Finally got around to this...
Dec. 17th, 2001 09:02 pm | Elrond If I were a character in The Lord of the Rings, I would be Elrond, Elf, ruler of Rivendell and father of Arwen. In the movie, I am played by Hugo Weaving. Who would you be? |
Dec. 17th, 2001
"What... did... you... do... to... Duo?"
Whitetrash!Duo blinked and stared at the angry Japanese boy looming over him. "Uh, Ah think there's a problem here, because I'm Duo."
This was the wrong answer. WT!Duo knew this because he got another punch across the face for it. But this time, a firm hand gripped his chin and forced him to look over to where the tall guy with the funny hair was holding the girl in his arms. Maybe they were sweethearts. He didn't know.
"HIM." The Japanese boy snarled out. "What did you do to HIM?"
"I dunno whatcher talkin' about... Ah didn't touch that little girl."
This time the solid fist caught him the solar plexus and WT!Duo's last thought before passing out was, Damn... had to hit me in my weak spot...
Whitetrash!Duo blinked and stared at the angry Japanese boy looming over him. "Uh, Ah think there's a problem here, because I'm Duo."
This was the wrong answer. WT!Duo knew this because he got another punch across the face for it. But this time, a firm hand gripped his chin and forced him to look over to where the tall guy with the funny hair was holding the girl in his arms. Maybe they were sweethearts. He didn't know.
"HIM." The Japanese boy snarled out. "What did you do to HIM?"
"I dunno whatcher talkin' about... Ah didn't touch that little girl."
This time the solid fist caught him the solar plexus and WT!Duo's last thought before passing out was, Damn... had to hit me in my weak spot...
Because I couldn't leave you hanging...
Dec. 17th, 2001 11:28 pmWhen WT!Duo woke up, he found that he was sitting in a straight-backed chair. Well, not just sitting in it. He'd been trussed up tighter than a Thanksgiving Turkey to the chair. The ropes that bound him to the chair were unneccessarily tight, he could feel his arms and legs going numb.
And he was gagged.
Moaning from the pain in his head, WT!Duo shook his head to clear his vision. What was happening in front of his eyes was like some weird dream.
The not-a-girl was laid out on some sort of sofa, still unconscious. As she (he?) laid there, WT!Duo couldn't help but admire the way she looked in that school uniform of hers. Of course, the girls *he* had known would get thirty whacks of a ruler for being dressed like this girl, but she was still damn pretty. Then WT!Duo noticed that her head was pillowed in that angry Japanese boy's lap. He was saying something softly in a language he didn't know, stroking his fingers through the girl's long pigtails. It looked an awful lot like he cared about her. But wasn't she with the funny-haired guy? Well... maybe he was her brother? He was leaning against the back of the sofa, his arms crossed and his head bowed down. Looked like he was sleeping standing up.
Sitting on the floor, holding one of the girl's hands was the blond boy from before. WT!Duo's eyes narrowed at the sight of him. First the scrawny kid... jumped... him in the music room like a rabbit in heat, and then he was beating the shit out of him not an hour later. The blond boy was cracked.
"He's awake."
WT!Duo jumped at the voice behind him and turned his head. The Chinese kid with the sword was there. He didn't seem very happy as he walked over to the sofa and sat on the arm of it closest to the girl's head. This meant he was sorta leaning against the Japanese boy and WT!Duo thought that was too close for comfort.
Coal-black eyes stared at him coldly. "We should have used handcuffs instead of the rope. If he's anything like our Duo, he could free himself quickly."
The blond shook his head and looked at WT!Duo. "It's alright, Wufei. The Wing is locked down. No in. No out." WT!Duo couldn't help but shiver. Something about that boy's eyes wasn't right. "Besides... we would have had to use the good cuffs, and then burn them because they touch *him.* Would you like to explain to Duo why our best set of handcuffs was destroyed?"
Wufei shook his head. "That's a fight I know I'll lose, Quatre." Then he turned to the funny-haired boy. "Trowa? Are you sure of what Duo said?"
Trowa looked up and nodded, one long arm reaching down to brush the girl's bangs away from her face. "I did. If Duo wants revenge personally, I say he gets it. I am not a coward, but I'm not going to face Shinigami if I don't have to."
