Part Eleven:
Sins of The Young:
Thursday
There must be an unwritten
law which proclaims Thursday as a day of absolute and complete Lull. It doesn’t have the excitement of
a Friday when you know that you’ve got the rest of the day and the weekend off,
neither does it have the fervor of a Wednesday when you know you’ve got to pay
attention in class as tests or quizzes are most likely to pop up at any given
time. Students seem to walk around with dazed expressions on their faces on
Thursdays and I’ve already had to wake up a group of them dozing off in either
hallways or outside on the lawns. I can’t say I blame them though. Between the
gloomy task of getting ready for school and dealing with homework afterwards,
it’s bound to take its toll on you at some point.
For what it’s worth, I had
the best sleep ever last night, for obvious reasons. Looking back on the events
of yesterday, it almost seems surreal – as if it had happened to someone else
and not me. When I got the phone call from Duo, I wasn’t really sure of what to believe. I could still remember
his furious features and his scathing words, vowing to deal with Kamui his own
way. And then to hear him call to tell
me that the boy was in trouble…what was I to think?
I still wasn’t sure of what I
was expecting to see, but it definitely hadn’t been the sight of the battered
and bruised young man on the bed. I was skeptical at first, still having the
mind that the boy had inflicted the pain on himself or had hired his ‘attackers’
to do that to him. If Kamui had really gone that far, then his illness went far
deeper than either Duo or I could ever fathom. His story is no doubt sad in a
way and one does have to feel sorry for a boy like that – having to grow up in
a home where his parents are hardly around. I do know that I’m lucky in that
sense. I have a mother and father who care (well maybe too much) about my
welfare. My mother does her best to call me up every other day even though I
keep telling her that I’m fine and well. I guess in a way she’s like Duo’s mom
- overprotective to a fault.
I don’t even want to imagine
what kind of a conversation both mothers would have over us.
Duo came in late this
morning, at least after the obligatory morning assembly. He proudly showed me his
late slip and tucked the paper away into his pocket saying he was aiming for at
least twenty by the end of the semester. I reminded him that by ten, he’d be
suspended from school, but he shrugged it off and as usual reached for his
cigarette to have a quick smoke.
Sitting on the rooftop with
him is something I can get used to. We don’t have to talk most of the time and
after last night’s events, we simply sat together and watched the sun in the
horizon, each of us lost in thought over what to do now. I am glad the whole
ordeal was over…at least for now. I do not have to worry about threats or
Kamui’s overzealous advances. However, something still bothers me about his
injuries – to be more precise, the scratch marks on his back. Remember when he
took off his shirt in my apartment and showed them to me? How had he gotten
them? Since I obviously had nothing to do with it, could he have inflicted them
upon himself?
“Highly likely,” Duo had
replied with a light frown. “I’ve known some crazies who do that. Like in this
movie…”
“In real life, Duo,” I
reminded him quietly. “Although I do think it’s possible...”
“Art imitates life, my
friend,” he said with a soft chuckle but there was a serious look in his eyes
that wasn’t lost on me. I can almost imagine Kamui hurting himself deliberately
in his desperation but I keep quiet about it and resolve to ask him about it
when we visit him later on today.
“Ready for your big debut
tomorrow?” I ask with a snicker.
He laughs softly, a low sound
that sends my stomach churning rather pleasantly, and crushes out his cigarette
on the narrow ledge.
“Just about. I think I’ve got
my walk down pat and I shouldn’t do too badly with the other stuff.” He waves
his hand and I raise a brow.
“Other stuff?”
“Hey, don’t look at me,” he
says quickly, holding up his hands and I can see he’s trying to hide a blush.
“I’m just doing what Relena says.”
“Come on,” I cajole him with
a smile. “Tell me about it. What’s this big surprise, huh?”
“You’ll just have to wait
until tomorrow, mister.” He stands up and stretches, giving me the teasing view
of a slender waist and flat stomach as his shirt lifts a little. I swallow
tightly and close my legs together, remembering with a painful pang that Duo
and I haven’t really gone all the way since his return. It always seems like
one thing or another has come up each and every time we think we’d have a
chance to do so.
“Three months, two weeks, one
day and…hmmm….three hours,” he suddenly says causing me to lift my head quickly
in confusion. He’s smirking. “I would add the minutes and seconds but I don’t
want to make it sound like I’m really that desperate to jump your bones.”
