Kel: *whines* I dun wanna!

Duo: Do it. You promised.

Kel: I dun WANNA, Duo!

Sephy: *testily* Stop complaining and TYPE!

Kel: *moodily* Dun wanna...


DISCLAIMER: Dude. They ain’t mine. They’re theirs, know what I’m sayin’? The lyrics? I’m colorful, but not THAT colorful! The lyrics belong to Limp Bizkit. Beware, for Fred Durst is Duo’s favorite singer!
PAIRINGS: 1x2 and 3x4 no da!
STATUS: Songfic
WARNINGS: Angsty, I think. Lotsa cursing. Relena bashing by request of Duo.I’m doing this to appeal Duo’s fragile ego. This and the other one, My Way... *glares*
Duo: *defensively* I have a lot of honor to uphold!


//It's a fucked world
A fucked up place
Everybody's judged by their fucked up

{Duo passed by a group of punk teenagers, head buried in his book as he walks passed. The punks watched him quietly as he passed, whispering vulgar and crass things behind his back. The leader of the gang grinned ferally and waved for his group to follow the braided boy into on empty alley way. They all snicker and grinned in preparation as they followed the bulky gang leader into the alley way.}

//Fucked up dreams
Fucked up life
A fucked up kid
With a fucked up knife//

{Duo is cornered in the alley way, a defiant look spread across his face as the gang of delinquents harassed him, calling him names such as pretty boy and fag. With a scowl of disgust he murmured his own choice words, angering the boys immensely. A few brought out various hidden weapons such as small hand guns and knives. Duo showed no fear, the eyes of Death staring through his violet orbs.}

//Fucked up moms
And fucked dads
It's a fucked up a cop
With a fucked up badge//

{A group of Oz soldiers passed by, merely sparing the group of delinquents a glance before going on their way to the nearest bar. Why waste their time stopping something so simple when they could be getting drunk instead? The braided boy was as good as dead anyway.

Duo grinned cockily before flashing his own weapon, going as far as firing and skimming one boy with a true aimed bullet. The gang, not prepared for a fight, ran out of the alley way to leave the boy alone, yelling nasty curses and rude remarks behind them as they ran with their tails between their legs. Duo shook his head, sighing before placing his gun in his pants and walking toward the safe house.}

//Fucked up job
With fucked up pay
And a fucked up boss
Is a fucked up day//

{The Gundam Pilots scurried around in the house during a particularly rough storm, nailing boards to the leaky walls and placing pots under the dripping leaks in the roof. Duo complained loudly about their current residence; Heero shook his head and replied in a slightly annoyed tone that it was the only think they could afford. With all the moving around, he barely had a chance to hack into the Oz funds and filter money from them.

Duo began to curse in multiple languages, throwing around nasty remarks about the Mad Five, Oz, and life in general. The pilots were in a somber mood the rest of the stormy night as they listened to the winds howl and the house creak loudly.}

//Fucked up press
With fucked up lies//

{The pilots watched the news in grim silence, the media greatly exaggerating their “ruthless, cold-blooded killing steak”. Quatre, the one with the greatest guilt, looked like he was about to burst into tears. Instead he buried his head into Trowa’s turtle neck and refused to look at the grieving families and horrid battle ground flashing across the T.V. set. Duo growled angrily, clutching Heero’s hand as if ressuring himself that his koi was still there. Wufei sat silently in one corner, fixed in his dark musing.}

//Hey, it's on
Everybody knows this song
Hey, it's on
Everybody knows this song//

//Fucked up babes
Who fucked up sex
Fake ass titties
On a fucked up chest//

{Quatre walked down the run down street, trying his best to ignore the bright neon colors proclaiming love hotels, whore houses, strip bars and the like, keeping his head down and his hands firmly shoed into his pockets. His eyes caught a girl who was at least a year younger then himself, sporting huge breasts and skimpy, almost-not-there clothing and fishnet stockings. She winked lewdly and his cheeks turned a brilliant shade of crimson as he sped up in his journey to the safe house.}

//We're all fucked up
So whatcha wanna do?
With fucked up me
And fucked up you//

//You wanna fuck me like an animal
You'd like to burn me on the inside
You like to think that I'm a perfect drug
Just know that nothing you do

Will bring you closer to me//

{Relena squealed in delight when she found Heero once again, throwing herself into his arms and burying her face into his chest. She didn’t see his face twist in disgust, nor did she see the twitch in his trigger finger signaling his need/wish for a gun. All she knew was the warmth of his skin and the musky smell of gun oil and outdoors. If she knew he had just been romping in the outdoors with Duo in a very delicious manner, she would have been appalled and offended. But she didn’t, so she basked in that scent for as long as she could, Heero being her whole world for those precious moments.)

