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K.Y. G.--3
Next up, part 3 of the KYG series. One of these days, I'm going to find you SilvVenom's e-mail address or their site URL, and then you all can comment on the quality of these writings.
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Heero and the boy walked along the streets with no purpose or destination in
mind. They passed the bottle of vodka back and forth between them, and though
it was cheap, it was potent and they drank it straight. After several large
sips, Heero felt lightheaded and asked, "Could we find a place to sit?"
Smiling, the boy nodded his assent.
So they made their way to the curb and plopped down amiably beside one
another. Heero watched as the braided youth took another sip of the vodka,
wiping his mouth off with the back of his free hand.
// Straight vodka. He drinks it like it's water. //
A gust of wind caressed them and Heero shivered. Suddenly, an arm wrapped
around his shoulders, pulling him close against a warn chest. He stared up
into the other boy's face and his confusion must have been evident because
the boy said, "You're cold, right? So am I, and it's easier to share heat,
y'know?"
There was a lengthy pause, punctuated only by small, sloshing sounds as they
drank. Then the boy spoke again. "My name's Duo. Duo Maxwell. You?"
"Heero Yuy."
"So, Heero," Duo made the name sound like a prayer, "What's a guy like you
doin' ordering fries at some greasy burger joint this late at night?"
Heero opened his mouth, intent on brushing the remark off with some clever
quip when something amazing happened. He looked at Duo, who looked at the
starless sky, and maybe because he was a lightweight who couldn't handle
straight vodka, or maybe because he needed to unburden his soul to someone,
he found himself telling the braided boy everything.
They continued to nurse the bottle between them as Heero told Duo about his
mother and his father and Relena and the life he knew, the life he hated, the
only life he had to look forward to. He told Duo everything, shocking himself
because he knew he wasn't supposed to admit all of that to a total stranger.
He didn't know why he did it... he just knew he had to.
"I never had a mother or father," Duo said when Heero had finished his story.
"They put me in an orphanage when I was a baby. It got blown up a while
ago... so I just sort of started living on my own. I've never had a job,
either. I knew a man who worked his whole life and all he got was a gift
certificate to McDonalds."
"So how do you live?" Heero wanted to know.
Duo smirked and pulled out a cigarette; Heero recognized them as the pack
he'd had earlier on the bus. Lighting it up, the violet-eyed boy took a deep
drag and replied, "I prey on the elderly."
Swishing the liquor around in the bottle, Heero asked, "Don't they mind?"
"Nah," came the unrepentant answer. "Most of them are so keen to have the
company that they're prepared to put up with a bit of brutality at the end."
That stuck a nerve in Heero and he remembered his Grandfather J. "You've
obviously led a varied and interesting life," he said, sarcasm thickening his
voice (or was that vodka?). Then he swallowed his bitterness and whispered
honestly, "I envy you. You don't have parents; I hate my parents. I don't
know... sometimes I think I hate _everything_. I hate school. I hate my life.
I hate my girlfriend and the stupid books she reads."
He took a sip from the bottle and passed it to Duo with an unsteady hand.
"I... I just feel like..." He bit his lip. "... like a terrible person," he
finally admitted.
"You're not," the other boy said. He took another drag on his cigarette and
blew round O's in the air, then downed more vodka. "You're just _bored._" He
paused, then nodded as if he'd come to an important decision. "The only way
to stop being bored is to do something interesting. Or criminal. These days
it comes to the same thing."
Duo stood up abruptly, pulling Heero with him. "Let's do it now," he smiled.
"Do what?" Heero asked, heart racing.
"What do you think? Come on," Their fingers laced tightly together and Duo
gently tugged the brown-haired boy down the street. "Let's kill your
girlfriend!"
***
Heero was silent. In truth, as they stumbled along the street, Duo smoking
and drinking simultaneously, Heero didn't know _how_ to respond. He was in
shock.
Duo's disgusted voice broke him out of his stupor. "Yeesh! Look at the state
of this thing! It's an insult to human dignity!"
The hand holding his gently pulled away and Heero saw the other boy fumbling
around in his pocket. Producing a set of haggard looking keys, he smiled
darkly. That smile only deepened as he leaned against a dusty blue
three-wheeler, the sort that old people use to go shopping, and pressed the
sharp edge of the key against the door. The scratch he left there was deep
and ragged and spanned nearly two feet long ways.