I flush at the meaning behind
his words and shake my head softly, trying to force a stern expression on my
visage. “Yeah, well just to let you know I’ve been thinking about it as well…”
“Then can I come over to your
place tonight?”
My heart slams pretty damn
hard against my chest and it takes me a full second or more to remember how to
breathe. I stare into those wide violet eyes and feel like a virgin all over
again. There’s shyness in there as well as if worried that I’d reject him for
some reason. But I can’t…I mean…why should I? But then again, I’m such an
idiot.
“It’s a school night,” I say
instead and promptly kick myself inwardly. Fucking fantastic. You definitely
have a way with words, Yuy. Keep this up and you’ll be getting awards for your
awe-inspiring blunders.
“I know it’s a school night,”
Duo replies laughing softly. He falls to his haunches beside me and begins to
play with my tie with those slender fingers of his. The bandages are still
there, but he says he’ll get them off tomorrow. God, I can’t wait to have those
hands touch me all over again. I must have said something because he pulls me
closer with a gentle tug forcing me to drown within those amazing eyes. Those
simply gorgeous eyes.
“But when has that ever
stopped us?” he finishes in a smoky whisper that has me moaning softly in
response.
“Pervert,” I mumble, parting
my lips to allow his tongue to tease it gently.
“But you like it like that,
don’t you?”
“Mmm…”
His kisses have always had
the power to leave me breathless and yet horny as hell afterwards. Today’s no
different and knowing that we were denied from going all the way yesterday only
makes it even hotter and more intense than ever before. I think I taste blood,
but his tongue is doing a good job of sticking itself down my throat now. Dear
god, I think I’m going to come.
“Duo,” I pant helplessly as
he finally releases me to get some air. We’re clutching on tightly to each
other’s blazers and I’m barely able to see his flushed features due to my
glazed vision. He whispers something into my ear which sends shivers of
pleasure down my spine, but I can’t understand a word of it as I begin to graze
my teeth along the sensitive region just below his ear. I listen to his harsh
intake of breath, feeling his heart pounding faster against mine as he slowly straddles
my lap.
He moans my name – an honest
to goodness sound of need that has my already throbbing cock begging for
release. I find his lips again and sink my fingers into his hair, devouring him
and grinding my hips against his in a motion that sends us trembling for
completion.
Hell, tonight can wait. I
want him now!
“Eeek!” A girlish squeak of
surprise. “Sorry, sorry! We didn’t know that there were people here! Sorry,
sorry!”
Yes, the bad thing about
being in school is that making out in public is not as romantic as the books or
movies make it sound. Of course our choices of make out locations aren’t always
the best, but raging pheromones and libidos can do a lot to a teenager’s
psyche. It’s a good thing we hadn’t begun to strip out of our clothes yet, or
we’d have definitely given the students of Mrs. Hopkins Art Class more than an
eyeful.
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Student Council Room
Lunchtime:
“Argh, I’m running around
like an insane woman, I tell you,” Relena announces while attacking her salad
with a vengeance. “I’ve still got costumes to prepare and the auditorium to get
fixed…”
“But you don’t start that
till tomorrow, right?” Wufei asks, pushing around the lettuce in his plate.
He’s still dressed in his kendo outfit – a dark blue hakama and white kimono.
Dorothy’s dressed the same way (since she’s the President of the club after all
and takes great pride in showing you a new move or two whether you wish to
learn or not) and both make a rather nice pair. Although, I’m sure if I mention
that to Wufei, he’ll probably kill me and hang my carcass in the school’s dojo
to dry. They do work well together, I just don’t know why he never likes to be
associated with her.
“Yes, we do,” Relena says
with a nod, while chewing on a forkful of some greens. “However, I’ve got to
get things set up now, if you catch my drift.”
We definitely catch her drift
all right. The school walls are plastered with announcements for the show
tomorrow and there’s a growing feeling of excitement all over the school now. It
seems like everyone’s going to be at
the event tomorrow and I can’t help but feel a bit nervous about Duo’s performance…whatever
he’s doing that is.
