Escape: Black-clad mystery
By IsNotSane
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PLEASE do NOT get put off by this prolouge� I know it aint the best, but� I dunno. It just kinda� suited the fic. So *please*, bare with me.
This fic is a sort of school-fic. Yeah. AU, and proud of it. I guess its kinda set in our time� but L2 is still there and everything. So�okay. For a disclaimer, I don�t own gundam wing or the characters.
Main is 1x2, also 3x4, and others�
WARNINGS!! Throughout all part 1� AU, yaoi/shounen-ai, angst, fluff, lemon, ref. to abuse, ref. to past NCS. If you don�t like any of that, don�t read.
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Escape: Black-clad mystery.
Prologue.
::Heero�s POV::
�So what do you guys think of Duo?�
I was almost ashamed to admit even to myself that it was that very question which had turned my then current world� pretty much upside down. I didn�t exactly go around every day and ask myself �what do I think of him�??�, because I already knew the answer. And it was actually the answer that was the problem. If you could consider it a problem� I know I had during that time� and maybe still do. I guess the problems had just turned into suspicions and then into mysteries as more and more little facts about the breath-taking young American was revealed to me, and our relationship had slowly progressed. But I was curious and determined to figure him out, because I knew� maybe subconsciously� that it was right. I think. Some aspects of the whole thing I did sometimes find� puzzling, disturbing, more puzzling, sad, and completely puzzling� but no journey is ever easy - I had learnt that from Duo himself � and I guess this was a journey of sorts� just of a different kind. But will it ever end?
Okay, this is probably sounding *really* confusing right about now �I�ve even managed to get myself a little confused. And believe you me, that does *not* happen very often� well, atleast it never use to. I should try starting over. From the beginning� well, almost the beginning. So here it goes:
�So what do you guys think of duo?�
I turned to look at Quatre at his spoken question as it grabbed at my attention; and I tuned back into the conversation I was suppose to be a part of. Hearing the name of the boy that my mind had been focused on and nothing else for the past week, I made sure to listen carefully while I turned again to face in front of me as we walked on, keeping a neutral expression placed on my face so that no one would� get suspicious.
Quatre, Wufei, Trowa and myself were walking together down one of the many halls situated in our school, Broken Hill High. On Tuesday � one week ago from that day � a new student by the name of Duo Maxwell had become the newest addition of our humble little school. And from the first time I saw him, I hadn�t been able to get him out of my head. I was even getting a little sloppy with concentration �- which was quite unusual for me. Love at first site? Well� I wasn�t too sure about that� yet. Maybe it had something to do with how drop-dead gorgeous the newest junior was. I knew it wasn�t just me who saw him that way �- guys and girls all over the school were literally drooling over him� now that I think about it, the way they looked kind of reminds me of how a starving man would look at a nice, juicy piece of meat waltz right passed him.
But there was something strange about that� if Duo *did* notice how other students were looking at him � which was pretty obvious � he wasn�t acknowledging them in any way. It was either that, or he actually *was* that dense and didn�t notice. Which, when I had thought about it then, didn�t seem so unbelievable. I mean, when Quatre first introduced us, Duo did seem kind of� well, you know� not the brightest of people you could find.
�Why do you ask?� Trowa decided he wanted to know; and I didn�t miss the way he brushed his hand along the smaller boy�s arm, or how Quatre looked back up at the tall teen and smiled that secretive smile he always had� although the glimmer in his eye was pretty self explanatory. I�ll explain that one later.
�Just wondering,� Quatre answered, �I mean, he seems alright to me, but there�s� just something about him, you know?�
Trowa nodded and hummed in agreement at Quatre�s inquiry. Quatre had been the one to introduce all of us. The four of us � Quatre, Trowa, Wufei and I, that is � had always stuck together; but Quatre was the only junior of the rest of us seniors. He was Trowa�s boyfriend, and had known Wufei all the way back from pre-school. Of course, Wufei had always been one grade above the Arabian, so they apparently weren�t really on friendship terms until junior-high, when both of them happen to join the same extra-credit volunteer activity, or something like that.
Quatre is a really nice, friendly, and caring guy; so had just naturally approached Duo when he had arrived, not wanting the new boy to be left out or friendless. That was basically Quatre in a nut shell� although, it was pretty easy to tell Duo could become pretty popular if he wanted to.
