Untitled (March 2000
version)
-----part 1-----
"Why do I have to be the one to go to the store?" Duo grumbled as he
made his way to the grocers to pick up the food. "Here it is, my
birthday, and they make me do the shopping. I can't be.... MMMPH!" he
struggled as a sweet-smelling rag was held over his mouth.
//Chloroform// he thought as he passed out.
Duo woke some time later. He had no idea how long he'd been out, but
he knew he didn't like being chained up like this.
"Nice to see you awake." a voice leered.
Duo tried to reply, but there was a ball gag in his mouth. What was
worse was that there was a leather hood on him that had no holes for
his eyes, so he could not see what his abductors were doing. He kicked
and struggled as they cut his pants and underwear off, exposing him,
then forced his legs apart and began to grope him,
Duo thrashed about, trying to get free. He managed to get his arms
untied, but the abductors quickly grabbed him.
"You shouldn't have done that." a cruel voice told him. "Now, I have
to punish you."
Duo's right arm was held out straight and he felt a sudden pain as it
was suddenly severed just about the elbow while at the same time
someone forced a spiked dildo into him and his left hand was dipped
into a dish of acid and left to dissolve until only the bones
remained.
Duo screamed into the gag, but it went unheeded by his tormentors.
The dildo was removed and he felt someone holding him, ramming their
erection deep inside of him, taking the virginity he'd been saving
for Heero, and coming inside him.
Several more took turns until Duo was beyond help. Then their leader,
who'd been filming everything at this point, hacked a sat-dish
and broadcast the events over live TV.
-----part 2-----
Quatre paused in the middle of setting up the decorations for Duo's
surprise birthday party and switched on the TV. He searched the
channels then came to stop when he hit the one Duo's torture was
being broadcast on.
"Allah..." he whispered. "Heero! Trowa! Wufei! Get over here, now!"
"What..." Heero began, then he saw what Quatre was looking at.
"Heero, can you pinpoint their location?" Quatre asked.
"I can try." Heero said, getting onto his computer and searching down
the satellite hack. "Found it." He said, after several minutes.
"Let's go get him out of there."
Duo's body stiffened in pain as the torture went on, the spiked
dildo was shoved back into him and secured in place so it wouldn't
slip out, then he was subjected to more burns. By this time, there
wasn't a single unblemished spot on his entire body. He was so far
gone he didn't even hear the door being kicked open.
Quatre, Wufei, and Trowa immediately started blasting Duo's abductors
while Heero untied Duo and removed the dildo. Heero pulled a blanket
from his emergency kit (which he kept in the same place as his gun)
and wrapped it around Duo.
"Duo..." he whispered to the wounded pilot. He picked Duo up and
carried him out to Wing.
Quatre and the others finished killing off the last of the kidnappers
and returned to their own Gundams. Then they followed Heero back to
the safehouse.
Heero carried Duo inside and put him into his own bed, lovingly
covering him with a warm blanket. "I want him to be here with us." he
told Quatre, his eyes never leaving Duo's battered form. Somehow,
even in this shattered, broken, and burned condition, Duo was still
beautiful to him, and it was this beauty that made the gashes, burns
and other signs of torture all the more ugly to him. He leaned over
and kissed Duo's lips, softly. His breath hitched in a sob as he felt
Duo's last breath upon his lips, as if Duo had held out just long enough to feel one gentle touch before he died.
"Rest now, my beloved." he said, quietly, tears running down his
face, unchecked. "You've earned it."
The others had finished taking down the decorations and were sitting
on the sofa when Heero trudged in.
"Heero," Quatre said, gently, taking Heero into his arms as Heero
broke down.
"Heero," Trowa asked. "Can I get you anything?"
Heero nodded, numbly. "There's a black and silver box in my dresser.
Top drawer. Bring it to me."
Trowa went to fetch the box in question while Quatre hugged Heero.
"Duo was everything to me, Quatre." Heero said. "You know that, don't
you?"
"We all knew it." Quatre replied. "He loved you as much as you loved
him."
"You think he knew?" Heero asked. "I mean, I never told him..."
"He could tell." Quatre replied. "I think he even knew before you
did."
Trowa returned with the box and handed it to Heero. "What's in this
thing?" he asked.
Heero opened it, revealing a long slender ceremonial dagger.
"Heero! No!" Wufei shrieked. "You can't..."
"I'm already dead, Wufei." Heero explained, sounding it. "My life
ended when Duo died."
"Not like this, Heero." Trowa gently took the dagger from him and set
it aside. "Let's die in battle."
"You, too?" Heero asked.
"We all feel the same way." Quatre nodded. "Duo was all this world
had left of hope. Now that he's gone, there's no reason for us to
remain here. Let's go out together and take a few OZ soldiers with
us."
Heero nodded. "If we do a mutual self destruct close enough to their
HQ the combined blast should be enough to take them out."
The four gundam pilots buried Duo in their back yard, leaving
Deathscythe to guard his body, then headed off for one final battle
against OZ.
-----part 3-----
They flew in tight formation, coming in low over the OZ base, taking
out fighters left and right until nothing stood between them and
their goal.
//We'll be there soon, Duo.// Heero thought to himself. //And when we
get there, you better be dressed for a wedding. //
"Okay, this is it, guys." Quatre told the other three. "See you on
the other side."
"We've got two fighters coming at us." Wufei pointed out.
"Ignore them." Quatre told him. "The blast will take them out, too."
"Looks like Treize and Zechs." Heero noted. He smiled, inwardly, then
activated two devices as the others activated their own
self-destruct buttons.
Just before a blinding explosion took out Treize, the base, the
four Gundams, and himself, Zechs could've sworn he saw Gundam Wing
giving him the finger.
The explosion cleared and Heero blinked, still in the cockpit of
Gundam Wing. "Damn. Looks like we failed, guys."
"Heero," Wufei began, "I'm..."
"All right!" A cheerful voice, wonderfully familiar, exclaimed over
their monitors. "Personally, I think you're all idiots for getting
yourselves killed like that over me, but I'm extremely flattered. And
Heero, I accept your proposal."
"Duo?" Heero asked. "You're alive?"
"Heero no baka." Duo chuckled. "Of course not. I was murdered and you
guys killed yourselves."
"But we're still in our Gundams." Heero protested.
"Of course you are." Duo smiled. "They died, too. Even Deathscythe
died. Only he died of a broken heart rather than self-destructing."
"I'm not surprised." Heero smiled. "So, how come you came here to
greet us and not... um... Duo?" he sounded a little nervous.
"Yup. Just like I told you guys, I am Shinigami!"
"Oh boy." Heero muttered to himself. "Here it comes."
They landed and met up with Duo who was dressed in a sleek black
gloveleather suit, split to the navel, with a diamond choker around
his neck and black gloves and boots.
"See?!" he laughed, doing a little victory dance around Heero. "See,
I told you I was Shinigami, didn't I? Huh? Didn't I tell you?" He
went on and on, laughing and flirting with Heero all the while.
Heero groaned while the others laughed, happily.
-----Owari-----