A Murder of Crows
Title: A Murder of Crows
Part: 5/12
Author: KKChitown
Status: Final
Category: Fic
Rating: R
Warnings: Some limey Duo and Quatre action (yeah!) but it's not what
you think folks :) Sweet Wufei, and Quatre puts his foot down with
Heero ( 'bout time!) Weird supernatural violence, if you want to call
it violence, language, but if you made it this far, you should be
okay.
Remember: LIME, maybe an orange or strawberry, I don't know. I
don't consider it a lime but others might. Better safe than pissed.
Feedback: You betcha
Disclaimer: Don't own them, yaddah yaddah yaddah
Notes: I am a huge 1x2, 3x4 fan, but I like to jump them around in
each others bed from time to time. Makes things more interesting. ~_^
A Murder of Crows: Part 5
By KKchitown
Once again, I was enchanted, but this time not as strongly. I
couldn't break eye contact, but I was able to move somewhat. Even
though he was using his `force' through Duo's body, it was still
Duo. I could feel him banging against an invisible sheet of glass,
his mouth screaming my name over and over, telling me to run, begging
me to run away from him, and telling me he is sorry. He is fighting
hard, but he is no match for this....being.
"Quatre, Quatre, Quatre," he repeated my name, each time whispering
softer, testing it against his tongue. He licked his lips in a very
seductive way before calling me by my next best name, "Cat."
I could feel something boil in my blood. Nobody calls me that except
Duo. Duo doesn't even call me that around any of the other pilots
except Wufei. That is a very personal, intimate way of Duo
expressing his feelings of friendship for me and this guy is using it
as a sex game.
The anger was doing really good for me. I couldn't break eye
contact, but I managed to unbuckle my seatbelt and push myself
against the door of the wagon, searching for the handle to open the
door without looking. I'm guessing that Krahe, it could only be him,
felt the change in my attitude.
"I'm sorry," he cooed, "I didn't realize that that would upset you so
much. I will never do it again." Once again that repulsively sweet
smile was across Duo's face.
I didn't stop. I found the handle on the door and started to open it
when he quickly reached across and slammed down on the door lock,
resting his hand against it.
"Quatre, please," with this the smile faded from his lips, his eyes
full of sorrow. "I would never, ever, hurt you. I want to be with
you, forever."
With that said, he moved from the drivers seat and sat in the
passengers seat next to me, one of his legs practically on my lap. I
was pressed against the car door so hard I'm surprised I didn't melt
right through it. Now that he was sitting so close to me, I could
feel the heat radiating off of Duo's body. His nose was against
mine, his lips lightly touching my lips. My breath started to come
faster and shallower now, no matter how hard I tried to keep it
normal. I felt his breath run across my upper lip, and his
fingertips lightly tracing my lower belly. In the pit of my stomach
I had a tingling sensation. My body started to react. No!
Then, Krahe pressed his, or rather Duo's lips against mine. Adding a
little more pressure, he parted my lips to allow his tongue to lick
and tickle the roof of my mouth. I was so trapped in his ecstasy
that I closed my eyes and helped him slide the coat off of me. Once
that was done, I slide his coat off of him. Roughly, Krahe plunged
his hands through my hair, first caressing then pulling gently while
kissing and biting at my neck. I panted, unable to catch my breath.
It felt as if he was trying to suck all the air out of my lungs,
which is probably the case. With one hand still in my hair, the
other began pulling on my collar, ripping my sweatshirt. He massaged
the part of my chest that was exposed as he kissed me again, sucking
out all of the life that I had left. I can still feel Duo beating on
the glass, his hands covered in his blood, dripping into blackness.
He was getting weaker, and I still couldn't help him. He nor I
wanted to die like this. Allah.....please.....
"Duo, Quatre what the HELL ARE YOU DOING??!!!" Wufei's voice
thundered through the entire area, the crows leaping into flight at
being startled. I could see in my mind's eye how Wufei grabbed some
snow from the ground to put over his nose to stop the bleeding. Duo
let up, hissing from anger at being disturbed. The next thing I said
made me realize his trap.
"Oh Tro-wa."
I opened my eyes to be met with very surprised violet ones. "Who is
Trowa?" The husky voice demanded. Then the surprise turned into a
confused look, as he pulled my hair hard, forcing my head away from
his face. A look of sheer and utter pain covered his face as I heard
Duo's voice cry out, "Run god damnit!"