Regarding Kamui, Duo and I
had made sure we let the gang know the situation even though Relena had come
charging down the hallway this morning with the grand idea of putting hidden
microphones on my body so I could tape whatever Kamui said to me. It would make
great incriminating evidence she had said and now if the slimy bastard had
anything to say, all I had to do was whip out the tape and voila! Kamui was toast. Duo had liked the idea…for a completely
different reason. He suggested we use the wires to record whatever the teachers
said during the exams period, so we could know the questions before anyone
else. He suffered a cuff to the head by Righteous Hilde, who by the way, is
still trying her best to get Duo to kick the habit. Their arguments are always
fun to see. However, everyone agreed that it was a terrible thing to happen to
the teen but Wufei had still voiced his skepticism. He warned us not to rest
easy just yet. Anything could happen.
Suddenly, the door to the
office opens and Trowa walks in with Quatre in tow. The blond places his violin
case beside the door and smiles warmly at us.
“How did the try outs go?”
Dorothy asks the question that’s burning on the tips of our tongues.
Both boys exchange a knowing
look and then Quatre, unable to hold it in any longer, announces proudly. “You
are looking at two of the performers who will be joining the city’s prestigious
Philharmonic Orchestra in their upcoming Christmas production!”
“No way! That’s awesome!” We
all scream with happiness and excitement because we know just how much both
have practiced for this opportunity. Only a select few from different schools
were chosen and even though they had gone for the tryouts last year, they
hadn’t been chosen. How appropriate that they are finally getting the chance to
do so in their final year. I couldn’t be any prouder of my friends.
“I say we go celebrate the
news at a bar!” Relena suggests. “Only we do it tomorrow after the show. Anyone
know any good bars?”
“We’re underage, remember?”
Trowa says quietly as he slumps into a couch in exhaustion. “We don’t have any
fake IDs either.”
“Maybe Duo will know,” Wufei
suggests. “Where’s he by the way?”
“Basketball,” I reply simply
and down the rest of my bottled water. I eye the clock realizing that I have a
meeting with the council members in just five minutes.
“…think he’ll be able to get
us fake IDs?” Quatre’s asking while trying to steal some meat from Wufei’s
plate.
I blink. What the hell are
they talking about? “Hey, no one’s getting any fake IDs,” I say firmly and have
to suffer their piercing looks of wariness. “What? We’re underage, guys…”
“We aren’t going to go out drinking
like YOU,” Relena says and I flush as they snicker at the deliberate jab at my
inability to hold my liquor. “We’re just going out to have a little fun that’s
all.”
“Yeah, it’s been a long time
since I went out to a club,” Dorothy says wistfully. “Hilde and I had a blast
with all the other girls there. I do believe several of them wanted to make out
with us right there and then.”
We all stare at her in
dumbfounded silence but I’m quick to notice that Relena looks a bit embarrassed
and isn’t really making eye contact with Dorothy. Interesting.
“I knew it,” Wufei finally
says with a firm nod. “You’re a dyke. Should have smelled that a mile away.”
“Not that there’s anything
wrong with that,” Quatre adds quickly. “I mean look at Heero.”
“What’s that supposed to
mean?” I ask quickly before adding defensively. “I’m not gay.”
Relena snorts out her drink
and I shake my head as they all begin to laugh as if I’ve said the most
ridiculous thing in the world. Really, I’m not! I’m just attracted to Duo,
that’s all…okay there was that brief moment with Kamui…and with Trowa…and with
Quatre…hell even Wufei had looked fuck-worthy at some point. But what the hell,
it’s no use talking to them. They continue to laugh as I make my way out of the
office, but not before I turn around to bellow at them in irritation.
“And you have five minutes to
get your asses out of here or I’m writing you all up for detention!”
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St Margaret’s Hospital
Kamui had looked genuinely
surprised and happy when we walked in earlier. I’m sure he had assumed we were
just egging him on last night when we promised we’d visit. However, that look
of pure, unadulterated happiness on his features was not something that could
be faked. He looks a bit better with the sleep he had gotten last night but the
bandages and casts are a painful reminder of what he went through. It wasn’t some
strange and surreal dream after all.
We asked the general
questions and he told us that the nurses have been pretty nice to him. They
still gave him a lot of medicine to stop the pain and he keeps hearing talks
about seeking counseling when he feels much better. It is something Duo and I
definitely encouraged. I wasn’t sure of when to bring up the topic about the
scratches on his back though, so I thought I’d wait a while longer before doing
so.
Duo had asked about his
parents and a shadow had crossed Kamui’s face for a moment. According to him,
his father had called last night to find out what had happened, but he couldn’t
travel back to the country due to the importance of the conference he was
involved with. He hadn’t heard from his mother yet and it was only his home nurse/maid/nanny,
a kind middle aged woman we had met in the waiting room, had been at his side
all night long.
