[Fic: GW] The Night Club 14/?
Title: The Night Club 14/?
Fandom: GW
Rating: PG
Characters: Duo, Heero, Dekim, Mariemaia
Notes: ----> 13.
***
When Heero came up the stairs, dawn was breaking through the windows and he was nursing the bloody nose. Hilde was no where in sight but Duo was sitting on the sofa, watching the TV with the sound not on. Heero stood by the entrance way awkwardly for several minutes and Duo continued to stare at the TV.
"You can come in, you know, there's nothing to stop you," Duo said, shifting on the sofa but not looking at Heero. "Why are you still here, anyway? Don't you have to do Quatre's bidding? Or beat up another person?"
Heero coughed and stepped inside the apartment. The door had been cleaned up and was in several plastic bags. "A replacement door will be sent over in a couple hours. I just thought that you would want to know."
"Is that all you want to say?" Duo asked after several seconds had passed. He switched the channel to a cartoon and watched as a giant bat was embraced by a silvery moon.
"Yes," Heero said and winced. He wasn't sure why but he was pretty sure that was the wrong thing to say.
"I see. Bye then," Duo said. Heero didn't move and Duo finally turned around. "Goodbye, Heero," Duo said finally. There were dark shadows under his eyes. It was clear he hadn't slept.
"Bye," Heero said gruffly, walking backwards and nearly knocking into the bags of shattered door. "Bye," he said again. But Duo didn't say another word, just watched the TV noiselessly.
***
"Sir?" A man asked. Dekim didn't look up from the newspaper he was reading. "Sir, reports have come back confirming that Trowa Barton is indeed back in town. He's currently staying with Quatre Winner." Dekim didn't move an inch. "Sir?"
"Leave, now!" Dekim barked, newspaper thrown in great waves of paper at the man. The man fled and yet the door was shut quietly behind him. Dekim stood up, his face red with rage. "Take another of my boys away from me, will you Winner? You'll pay for this! You both will!"
"Did Quatre Winner do something wrong?" Mariemaia asked, staring at her toast. It was barely touched.
Dekim's eyes narrowed. "Yes," he said, nodding his head vigorously. "He was responsible for Treize's death, your father died because of Quatre Winner's insane... desires."
Mariemaia's lip quavered. "What are you going to do?"
"Would you like to know, Mariemaia?" Dekim murmured, sly eyes on Mariemaia.
She nodded in quick jerks. "I don't want my father's murderer to get away with his crime, Grandfather. That would be wrong. And you've told me that wrongs have to be punished."
"Yes, that's right. Your father would have been a great man if it wasn't for that blasted Winner boy. The whole family is crackers. The father was peace loving loon with twenty nine daughters! But not one a debutante, as is tradition is this city. That man didn't know a bloody thing!" Dekim muttered, shaking his head in disapproval.
"He died too, not too long, right? Quatre Winner's father?" Mariemaia asked, looking up at her Grandfather.
"The man was old, stroke, could have happened to anyone. You hear me?" Dekim muttered. "Your father could have been President!" He looked at her and shook his head. "Now I have to wait at least another thirty years before I have the chance again..."
"But what about Qu - my father's killer?" Mariemaia murmured.
"I have something special planned for him," Dekim promised, eyes alight. "Now get to school. You'll be late and I won't make any excuses!"
Mariemaia nodded and ran out of the room. As she exited, she bit her lip and clenched her hands nervously.
Fandom: GW
Rating: PG
Characters: Duo, Heero, Dekim, Mariemaia
Notes: ----> 13.
***
When Heero came up the stairs, dawn was breaking through the windows and he was nursing the bloody nose. Hilde was no where in sight but Duo was sitting on the sofa, watching the TV with the sound not on. Heero stood by the entrance way awkwardly for several minutes and Duo continued to stare at the TV.
"You can come in, you know, there's nothing to stop you," Duo said, shifting on the sofa but not looking at Heero. "Why are you still here, anyway? Don't you have to do Quatre's bidding? Or beat up another person?"
Heero coughed and stepped inside the apartment. The door had been cleaned up and was in several plastic bags. "A replacement door will be sent over in a couple hours. I just thought that you would want to know."
"Is that all you want to say?" Duo asked after several seconds had passed. He switched the channel to a cartoon and watched as a giant bat was embraced by a silvery moon.
"Yes," Heero said and winced. He wasn't sure why but he was pretty sure that was the wrong thing to say.
"I see. Bye then," Duo said. Heero didn't move and Duo finally turned around. "Goodbye, Heero," Duo said finally. There were dark shadows under his eyes. It was clear he hadn't slept.
"Bye," Heero said gruffly, walking backwards and nearly knocking into the bags of shattered door. "Bye," he said again. But Duo didn't say another word, just watched the TV noiselessly.
***
"Sir?" A man asked. Dekim didn't look up from the newspaper he was reading. "Sir, reports have come back confirming that Trowa Barton is indeed back in town. He's currently staying with Quatre Winner." Dekim didn't move an inch. "Sir?"
"Leave, now!" Dekim barked, newspaper thrown in great waves of paper at the man. The man fled and yet the door was shut quietly behind him. Dekim stood up, his face red with rage. "Take another of my boys away from me, will you Winner? You'll pay for this! You both will!"
"Did Quatre Winner do something wrong?" Mariemaia asked, staring at her toast. It was barely touched.
Dekim's eyes narrowed. "Yes," he said, nodding his head vigorously. "He was responsible for Treize's death, your father died because of Quatre Winner's insane... desires."
Mariemaia's lip quavered. "What are you going to do?"
"Would you like to know, Mariemaia?" Dekim murmured, sly eyes on Mariemaia.
She nodded in quick jerks. "I don't want my father's murderer to get away with his crime, Grandfather. That would be wrong. And you've told me that wrongs have to be punished."
"Yes, that's right. Your father would have been a great man if it wasn't for that blasted Winner boy. The whole family is crackers. The father was peace loving loon with twenty nine daughters! But not one a debutante, as is tradition is this city. That man didn't know a bloody thing!" Dekim muttered, shaking his head in disapproval.
"He died too, not too long, right? Quatre Winner's father?" Mariemaia asked, looking up at her Grandfather.
"The man was old, stroke, could have happened to anyone. You hear me?" Dekim muttered. "Your father could have been President!" He looked at her and shook his head. "Now I have to wait at least another thirty years before I have the chance again..."
"But what about Qu - my father's killer?" Mariemaia murmured.
"I have something special planned for him," Dekim promised, eyes alight. "Now get to school. You'll be late and I won't make any excuses!"
Mariemaia nodded and ran out of the room. As she exited, she bit her lip and clenched her hands nervously.