade away
In this world of ours none lasts forever
Today cross the high mountains of life’s illusions
And there will be no more shallow dreaming
No more drunkenness…
-
Japanese Proverb
Thirteen:
Heero’s footsteps were slow and deliberate as he made
his way back towards his home. Burying his hands into the pockets of his dark
slacks, he tried to make sense of all that had happened to him tonight. His
emotions had been on a roller coaster ride, taking him from the depths of
despair to a pleasure he had never thought possible and then back to the harsh
reality that seemed to always make its gruesome appearance at such times.
As he came to the familiar
threshold that separated the guesthouses from the main one, he stopped in his
tracks, his brow furrowed as he remembered the story of…
David.
Although Heero had told
himself that he hadn’t wanted to listen to the story, he had found himself
hanging on to every word that had spilled from the teacher’s lips. Just who was
this man? And just how much had he really meant to Duo? Heero had sensed that
the braided man hadn’t been telling him the whole tale and at the back of his
mind, the heir was sure that he had been pleased at the thought. He was still jealous.
Plain and simple. He did not care to know about Duo’s past love interests, but
yet he had been powerless to stop reality. Had he actually thought that Duo
would have been a virgin? The thought alone was ridiculous.
David had been a teacher at
St. Gabriel’s, that much was certain. He had been the first teacher to rush to
the scene after
He was thirteen for crying
out loud! How could an old geezer do things like that to a thirteen year old
without feeling ashamed of himself?
But David hadn’t been an old
geezer. Duo had said that the man had been only twenty at the time.
Jealousy reared its ugly head
again and Heero gave a light snort of irritation at his feelings. Duo had told
him that things were over now. However, when Heero had asked about David’s
whereabouts, he had been a bit surprised to find that the teacher had remained
tight-lipped about the subject. All he had gotten in response was a vague
statement about Duo moving out of that neighborhood and that had been the end
of that.
As long as they aren’t together now, that’s all that
matters to me.
So, why couldn’t he stop
thinking about Duo’s behavior? Why couldn’t he get rid of the cold look that
had flashed in the teacher’s eyes for a brief instant? What was Duo hiding from
him? What had really happened to David?
He stepped onto the lawn and
began to stride quickly, hoping to make it towards the back door before being
spotted by anyone. As he gave a casual glance towards the large patio on his
left, he gasped in surprise when he saw the tell tale figure of his cousin
leaning against the balustrade. Sucking in a harsh breath, he ran across the
lawn as fast as his feet could carry him.
Oh, please; I hope she
didn’t go into my room!
He opened the small door that
led to a flight of stairs and climbing them two by two, he was able to make it
to his bedroom floor unnoticed. He opened up the door that led to the hallway
and peeked out carefully. The coast was clear, thank goodness. Still not taking
any chances, he began to tiptoe his way to his room. He placed his hand on the
doorknob and turned it quickly….and then turned it again, his eyes widening in
horror as it refused to budge. He rattled it for a few more minutes, hoping it
wasn’t his imagination playing tricks on him again.
He hadn’t locked himself out
of his room, had he? And to make it worse, his set of keys had been left
behind, as he had seen no need for them. Who would have done such a thing?
Keiko? But why? He really could see no reason for the girl to do something like
this, not that she wasn’t capable of doing such things in the first place. He
still had memories of being locked in a storage room when he was six, thanks to
her telling him about a box full of candies that were just begging to be eaten.
How gullible and innocent had he been then?
Seeing that all his efforts
were going to waste, he stepped back and took a deep breath. He would have to
use another alternative - the window. But that would mean having to go outside
again and risk Keiko discovering him.
Suddenly, he wished he was
back in Duo’s arms, safe and sound. His head was beginning to ache from having
to think too much and the possibility of being caught and having to explain his
actions loomed heavily in the horizon.
What do I do now? What do I…?
“Master Heero?”
Feeling the blood drain from
his features, he spun around quickly, slightly panicked eyes staring at the
familiar figure of his maid.
“Yu…Yuzuki…?”
The woman gave a polite
curtsey before making her way towards the boy who seemed rooted to the spot.
