Another Murder of Crows
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Title: Another Murder of Crows
Part: 15/?
Author: Karen
Disclaimer: Besides the fact that I don't own GW, I don't own the
name 'Dirk Diggler' either. It belongs to the creators of 'Boogie
Nights'. Awesome movie. Wufei's song lyrics were created by my beta--
reader DD! (I'm not the one for writing music)Thanks girl!
Warnings: Profanity, yaoi, alcoholic beverages, and...hell, I don't
even remember any more. Just a slight squirt of citrus. Not much
though.
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Another Murder of Crows: Part 15
"Rock me baby! Rock me all night long!" Duo sang loudly, hanging out
of the window while Sally drove and screamed...er...sang along with
him. The capital of Sanc wasn't very big, but at the same time we
didn't know where Frog's Lane was, and it was already night, which
made driving down a solitary road to a six block street
coined `Frog's Lane' because you can bar hop all night didn't make me
feel any better.
"Rock me baby! Rock me all night long!" Duo quickly flipped himself
on his back, his head in Sally's lap as he stuck both of his feet out
of the window, and used his thumb as a microphone which both he and
Sally sang into. I glanced to Wufei who only rolled his eyes at me
and leaned forward to shout at the two of them.
"Are you sure that's loud enough?! I can still hear out of my right
ear!" His only answer was Duo flipping onto his stomach now while
still singing to his thumb, Sally providing the backup vocals.
"Morons," he muttered, smiling at me. Then his expression turned
cautious. "Quatre, what's wrong? You've been quiet all night."
I scratched my head nervously before I whispered–well–stage
whispered, because of how loud Tina Turner's voice boomed through the
car, to Wufei what was bothering me.
"I–I was in the garden when you had your, um, conversation with Odin."
He looked as if he saw a ghost. "What–how? I didn't see you. What
were you doing there?"
"I was there first," I said defensively. "I was sitting on a bench
underneath that oak tree when you two barged in on me!"
"Quatre, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put you on the defensive. I just–
it was something that no one else was supposed to hear, that's all."
"I know, and some things that should not have been said, since he
hasn't even proposed yet." I said more softly, so that only Wufei
could hear.
"You don't approve?" he asked curiously.
"I don't approve about how its being done. It's like he's doing this
to be mean, not because of love." Wufei seemed to understand.
"I'll talk to him later–"
"No, I will."
"Are you sure, Quatre?"
I bit my lip so hard I almost broke the skin. "I'm positive."
"What are you two looking so glum for?" Both of us shot up to see Duo
and Sally peering at us.
"Uh, nothing Duo, I couldn't make up my mind what kind of drink I
wanted, but now I'm positive I want a Long Island ice tea."
He raised an eyebrow. "Quatre, you know you're a terrible liar."
I rolled my eyes, knowing that acting is my only way out of this
mess. There is a lot going on that I don't want to explain. "Yeah
Duo, I know I'm a bad liar, you know I'm a bad liar, everybody knows.
Now can we go so that I can get my drink or what?"
I could see in his face that he really didn't believe me, but that he
would go along with it anyway. "Whatever Cat, but if you want to talk
to me, just say the word."
"I know I know I know. Let's go already!"
We all just about fell out of the short black limo, it was so close
to the ground. Leaving it parked down the street from the first bar,
we waded through the busy street, seeing college students taking a
break from studying, or just young adults like us trying to relax
from a rough work week. The first place that had the misfortune of us
entering was a kareoke bar. We were surprised that we actually got a
booth, the place was so packed. Soon enough a waiter came to us,
taking our orders.
Sally ordered a club lime soda, Wufei had a cherry coke, Duo asked
for a pina colada, and I asked for the Long Island ice tea. When he
checked our ID's, he only stood there with a hand on his hip, looking
at us grimly.
"Is there a problem?" I asked. I really wanted my drink. It's hot in
here, probably from all of the people moving about...
"Yeah, there is," he said smugly. "I'm supposed to believe that your
name is Jupiter, and that his," he pointed to Duo, "is Dirk Diggler."
I glanced at his name tag and almost jumped out of my seat in
rage. "Uh, your name is Sox."