Heero momentarily forgot about Duo's earlier proclamation and said, "You
can't _do_ that. Invalids rely on those." The minute the words were out of
his mouth, he wondered it they sounded as idiotic to the other boy as they
did to him.
"They're built to make cripples look stupid," Duo snorted and pocketed his
keys. "Three wheels! Even the fucking _car's_ an invalid." Without warning,
he slammed his foot into the side of the vehicle, shattering two of the
windows and leaving a foot-shaped dent.
He turned to Heero and extended his hand with a smile, noting the shock
there. "You can do it too, y'know. Just let go of all the things people have
told you you're not _supposed_ to do, all the things you've always wanted to
do. Life isn't fair; it never has been. Besides, vandalism's best when it's
totally meaningless. It's what the world's been doing since you were born.
Don't you ever want to fight back?"
Heero was about to respond with a negative when he realized that he'd shared
everything with the boy in front of him, so why should he bother to hide
himself now? "I don't know," he answered as he took Duo's hand and they began
to walk down the street again, "I suppose."
They hadn't gone far when Duo leaned over and snuffed his cigarette. He
picked up a brick from the ground and nodded towards the house they'd stopped
in front of. Heero could clearly see the outline of two older people, a man
and a woman, through the front window.
"Here," Duo handed the stone to Heero. "Take this and throw it there." He
pointed at the window.
"I... can't," Heero stuttered, holding the rock loosely in one hand and
frowning at it. "They haven't done anything to me."
The braided boy moved to stand behind him, wrapping one arm lightly around
his waist. Quietly, he murmured, "They're _dead_. Those two are fucking
_dead_. Look at them! Why did he ever marry her? Their whole life's been a
rehearsal for the cemetery." Duo's breath seemed hot on his neck. "Christ!"
he swore, "What does it take to wake them up for one fucking second?"
Heero stared at the brick for a moment, then up at the window. The elderly
couple was watching television, calm, empty expressions on their faces. He
hated them. Suddenly, he wanted to do more than just throw the brick through
the window. He wanted to follow it and rip the two apart, limb from limb. He
hated them. The tranquil expressions. The emptiness.
In that moment, he fucking _hated_ them.
"Do it!" Duo whispered fiercely to him.
So he did.
The shattering of glass brought him back to his senses and as he watched the
two old people scramble, faces filled with shock and fear, he murmured, "Oh,
no."
He felt the arm around his waist tighten and he turned his head to look at
Duo's smiling face. "How long have you waited to do that, hm?" the
violet-eyed boy asked him, looking at the broken window contentedly. "Didn't
it feel _brilliant_?"
Heero felt his mouth break into a wide smile. The first real smile he'd had
in a long, long time. "Yes," he said softly, and with that admission came
freedom. "YES!"
Hand in hand, they ran laughing down the street.
***
"Oh, God, Dorothy!" Relena groaned. The girl in question was currently
licking a path up the inside of Relena's thigh. She lightly blew across a wet
patch of skin, causing the other girl to shiver. In the background, on the
television, two blondes with perfect bodies kissed each other sloppily as
they were taken from behind by smiling, twin, brown-haired boys.
Relena and Dorothy had gotten excited from watching the movie, even now the
cries and pleas blared on the surround sound system, and they had no qualms
about tearing each other's clothes off and going at it on the couch. Most of
Relena's toys and dildos were up in her room, but that could come later.
Right now they wanted physical gratification and they intended to have it.
Just when Dorothy finally reached the fleshy folds of Relena's dripping
womanhood, the doorbell rang.
"Shit!" they both exclaimed, fumbling with their clothing as they hastily
redressed. Dorothy ejected the movie and hid it underneath one of the pillows
on the couch as Relena dashed for the door.
"Your parents home early, Lena?" Dorothy muttered darkly. She was hot and
bothered and pissed as hell that she hadn't gotten off.
"No way. It can't be them... they _swore_ they'd be gone all week..." the
blonde girl replied. "Look, hide upstairs will you? I'll get rid of whoever
it is."
"Right," Dorothy sighed and dashed up the steps, taking them two at a time.