"What do you think Duo is going to do?" Quatre asked. There was a note in his voice that seemed to gleeful, and WT!Duo realized that the blond had not looked away from him ever since he had woken up.
Wufei shrugged. "Justice. Of course, knowing Duo... it's bound to be the messy, painful, prolonged kind." Wufei glanced at WT!Duo and smirked. "I hope he lets me watch."
"What do *you* think Duo will do, Heero?" Quatre asked the Japanese boy. WT!Duo gave an involuntary jump. Heero? That raving psycho was "Heero-kun," the guy with the nice mother? What the hell had his Writer done, sending him to this nuthouse?
Heero didn't raise his eyes from the girl's face, but his voice was flat. "Duo will do what he thinks is best." Then he started to stroke the girl's hair again.
Everything lapsed into silence, broken only by Heero's quiet muttering.
Then, the girl's body convulsed, shocking everyone in the room. Quatre jumped to his feet, and Trowa and Wufei stood at ready positions as well. Heero clamped his arms down, protectively holding the girl's body as she thrashed.
"What's happening?!" Wufei exclaimed. "What did that bastard do to him?"
The girl's body convulsed again and a harsh moan of pain escaped her lips. Then her body flashed. Gone was the school uniform; in its place was some sort of military uniform done in black and green. Another flash. Leather pants and a mesh shirt. Another flash. Black jeans and a red pullover. Another flash. A pair of black silk boxers.
That particular one stunned WT!Duo as he realized that the girl really WASN'T a girl. He was a boy. And he looked exactly like him.
Flash. The school uniform.
Flash. The jeans and pullover.
Flash. The military uniform.
Flash. Black priest's clericals.
Quatre gasped, grabbing his chest in pain. "He's... Duo's trying to find a stronger mode!shift. He can't wake up in his crossdress!mode. It's too weak. But... the Writer's geas forbids him to use anything buy uke! or slut!modes!"
Trowa frowned. "But aren't all of them too weak? If Duo can't find the right Mode, he'll burn himself out."
Heero's eyes narrowed, his arms still tight around Duo's body. "Duo!" he called out to the unconscious boy. "Duo! Shift to uberslut!mode! It's the only way!"
With one final shudder and flash, Duo's body collapsed in Heero's arms. His slim body was clad in black cargo pants and no shirt. WT!Duo could see the flash of something gold against his chest.
Duo moaned, one arm raising up to his head. He sat up slowly in Heero's arms, blinking his wide violet eyes. He turned in Heero's embrace, looking at his friends in confusion. As he turned, WT!Duo's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. Across Duo's back was a large tattoo of a pair of black bat wings that ran from shoulder to waist.
"Oooohhh... shit... Why the hell do I feel like I've been through the wringer?"
Duo was immediately glomped by his boyfriends. "Guyz!" he exclaimed, flailing an arm, "Hey! A guy likes to know he's loved, but this is a bit much, doncha think? What's up? Why are all of you looking at me like tha--"
Duo broke off and stared at his double.
Violet eyes narrowed.
"*YOU*," he hissed.
And he was gagged.
Moaning from the pain in his head, WT!Duo shook his head to clear his vision. What was happening in front of his eyes was like some weird dream.
The not-a-girl was laid out on some sort of sofa, still unconscious. As she (he?) laid there, WT!Duo couldn't help but admire the way she looked in that school uniform of hers. Of course, the girls *he* had known would get thirty whacks of a ruler for being dressed like this girl, but she was still damn pretty. Then WT!Duo noticed that her head was pillowed in that angry Japanese boy's lap. He was saying something softly in a language he didn't know, stroking his fingers through the girl's long pigtails. It looked an awful lot like he cared about her. But wasn't she with the funny-haired guy? Well... maybe he was her brother? He was leaning against the back of the sofa, his arms crossed and his head bowed down. Looked like he was sleeping standing up.
Sitting on the floor, holding one of the girl's hands was the blond boy from before. WT!Duo's eyes narrowed at the sight of him. First the scrawny kid... jumped... him in the music room like a rabbit in heat, and then he was beating the shit out of him not an hour later. The blond boy was cracked.
"He's awake."