With a certain grace in her movements that never ceased to amaze the Japanese
boy, she brought out the set of keys to most of the rooms in the house and quietly
opened up his bedroom door. Immediately, a frown came upon the boy’s features
as he eyed her warily.
“How did you know it was
locked?” he asked calmly, his tone hardly betraying the uneasiness he was
beginning to feel inside.
Yuzuki gave a small smile
that made her look so much prettier and younger than her age. One would have
considered it a shy one…almost. “Your cousin was about to come in here, Master
Heero. I had no other choice but to lock it, considering your…whereabouts.”
Heero’s hands clenched into
tight fists by his side although he kept a polite smile of gratitude on his
face. “Oh?”
“Please do not misunderstand
me, Master Heero,” she tried to explain. She could tell that the young heir was
getting quite irritated. It didn’t surprise her in the least. This wasn’t the
first time her actions had gotten him worked up. “I was only doing this for
your best interest…”
“Then perhaps you should stop
to think of whether or not I would appreciate these best wishes of yours,
Yuzuki,” Heero cut in sharply. “You are beginning to get too nosey.”
The woman sucked in a harsh
breath, a flash of pain crossing her attractive features for a moment before it
was quickly replaced with its usual mask of indifference. She lowered her
lashes and gave another curtsey before replying quietly. “I apologize for my
behavior, Master Heero. Please find it in your heart to forgive me.”
Heero stared at the white
lacey bonnet; a part of the maid’s uniform – which, in all honesty, looked
ridiculous to him – and the mass of wavy dark brown hair before shaking his
head slowly. He suddenly felt tired and defeated and wanted nothing more than
to lie down in his bed and forget about everyone besides the man he loved.
“Daijoubu, onee-chan,*”
he muttered in Japanese as he pushed open the door to make his way in. He only
reverted to speaking his native tongue when he wished to apologize for any
inappropriate behavior towards the older woman. It was something that had been
established between them over the years, and seeing the small but familiar
smile of gratitude on Yuzuki’s face made Heero feel a bit better inside.
“Thank you, Master,” came the
soft reply. “You have a goodnight and many pleasant dreams…unless you wish me
to bring anything for you.”
The boy was already shaking
his head in refusal before she was done speaking. “It’s okay, honest. I just
need to take a long bath and then go to bed. Please say my goodnights to my
parents for me.”
“I will gladly do that,” she
replied with another small smile and a quick curtsey. As she was about to make
her way down the hallway, she stopped and spun around to face the disappearing
figure of the young heir. “Master.”
Heero stuck his head out
again with an impatient look only to have it wiped off as he noticed the
uncharacteristic look of pure concern on the maid’s face. Of course, he had
seen Yuzuki worried over his welfare before, but this time around, there was
something quite intense about the look in her eyes. She looked almost…desperate.
“What is it, Yuzuki?” he
asked in growing bewilderment. “Is…is there something wrong?”
The woman shook her head
quickly. And licking her lips in a nervous gesture, she asked in a steady tone.
“Are you happy, Master Heero? Are you…finally happy?”
Well, this was certainly new.
Yuzuki was acting in a way that was beginning to alarm the teenager. “What do
you mean by that, Yuzuki? I am happy, you know that.”
She shook her head in
refusal. “Before he came here, you were never happy, Master Heero.
But…but he makes you happy, doesn’t he? You like him, don’t you, Master
Heero?”
The boy’s eyes widened in
growing understanding and before he could stop himself, he blurt out in denial.
“I do not know what you are talking about, Yuzuki…”
The maid wasn’t buying it. A
strange smile had come to her lips as she gave another soft nod. “He makes you
happy. I can see it in your eyes, Master Heero.” She placed a hand upon her
chest and closed her eyes. “I only want to see you happy again, Master. That is
all I could ever wish for.”
Heero gaped at the woman in
surprise. He felt something hard tug in his chest and the ridiculous urge to
burst into tears again overwhelmed him. Yuzuki was on his side. She had always
been on his side. So why would it be any different now?
