The building was probably the most ill shaped and in ill shape building on the campus. Well, they were almost buildings actually, being connected with only a snaky hallway that was barley noticeably when compared to the buildings’ bulk. They were made of a tan, fleshy coloured brick. The dimming overhead lights sparkled of the nearest building’s oval roof and spherical front. Two buildings on either side blocked his view of the back. Those two buildings were copies of each other. It looked like someone cut a tan ball in half to make the buildings.

The picture that the buildings conjured up reminded him of his sore body and his sore pride. He had lost his control over his job, again, and this time by a bunch of over indulged youths with nothing for brains—not by a powerful man—by spoiled kids. And Duo saw it—all of it. So now Duo knew about his job, his life, his everything. And Heero would not have his friend.

Get over it, that voice always in his head screamed at him, it wouldn’t have lasted long; Duo would of guessed given a chance. You are a worthless whore who shouldn’t have friends let alone Duo, an angel.

The voice was right. Duo was too good for him. He would leave Duo alone. He would just ruin Duo’s life if he tried to be in his life. Life would be easer without Duo bugging him for both of them. Yeah, right.

Heero shook his head away from the thoughts. The daylights barely shined now; night was coming. He needed to find his room and had no idea where it was, not even a room number. The answer was in the oval building, somewhere.

Quiet. Everyone went quiet as he stepped through the doors. Every single barely dressed girl in the hallway. There were no boys in the entire hallway. There was no girl not in here pajamas or a long shirt that barely hid anything. Some of the girls there flushed and dove for the nearest doorway, others covered themselves with towels and other things, and others did nothing.

“Yes, what do you want?” said one of the girls doing nothing. She licked her lips and batted her eyes like she wanted to fly with them.

“The location of my dorm and room,” Heero said, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. That was not the way to bat your eyes. Amateur. No training at all.

“Truly, interesting. You can use the room right over there.” The same girl said that to the amusement of her pairs. They laughed and teased her. Apparently, that was her room. Great.

Some of the girls got bold and came up to him. They looked like they were dogs and found their favorite toy: him. He gulped and started backing away to the door he arrived through. He was stopped by the smart dog that was also known as one of the bold girls. She giggled when he bumped into him.

“Hey, get your hands on some guy porn or something?” The girls in front of him parted as Meiran walked out of the sea of faces, still school closed. “Sorry about you having to be exposed to them, but they love new people. They’re not usually this bad. I guess the rumors of someone buying gay porn and giving to them are true. Maybe they wanted to see if the pictures were correct.”

As Meiran spoke and glared at the girls, they flushed and backed away from her. Some hung their heads. Some tried to leave as fast as they could. All blushed. Guilty as charged.

“But the main question is, why are you in the girl dormitory? It is not allowed.”

“The girl dorms… I thought this was the boys dorms.” Heero pulled out his school map. There, over the building he was in, were the words ‘Boys’ Dorms’. Meiran peeked at the paper and rolled her eyes.

“Jess.”

“Yes,” said a geeky, short girl with the classic taped-in-the-middle glasses. She clutched two books and a laptop to her chest. She blushed even harder as Meiran glared at her. “I must have sent the wrong map to the him and his friend. Accidents happen.”

“Truly?”

“Yes, that was what happened.”

Meiran rolled her eyes again and chuckled before turning her attention back to Heero. “The boy’s dorms are in the balls as we like to call them. They’re the dome buildings. Let me see your schedule.”

He took out the slightly crumpled paper. There was a wet spot on the corner. He hoped no one noticed. Meiran scanned it and smiled the smile that people smiled when they knew something another didn’t.

“The building to the left of this one. Level six. Room 6969. Now, go before the mob attacks again.”

Heero thanked her and left, backing to the door so he didn’t have to turn his back. A few yells followed his departure, most likely from the girl he first spoke to in that building and probably directed at Meiran. Crazy girls, no wonder he didn’t like girls.