WT!Duo jumped at the voice behind him and turned his head. The Chinese kid with the sword was there. He didn't seem very happy as he walked over to the sofa and sat on the arm of it closest to the girl's head. This meant he was sorta leaning against the Japanese boy and WT!Duo thought that was too close for comfort.
Coal-black eyes stared at him coldly. "We should have used handcuffs instead of the rope. If he's anything like our Duo, he could free himself quickly."
The blond shook his head and looked at WT!Duo. "It's alright, Wufei. The Wing is locked down. No in. No out." WT!Duo couldn't help but shiver. Something about that boy's eyes wasn't right. "Besides... we would have had to use the good cuffs, and then burn them because they touch *him.* Would you like to explain to Duo why our best set of handcuffs was destroyed?"
Wufei shook his head. "That's a fight I know I'll lose, Quatre." Then he turned to the funny-haired boy. "Trowa? Are you sure of what Duo said?"
Trowa looked up and nodded, one long arm reaching down to brush the girl's bangs away from her face. "I did. If Duo wants revenge personally, I say he gets it. I am not a coward, but I'm not going to face Shinigami if I don't have to."
"What do you think Duo is going to do?" Quatre asked. There was a note in his voice that seemed to gleeful, and WT!Duo realized that the blond had not looked away from him ever since he had woken up.
Wufei shrugged. "Justice. Of course, knowing Duo... it's bound to be the messy, painful, prolonged kind." Wufei glanced at WT!Duo and smirked. "I hope he lets me watch."
"What do *you* think Duo will do, Heero?" Quatre asked the Japanese boy. WT!Duo gave an involuntary jump. Heero? That raving psycho was "Heero-kun," the guy with the nice mother? What the hell had his Writer done, sending him to this nuthouse?
Heero didn't raise his eyes from the girl's face, but his voice was flat. "Duo will do what he thinks is best." Then he started to stroke the girl's hair again.
Everything lapsed into silence, broken only by Heero's quiet muttering.
Then, the girl's body convulsed, shocking everyone in the room. Quatre jumped to his feet, and Trowa and Wufei stood at ready positions as well. Heero clamped his arms down, protectively holding the girl's body as she thrashed.
"What's happening?!" Wufei exclaimed. "What did that bastard do to him?"
The girl's body convulsed again and a harsh moan of pain escaped her lips. Then her body flashed. Gone was the school uniform; in its place was some sort of military uniform done in black and green. Another flash. Leather pants and a mesh shirt. Another flash. Black jeans and a red pullover. Another flash. A pair of black silk boxers.
That particular one stunned WT!Duo as he realized that the girl really WASN'T a girl. He was a boy. And he looked exactly like him.
Flash. The school uniform.
Flash. The jeans and pullover.
Flash. The military uniform.
Flash. Black priest's clericals.
Quatre gasped, grabbing his chest in pain. "He's... Duo's trying to find a stronger mode!shift. He can't wake up in his crossdress!mode. It's too weak. But... the Writer's geas forbids him to use anything buy uke! or slut!modes!"
Trowa frowned. "But aren't all of them too weak? If Duo can't find the right Mode, he'll burn himself out."
Heero's eyes narrowed, his arms still tight around Duo's body. "Duo!" he called out to the unconscious boy. "Duo! Shift to uberslut!mode! It's the only way!"
With one final shudder and flash, Duo's body collapsed in Heero's arms. His slim body was clad in black cargo pants and no shirt. WT!Duo could see the flash of something gold against his chest.
Duo moaned, one arm raising up to his head. He sat up slowly in Heero's arms, blinking his wide violet eyes. He turned in Heero's embrace, looking at his friends in confusion. As he turned, WT!Duo's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. Across Duo's back was a large tattoo of a pair of black bat wings that ran from shoulder to waist.
"Oooohhh... shit... Why the hell do I feel like I've been through the wringer?"
Duo was immediately glomped by his boyfriends. "Guyz!" he exclaimed, flailing an arm, "Hey! A guy likes to know he's loved, but this is a bit much, doncha think? What's up? Why are all of you looking at me like tha--"
Duo broke off and stared at his double.
Violet eyes narrowed.
"*YOU*," he hissed.