“Yuzuki…” he whispered
softly, as he watched the beautiful green eyes pin their gaze on him. That dull
ache that had filled his chest became much stronger, and unable to stop
himself, he did something he had not done to her in over ten years.
He pulled her into his arms
and hugged her.
He was walking down the halls
of St. Gabriel’s again, but there was a big difference this time. This time
around, he belonged. Oh, yes indeed. He was no longer an outcast. No one gave
him funny looks and he was wearing his brand new uniform too.
And now, if he could only
find the way to that classroom.
He kept on opening doors, but
none led him to the right one. Where is he? Where is the one who
makes me…happy?
He finally spied the door. It
was a rather large one. So large that as he walked closer, it seemed to grow
even longer and bigger. He could hardly get his hand around the doorknob now.
I just have to…to twist it and then…and then I will
see him again…
And with determination etched
on his features, he pushed open the door with all his strength. His eyes
widened at the sight before him, but the shrill ring of the school bell forced
him out of the room. No, the shrill ring threw him out of the room.
It was growing louder and louder…and
just when he thought he would go mad from the sound of it, he reached out and
grabbed hold of the offending object.
“What is it?” came the hoarse
croak of a greeting.
“Nice way to greet me, Duo!”
The irritated voice on the other end of the phone barked. “And by the way, good
freaking morning!”
The teacher blinked wearily
and sat up with a low groan. The rumpled sheets, evidence of what had taken
place last night lay spread around his naked form in a sea of black. He groaned
again as the memories came flooding back.
Hands…lips…tongue…sweat…sex…Heero…
And suddenly feeling a
headache coming on, he stumbled out of the bed – almost falling to the floor in
his haste - and began to make his way to the bathroom, still hanging on to the
cordless phone.
“Is it morning already?” he
finally muttered thickly. God, he felt like shit right now. He needed a drink.
Wufei slowly counted to ten
before speaking as calmly as he could manage. “Did you sleep with him?”
Duo stared at his haggard-looking
reflection in the small bathroom mirror, before replying coolly. “Sleep with
who?”
He reached for his
toothbrush.
“You know damn well who I’m
talking about, Duo,” Wufei retorted. “What did I tell you…?”
The toothbrush, now filled
with peppermint-flavored paste, was shoved into his mouth as he replied.
“Wuuuff uuure uuu taalfin abouooff?”
He spat it out and rinsed,
idly wondering if he should have his bangs cut. They were getting a bit too
long.
Wufei, on the other hand, was
seriously getting pissed.
“Duo. Don’t you even realize
what you have done? The poor kid was already half-way in love with you and now
you sleep with him, what do you think will happen now?”
The teacher turned the shower
on, hands reaching beneath the warm spray to test its warmth. “He’ll live,” he
replied a bit coldly. “Probably get over it. Find some other cute guy to fuck
or better yet, get married to wonderful, sweet Relena Peacecraft and we will
all live together like one big fucking family. Isn’t that right, Wufei?”
A long silence was heard over
the other end. Neither man said a word. Each knew what the other was thinking.
And then, “You are having
those dreams again, aren’t you, Duo?”
The braided man swallowed
tightly and stared at the plain white tiles on the walls. And in a voice that
sounded too alien to him, he whispered thickly. “Yes.” There was no use lying
about it. The Chinese man could read him like a book now. A very open book.
He could almost hear Wufei
nod at the other end. “Are they bad?”
Duo shook his head and sat
down heavily on the toilet seat. He buried his face in a hand and made a low
sound that was almost a whimper. “No…no…they aren’t that bad. I just had the
one with the door last night.”
“Ah…the door.”
“What?” Duo asked sharply,
not really liking the know-it-all tone that Wufei had the tendency of using.
“Say it now, man.”
Wufei eyed the plain and
rather boring view of the city in the growing daylight. It was a far cry from
the nightlife. He eyed his suitcases all packed and ready for departure.
He wanted to go home.
“Having the doors is okay,”
he finally said with a small yawn. “As long as he doesn’t know anything about
your past. That’s all good, right?”
He raised a brow at the silence
that greeted his comment and in mere seconds, he felt a cold chill race down
his spine. “Duo? You…didn’t tell him about….that, did you?”