Duo had bought a small box of
chocolates on the way here, an act that had me smiling even though he had
glared and said he was only doing it because hospital food sucked. However,
watching Kamui eat the inexpensive snack made up for it in more ways than one.
It’s a bit hard to believe that this was the same boy who almost made my life a
living hell. I am now sure that he has no friends either because I haven’t seen
anyone from the school show up to visit him yet – not that they’d know what had
happened to Kamui to begin with. I wondered if his classmates would ask about
him but not one – not even the ones who had escorted him that day – had come to
me or asked a teacher about him. I know because I spoke with his homeroom
teacher today and he had been surprised as well. He gave me the notes and
lessons for the day and Duo and I did our best to explain them to Kamui. Any
thought of asking about the scratch marks was put on the back burner for a
while.
Slowly, I lift up my gaze
from my homework, watching Duo gnawing his pen as he too works on his. I smile
softly to myself, noticing that he’s sitting beside Kamui and using the nightstand
beside him as a desk. The blond’s fast asleep thanks to his medication and for
the umpteenth time; I can’t help comparing him to a ten year old at least with
how innocent and helpless he looks. But, despite the clinical smell which
reminds of our surroundings, there’s a reluctant sense of peace in this room –
a comfortable air that makes me feel…no that makes us feel even closer than before.
I shouldn’t be here, I keep
telling myself. I shouldn’t be in this room with a boy who would have killed me
or even Duo just to prove his love for me. I shouldn’t be enjoying this moment,
wishing that I could protect him…both of them.
If I tell anyone this scenario or this story, they will probably laugh and call
me a fool, but I do believe that life throws us some really strange curveballs
that can completely change the way you think about things.
I mean look at Duo and I. Who
would have ever thought I’d be this ‘open’ or more ‘accommodating’ to anyone
besides my parents. I once had the
reputation of being an anal bastard and at some point; I never thought I would even
become the Student President of Fujisaki. I wasn’t that well liked, just feared
or hated or both. I never thought I’d be able to make friends and yet I have
the greatest people by my side. I never thought I’d be able to love someone
this intensely, let alone another boy, but look at me now. I’m the perfect
example of life’s unpredictable curveball and I couldn’t have asked for
anything more.
“Two credits for your
thoughts.”
I turn to meet Duo’s amused
depths and chuckle softly. “Just thinking.”
“Yeah, when you do that, the
whole world hears it, buddy.”
“So what? You can hear
my thoughts now?”
“Just about.” He smirks and
twirls his pen between his fingers – a delicate trick that’s pretty cool to
watch. “I’m done with my homework. How about you?”
“Almost.” I eye the last two
equations and figure I can finish it at home tonight. “Ready to go now?”
“Yeah.” We pack up our books
as quietly as possible so we don’t wake him up.
“Maybe we should take
pictures of the show tomorrow and show it to him…” Duo begins and then blushes
at my amused look. “What? The kid obviously wanted to go and it would be kinda
cool to show him how it went down.”
“You like him, don’t you?” I
tease, nudging him gently. “What’s this, Maxwell? Falling for the enemy now,
are you?”
“Damn you, Yuy,” he growls
and tries to ruffle my hair as we make our way out of the room and down the
corridor. “I’ll have you know that I’m as badass as the next guy!”
“You wish!”
We laugh and continue to
nudge each other, that is until I notice the freshman standing up slowly in the
waiting room. I nudge Duo to get his attention and nod towards the blushing boy
who’s walking towards us. I can’t really place his name but I do believe I’ve seen
him around the school grounds.
“Sorry to bother you,
kaichou…sempai,” he says bowing quickly, giving us a good view of his thick
black hair. “But… I was wondering if it’s okay to visit Kamui.” He notices our
surprised look and explains quickly. “I’m…I’m in his class and Mr. Hanada told
me that he was admitted here because he was in a car accident.”
A carefully constructed lie
by yours truly.
Duo looks at me with a
question in his eyes but I pacify his mild panic with a hand upon his arm. “He’s
sleeping right now, but I’m sure he’ll appreciate you coming by to visit him.
What’s your name?”
He blushes and lowers his
lashes, hiding matching black eyes from our gaze. “Uum…it’s okay, really. He
doesn’t talk to me in class but I just wanted to see him for a bit. We’re not
really friends or anything. Than…thank you, Heero and Duo sempai. I’ll be on my
way now.”
