Orphan Stage Part 17 - Stage Finale
by Terrasa
Standard disclaimers apply
The next day came with eventful news! I was invited to Quatre’s
mansion! He was supposedly not at school because he was packing for
a trip, says Trowa. And he wanted to see me before he left, said Trowa.
So I had to go over there today, demanded Trowa.
So here I was, alone, standing in front of the tall white gate that
is suppose to lead into the giant estates owned by the beloved Winner
family. Was I happy? Nope, I was really irritated. You know the feeling
you have when there is something that you really hate? You will do
anything to possibly hate it more. That’s what I was doing,
as I walked up to the giant front door, my eyes scanned the surroundings,
picking out flaws in almost everything from paint color to flower
decoration. Yeah, it was really pathetic. I couldn’t help it
though, his whole family made me want to punch something repeatedly
until it turned into a pile of dust.
As I knocked on the perfect white door and its little golden knocker
handle device, I prayed for one thing: I really didn’t want
to run into one of those bastards… or, you could call them the
Winner parents! They certainly weren’t winners in my book though.
A servant answered the door and ushered me into the house, or mansion,
and to Quatre’s so called quarters without even asking my name.
I guess my little bro told them what I looked like or something.
As I walked down the long, large and very bright hallways, I took
in all of the decorations. The walls were lined with what ‘had’
to be famous painting. Why else would a rich person buy a painting?
Unless it was expensive, right? Didn’t matter how hideous it
was, if it had a good name, it was in. Ok, so I just made the hideous
painting part up, like I said before, I was finding every little excuse
to hate these people more than I already did. Paintings… yes,
that was a pretty crappy excuse to be using.
This house was actually just the opposite of Heero’s. How very
weird. Everything in it was either white or bright colored, unlike
Heero’s haunted mansion with all its dark and dreary decorations.
Quatre’s quarters were on the far end of the house, past a
dozen or so other rooms. I wonder how he managed having to walk ‘that’
far everyday. Maybe his shoes had that padding in it that prevents
blisters. Wish I had brought some blister less shoes. At the pace
the maid was going you’d think we needed to run to his room.
I knocked on what the maid had said was the ‘young masters
door‘, and took a couple breaths to calm myself from my little
jogging adventure at the Winner’s! Courtesy of the enthusiastic
maid!
“Hold… on a… Come in!” A recognizable voice
called from inside.
Opening the door, I stuck my head in, peering around the… black
walled bedroom? “Uh… Quatre?” I couldn’t see
the blond boy anywhere in the piles of… what the hell were they?
My feet carried me over to investigate the large… aha! Clothes!
That’s what they were, but they were all tied together…
I think.
“Oh! Duo!” The blonds head appeared from around a giant
black bed placed in the center of his room. “Sorry about the
mess. I just found those under my bed!”
“Uh… Quatre… what is it?” I asked, confusion
as to why he had made a rope with his clothes.
I could hear him chuckle as he disappear behind the bed again. My
feet carried me over to him, he was sitting on the floor with his
legs crossed, cutting out some newspaper clippings.
“I made that when I was… umm, eight? I think that’s
right. I was playing with one of my older sisters…. escape the
castle sort of game. Used to play that a lot.” The scissors
in his hand were cutting swiftly on the piece of paper, making a perfect
star of… whatever the picture was he was cutting out.
“So… why’s it on your floor?”
“Oh, I was looking for something… umm… I don’t
remember what it was anymore. I found it under my bed, cant believe
I wasted all of those good clothes!” He exclaimed, raising the
scissors high in the air. “Guess I didn’t think to much
about that when I was little.”
I chuckled slightly, eyes once again scanning the room. I had to
admit, I like it a lot! “I never knew you for a black person.”
I teased, poking at a weird black twisty lamp he had by the bedside
table.
A big grin appeared on his face, “Yeah… well I didn’t
’use’ to like it all that much. I think I was going through
my… rebellious stage. You know, the time when it seems like
you’re always fighting with your parents and….”
His eyes widened and he looked to me in horror. “I’m sorry!
I didn’t mean to sound rude… cause… I’m so
sorry Duo! I forgot about how you never… um…”
I just rolled my eyes while chuckling slightly. “Don’t
worry about it. Now are you going to finish your story or leave me
hanging in the suspense of what your little rebel side did?”