“I…I don’t think I did.”
“You don’t think you
did?! What the hell kind of an answer is that?!”
Duo rubbed a hand across his
forehead as he got to his feet and began to pace the small space. “I don’t
know. I don’t know, Wufei,” came the rather agitated reply. “I think I did…and
then again, I don’t think I did. What the hell am I saying?”
The other man was pacing his
bedroom as well, anxiety clearly on his features. “Well, can you remember the
way he looked when he left your house? Wait…he did leave your house, didn’t
he?”
Duo gave a small nod. The
water was beginning to get lukewarm. “Yeah, he wasn’t in my bed this morning.
So, I guess he did go home.”
“Good. Now, try to remember
what you said to him last night.”
The braided man gave a small
whimper of helplessness as he leaned against a wall and sank to the floor
slowly. “I can’t…”
“Just try, Duo! This is more
important than you could ever know, damn it!”
The teacher squeezed his eyes
shut, shaking his head slowly. “I don’t…I don’t want to remember anymore.
Please don’t make me remember anymore, Wufei. I couldn’t take it…please…” he
finished weakly.
With a heavy sigh, the other
man nodded softly. “I should be back in town tonight, Duo. If you want to
talk…you know where to find me, okay? And Duo…”
“Yes, Wufei...” he croaked
out weakly. Maybe he would just skip teaching today. He didn’t think he could
function like this.
The dark-haired man at the
other end, smiled warmly. “Just don’t forget that you have us now – the
present; your present, and the future to look forward to. We don’t need
to go back to the past…”
“But to fight our demons…”
Duo tried to say, as he was again silenced by the Chinese man’s words.
“Our demons will never really
go away, Duo. But, it’s what you wish to make of it that really counts. Why
dwell in the darkness when there is a light ahead of you?”
“Wufei…”
“Take care of yourself, man.
You know I love you…”
Duo smiled in response and
finished up quietly, “…like my own flesh and blood. You take care too, Wufei.”
He listened to his friend
hang up. The dull monotone of the dial tone filled his ear, but he couldn’t let
go of the phone. It was as if he wished he could hold on just a minute longer
to the voice of reason and safety that had helped him throughout the latter
years of his existence.
You are more than a friend to me, Wufei. You are the reason
I live today.
But somewhere at the back of
his mind, a little voice cried out in denial. He would have to live for someone
else now. Someone else who needed him now more than ever.
His student. His lover. Heero
Yuy.
Dressed in a pretty light
yellow chiffon blouse and a pair of dark blue jeans that molded to her hips
like a second skin, Keiko walked into the breakfast room with a warm smile on
her features.
“Good morning, Aunt Hikari,”
she greeted jovially, as she leaned forward to place a soft kiss on the older
woman’s face. “What’s for breakfast?”
As she made herself
comfortable at the table, Hikari couldn’t help smiling warmly at the picture of
beauty and yet elegance her niece portrayed. She really didn’t see why Odin
didn’t approve of her. Keiko was a wonderful young woman. Dressed in a casual
dark blue business suit, Hikari reached for her cup of tea and took a small sip
before replying.
“Whatever you desire shall be
brought to you, dear. Did you have a good night’s sleep?”
Keiko buttered a slice of
toast, her peripheral vision catching a glimpse of Yuzuki’s familiar black
uniform. Remembering the conversation they had had last night sent her
shivering slightly and forcing a bright smile on her visage, the girl answered
quickly.
“I slept quite well last
night; It was so peaceful, I was out like a light once my head hit the pillow.”
“More sugar, Miss. Asawa?”
came the soft voice that had the dark-haired girl jumping in surprise. In her
haste, she knocked over Hikari’s cup of tea, which in turn sent the dark liquid
spreading rapidly across the pristine white tablecloth. Suddenly needing to
lash out in frustration, Keiko rose to her feet and barked out coldly. “Now,
look at what you have done! You can’t just walk up to people like that…!”
“What’s going on here?” Odin
Yuy asked, his tone a mixture of both irritation and bemusement as he walked
into the room. He eyed Yuzuki quietly cleaning up the mess as Hikari and Keiko
stood side-by-side watching her. “I asked…”
“If you must know,” Hikari
interrupted curtly, “Yuzuki startled Keiko. That’s what caused the accident.”