She cursed under her breath the whole way, but when she reached the top of
the stairs, she realized something and smiled. She could get herself off
_while_ she waited for Relena, and her mouth watered as she remembered one of
the new toys her friend had mentioned to her. Vibrators were _so_ in.
Meanwhile, Relena pulled the front door open. She had a curt dismissal in
mind for whoever it was, but she had not been prepared at all for the sight
that met her eyes.
"Hello, Relena." Heero stood on the front porch, a strange smile on his face,
his eyes wide and glassy. His hands hung loosely at his sides and his cheeks
were flushed red from the cold. He looked so gorgeous her mouth went dry.
"Are... are you all right?" she stuttered. "I mean, weren't you supposed to
be studying tonight?" She sniffed the air experimentally and her eyes widened
further. "You haven't been _drinking_, have you?"
"No." He grinned lopsidedly. Relena had never seen him so carefree.
"You have!" she accused, wrinkling her nose. "I can smell it on your breath.
That's horrible! You're _drunk_! I told you it just makes people into idiots
and _now_ look at you. Does the world really need more idiots?"
"Yes," Heero smirked, folding his arms in front of his chest, "We're starting
a club."
A shadow detached itself from a nearby wall, coming together to form Duo
Maxwell. In stark contrast to Heero's joviality, Duo's face was somber as he
puffed on his cigarette. "Is this her?" he asked shortly.
Relena pulled back in shock. Her arms found either side of the door and she
used it to support herself. "What's _he_ doing here?" she demanded, beads of
sweat gathering at her temples. "What's going _on_ here?"
"I want a word with you," Duo said, coming to stand behind Heero. Though the
blonde girl couldn't see it, he placed a supportive hand on Heero's lower
back, a gentle, unobtrusive reassurance.
"What are you talking about?" Relena shook her head and little wisps of
tangled hair plastered her face. Confused, she challenged again, "What's
going on?"
"Look at you standing there," Duo muttered darkly. "'What's going on?'
'What's going on?' You'll be saying that 'til the day you fucking _die_,
which might be sooner than you think." The braided boy stepped forward,
putting Heero protectively behind him. "You're killing this boy's dreams.
You're smothering him and you don't care. You don't care about anything but
yourself."
Heero watched, wide-eyed. // He... he's doing this for me. //
Relena found it was easier to focus on her anger and ignore the fear that
twisted her gut. She sneered, "Who do you think you're talking to? I'll phone
the police. They'll lock you up in a padded cell." Her lips curled back even
further. "I'm not scared of a drunken moron like you."
"You should be," Duo said softly as he pulled a gun, complete with silencer,
from the folds of his jacket and pointed it at Relena.
The blonde's eyes widened. "That's not real," she said, taking a step back.
"It's just..."
The shot ripped through her body and blood splattered the pristine walls. She
backpedaled and fell like a rag doll to the floor. More blood bubbled on her
lips and she choked, "… oh shit... it went off... you stupid bastard..."
Duo cocked the gun again and her already pasty skin went stark white.
"... wait... don't just... my mom'll be..."
He fired.
Twice.
Gore splattered the walls and blood so dark it looked black pooled around the
blonde girl's cooling body. Her white skin made Heero think of a broken dove,
body crumpled on the snow like a discarded tissue. So much blood. It was
everywhere.
"Got a bit carried away there," Duo said, sounding genuinely surprised as he
stared at Relena's body. He reached into his side pocket and pulled out the
vodka bottle. He placed the bottle to his lips and drank deeply even as he
fired a final bullet into the dead girl's face.
The braided boy looked over to Heero, smiling bashfully as he absently
scratched the back of his head with the gun. "Shit," he blinked, holding out
the empty bottle. "No more vodka."
Heero stared at Relena's corpse, then turned to look at her killer.
// I didn't think he'd really do it. He just... killed her. No remorse, no
pity, no regard for the sanctity of human life. She was my future and he
killed her. // Heero stared at Duo, mouth parted slightly. // I think I'm in
love. //
Duo turned and walked away from the house, tucking the gun back into wherever
he got it from. Heero stood unmoving in the doorway, cleared his throat, and
pointed out, "I seem to have a vacancy for a boyfriend." The violet-eyed boy
glanced over his shoulder and Heero asked, "Interested?"
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