I knew that was my signal. With my right arm I forced my elbow
through the window, shattering it to pieces. Duo's left hand was
against the roof of the vehicle, supporting himself, and his right
hand was still firmly glued to my hair. I let out a heart wrenching
scream, I know it, for the fear of losing my best friend and losing
myself. Suddenly strong, heavily coated arms were around my chest,
trying to pull me out through the window while I was unsuccessfully
trying to worm my hair out between Duo's fingers. Wufei was
screaming loudly, calling for Heero and Trowa, and I was screaming
for the absolute hell of it.
Duo was too weak to fight. Right then he kicked Wufei in the face
with his left leg away from the wagon. With his hand still planted
firmly in my hair he bashed my head against the dashboard twice. I
fought to hold on to reality, because the impact was really hard, but
not hard enough to put me all the way out of commission.
I could feel myself being pulled across the seats and out of the car.
He was carrying me. Looking up I saw Duo's face, but behind his eyes
where his spark would be, there was nothing. A sob was torn from my
throat and I closed my eyes, which were welling up with tears. Duo
was dead.
Extending my head over his forearm, I could see Wufei laying on the
ground, unconscious. At least he was alright. The sound of
crackling ice attracted my attention to where we were headed. Krahe
was making his way to the corner of the pond that I fell through
earlier. I wish I could say that I was angry or afraid, but I
wasn't. Instead of fighting or trying to make reason, I wanted to
know the significance of this pond. What is it about this place that
it has to be my grave?
A rusty sled slide its way in our path and Heero and Trowa jumped
off. Krahe stopped where he was, I'm sure staring them down.
"I am not interested in you, only him."
Saying that he dropped the arm that was supporting my legs so that I
landed on my feet, somewhat standing on my own.
"You are not going anywhere, *especially* with him." Trowa growled,
clenching his hands in tight small fists and stepped forward to us,
Heero not far behind him.
"Duo, what do you think you are doing? I thought he was your best
friend?" Heero asked, not betraying anything on his face.
"Best....friend?" Krahe seemed a little puzzled at that. I wondered
if he even knew what a best friend was. Suddenly he turned towards
me, confusion on his face. "Duo was your best friend?" I know for
sure now. He thought Duo and I were lovers.
Of course, I didn't answer him. Why talk to your enemy? This has gone
past the point of no return. I couldn't forget or ignore what has
happened these past few days, even if I did want to. I tried to glare
at him, but my face muscles didn't want to work with me. Plus,
someone was leading a marching band complete with a parade through my
head. I at least have a mild concussion.
"Fine, I grow tired of this," he snarled. Even though I was seeing
double, this much was clear. Time had slowed down just for me.
Duo's body slumped to the side and fell, landing face-first on the
ice. Standing in his place was the new and improved Krahe, head and
all. I could feel my jaw drop, almost unhinging itself, but I know
Trowa and Heero would not be impressed.
"Like I said, I am not interested in you, only him!" This must have
been his battle cry, because all of the crows in the area swarmed
around to attack them, forming a blacker blanket against the already
black night sky. I tried to run to help Trowa, but a hand caught the
back of my hair, sending me crashing on my back on the hard surface
below. I sprang on my feet, in another feeble attempt to get to
Trowa, but Krahe grabbed my face to force me to look at him. I
clamped my eyes shut, shaking my head violently to wretch it free
from his grasp. Without warning the images forced themselves to the
front of my mind: Duo's face, his pounding on the glass, Wufei laying
hurt on the snow, Duo laying on the ice...lifeless. Trowa's death?
This is all my fault.
"NOOOOO!" With all the strength I had left, I charged Krahe, running
him to the corner of the frozen pond. Another shove and he allowed
himself to fall onto the ice, but not before reaching up and wrapping
his hand in the torn part of my sweatshirt. Before his back even
touched the icy floor, it parted for him, and he landed splashing
water up around his body. I stretched my arms and legs out like the
figure X to find something to keep me out of the water. My arms
barely reached across the huge hole made by him. I could feel his
weight pulling me down, and the sweatshirt getting soaked and
bunching up on the back of my neck. My head was already submerged,
and I fought to keep my shoulders from following but it was no use.
I was running out of air.
My eyelids were fluttering open heavily, my grip on the ice and
reality slipping when two strong hands secured themselves around my
waist and in one powerful pull yanked me out of the water. My
forehead hit the corner of the hole and my now bare chest was laying
flat against the ice. I rose to my knees, but someone was shaking my
shoulders and screaming something, I don't know, I couldn't hear it
or make out the lip movements because my eyes weren't focusing.
Without another thought, I swung and hit that person square in the
jaw, turning on my feet to run. The cold water thoroughly soaked my
hair, dripping down my chest and back. My now cut up chest stung, I
couldn't feel my ears anymore, and I was shaking so badly it was hard
for me to breathe. My eyes barely cracked open, I stumbled forward,
fighting to get away. There was a grey haze that seemed to be
hovering in my line of vision caused by the freezing temperature of
the water and head trauma. While stepping off the ice pond I managed
to trip over a clump of frozen snow and watched as the white ground
reached up to catch me and the world faded quickly to black.