The billionaire gave an
exasperated sigh and sat down on his seat. He picked up the Business Times and
opened it up quickly. Soon enough, his muffled voice was heard from behind the
large pages of the newspaper. “If she hadn’t been so clumsy none of this would
have happened.”
“Uncle Odin!”
Hikari held onto the shocked
girl, she herself bristling in growing fury. “Odin Yuy! You apologize this
instant!”
“And why should I?” came the
calm reply as he gave a small smile to Yuzuki who was now pouring a cup of
coffee for him. “She is clumsy. Just like her father. Do you know he broke my
thousand-dollar crystal vase? The one that I revere…”
“And worship?” came the
bitter response from his wife. “Damn you, Odin. You cannot treat my niece like
this!”
“I will treat her any damn
way I want to, Hikari. In case you have forgotten, this is my house.”
The master of said house
lowered his paper to pin cold gray depths on the two women. “Now, if you are
both done being so overly dramatic…I would like to know where my son is.”
Hikari sat back in her seat
across from him at the table and crossed her legs. Resuming her dignified
expression, she closed her eyes and replied just as coldly. “Where do you think
he is?”
“You came down here before
me, Hikari, the least you could have done was to…”
“I came down here to eat
breakfast, Odin. You know as well as I do that Heero does not like to eat
breakfast!”
“Then why don’t you try to
encourage him to do so!” The paper went back up; the barrier that shielded him
from those cold blue eyes before him. “And thank goodness those two left this
morning. I don’t think I could stand being around them a moment longer.”
Hikari gave a small squeak –
now too angry to form coherent words. With a very loud huff, she got to her
feet and stomped out of the room, leaving only Keiko, Yuzuki and Odin, who was
still hidden behind the paper, to their own devices.
A tense silence fell in the
large room as Keiko bit her lower lip, trying very hard to stop the small smile
that had threatened to come to her visage. She received a cold glare from
Yuzuki and returned it with a sheepish grin. Completely ignoring the fact that
her uncle hated her guts, Keiko sat back down to finish her breakfast of toast
and jelly. The only sounds that emanated from the room now, were those of
Keiko’s chewing, Odin’s page turning and Yuzuki cleaning up after Hikari.
Odin’s hand snaked out from
behind the pages of the paper to pick up his cup of coffee.
“You really shouldn’t be
eating like that, Uncle Odin,” Keiko said sweetly, as she licked off some jelly
from her fingers. “It’s rather rude you know.”
Odin choked on his beverage
and burned his tongue on the hot liquid before placing the cup down to eye the
smiling girl with a frown.
“What’s this? You want to
have a conversation with me?” he asked dryly. “I am not sure I know what to
talk about with a way…teenager like you.”
Keiko clicked the roof of her
mouth in a ‘tching’ sound of disapproval, even though that rather sickening
sweet smile of hers hadn’t left her face. “Could you have Yuzuki leave the room
please, Uncle Odin? I would really like to have a personal conversation with
you.”
For a moment, Odin looked as
if he wasn’t going to comply, but squaring his jaw in irritation, he gave a
small nod to Yuzuki to leave. The maid’s fingers tightened around the piece of
cloth she had been using to wipe the table as she gave a polite curtsey to her
employer. And making sure that Keiko received another cold look of annoyance,
she made her way out of the room, quietly closing the door behind her.
“Whew, thank goodness she’s
gone. She really should be let go, don’t you think , Uncle Odin?”
The man said nothing. His
only sign of having heard her comment, was his frown becoming deeper.
Keiko shrugged good-naturedly
and began to pick at her bowl of fruit with a small fork. “May I ask you a
question, Uncle Odin?”
The billionaire gave a small
snort but refused to say anything.
“I know you don’t really like
me and neither do you like my parents,” she began slowly as she darted out a
tongue to lick the strawberry she had picked up. She sucked on it slowly, her
eyes closing as she gave a low moan of enjoyment. Her sharp gaze had caught
sight of the man shifting a little in his seat and she fought the urge to
squeal in triumph.