"Yeah, so?"
"So!" I shouted. Actually, I had to shout. The music started up and
someone was wailing at the microphone. "So, your name can be Sox, but
mine can't be Jupiter?"
"That's right. Now if you all get out of here, I won't have to throw
you out."
I felt a slight tap on my shoulder, and turned to see Wufei holding
out my badge. Duo already had his. We stood up and flipped our badges
open so that he could see our names. "Actually, you are right. My
name is Quatre Raberba Winner, and I'm one of the Preventers'
leaders." The way a Preventer badge is made, there is no way to forge
it, thanks to Heero. So when he saw it, his jaw immediately dropped
to the floor. He knew we had the genuine article.
"Yeah asshole," Duo said, handing his back to Sally so that she could
put it in her purse, "and we would like our drinks sometime tonight."
"Oh yes sir, right away!" And off he went. I handed mine to Sally,
where she tucked it into her purse for safety. I heard Wufei snicker,
and I turned to face him. "What's so funny?"
"The expression on his face was priceless," was all he said as he
continued to laugh. I didn't care though. It was good to see him
smile and laugh. If I had to scare that man to the point of death to
make him smile then so be it.
After a few drinks, the night took a turn for the worst. Sally and
Duo went on stage to sing. The thing is, Duo can sing. I mean he has
a beautiful voice, but he doesn't sing like he can when in public.
The only reason I know he can sing is because I've overheard him a
few times, or caught him singing to himself. Right now though, he
just wants to goof around and have fun. So, standing on stage, he and
Sally started out with a song from the movie `Robin Hood: Men in
Tights' where he was Robin Hood and Sally was Maid Marian. They
actually acted out the parts. It would've been really funny...if we
didn't know them.
"Help me my ancestors." I heard Wufei mutter under his breath. It was
getting crazier. I almost died when Duo came over to our table,
trying to give me a lap dance while singing `Arabian Nights' to me
from Aladdin. Even though Duo was only playing, I've had quite a few
propositions from other members of the audience–male members, and I
really wanted to kill him. Of course, when Sally did her solo, she
laid across our table, singing `Like A Virgin' while pulling on
Wufei's clothes and flirting with other audience members. I felt a
little bit of the pressure lift off of me and onto him. I'm not the
only one being royally embarrassed tonight.
Little did I know, my last statement would be in vain. The waiter
soon appeared, again, making sure we had everything we wanted. He has
really been kissing our behinds since he found out who we really
were, but he still overlooked the fact that three out of four of us
were still not old enough to drink. That was a mixed blessing.
He returned a short time later with a tray full of shots of about
five or so. Wufei removed the shot glasses from the tray, and took
them to the head one at a time. After he downed the fifth drink, he
placed the glasses back on the tray, where Sox disappeared with them,
and turned to me with an undignified burp, staring. "What?"
"Fei, what did you just drink?"
He shook his head to clear it a little. "Vodka, I think. At least
that's what I asked for."
"What?! Wufei, you don't drink, at all, and now you're taking shots
like that? Did you have it straight or did you ask him to put some
water in it?"
"What? Water? Why would I ask for water?"
"Oh no," I groaned, and let my head fall on the table. As soon as I
did that, another man walked by, tucking a slip of paper under my
hands with his name, number and address on it, before stumbling away.
I lifted my head slightly and glanced at the paper, before turning
around to see the man stand in the doorway, give me a wink and a very
unsexy lick of his lips before he stepped through the door. Crumbling
up the slip, I threw it into my empty glass and dropped my head on
the table once again, before the waiter came by to take the glass up
and leave a fresh drink.
"Duo, I am SO going to kill you."
***
An hour later we were still at the kareoke bar, laughing at the other
people who were brave enough to step on stage. I was enjoying myself
tremendously. It felt good to be out and about, away from the office,
from work, from my responsibilities, everything. We need to do this
more often. Finally, the last person came down and the MC called for
someone else to sing.
"I'll dooo it." Wufei slurred.
"Uh, Fei, you're not entirely sober," I whispered as I stood up from
my seat, helping him out of the booth.