I asked, poking him in the forehead.
He seemed relieved slightly, ‘only’ slightly, and the
smile came back onto his face. “One day, I used my allowance
to hire a painter… and well… they were pretty pissed off.
But I was making a point really. When the painter guy came, my parents
didn’t even know about it! They didn’t even find out for
a week. I think that was what I was mad about at that time. They never
seemed to know ‘what’ was going on at the estate. Heh,
after that they kept a pretty close eye on me. Made me feel like I
had completed my mission!” He said, fist raised in triumph,
then he fell back to the floor, giggling like a little kid. “But
in the end I hated that they were watching me so closely, so either
way it sucked.”
“I was so weird back then, Duo. You should have seen me!”
He got quiet after that. Probably because of what he had just said.
Yeah, I wish I could have seen him back when he was still little.
It wasn’t my fault though… and it wasn’t Quatre’s.
I just wished I could have gone back… and maybe do ‘something’
to let my brother know I wasn’t dead. I guess it ‘was’
partly my fault, damn… I mean, I didn’t really make much
of an effort to find him until recently. I could have…
Gah! Got to stop dwelling in the past! Quatre was here now! That
is the only thing that matter, ne? OK!
“So what are you doing?” I asked, tilting my head to
try and see what he was cutting out.
His cheeks darkened to a pink and his bottom lip was pulled into
his mouth. “Umm… nothing?” He tried.
I couldn’t help but laugh and ask, “Oh? Is my little
brother doing something naughty?”
He just turned red before yelling. “It is ‘not’…
naughty!”
“Hmmm? Then let me see.”
“Umm… I cant?” He tried again. I just laughed at
his questioning tone and pulled the scrap looking book out of him
hands.
“Whoa! What’s all this?” My eyes widened as I saw
all of the pictures in there. All of one person. Pretty obvious who
that person was, huh? “I didn’t think Trowa was this famous!”
My eyes scanned through the countless pages of Trowa, some of him
in front of his art, some of him being interviewed.
“Duo! Give it back!” I think he was a little too embarrassed
that he had been caught keeping a scrap book of the guy he was gaga
over.
“How long have you had this?”
“Umm… only a couple months.” He mumbled, eyes falling
to the dark grayish carpet.
“Eh? You did all of this in just a month?” There had
to be at least twenty pages… well, most were filled not with
Trowa, but of smaller copies of his art.
“Yeah… Hey! Wanna see something cool?” Forgetting
his embarrassed state, he jumped up, pulling me along with him. “Look
at these!” He pointed to the far wall, where a bunch of pictures
were hanging. “Trowa gave them to me awhile ago!”
I tried hard to hide my amusement at seeing Quatre so excited over
everything Trowa would do. Now that I think about it, every time we
got together the conversation turns to the banged boy. It’s
amazing, he never even gets tired of talking about him so much.
I smirked and pulled Quatre in for a hug. “Why you leaving,
huh? Trowa’s probably going to go… raging elephant without
you!”
He chuckled lightly, and a minute later he sighed. “We have
this stupid business partner friendship making thing, I don’t
know! Ugh, hard to explain… ummm…” His eyebrows
crinkled together slightly. “My father is in good relations
with this big business guy… he has some children and for some
reason my mother thinks it is good show to bring us along to ‘entertain’
their unentertainable children! It really sucks, but we do this every
year.”
“Hmm… how long you going to be gone?”
“Just a couple days, but I wanted you to come see where I’ve
been living. I know you’ve probably been dying to!”
I smiled sheepishly. “Was it that obvious?”
“Uh huh. A lot, a lot. Couldn’t be more obvious.”
Wow, it was amazing to see how much we are alike… he talks just
as fast as I do!
Grabbing his hand I pulled him towards… a door. I think it
was the door I had come in from. “Well then, show me around!”
“Didn’t really think you were all that interested in
my bathroom.” He said, opening the door to reveal that, yes,
it was in fact a bathroom.
“Damn, you’re a slob ya know that?” His bathroom
was pretty…. messy.
“That’s what Trowa says too.”
We spent the next couple hours talking, while I explored his estate
with him following behind, laughing at my stupid comments. The place
was bigger than I realized at first… especially the garden and
pool area. I think the pool was a damn half a mile walk from the house.