//Ain't life a bitch?
A fucked up bitch
A fucked up soul with a fucked up stitch//

{Duo made a face at Relena’s back, tempted to slap the back of her head in hopes that sense would find it’s way to the girl it seemed to skip. Couldn’t she see that they were in the middle of a date? Didn’t she care that she was ruining one of the most cherished days of his life?}

//A fucked up head
It’s a fucked up shame
Swinging on my nuts
It’s a fucked up game
Jealousy filling up my fucked up mind//

{Jealous. Yes, Duo wasn’t passed that emotion. He was angry and jealous at Relena for touching HIS koi. HIS lover. He was angry at her for interrupting THEIR date. THEIR time together; time that they seemed to have so less of. He clenched his teeth and fists, sorely tempted to pick up the nearest heavy object and bash the Peacecraft over the head with it. Be he cooled and settled for an off-the-wall grin that didn’t reach his anger-filled amethyst eyes.}

//It's real fucked up
Like a fucked up crime
If I say "Fuck", two more times
That's forty six "Fucks" in this fucked up rhyme//

//It's on
Everybody knows this song
Hey, it's on
Everybody knows this song//

//You wanna fuck me like an animal
You'd like to burn me on the inside
You like to think that I'm a perfect drug
Just know that nothing you do
Will bring you closer to me//

{And while Relena clung desperately to an irate-looking Heero, Duo dreamed of times when they’d be alone. Chances when Relena finally got a clue. And the occasional daydream of someone finally assassinating the bitch. That is, AFTER she helped them gain peace.

Until then, he smiled.

Until then, he laughed.

Until then...}

* * *


Kel: Gak! *looks at Duo in panic* You want me to POST this monstrosity?! Are you JOKING?

Duo: You said you’d make it up to me. Two song fics of my choice. You have one more to go.

Sephy: *snickers* I bet Kel will never anger Duo in this way ever again.

Kel: *moodily* Damn straight. *sigh* C&C welcome, although I doubt you’ll have anything to say... The things I do to cheer up my muses...

Proud Member of DHML
Owner of Chiisaishi-Duo and Sephy
Keeper of the Secret to Heero’s Spandex and Where He Puts That Gun (and I’m not telling!)
Trickster of the Infamous Downsville High School(infamous... ch’!)
Liar of the Last Thingy Above
Member of PHA (Pepsi-Holics Anonymous)
Slave-Driver Buster (Who ya gonna call? Slave-Driver Busters!)
Original Daddy’s Girl
Supplier of Sephy’s Alcoholic Needs ^.^
And last but not least... Hentai Queen of Downsville! Wahah!


“Heeeeeerooo! Hurry up and come KILL me!”
“Hn. Mission accomplished.”


All romance novelists are perverts. If they weren’t perverts, characters would never get to third base, much less home.


“Duo on bottom.”
“No, Heero on bottom.”
“No, DUO on bottom.”
“No! Heero on bottom!”
“Duo?! You too?!”
*knock!knock!knock!*”Sis, who’re you talking to?”
“.... Nobody!”


“Argh! Kel, stop making up these sigs! You’re givin’ us headaches!”
“... I think that’s the point, Duo...”


“Am not.”
“Am NOT!”
“AM NOT! Shut UP, Sephy!”
“DAMNIT, Duo...!”


“Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup...”
“You’ve been imagining yourself in ‘Survivors’ again, haven’t you?”
“.... Not really. Just thinking about _Wu-chan_ in ‘Survivors’...”
–-random act of actually talking to my muses in the middle of class and thinking about that guy who basically said ‘if you die, we’re eating you!’ *grins*

Two roads diverged in a wood
And I–
I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference
-–Robert Frost, how I describe my unusual way of thinking.

“The only way to get somewhere is to start from where you are.”
“*snort* You got that from a poster.”
“.... Shut up, Sephy...”


“C’mon, Duo, it’s not the end of the world. Sixteen is a great age!”
“*wailing* I’m getting older! See, there’s a wrinkle! Hee-koi’s gonna HATE me! Waaaah!”
“*sweatdrop* You can’t possible be having a midlife crisis NOW.”
“Look at it this way, Duo-chan... Be thankful it’s only another birthday creeping up on you.”
“*sniff* How?”
“*solemnly* It could be your underwear.”
“*identical sweatdrops from two different sources* Kel no BAKA!”