"Nooooo, I want. I want to siiiiiiiing. For my ba~by." He stumbled
hard on the way to the stage, nearly falling over on the stairs. I
turned to Sally to try and convince her to help me get him back down
here, when I saw her dig in her purse and pull out a camera. So much
for asking her. Duo was actually cheering and giving out cat calls,
so I know he will not be of any help. Guess I'm outnumbered on this
one.
Wufei didn't even wait for the MC to explain anything to him. He
blatantly shoved him off the stage and grabbed the mic, not even
waiting to pick out any music, singing to his own drunken splendor.
// Wu-bear, Winnie the Wu-bear!
Looking for swords, climbing Natuku trees.
Wu-bear, Winnie the Wu-bear!
Ranting about Justice all day, complaining about onna's too! //
All the men in the audience roared in laughter at Wufei's lyrics. The
women mostly pouted and tried to boo him, but shut up immediately
when he took his shirt off. A few cat calls erupted, then Wufei
unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, allowing those AND his boxers to
drop to the floor.
"Holy shit, Fei!"
Duo's outburst made me realize that yes, Wufei did drop his pants in
front of a crowded room and that no, this wasn't a nightmare, this
was actually happening. Before I even knew it, I was on stage,
pulling his clothes up all the while he was trying to walk away,
wanting to look at some bright neon light.
"Ooooh, pretty colors..."
"Fei, stand still so that I can...uh...uh...get your pants up." I
glanced to our booth and saw Duo on the floor, rolling around in
laughter, and Sally taking pictures like it was her second job. The
audience also found it funny, with loud cheers and applauding, and
the occasional whistle added to the noise. I wanted to die.
Finally, I got his pants up and escorted him down the stairs, where
audience members patted us on the back or blew kisses in our
direction. Steering him to our booth, I threw down more than enough
money for our drinks, grabbed Sally's purse, and half dragged–half
carried Wufei out the door and into the street. Sally followed close
behind me, practically carrying Duo. He was laughing so hard that he
couldn't even stand up straight.
"Wow....I mean...man...that...was...classic," he finally managed to
pant.
"We should go on back. He is not in any condition to stay out without
getting into trouble–"
"No, Quatre. I'll take him home. You and Duo can stay out if you want,
but you'll have to catch a cab."
"That's fine," Duo said, "we'll probably be too wasted ourselves to
drive back. It's better that way."
"All right. See you guys later." And with a tittering Wufei on her
arm, they left.
After maybe half an hour of aimless wandering, we found a club that
seemed to fit our...interests. Staring at the yellow and green neon
lights that gave `Jumpin' Jacks' a spotlight on this compressed
street, Duo and I entered the building, going from the noisy
rumblings of honking horns and shouting to the pounding of loud music
and bright lights. Now this is what I'm talking about.
"Are you ready?!" Duo turned and hollered at me, his cross and green
glitter shining sporadically when the lights hit him.
"I was born ready!" I hollered back, my silver glitter and ring
shining in a similar effect. Duo completely unbuttoned his shirt, and
stretching his hands behind his head, I reached up and held his
hands, both of our hands over our heads, and together we walked down
the stairs like that, swaying and grooving to the heavy beats and
bass of Madonna's `Don't Tell Me.' As we walked through the crowd to
the bar, I could hear the murmurs under the breaths of the other men
in the club, and could feel the slightest touches they gave us on our
chests, hands, backs, even thighs, and it sent me on a high like I
have never known.
It feels like static electricity when someone you
don't know touches you like that. You can feel their desire through
their fingertips, you can smell it on their breath, you can see it in
their eyes, and that is an incredible power and rush you have over
that person. You are the master and they are the slave. I felt so
sexy and desirable, knowing that I could have anyone I want in here,
whenever I want, however I want.
We finally made it to the bar, where we released each other's hands,
but made sure to stay close together. A place like this might be fun,
but that won't stop anybody from trying to put something in your
drink, especially since this crowd looked about 25 years old and
older. Even though we dressed up, we still looked our age, and
someone might try to take advantage for us, mistaking our youth for
being naive.
"What do you want?" The bartender shouted, seeming a bit drunk
himself.
"A Fuzzy Navel." Duo said.