For reasons I don’t know. It probably wasn’t ‘that’
far, but everything seems longer when you are walking. Of course,
Quatre had to go and tell me that they have little golf cart looking
vehicles to tote them around. He told me this ‘after’
we walked the long distance to see the huge pool.
Evil I tell ya!
It was around five by the time I decided I should be getting back.
I had taken a leave from work for the day… which meant that
I would have to work extra time on the weekend. But that didn’t
matter really, my little brother was more important. Yup, yup!
“Have a nice flight… or however it is you get to…
the place you are going.” I stuttered, head tilted to the side
as I wondered if they had their own plane.
We were standing out in his front yard, well, right outside the gate.
He had walked me out, saying it was what people did when they had
a guest, show them the door. Well, he showed me the gate, not the
door, but it works, right?
He had really good manners, I soon realized. Though, he only acted
polite in front of other people. When by himself, and just me, he
is hyper and energetic. Kinda acts like a little kid. But when the
maids had walked by, he’d always shut up. I had asked him about
that and he said it was because his parents like to spy on him. It
must have been hard, having so much expected of you at such a young
age.
He was taught everything needed to survive when taking over the company…
that must have been time consuming. His childhood must not have been
what I had hoped for him to have. And there was also the whole fact
that he was adopted… so he probably feels obligated to pay back
the people that took him in.
Whatever his mind state was, it was his problem. I didn’t want
to snoop into his business. If he had a problem, I’m sure Trowa
would always help him. I admit that I was a little sad thinking that
he would go straight to his boyfriend for help… but, I would
actually do the same thing, so I have no room to talk.
Ah! I don’t know if I told Heero I was going here! Woops….
I just ditched him after school. Ah, well, he probably assumed that
I was working. Which I should have been doing, damn it!
“Quatre? Who’s this?” My eyes moved from Quatre
to see that a big black limousine had pulled up. Inside was an strange
looking man, maybe in his fifties? He had dark brown hair and a mean
expression set on his face. I think it was permanently set, because
I don’t think I could picture ‘that’ man ever smiling.
He just looked at us through the rolled down window.
“Father!” Quatre jumped slightly in surprise, but that
wasn’t what I was concerned about. The fact that he had just
confirmed this man to be the one that I had come to hate so much in
so little of time had me clenching my fists. Nails digging into the
palm of my hand as I tried to keep my head leveled.
My eyes narrowed slightly at the man, who seemed to be paying no
great attention to me. More on Quatre, who was probably shaking beside
me.
Shit, what was I going to do? I had it all planned out before. I
would give him a piece of my mind… but… Quatre would get
in trouble. He seemed pretty scared of his father as it was. Damn,
I couldn’t tell him who I was. He’d probably put out a
request to the police and I wouldn’t be able to come within
a mile of Quatre! A restraining order would be a simple thing for
a billionaire to do!
I sighed and started to walk away from the now confused man. But
I stopped short of his hearing distance, and turned to glare at him.
I wasn’t going to leave without saying something!
“Oh, don’t mind me. I’m dead!” I said sarcastically.
I think I could hear a light chuckle from Quatre as I walked down
the road, back in the direction of my home.
I took a deep breath and let out a big sigh. I felt much better now!
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Heero was once again at my apartment when I got home. Once again
sleeping on the couch. I didn’t wake him up this time though.
I just sat down in front of him, watching as his chest slowly rose
and fell to the soft rhythm of his breathing. I wonder how I ever
managed to get someone like him, someone so beautiful, so perfect.
I mean, what is so special about me and my weird long hair? Everything
about me was awkward. My eyes, my hair, my too thin frame and short
height.
Come to think of it, Heero never actually told me just ‘what’
it was he saw in me…
“Will you stop doing that?” I jumped slightly at the
voice filling the quiet room. Heero’s eyes were now open and
staring up at me. I must have spaced out, damn, my mind wanders ‘way’
too much these days.
“Doing what?” I asked dumbly, tilting my head to the
side.
“Your worrying again.” He stated, sitting up and stretching
out his limbs. He kinda looked like a cat, stretching out after its
fifth nap of the day. Heero sleeps too much, its kinda funny though.