Hmph! Men…all pigs.
Taking a bite out of the
fruit, the smile disappeared as she said calmly, “However, Heero is my cousin
which technically means that we are flesh and blood, ne?”
“I hardly think…” Odin began.
“No, you hardly think,”
Keiko finished coldly. “As long as we are cousins, I am going to be looking out
for Heero’s welfare and see to it that nothing stands in the way of him
achieving total and complete comfort out of life.”
Odin raised a brow in
skepticism. “Oh? Well, that’s very nice and kind of you, Keiko. But you see,
that’s why we have servants and of course, my wife and I…”
“Aren’t you two close to
getting a divorce?”
Odin’s fingers tightened
around the paper, almost ripping holes through it as his indifferent frown
turned into one of growing fury. Who did this girl think she was?
Keiko blinked with an
innocent looking expression on her features. “I only ask because of the way you
two were arguing this morning. From the look of things, I don’t think Aunt
Hikari will be hanging around you much longer. And besides…”
“Besides what?” Odin hissed
angrily. There was something wrong with this picture and he didn’t like it one
bit. This girl…this girl wanted something and he didn’t know what it was yet.
But yes, oh yes, he was bound to find out soon enough.
Keiko’s smile became even
sweeter as she rose to her feet. She stretched languidly, giving Odin a good
view of her very well endowed chest and flat torso that was now bare thanks to
her innocuous action. She grinned and placed her hands down, only to skip
towards the billionaire’s chair. And before Odin could utter a word of protest,
she planted herself firmly on his lap, her arms wrapping themselves tightly
around his neck as she rested her forehead against his to stare deeply into his
bewildered depths.
Stupid man. You get a boner from anything in a skirt.
“And besides…” she continued
in a husky whisper. “I think I have something that might make you want to
reconsider your actions around here, Odin.”
“You little bitch.”
Keiko giggled and nuzzled him
gently as her lips trailed soft kisses along his cheek. Once they got to his
ear, they nipped it gently, her moment of triumph intensified as she noticed
the way he shivered from her touches.
“I know that you have been a
very, very bad man, Uncle Odin. So bad in fact that if such a thing leaked out
or got to the press…goodness knows what it would do to your image.”
Odin felt the blood drain
from his features as he listened to the soft words. This wasn’t happening. This
little witch couldn’t possibly know about…
“She is a friend of mine,
Odin,” Keiko finished up for him as if she had read his thoughts. “She had
cameras planted all over the room and you wouldn’t believe my shock when she
came bragging about it to me.” She pulled back, placing a mock stern look on
her face. “Do you have any idea of how humiliated I was when I saw my own uncle
fucking my best friend doggy style?”
Odin’s jaw worked silently as
he gripped the edge of the table tightly. But it looked like the devil in
yellow chiffon wasn’t finished yet.
“She made two video copies
and had some of the pictures developed…privately of course. After all, you have
a reputation to protect, right?” She began to draw slow, lazy circles across
his chest, not failing to notice that the man was still hopelessly aroused.
Shaking her head slowly, she gave a low moan of long suffering. “Just think.
What would happen if the pictures got out? What do you think Hikari would say?
What do you think…Heero would say?
Hmm?”
“What do you want?” Odin
hissed coldly. “What do you want from me?”
Keiko gave a small gasp and
tried to look offended. “Uncle Odin! What do you take me for? I am not some
loose girl who is here to make trouble. I just want to see my cousin happy,
that’s all.”
The billionaire had heard
enough. With a low growl, he tossed the paper aside and placed his hands upon
the girl’s waist to lift her off his lap. Setting her firmly on the floor, he
got to his feet and asked again in a clipped and icy tone.
“I.Asked.You.What.You.Wanted.Keiko!”
The girl pouted and turned
her face away. She made her way to the window where she could make out her aunt
talking to a group of gardeners. There was going to be a party this weekend it
seemed. Oh, joy.
“Keiko…”
Odin’s voice broke through
her reverie and with a light shrug, she spun around to smile brightly at the
flustered man before her.
