[Fic: GW] The Night Club 12/?
Title: The Night Club 12/?
Fandom: GW
Rating: PG
Characters: Duo, Hilde, Trowa, Heero
Notes: ----> 11.
***
For a moment Heero looked awkward, he opened his mouth but no words came out for a several seconds. "I'm sorry," he muttered, not looking at Hilde. "I'll replace the door."
"Damn right you will," Hilde snapped, walking past Duo and waving a finger in Heero's face. "And what the hell are you doing kicking down someone's door? That's so rude! I could have you arrested for vandalising my property, you ass!"
"I - I'm sorry," Heero said, shuffling and staring at his shoes.
"I don't care if you are looking for Trowa, get the hell out and stay out," Hilde demanded, placing her hands on her hips and giving Heero a foul glare.
Heero straightened and shook his head, "I can't do that."
She gaped, "Of course you can. Step backwards one step and keep on going. I believe in you."
"Quatre wants to speak to you, Trowa," Heero said, looking at Trowa. "Come with me."
"And if I don't?" Trowa asked softly, walking to where Hilde stood and using his height against Heero quite effectively.
"Then I'll be happy," Heero grinned, clenching his fist.
"He should come and see me himself, if he really wants to," Trowa replied but his stance changed into something more aggressive.
"Stop!" Hilde yelled, standing in between the two testosterone filled men.
"Yeah, stop!" Duo said. "This isn't your place. If you want to fight do it some place else."
Heero swung his gaze to Duo. "I'll want to speak to you after this," Heero said rather coldly.
"What?" Duo started and then frowned at Heero. "Back off, buddy. Just because we fucked doesn't mean you own me."
With that Heero and Trowa left the apartment. Hilde was left staring at the shattered remains of her door with horrified dismay. "My door," she whimpered again. "My beautiful door."
***
It was behind the apartment block that Trowa and Heero fought. Heero wasn't sure who threw the first punch but it didn't matter because soon he was dodging Trowa who seemed to have gotten even better in the time he had been away.
"You should have told us something, Trowa!" Heero yelled, kicking Trowa and dodging the hit that Trowa tried to score in on his gut. "We would have helped you! Quatre would have done practically anything for you and you threw that away!"
"Stop talking," Trowa grunted, jumping back as Heero tried to pin him to the ground. "I had my reasons. I've found my family. My real family, Heero and I couldn't have found my family if I had stayed here, under Dekim Barton's control."
Heero was breathing heavily as he glared at Trowa. "Was it worth it then?"
"Yes," Trowa murmured, giving Heero a cool look. "I think it was. Quatre may have wanted to help me, but he has to help himself before we can be together."
"They've broken their engagement, Quatre and Dorothy, is that you meant?" Heero asked, wiping at his bloody lip. It stung and he winced.
"In part," Trowa said. "I heard that there was bombing at his night club."
"Dekim," Heero said, as if the name was the most horrible, terrible curse word.
"I thought so," Trowa said. "He wants me dead, you know."
"I know," Heero said, shrugging, "We all have burdens to bear."
Fandom: GW
Rating: PG
Characters: Duo, Hilde, Trowa, Heero
Notes: ----> 11.
***
For a moment Heero looked awkward, he opened his mouth but no words came out for a several seconds. "I'm sorry," he muttered, not looking at Hilde. "I'll replace the door."
"Damn right you will," Hilde snapped, walking past Duo and waving a finger in Heero's face. "And what the hell are you doing kicking down someone's door? That's so rude! I could have you arrested for vandalising my property, you ass!"
"I - I'm sorry," Heero said, shuffling and staring at his shoes.
"I don't care if you are looking for Trowa, get the hell out and stay out," Hilde demanded, placing her hands on her hips and giving Heero a foul glare.
Heero straightened and shook his head, "I can't do that."
She gaped, "Of course you can. Step backwards one step and keep on going. I believe in you."
"Quatre wants to speak to you, Trowa," Heero said, looking at Trowa. "Come with me."
"And if I don't?" Trowa asked softly, walking to where Hilde stood and using his height against Heero quite effectively.
"Then I'll be happy," Heero grinned, clenching his fist.
"He should come and see me himself, if he really wants to," Trowa replied but his stance changed into something more aggressive.
"Stop!" Hilde yelled, standing in between the two testosterone filled men.
"Yeah, stop!" Duo said. "This isn't your place. If you want to fight do it some place else."
Heero swung his gaze to Duo. "I'll want to speak to you after this," Heero said rather coldly.
"What?" Duo started and then frowned at Heero. "Back off, buddy. Just because we fucked doesn't mean you own me."
With that Heero and Trowa left the apartment. Hilde was left staring at the shattered remains of her door with horrified dismay. "My door," she whimpered again. "My beautiful door."
***
It was behind the apartment block that Trowa and Heero fought. Heero wasn't sure who threw the first punch but it didn't matter because soon he was dodging Trowa who seemed to have gotten even better in the time he had been away.
"You should have told us something, Trowa!" Heero yelled, kicking Trowa and dodging the hit that Trowa tried to score in on his gut. "We would have helped you! Quatre would have done practically anything for you and you threw that away!"
"Stop talking," Trowa grunted, jumping back as Heero tried to pin him to the ground. "I had my reasons. I've found my family. My real family, Heero and I couldn't have found my family if I had stayed here, under Dekim Barton's control."
Heero was breathing heavily as he glared at Trowa. "Was it worth it then?"
"Yes," Trowa murmured, giving Heero a cool look. "I think it was. Quatre may have wanted to help me, but he has to help himself before we can be together."
"They've broken their engagement, Quatre and Dorothy, is that you meant?" Heero asked, wiping at his bloody lip. It stung and he winced.
"In part," Trowa said. "I heard that there was bombing at his night club."
"Dekim," Heero said, as if the name was the most horrible, terrible curse word.
"I thought so," Trowa said. "He wants me dead, you know."
"I know," Heero said, shrugging, "We all have burdens to bear."