“How did you know?” How the hell can anyone tell when
someone is worrying? Is there a certain facial expression I make that
gives it away? Or was I saying my thoughts out loud? That would have
been bad.
“Hn.” Was all he said before pulling me closer to himself,
embracing me tightly. I snuggled into his arms, debating whether or
not to ask him what had been bugging me. His calm voice once again
pulled me from my thoughts. “You going to tell me what you were
thinking about so hard or am I going to have to read your mind again?”
He teased, lightly brushing his lips against mine.
“You never…” My mind suddenly went blank as I stared
up at him. He was smiling down at me with amusement filled eyes.
It was pretty amazing actually, if you compare Heero to that of his
old self. He showed no emotion back when I first met him, and now
he has all these new facial expressions! Though, he still is a little
bit of his old self in front of other people, only with me is he so
open and actually smiles. He has a really great smile, one of those
that you could stare at all day. Well, I could even stare at his frowning
self all day. But that’s just me, I cant help but be a little
obsessed with Heero.
It’s because I love him so much that I finally decided I should
just trust him. He ‘has’ a reason for liking me, whatever
it is, I don’t really need to know. I’m just a curious
person I guess, but I can live without knowing… for now. Yeah,
I’ll probably pull it out of him sometime, just not anytime
soon.
“It’s nothing.” I said, leaning in and pressing
my lips to his. I could hear him moan softly as my hands came to play
with his soft hair. His mouth opened, tongue flicking out to run along
my bottom lip. My lips opened in response and I couldn’t help
but moan back as his tongue thrust into my mouth, kneading together
with mine.
Somehow, I ended up below him again, back to the bottom couch cushions.
We were in the same position as yesterday… but I wasn’t
afraid. Yesterday, right when I was falling asleep, I had heard what
Heero had said… about how he loved me. I had forgotten about
it until now, oddly enough. I guess my mind was too exhausted the
day before to see it as something so important to remember.
“Heero…” My mouth came up to whisper in his ear
and I could feel him shudder above me.
“Are… we going to fast?” He asked, a little hesitant.
His body moved to sit up, so that he could stare down at me. I could
see the uncertainty in his eyes, but could also see that he was definitely
starting to get aroused, from the fact that I was laying underneath
him, hands running over his chest.
My body wasn’t doing so good either. As I stared up at him
from my laid back position, as my eyes ran down his slightly muscled
body, I felt myself start to pant with need. My hands came up to pull
him back on top of me, capturing his lips once again. I wanted to
give him something… to show how much I loved him. I wanted to
feel all of him, which is why my hands were now pushing forcibly at
his shirt.
Before I knew it, we were both left in our boxers, legs entwined
around each other as we explored with our hands. I noticed how Heero
was being extra careful not to brush up against my injuries, even
though they didn’t hurt much any more. His lips left mine to
nibble at my earlobe, then moving down to my neck, sucking on the
pale skin.
“Heero…” I panted, eyes shutting tight as the sensation
washed over me.
“Are you alright?” He was looking at me again, with fear
in his eyes. I think I had frozen up for a second.
“I’m fine.” My eyes didn’t close after that,
I think that was why I was scared before… I wasn’t watching…
my body needed to know what was going on.
A smile fell across my lips and I looked up to him in reassurance,
eyes showing that everything was alright. “Will you make love
to me?” I whispered into his ear, causing him to shudder again.
I smirked, I think he liked it when I did that.
Warmth, even in the cold apartment, Heero once again showed me how
warm he could be. Not the hot feel of his naked body on mine, or the
burn of his mouth placed on my sensitive skin. No… I was amazed
at how delicate… how gentle he was being. How he could manage
to turn me into a puddle of loose limbs by just touching me. His hands,
exploring me, tickling my stomach with his feather light strokes.
I wanted more, and I was almost to the point of begging when he finally
started to prepare me. It was weird, I really wanted to pay attention…
to what he was doing… but all I could do was pant and beg…
for something I didn’t even know what exactly.
Finally, the feeling of him inside me, on top of me, running his
hands all over me. I never wanted it to stop, didn’t want it
to ever end. Wrapped around his body as he showed me… made me
feel…
“I love you.” I whispered slightly between my panting
breaths, right before I saw nothing more, for white light filled my
senses and I gasped loudly.
“Ai shiteru.”
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TBC
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