"I'd like an Amaretto Sour please?" The bartender smiled pleasantly
and immediately got our drinks before wiping the bar down and going
to another customer. Duo and I leaned against the counter, drinks in
hand, and perused over the crowd, watching some people dance, or
others sit back and talk amongst themselves. So far everything seems
cool, nothing too garish or troublesome going on, just a bunch of
people trying to relax and have a good time.
A few drinks (and a slight buzz) later, the music started to pick up.
The next song played was from Rob Zombie's `Dracula'. Quickly
finishing my drink, I held out my hand to Duo, who took it, and
escorted him down the aisle to the middle of the dance floor. We did
the same routine as always, maybe standing four inches away from each
other, but not touching, and danced as seductively as possible. The
music was fast and hard, causing us to thrash our heads about, my
hair falling in my eyes and Duo's hair whipping all about him, some
coming partially out of the ponytail holder. My hands would be raised
above my head, doing nonsense patterns in the air, before coming down
and running them over my chest, stomach and behind, then resting them
on Duo's hips.
Duo did the same thing more or less, as we danced feverly, not for
ourselves but for those watching us. Like Duo said, tonight the world
revolved around us, and I wanted to bask in it. I thrived in the
attention we were receiving, and couldn't wait for someone to ask me
for a dance.
The next song began immediately, this one called `Living Dead Girl'
by the same artist. Duo and I were still dancing together when I felt
the heat of another body behind me and a pair of nails digging
themselves in my leather pants, raking themselves up my thighs.
Somebody else approached Duo and he started to dance with him, so I
focused on the person behind me. His breath was cold against the back
of my neck, but I enjoyed the shiver that ran down my spine. My
fingers dug along the back of his blue jeans as his hands roamed over
my chest and neck. Once he got to my face, his thumb trailed along my
lips, adding a bit of pressure on them. I opened my mouth and gave
the digit clearance, sucking on it and enjoying the flavor of bubble
gum.
He pulled out his thumb and ran the slick appendage down my neck when
I felt something wrong. The room, the music, everything, seemed a
mile away from me. The lights weren't as bright, the music wasn't as
loud; all of my senses dimmed dramatically. The next thing that I was
aware of was me being guided out of the club, my capturer still
behind me, weaving in and out of the crowd. Suddenly, there was a
loud screech and slam, like a door being opened and closed, and a
cool breeze blew along my chest, signaling that we were outside. The
droned out sound of laughing and noise meant that we were outside–in
an alley.
My back was pressed against the brick wall of the building, my
eyelids fighting to stay up. His hands wandered all over my body, his
teeth nipping and grazing at my neck and chest. My hands clung to his
back, kneading the muscles. This is what I wanted, actually. To be
touched. To have someone do anything I want, anything that I ask them
to do. I didn't want to fight this at all.
Curiosity won out though, when I wanted to know who my might–be lover
is, and I cupped his face in my hands and lifted his head up to see
who he was.
He had the bluest eyes I have ever seen. Just looking at them sent a
shiver coursing through me. I was about to say something, who knows
what, when he leaned down and kissed me. Hard. At first, I wanted to
drown myself in it, until I remembered the familiar taste.
He tasted like that guy at the mall. He tasted like Duo did two years
ago. He tasted like that man in my dream.....
Without even thinking I brought my knee up, knocking him back for a
moment. The adrenaline was rushing through my blood, but something
was still wrong with me. My vision was very fuzzy around the edges,
causing me to squint, and my reflexes and movements seemed to be
slower and jerky. He recovered quickly and made a lounge for me, when
another fist came into view and knocked him back. Something grabbed
me on my shoulders and spun me around. That something was Duo.
"Quatre, are you alright?!"
I saw Duo look up fast before he pushed me aside. I hit the floor in
a big heap, none too gently, and saw out of the corner of my eye that
the guy was on top of Duo, trying to strangle him. I got up as fast
as I could and ran at him, knocking him off of Duo, and sending us
both crashing to the ground. I landed on my stomach, face down, and
before I could move he was sitting on my back, about to grind my head
into the asphalt. At that point I couldn't move.
