Revolutinary Duo-kun Part 5
Thoughts

Heero stepped into the dark room and dropped to one knee, bowing his head. The room before him was completely dark, lit only by the scattered stars outside and the moon, which was merely a slit in the sky. Nothing could be seen in the room, save for one figure sitting upon an ornate wooden chair. He held a shinning glass of wine, only half full.

"Master Treize."

The man tipped the glass slightly, as if to study the liquid inside, then took a small sip. He stood up and set the glass on a table near his chair. "What do you have to report to me, my young 'prince'." The word prince seemed almost to be said in a mocking fashion, yet it wasn't.

"Duo has won the duels again. And he shows no signs of giving up."

Zechs stepped out of the shadows from behind the chair, his hair slightly disheveled and hanging in front of his face. "It seems your carefully laid plan with Quatre are now laid to waste."

Treize shook his head, the slightest of movements. "Not at all. I completely expected Duo to win against Quatre once again. It was all merely a test to see how much these 'duels' meant to him. And now I know. He will stop at nothing to win."

"It seems that reminds me of someone else, from before." Zechs glanced at Heero who didn't respond, his head still bowed. Yet a nod from Treize and the young boy stood, waiting for his next orders. Zechs looked back to Treize, straightening his shirt. "So, what now? If your plans are going so perfectly what do you intend to do about that boy?"

"I'll let him win. That's simple enough."

Zechs frowned in thought. "You'll let him win? Surely... would not Trowa or Wufei be a better selection. It seems to me they are closer to what we want..."

Treize walked back over to the table and took a drink from the glass, emptying it. "You misunderstand, old friend. True, the other two are very close to being what we wish. Yet this one, Duo, shows true potential. Once he is broken he will become better then the current prince. The more one values life, the more power they have when they are shown that life means absolutely nothing." Treize looked back to Heero. "Continue with your previous orders. Report to me at any change."

"As you wish, Treize-sama." Heero made a short bow and headed for the door.

"Heero."

He paused as Zechs' voice called out. "I saw you during the duel, you aren't having second thoughts toward the boy are you?"

Heero shrugged. "He is no different then the others. Why should it make a difference to me who wins the duels?" Then Heero stepped back on to the elevator and out of the student council room. As the elevator doors closed behind him a single shape could be seen darting from one shadow to another. Treize and Zechs paid it no heed. They had other matters to... discuss.

~*~

Wufei dropped down into the empty elevator from the emergency door and silently closed the hatch. With stealthy footsteps he left the elevator and raced across the campus courtyard toward the dorms. His mind whirled with thoughts, thoughts and hatred.

Treize was at it again. Hosting his horrible duels and trying to awaken the gundams. It had to be stopped this time! He knew the outcome; he knew the price of participating in the duels. He knew the outcome would never change. He also knew what would happen if Treize awoke the gundams. He had once before, for a few mere seconds and it had spelled catastrophe for all in the area. The other students, the ones who weren't even duelist, were only cannon fodder to that man. Where was the justice in such an action? Using mere children to accomplish a suicide mission. How dare he play god with others' lives! How dare he play god as he had done with Meilan!

Wufei shut the door to his room and clenched his fists tightly. For what seemed like an eternity anger surged through his body, then it slowly faded and he settled into just simply glaring at the wall. This time he wouldn't let it finish. This time he would make Treize pay for Meilan. This time Treize would pay!

Opening the closet doors he pulled out the old student council uniform, the one with the badge fastened to the right breast pocket. He laid it across the back of a chair and sat down at the desk. His eyes wandered to the picture frame at the corner. It was a fancy one, much too frilly for his normal tastes. But she had given it to him, which made it worth more then his own life. Surrounded by a boarder of silver and gold stars was a picture of him and a smiling girl with long black pigtails. She smiled broadly as she had her hands wrapped around his neck, her chin resting on his shoulder. Behind them the sakura trees were in full bloom, that time of the year when you could smell fall coming, summer a breath away from the fall of snow. She had been so happy then... They both had...