***
It happened again. Wufei was laying sideways in the snow, unmoving.
Duo was face down on the ice. Looking at his hand, it was a pale
blue color, and his body was very rigid. I stood up from squatting
beside him to face in front of me. Heero's white shirt was totally
red, his eyes wide open with the look of....shock? Shock on Heero's
face? Maybe. Then I turn my head to the left to see Trowa, his eyes
closed as if he was sleeping, laying back against a tree. His throat
has been slit. I stumbled back in disbelief. Something dropped to
the ground, landing heavily on my foot first. I reached down and
picked up my machete [2], covered in blood. I did it. I killed them
all. I stared at the mess I created when the feel of ice cold hands
rested themselves securely on my shoulders, with a pair of icy blue
eyes looking into my soul, smiling so sweetly.......
"AHHHHHHH!" I screamed from my toenails. I can't believe I did this.
My arms were flailing around wildly, but someone was forcing me
down. I tried to push them away, but they were too strong, so I
started weeping. It was all I could do. I killed the only people
who could and do understand the pain and suffering I was enduring.
"Quatre, wake up! It's just a bad dream!"
"Huh, wha-" I woke up and stopped struggling at hearing my name
being called. I cracked my eyes slowly open to see a very concerned,
and worried Wufei.
"Wu-Wufei, you're alive."
"For the time being," he responded. Sometimes, I really don't like
his responses. This is *definitely* one of those times. Forgetting
what he said, I sat up and wrapped my arms around his neck, sobbing
loudly and thanking Allah that he was okay. He haphazardly returned
my embrace. Of course Wufei is not the physical type, but I am glad
that he is allowing me this. I need it.
"It's okay Quatre. I'm okay. It's okay Quatre. I'm okay." His words
became a litany to me, and I focused on the sound of his voice until
I had calmed down enough to release my hold around his neck. Sitting
back, I sheepishly smiled, while he wiped a lingering tear away from
my cheek. Even more embarrassed now, I forced myself to look him in
the eye when I noticed the dark blue mark that took up the half of
his face, with traces of blood outlining his nose.
"My goodness Wufei, does it hurt?" I lightly traced the bruise across
his cheekbone with my index finger where he had been kicked by.....
"Duo! Where's Duo, Duo! DUO!" I screamed. I remember now, how I was
in the car waiting and Duo...oh no please no.
"Quatre, what the hell are you doing?" He seems to say that a lot
doesn't he? "Stop screaming. He's in the other room resting. However,
he's vital's are not very stable."
The hot tears were once again rolling down my cheeks. Duo was dying,
and it was all my fault. Of course we all run the risk of dying in
battle, majority of it from self-destructing, but that is different.
I don't know what Krahe's intentions are, but I know they less than
noble.
"I want to see Duo."
"Quatre, you're hurt pretty badly. You might have a concussion, hold
still so I can see.."
"No! I want to see Duo now!"
I forcibly pushed Wufei away from me. He flew back a couple of
steps, grabbing on to the bedpost for support. The surprise on his
face let me know that he was shocked at how strong I was. Nothing
short of death was going to stop me now, and even that wouldn't be
enough.
I stumbled into the hallway, leaning against the wall. Wufei came
from behind me and wrapped my right arm around his shoulders, one arm
around my waist, the other holding my wrist. Coming to Duo's room,
with my left hand I frantically twisted the knob and tried my best to
shove the door open. I guess fussing with Wufei took the last amount
of energy I had out of me. He kicked the door opened, revealing the
incredible sight before me. Heero was sitting next to Duo's bed in a
chair, holding his hand. All Wufei and I could do was stand in the
doorway in shock. I don't even think he heard us.
The drapes were wide open, allowing the moonlight to shine on him.
His skin looked very pale, the light caressing his skin to give a
bluish tint to it, but he is perfect. His hair was unbraided,
sprawling around him in the bed like a veil. His chest was bare, but
I could see something dark underneath the sheets that were over him.
Despite the fact that he is a soldier and claims to be Shinigami, Duo
is incredibly beautiful. I guess you would have to be beautiful in
order for your victims to give their souls over to you, in death.
Looking into Heero's face, he had that same stone cold expression,
but I know for sure he loves Duo. I can see it in his eyes, how they
are scanning his face, memorizing every detail, afraid that he may
not be able to watch him sleep again....