“Oh, it’s nothing too much,
Uncle Odin. I just want you to get rid of someone for me.”
The man blinked in confusion.
Was Keiko saying what he thought she was saying? Did she actually think he was
going to kill off someone for her? If that was the case, then the girl was more
demented than he had thought.
“You are crazy…” he began,
only to feel a strange chill run down his spine at the angry look that had now
come upon the beautiful face before him.
“I am crazy, am I? Let’s see
who goes crazy when I splash your little orgies all around town! Then we’ll see
who is crazy!”
“Then what the fuck do you
want from me, Keiko?” He was really beginning to lose his patience now and as
he watched that small smile return to the girl’s face, he felt the cold claws
of fear and worry dig themselves even deeper within his heart.
“What do I want from you,
Uncle Odin?” She asked softly as she walked up to him with a swagger that was
nothing short of confident. Once inches away from his face, she leaned closer
to whisper softly into his ear.
“I want Yuzuki fired.”
Duo stood in front of the
door to the study with his eyes closed and his heart racing a mile a minute in
worry. He had barely been able to maintain his usual smile or light banter with
the maids and servants he had met this morning. Something was happening this
weekend, because the house looked like it was getting a major renovation. Not
that anything of that nature mattered to him at this point. He was too far-gone
with his own personal issues to worry about some party.
And besides, hadn’t Wufei
said something about having a bachelor party sometime this weekend when he was
back home?
But what about Heero?
How could he look at the boy
without thinking of all that had happened last night? How could he listen to
anything the teen was bound to say without watching those lips move, hoping for
just one more taste. How could he watch those hands make their little gestures
here and there or write without imagining them on his body bringing him to a
feverish state again? How was he to look
at that body and not imagine it being naked beneath or above him again,
writhing in sheer pleasure, drenched with sweat. And those full lips begging
him to fuck him over and over and over…
“Mr. Maxwell?”
“Argh!!” He spun around so
fast that he almost fell to the floor, but quick reflexes had him grabbing onto
the door to steady himself. He knew he was blushing heavily, but he tried to
keep his cool as he placed a quick smile on his features. “Yu…Yuzuki. You
startled me.”
The maid seemed to be doing
that a lot lately, but giving the teacher a polite smile in return, she held up
a tray filled with sugar cookies and some iced tea. “I thought I would bring
you some refreshments a bit earlier today, Mr. Maxwell. These are Master
Heero’s favorites.”
“Oh, really?” Duo eyed the
desserts, suddenly aware that he had skipped breakfast this morning. “Don’t
worry, I can take it in myself. I am sure you have other things to take care of
now, don’t you?”
The maid gave a more genuine
smile as she handed the small tray to him. “Thank you, Mr. Maxwell. Have a
wonderful class today.” And giving him her normal curtsey, she made her way
towards the kitchen.
Great. Now, how do I open up the door?
He placed the tray on the
ground gently so as to open the door, when a pair of feet encased in white
casual sneakers filled his vision.
That scent.
Light….magnolias? Yes,
magnolias. The poisonous flower.
The feet rocked back and forth
as Duo’s gaze drifted higher to take in the dark blue jeans, to the barely
covered flat torso, to the swell of full breasts that begged to be released
from their restrictive clothing. He felt his heart beat begin to quicken again.
This time it wasn’t with just worry of the unknown, but it now raced with a
feeling he had not experienced in a long time. That feeling of fear and
knowledge. The distinctive feeling that he was able to control the situation
now.
His hands fisted tightly as
his gaze fell on smiling lips; lips that had once condemned him to hell and
back.
The demons from the past
always come back to haunt us, Wufei my friend, he thought wildly, as his widened amethyst depths clashed with the
dark ones of one Keiko Asawa.
To his amazement, he felt a
small smile come to his lips. Oh, yes…somehow he knew he was in control of this
situation and there was no turning back now.
Face them or die. Face those demons…
“Hello, Keiko,” he greeted,
his smile growing wider. He saw her own grin falter a little and feeling
something surge through him – something that urged him to continue, he held out
his hand.
“What a pleasant surprise…”
* It’s okay, big sister…