"Nataku."

____Meilan raised the sword and glared at her opponent. Wufei watched from the student council balcony, holding his breath. Then she charged, her black pigtails flying out as she darted forward. But her opponent was faster; he stepped out of the way and swung around, slicing his sword at her chest. The rose shattered like glass and all around them light blazed from the eyes of the many gundams. Wufei cried out as the opponent didn't stop. He'd won the duel, why? Why didn't he stop? But Meilan's opponent swung at her once more, his body glowing with the power of the gundams.

Meilan's scream rang out as the sword plunged home. Somewhere in the distance Wufei could hear Treize's voice.

"The gundams have awakened!"____

Wufei slammed his fist into the desk, causing the frame to fall forward, hiding the photo. No, he wouldn't let it happen again. This time he was in the duels. This time he would kill Treize for what he did. This time things wouldn't turn out as before. And if that meant killing the current champion duelist then so be it.

This time Meilan would have justice!

~*~

Quatre sat silently in the courtyard, listening to the birds in the trees above and the sound of the wind dancing among the roses. He seemed to really like this place lately; in fact he'd spent too much time in this garden as of late. Everything happened here. He'd seen Trowa on the very same bench he sat on now. He'd challenged Duo here, and he and Duo had agreed to be friends again here. But now all he could think of was Trowa. How could he have been so stupid as to yell that while they were dueling, while everyone was watching? Now everyone knew. Now he'd never be able to see Trowa again. He was sure that Trowa couldn't even stand to look at him after that. After all, it was unheard of for a boy to love another of his own gender. No one accepted that. Quatre closed his eyes; he should have fought him. He should have kept his mouth shut and just lost.

But I couldn't have done that, he thought. I couldn't have fought Trowa. Quatre sighed and shook his head slowly. He'd ruined it all. All those times he'd spent in the windows above, just watching Trowa sit in the courtyard, fingering his locket. Even all those times in the student council room where he'd tried to hide that he couldn't take his eyes off of Trowa. Now Trowa knew. And now Trowa hated him. He'd ruined it all, he was sure of it.

He didn't even think he could show up at the student council again. Not only had he ruined a possible friendship but he had also destroyed whatever chance he'd had to see who was in that locket. It was something that had bugged him ever since he'd seen it and how much Trowa cared for it. Who was in the locket? Who could be that important to him? Quatre wished he knew. Just that one thing and he would have been happy. But now his curiosity would continue to haunt him and he'd never know.

Beside him on the bench he heard someone sit down. Quatre quickly wiped his eyes, hoping whoever it was hadn't seen he'd almost been crying. Opening his eyes he looked up, Quatre gasped as he saw who it was.

"Trowa-senpai?!"

Trowa offered only a small smile, nothing more. For a long moment the two just sat there watching each other. Quatre was afraid to move, afraid to breathe; afraid he would shatter the moment. Why was Trowa here? This wasn't possible, it couldn't be. Quatre reminded himself to breathe as Trowa reached down the front of his own shirt and pulled on the golden chain. A second later the locket emerged. Trowa reached behind his neck and unclasped the chain, dropping the locket into Quatre's hands. With the softest of touched he closed Quatre's trembling fingers around the cool metal.

"Nani..."

"Open it," Trowa said quietly.

Quatre looked down at the locket, his hands still trembling. Slowly he opened his fingers and fumbled at the metal. He was so afraid of breaking it he almost dropped it, finally it opened and his throat went dry. The picture inside was quite small yet had perfect detail. It had been clipped from a class photo. The face in the picture was smiling brightly, his blond hair and blue eyes gleaming. The smile seemed to consume the entire photo, a smile that would lighten even the darkest of days. Quatre swallowed slowly as he stared at his own face enclosed within Trowa's locket.

"But you..."