But the new, slightly lost and slightly confused teen gratefully accepted Quatre�s offer to help him out and show him around. When Quatre finally came around to introducing us, I can remember clearly being� stunned. And somewhere through the hazy, uncomprehending stun, I had managed to briefly note that Trowa and Wufei were wearing much the same expressions.
That brilliant, bright smile Duo was wearing � which I came to find out was usual for him � I noticed had faltered a little at our expressions, but was quickly put back into place as Quatre spoke. I had wondered if the others had also noticed what I did through their own stunned hazes, but I hadn�t asked.
Quatre was saying Duo�s name, and I quickly shook myself (mentally) out of my shocked state. Duo Maxwell. I never would have guessed that that name would soon be permanently locked into my mind. Properly looking him over while Quatre spoke, I had to internally restrain myself from my normally stoic expression changing into an expression of stun once again.
Duo Maxwell� was gorgeous. Easily the most beautiful being I had ever been privileged to set my eyes upon. Unusually colored, big violet eyes were looking to us as he spoke his greetings through full, luscious lips. He hadn�t made any move to shake our hands or anything, which I actually found myself to be somewhat disappointed at. A long, thick main of shiny chestnut hair was almost messily braided behind him and lengthened down to shapely thighs. A pair of tight black denim flares and an equally tight, long black turtleneck did true justice to an excellent, curvaceous figure. He was short � about the same height as Quatre � but was more shapely and a little slimmer; but it fitted in perfectly with his overall, *spectacular* look. I also remember seeing a couple of Band-Aids on the back of his left hand, but I didn�t really think too much about it at the time� it wasn�t the Band-Aids that had me intrigued. I should have known better�
Much to my own delight, Quatre continued to bring Duo along with us, allowing him to be included in our little group. Not that any of us were complaining. I guess Quatre wanted another of his own grade to join as part of our group, so he would feel less marginalized � as the odd one out � especially when talking about school or *senior* related topics. Like graduation in several months, for example.
And Duo continued to show up in his various black clothing that made him look great. Black was definitely his color� it brought out his bright eyes.
But, one week later, that next Tuesday after duo had arrived, was different. Duo was absent. And it was just about driving me crazy, not being able to see him. And I was just about driving myself crazy trying to figure out why that had become such a big deal to me.
I was almost convinced that my growing obsession� *couldn�t* be healthy. Not that that would have stopped me� I still couldn�t seem to stop obsessing over the beautiful American. I remember clearly that I had *really* hoped it wasn�t becoming neurotic.
Duo didn�t look sick the day before� I thought maybe I should ask Hilde about him. They seem to have become friends, so she might have known something. �okay, that idea was quickly scratched. I really wouldn�t want to get involved in any business with Hilde; not only for her reputation� I just didn�t really like her all that much, just something about her. I would have gone by Duo�s place to check up with him after school, if I knew where he lived � which I didn�t. When I came to think about it, I didn�t really know anything about Duo Maxwell. Hmmm. I was probably too busy drooling over him like the rest of the world to notice that he hadn�t really spoken that much about himself, his life or his past. He had always managed to, almost expertly, change the subject or wave it off whenever in-depth questions about himself arose; even if a lot of them weren�t even personal. The only thing I was able to recall then, was when he had told us that he lived with his uncle� Treize. Sure, I would always be able to hack into his files, to see if I could find out anything� but for some reason, it hadn�t felt like the right thing to do at the time. That came to me as weird� seeing as how illogical emotions such as �feelings of wrong or right� had never stopped me before.
After realizing all the above during that day, I couldn�t believe I had never noticed the way Duo hid his life like that until then. I thought maybe Quatre had been right when he said that there was �just something about him�. Of course, I wouldn�t know until quite a while later.
I had realized I tuned out from the conversation going on around me again, and so in hopes of finding out anything more about my secret crush, I decided to find out what Quatre was saying then�
� �And then my tuna sandwich fell on the floor!! I had nothing� �
Yeah, it wasn�t too hard to figure out I had missed out on the Duo topic. So it was my lost thoughts that was all I had to refer to.
I guess this was the prologue on how the whole thing began� pretty much. And even then, when I was practically head over heals for the chestnut-haired, violet-eyed short teen, I hadn�t even the slightest clue as to how oblivious I was to� everything I was dedicated to getting myself into. And believe me, I especially had no idea as to how complicated simple teen �*love* for a gorgeous braided boy would get. I just� knew it was right. It had to be.
�right?
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