Before we can stop him, the
terrified boy’s already running towards the next available elevator. We stare
after him for a long while and then Duo begins to giggle. I can feel the
laughter bubbling in the pit of my stomach, but I try my best not to give in to
it.
“Wouldn’t you believe it?”
Duo says, still laughing out loud as we make our way into an empty elevator.
“Guess who has a crush now!”
Yes, it is ironic, isn’t it?
But then again, there’s that damn curveball I’ve been talking about.
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Friday
Is it possible to taste
excitement? I think it definitely is because the air is positively steaming
with it. Most of the teachers let their students out early today either they
too had caught the bug or they were too exhausted to deal with students who
were barely listening to their lectures. Whatever the case may be, most of the
student body were now either loitering about the lawns or going home to get
ready for the event which was to start at
I walk into the auditorium
and suddenly wish I didn’t because it looks extremely chaotic. The members of
the Press, Art and Drama clubs - all wearing white t-shirts with the words ‘Pretty
Boys For Charity’ - are running around trying to get the place fixed up in
time. Colorful streamers hang from the high ceilings (how they managed to do
that is beyond me) while the stage has been transformed into a something out of
the pages of a Parisian runway…on acid.
An extra long walkway has
been added to the stage – several students from the Wood Workshop are still
taking a few measurements – to create more room for the ‘models’. Lots and lots
of brightly colored lace curtains have been draped in the background, while silvery
paper or rather metallic die-cut stars and moons and what looks like snowflakes
hover against it. A large banner with the words ‘Pretty Boys For Charity’ done
in bright sparkling blues and greens and reds and yellows, is being hung above
the stage under Hilde’s loud directions. But if Hilde’s loud, then Relena’s
simply thunderous.
She’s currently yelling at a
group of freshmen, hoping that they’d see her vision of arranging the chairs in
a specific way around the base of the walkway. Her short hair looks spiky and
tousled, no doubt due to her fingers running through it every other minute.
There’s lots of shimmer and glitter on her body and t-shirt – obviously she
must have worked on the banners as well – and I do believe that she’s got
several sticky tape in her hair too. I pluck one out and she finally
acknowledges my presence.
“Just a few more hours,” she
says breathlessly, leaning close to give me a quick kiss on my cheek. “Thanks
for getting everyone to come help us out, Heero. You’re a life saver!”
“Just doing my part,” I say
with a warm smile, watching her already turn away to reply to a question yelled
at her. “I haven’t seen Duo,” I begin.
“You can’t see him until the
show starts,” she replies with a quick smile before tackling a box of what
looks like strobe lights. “So you’ll just have to wait until everything’s ready
before you can see your precious boyfriend.”
I try not to blush too hard
as I nod in understanding. “I’ll just leave you guys to work, okay? See you
later on tonight.”
“Yeah, bye!” I doubt she even
misses my absence because her attention is already focused on yet another
blunder by someone else.
I leave the chaos behind and
walk towards my office to get some peace and quiet…but not before asking Akira,
a second year class president, to do me a big favor.
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School Auditorium:
Wufei’s with Nia and I swear
she looks more beautiful every time I see her. She’s still in her school
uniform (she attends an All Girls’ School a few miles away) and looks extremely…well…
cute. Trowa’s standing beside me, looking a bit…nervous? Yes, indeed he does.
He is dressed in a smart and rather dapper looking dark brown suit which
compliments his hair and eyes very nicely. He’s a part of the show and has to
do something with Quatre – something that he can’t tell me no matter how much I
try to wheedle the truth from him.
But for all my talk about
Trowa’s nerves, I’m not faring any better myself. My palms are a bit sweaty and
I find myself glancing towards the door wondering if Akira’s going to make it in
time. The show’s about to start and the packed auditorium is already beginning
to murmur in excited anticipation.
Hilde walks out from the
stage door on the left. She’s looks ‘handsome’ in her tailored black suit and
top hat as she winks at us. She mouths a ‘good seats?’ to us and we nod in
agreement, after all, we are sitting in the very front row. Premium seats if
you ask me. I glance around the auditorium again, unable to believe that they
were able to transform the usually dowdy and uninteresting room into something
this beautiful. Relena has really outdone herself this time. Soft music begins
to play and it forces our attention to the stage as the rest of the lights in the
hall dim slowly.