I heard some grunting, before I saw Duo land right next to me, hard
on his back. The force of how hard he landed knocked the air out of
him, causing him to arch his back in pain as well as cough up some
blood.
"Duo!" I screamed and reached out my hand to touch him when I felt
our assailant's fingers intertwine in my hair, and my head being
pulled back, then....nothing.
A body flew into the garbage cans, knocking them all onto the ground,
with two actually rolling away. Peering over my shoulder I saw Heero
standing there, his jeans and white t-shirt with his black trench
coat blowing in the breeze. Trowa stood maybe half an inch away from
him, appearing completely calm. At least Heero seemed upset.
"Get lost." Simple, but effective.
I couldn't see the guy's face, my vision was really starting to black
out, but I could feel the sneer he gave Heero before crawling to his
knees and slithering away. An arm wrapped itself around my waist and
I was hoisted up to my feet. Heero picked Duo up and together they
half carried us to Heero's suburban. Duo and I were heaved in the
back seat where Heero drove and Trowa sat in the front. Before we
pulled off though, I guess Heero couldn't resist giving us a glare on
general principal, before honking at some party goers crossing the
street and pulling away from the curb.
***
"Oh, so you think you would've been coherent enough to call a taxi!
You couldn't even put the guy into a decent choke hold, Duo!"
"Heero, give me a break! Shit, I'm tired, I'm sweaty, and I'm drunk.
Me and Cat weren't planning on getting into a fight tonight, okay?! A
few drinks, some dancing, maybe some sex, and we would've called it a
god damn night! Why were you following us anyway?"
Duo and Heero have been arguing ever since we got on the road. I was
trying to fight off whatever was wrong with me, my stomach kept
rumbling, somehow agitated by the alcohol, even though I didn't have
very much, and Trowa stayed quiet, not surprisingly. I felt like an
elephant was sitting on my head. Uhg. And their shouting wasn't
helping me either. "You guys, you're not even a foot away from each
other, you don't need to shout!" This last part was said a lot louder
than my head liked, so I shut my mouth, trying to hold my head
together.
"Quatre, I don't even want to hear anything from you. That guy was
about to open your skull when we arrived!"
"You still didn't answer my question! Why were you and Barton
following us?"
"Duo, I do have a first name..."
"Oh you shut the fuck up! I'm NOT talking to you! This is between me
and Heero. Why you're even here is a mystery to me–"
"Duo, I swear to your God that I'm kicking your ass when we get back!"
"Bring it on soldier boy!"
"Guys, pull over. I'm gonna throw up."
"What? Quatre, you didn't even have that much to drink..."
"Pull OVER unless you want pina colada on your seat!"
"Wait, wait, wait! I'm pulling over. Shit!"
Heero pulled the car over and before it even came to a complete stop
I bolted out the car, emptying my stomach alongside the road. Duo
jumped out right after me and held some of my hair out of my face,
rubbing a soothing circle on my back. I do this WAY too much.
When I was finished, I wiped my mouth with the back of my sleeve, and
stood up. Heero and Trowa were standing very still, scanning the
area. I looked back at Duo, and noticed him doing the same thing.
Glancing around, I found that we weren't alone. The area Heero pulled
over in was very bare. I mean, there was plenty of grass, but that's
about it. No trees, no bushes, nothing. The bright light from the
moon illuminated black bulky things in the grass. Whatever they were,
there was a lot of them. Fifty, maybe more. Another thing was that it
was totally quiet. Crickets weren't chirping, and the fireflies
weren't out. It seemed as if that whole area was dead. Nature is
quiet, but there is such a thing as being too quiet. This quiet was
unnatural.
"Everybody in." Heero didn't have to say it twice. Duo and I didn't
have a problem booking it into the suburban. Drunk or not, we knew
trouble when we saw it. Once we locked the doors and fastened our
seatbelts, Heero drove off sharply, speeding us ahead.
Duo was looking out the back window at the field we just left,
staring at something.
"What is it Duo? What was that?"
He turned to me slowly, his usually bright and cheerful eyes flat and
dull. In Shinigami's voice, devoid of any emotion, he said, "It's
another murder of crows."
©2001 by Karen. Please do not remove without permission.