Wufei released his hold on me, allowing me to make my way towards the
bed. I carefully climbed on top of the mattress so as not to disturb
Duo. I dragged my lower body across the bed, sliding in next to
him. Heero quickly reached over and picked up Duo's hair so I
wouldn't lay on it. Slowly, he let the hair slip from between his
fingers, to fall over the sleeping boy's chest. I pulled the covers
up to the middle of my side and wrapped my arm around his stomach.
Heero gave me one of his death glares, this one really really
deadly. Any other person would have dropped dead, but with the past
few days that I have had, there was no way I was backing down from
this. I glared right back at him. My patience and sweetness was
given a thorough shove out the window for tonight.
I could hear Wufei shift uncomfortably, feeling the tension singing
through the air. I know he feels I have gone crazy, I'm usually not
this aggressive, but just because you are stronger than everyone else
does not mean you should bully them right? I was not going to be
bullied.
Trowa's footsteps stopped short of the foot of the bed. I can see
the image before him: me in bed with Duo, arm around him. Heero
holding his hand, glaring at me while I glare at him. Looks like the
setup for a catfight.
But I was extremely tired, and this wasn't doing either of us any
good. So, still glaring at Heero, I told him the truth. "He is my
best friend, Heero. You know that and I would never hurt him, so stop
giving me that look. I am not trying to take him away from you, even
though he is not yours to begin with, and I am not going to fight
with you for his affections. If your so concerned YOU lay next to
him!"
I was awarded with a gasp from Wufei. I thought he'd be bleeding
Niagra Falls by now. Guess I don't know him as well as I thought.
Heero's face went from the perfect soldier mode to a very gentle,
compassionate cast. I kept my glare up however, not really trusting
what he was going to do next. Expect the unexpected with him. At
this time, Heero nodded his approval and got up, squeezing Duo's hand
before placing it down on the bed. Reaching behind him, he pulled
out his 8 millimeter, checked it and stuck it in the back band of his pants.
He stared at Duo one last time before leaving. Where he was going I
didn't care, but Wufei followed him out closing the door behind
them. Trowa came and sat down in the chair next to the bed, arms
crossed across his chest with his eyes cast down.
I noticed how quiet the night really was. We were in Duo's room, so I
didn't have the view of the pond and the tree, but I had the feeling
that Krahe and the crows were going to be quiet tonight. Not in the
sense that they are noisy, but for whatever reason there isn't a crow
tracking me down to Duo's window, which is relief enough for me. And
Trowa's presence, along with Wufei probably on duty with Heero, even
though I'm mad at him, I know they will not let anything happen to
us. I have nothing to worry about.
I should pray.
I drew my hand back from across his waist to engulf his crucifix in
my palm. It was a gorgeous cross, completely made of silver. Duo
told me that they had to ration everything back on L2, but Father
Maxwell gave it to him for the anniversary of Duo living with them.
It was one of the father's crosses. The four edges of it were almost
shaped like three leaf clovers, but each clover were spread out from
one another like on a crown, if that makes any sense. The cross
itself had a miniature cross engraved in the middle of it, and the
entire thing was the length of your middle finger, and the width the
size of the index finger.
The moonlight shone across it, kicking the silver across the room in
little strands of white light. The jewel on my ring shone, emitting a
pale lime green color into the air. I enjoyed the mixture of white
moonlight, with silver and the green intertwining in the air, like
they were dancing to their own song. I held the cross so tightly in
my hand I think I might've cut myself, but that doesn't matter.
Barely audible, I started praying for him like he was praying for
me. Not his prayer though, no no no. Something in my language, but
that cross is very special to him. It is his strength, so I will let
it be mine.
After a few minutes I finished, still holding on to the cross,
letting myself go to sleep. I can't be of use to anybody if I am not
strong enough. So I rested my forehead against Duo's shoulder,
letting the sound of the harsh winds beating the window be my sheep.
Duo moved a little bit, making himself more comfortable
unconsciously. His heart beating against my chest at regular
intervals let me know that he was over the hill. But I had the
sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that the worst was yet to
come, as Trowa shifted in his chair and Duo faintly whispered in his
sleep, "Forgive me, Quatre."
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[2] A machete is a large, heavy knife used for cutting sugarcane and
underbrush and as a weapon. My father use to use it for cutting
branches off a tree in our backyard. I would say it's the size of a
small sword, and one of my favorite knives.
Also, I know that Duo's cross is gold, but I wanted it silver. I got
the cross image from my brother, because that is what his cross looks
like. I am trying to get the digital camera to work so that I can
show a picture of it. It is the most beautiful cross I have seen, but
its silver.
© 2000 by KKChitown. Please do not remove without permission.