Suddenly someone booms from
the speakers. “Are you all ready to have some fun?!”
The crowd gives a resounding
‘YEAH!’ and the unseen speaker asks again. “I can’t hear you! I said, are you
ready to have some FUN?!”
This time the ‘YEAH!’ is loud
enough to have the floor trembling…or maybe it’s just the students stamping
their feet in appreciation.
The fun promptly begins with
three boys and girls running out to the stage all dressed in hip hop clothes –
you know the baggy pants and sleeves shirts, sweatshirts, face hats etc. They
break into a series of mind blowing dance steps as the tempo of the song
quickens. It’s a rush to watch them. The way they spin and do splits or
somersault or jump in the air…it almost makes you want to get off the chair and
join them. In fact, I do believe several students do so in the back. They
cheer, clap and whistle as they eventually dance off the stage and I join in
the response, only to turn to my left to see that Trowa’s no longer beside me.
I blink in confusion and take a quick glance towards the stage doors only to
barely miss him slipping behind the curtain.
What the hell…?
The music picks up again and
this time six girls come out all dressed in beautiful feathered costumes which
remind one of exotic Brazilian dancers. They make way for their leader, Relena
whose escorted by Hilde and I hate to admit they make an attractive couple. A
long blond wig (makes me nostalgic about her once long locks) falls over her
bare shoulders as she takes the stage and is given a microphone. She’s dressed
in a silver sequined evening gown with matching gloves which go all the way to
her elbows. She bows at the thunderous applause she receives before waving her
hand for attention.
“Welcome, ladies and
gentlemen! Are you all having a good time?!”
She suffers the loud cheers
again and has to wave her hand to quiet the boisterous crowd.
“You all know what we are
here for tonight! We’re here to crown the Most Beautiful Boy in
Eh?
I must have looked confused
because Wufei leans close to mutter. “Damn sneaky, isn’t she?”
She sure is.
“However,” she continues when
the crowd goes quiet again. “All your donations are going to a good cause! So
even though you enjoy the show tonight, please remember that your money goes to
help young boys and girls get the food, shelter and clothing they need!” Cheers
again but they are beginning to get restless. “All right! I can tell you want
the show to get started, so without further ado, I’ll introduce the six boys
competing in tonight’s event! From the Freshman class…”
“Kaichou!” Someone suddenly
whispers breathlessly to me and I turn around quickly to see Akira, looking
flushed and apologetic. “Sorry I’m late. I got lost on the way…”
“It’s okay. Thank you,” I whisper
back, taking the things from him. Wufei eyes me with a smirk while Nia ‘awws’.
I blush darkly and force my attention to the stage trying hard not to gawk at
the boys walking out. Christ! Are they really boys?! I recognize some of them
but with the dresses and the makeup, it’s a bit hard to tell otherwise. Most of
the girls are screaming in the auditorium at this point and I can barely hear
Relena’s announcements…that is until she gets to...
“From Class 3-A….Quatre
Winner!”
“Holy Mother of…”
“…God,” I finish Wufei’s
breathless comment as we stare at our friend being led out to the stage with
Trowa as his escort. So that’s what they were up to! Damn, they look hot
together. What’s even more stunning is Quatre himself! He’s wearing a white
sleeves ball gown which exposes his rather graceful neck and slender shoulders.
Beneath the light, his skin looks so fair and absolutely flawless and his
face…oh god! It’s as if an angel had descended from the Heavens to bestow its
holy presence amongst us mere mortals. Even Relena looks just as stunned as we
are! I’m not sure she thought Quatre would turn out so well. He gives his
adoring fans a curtsey and covers his blushing visage with his fan. The
sparkling tiara in his hair and matching earrings dazzle us with its
brilliance. Good grief. It looks like he’s definitely winning this competition.
I can’t imagine Duo outdoing him at this rate. But still…my stomach is leaping
with a million and one butterflies and I can barely sit still. Duo’s going to
be next and I’m not sure I want to see this.
“Wow, talk about beauty!”
Relena gushes in excitement as Trowa escorts Quatre back to join the other
competitors. “And now, last but not least, from Class 3-A, Duo Maxwell!”
I close my eyes for a second,
holding my breath and clutching the items in my hand tighter than ever. It’s
Wufei’s ‘Holy Shit! Duo!’ and the subsequent squeals, screams and applause from
the crowd that has me opening my eyes slowly.