Quatre's voice dropped off as Trowa's hand lightly touched the side of his face. Quatre looked up and met Trowa's deep brown eyes. Those eyes seemed to say everything and yet nothing. Trowa's face drifted closer and then their lips touched. Quatre's first thought was to pull away in surprise, but he didn't. Instead he closed his eyes and offered no resistance. The locket slid from his hand to the ground, among the many roses, but neither cared. The kiss was the only thing that filled their minds. Hands wrapped around each other and both forgot they sat in the middle of the campus garden. The world could have ended and neither would have noticed.

The moment was all they cared about. The kiss was all that mattered. Fulfillment of a dream that neither had ever dared to wish was true. And now the wish had come true, and it was better then either had ever dreamed.

~*~

Duo glanced up as Heero entered the room. He grinned widely and made the motion of blowing a kiss. "Ohiyo He-ko." Then he burst into snickers. Heero schooled his expression and kept his hands still, but that one comment made him want to kill the boy. It took a few seconds but his temper eventually melted away with Duo's laughter. Heero noted that amazingly the American's homework was spread across the small table and he actually seemed to be working on it. Both stared at each other, waiting for the other to break the silence. Finally Heero walked over to the table and dropped the large box on top of Duo's books, causing a small amount of loose-leaf papers to drift onto the floor. Duo ignored them and gave Heero a puzzled look, then he grinned.

"Aww, Heero, you got me birthday gift. You shouldn't have."

"Hn." Heero glared and walked over to the window, leaning against the sill with his arms crossed. Was that one ever serious? Most likely not, he acted as if seriousness was a fatal disease.

Duo ignored the angry boy in the corner and eagerly ripped the package open, hardly able to contain his curiosity. He lifted away the top and gave a low whistle. Before him, folded expertly, was a student council uniform. Ornate black embroidery wove around the boarder of the pure white jacket. Besides the jacket there were a set of pants, white boots, a white vest and white dress shirt. Duo pulled each out carefully, his grin growing larger as he spotted each piece. After inspecting each one to make sure they weren't figments of his imagination he stood up and glanced at Heero.

"Am I a member of the Student Council now?"

Heero shrugged. "I don't decide these things."

"Is that a yes or a no?" Duo asked, but then he turned away from Heero and started to change into the new uniform, forgetting the question. To his surprise the uniform fit perfectly and it was one of the most comfortable things he'd ever worn. He turned back and forth in the mirror, examining the uniform with a wide grin on his face. Finally he turned to look at Heero.

"Pretty good looking, ne?"

Heero narrowed his eyes and looked away.

A knock sounded at the door and both turned toward it in unison. Duo walked over and opened the door. Heero's eyes widened as he saw who stood at the door.

Wufei glared back, dressed in his purple student council uniform. For a moment the two just stared at each other, Wufei's hatred becoming an almost tangible thing. Duo broke the silence quickly, as if he hadn't even noticed the silent exchange between the two. Heero was pretty sure he hadn't noticed.

"Wufei, right? You were at Quatre's." Heero noticed Duo's grin had faded, then he had noticed the boys' reactions. It was obvious Duo didn't like this. But at the sound of his voice Wufei looked back and met his eyes. He reached forward and handed a purple rose to Duo.

"Tomorrow night, justice will be done."

Duo frowned and took the rose. "We'll see."

And then Wufei was gone.

That night Heero tossed and turned in bed, loud thoughts haunting him from years ago...

A smiling face. A swing of a sword. A scream from the face. A scream from above. A flash of bright light.

Heero's eyes snapped open, a silent yell on his lips. But the images were gone. He didn't know what had awoken him so violently. Somewhere deep inside himself he felt cold anger. Cold anger ready to strike out, but at who? Heero ran a hand through his hair and laid his head back on the pillow, closing his eyes once more. It didn't matter. Whatever it was wasn't important if he couldn't remember it. Yet as he drifted off to sleep a face burned into his mind, the figures of the gundams glowing behind it.

Below him Duo slept on, unawares.

TBC...

 

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