High heels – dark red pumps
as Relena would call them – are the first things that catch my eye. They lead
up to legs I’ve seen many times already, legs which have been draped around my
waist and on my shoulders, legs which now look like they belonged to a model’s!
They are in stockings – the sheer kind – and at this point, I think that
breathing is just going to have to take a back seat for now. A black mini skirt
barely covers his thighs and that firm ass. He’s wearing a white t-shirt with
the words ‘Suck This’ written in what looks like red lipstick. A black leather
jacket is flung over a shoulder as he places a hand on his hip and begins to
walk down the runway. An unlit cigarette dangles from the corner of his mouth,
his braid undone but still done in a high ponytail that allows the thick locks
to frame his face. Bold, red lipstick on his lips, eyes done in a sultry hue of
blacks and dark purple only do more to highlight his breathtaking eyes. He
looks…amazing!
He winks and blows a kiss to
the audience and revels in the growing crescendo of their screams. He begins to
walk back to the line but not before catching my gaze. He smirks and then licks
his lips and fuck if I don’t feel like coming right about now.
“Your boyfriend’s FINE!”
Wufei laughs as he slaps my back gently. “I’d do him, if you don’t.”
Indeed…anyone would do him…
Over my dead body.
I try to catch his gaze again
but he’s chatting quite animatedly to Trowa and Quatre and doing a fine job of
ignoring me. I have a feeling he’s slightly embarrassed and it’s a good thing
he’s not looking at me because he’d know just how horny and flustered I’ve
become. I barely hear the rest of Relena’s speech or when the voting process
begins as I get off my seat and make my way backstage to wait for him.
Not surprisingly, the place
is in a mess, but everyone seems to have their attention on the stage as they eagerly
wait for the finally tally of the votes. I pace around the room in agitation,
my mind barely registering that the second runner up is Duo after all. There
are some boos from most of his fans, but it’s quickly erased as a freshman is
announced as the first runner up and, as
expected, Quatre takes home the grand prize. I am happy for my blond friend and
maybe it’s selfish of me, but I’m also glad that Duo didn’t win.
The other contestants begin
to file into the room while Quatre and Trowa take the stage for a victory slow dance.
I smile and nod politely to those who acknowledge me, while searching
desperately for Duo. When the last person comes in, I shake my head in
confusion.
“Hilde?” I ask quickly as I
catch up to her. “Duo…”
“Oh, he said he had to go to
the bathroom,” she says pointing towards the exit door. But she gives me a wink
and I can already tell what must have happened.
It doesn’t take me long to
find my elusive boyfriend and when I do find him, he’s definitely in the most
unladylike position ever. He’s squatting and I’m sure anyone standing before
him would have gotten a good view of whatever underwear he was wearing, while
letting out a small cloud of smoke from his lips. He crushes his cigarette and
shakes his head softly as he realizes he’s no longer alone. It’s a cool evening
out here on the rooftop but as I hold out the large bouquet of red roses (courtesy
of Akira) to him, I watch the way his eyes light up in pleasant surprise and it
makes me feel ridiculously warm inside.
“Dude,” he whispers, his
blush rather cute to see. “I’m not some girl you know.”
“Well…what if I say you’re my
girl, hmm?” I say lazily, reaching out to pull him to his feet. He’s a bit
taller than me with the heels on and feeling a bit self conscious about it, he
kicks them off and then wraps his arms around my neck.
“I didn’t win,” he whispers
against my lips with a pout. “I thought my outfit would get me votes for sure.”
“It did. At least it got all
of mine,” I reply thickly, my lips already tasting the strawberry flavor of his
lipstick. My hand slowly creeps up his thigh and beneath the skirt to satisfy
my curiosity and his sharp intake of breath is all I need to hear as he arches
into my touch.
“Thong?” I ask with a wicked
smirk, my breathing a bit unsteady as I feel myself getting even more excited.
“And it’s killing me,” he
replies with a matching tilt of his lips. “So…” His fingers slide down my back
to cup my ass. “What are you going to do about it, Yuy?”
My response is a low growl as
I all but shove him against the wall and begin the ‘arduous’ task of undressing
him slowly. “Anything I damn well please, Maxwell” I reply decisively. “Anything…and
everything…”
The roses fall to the ground with
a faint whisper and mixed with the cacophony of happy students leaving the
school several feet below, we finally give in to the pleasure that’s been
denied to us for so long.
~End Period Eleven~