The building he went to next was weird. A single door graced its surface. Smokers and more then smokers lazed outside the entrance, calling for him to join them. He didn’t. He was a smart whore and dealt with dying friends from drugs. He wanted to leave to fulfill his mission: to kill the ones that killed his parents. He thirsted for the blood of them deep in his scared soul. He would kill them and let the world eat them.

Contemplating his plans that he alone knew, he entered the building. A dark, almost gilded hallway led inward. Signatures--scratched into the gold walls—caused the hallway to look like a golden skinned woman ill with disease. It sickened him a little. The hallway opened into a circle area that stretched to the ceiling. Railings lined the open area for the ten stories of the building. Boys lined those railings, watching.

Duo and another boy were in the middle of the open circle at the bottom. They called up jokes and acted out skits. Everyone laughed. Heero didn’t. Heero slipped away before Duo could see him. It was easy; the stairs were next to the opening.

Heero had one stairway more till he got to the ninth when he was found.

“Hey Heero,” called Wufei, “ain’t it an injustice.”

Great. Wufei had found something to rant about. “What? I am tired.”

“You don’t know?”

“Just say it.”

“We have to share rooms.”

Heero raised his eyebrow. Logically, they should be together; they were the newest students. Why was Wufei ranting? Heero didn’t mind if he brought boyfriends home with him.

“And we are not together. They stuck me with a goody-two-shoes blondie. Injustice.”

Shit. Heero didn’t want to have some snobby boy with him, and if it was someone like Alex… Heero grunted at Wufei before leaving up the stairs. He had to conform Wufei’s words. Shit.

He found his room. He didn’t have a key. Shit. He fished in his pocket for his lock pick. It wasn’t there. Shit. And then he saw the number pad.

Typing the number he found on his schedule, he shook his head. Sometimes even he was dumb. The door opened.

Two beds, one, unmade, with a black comforter and red sheets, the other with standard issue ones. Black clothes were stuffed in a basket. A picture hung over the used bad. A famine, beautiful girl, or was it by? The picture showed little of the bare chest. The rumbled silk cloth showed little in other areas. It was impossible to tell if it was the girl it probably was given the people here or the boy Heero hoped it was. If it was a boy, Heero might survive this hell on the colony.

His bag lay on the other bed. Suppressing urged to go out and hear Duo’s jokes—see Duo—Heero opened the bag and retrieved his pajama bottom. He fell asleep, feeling the soft silk and wishing it was Duo’s hair.

He was somewhere dark. Lush carpet cushioned his bottom. Some of it was stiff with dried blood—his blood. His body hurt. Lines where whips hit crisscrossed his body, front and back. His nipples bled where the rings had been pulled to much. Blood leaked down his face. He couldn’t see the blood; his eyes were blurry but he knew it was there. His neck was sore. If he had a mirror, he knew he would see the blue imprint of a hand. Pairs of puncture holes lined his body.

A man stood over him. Treize. No, someone else; he was too bulky. But Treize was there in the background. He came forward, Treize, and stroked Heero’s face.

“Is this who you want?” Treize purred.

The other man ran his hand over Heero’s body. He stopped at the ankle. There was a dark mark on the inside of the ankle. It looked like black vines loving.

“Yes,” the dark man said. “The other one?”

“He, I cannot give you. His mother is crazy and no one wants to deal with her other split personality.” For some reason, Heero wanted to smile at those words spoken by his enemy. He was glad. He didn’t smile; it would cause notice.

“Then I will deal with him later.”

Heero blanked out.

He was in light. It flooded around him. It came from him. It protected him from the metal remains floating around him and the darkness of space.

Another light was close—a light as pure as his. He reached for it. A dark blob prevented him from reaching the light. He reached, but could not grasp. He blanched out again with the picture of the face an angel Duo partially blocked by the blackness and a half destroyed locker door.

Heero awoke, screaming. Arms surrounded him, whispers told him everything was Ok, he would be Ok, nothing was wrong, and lips brushed against him, almost.

The screams died. He opened his eyes to those of another.

Duo.

And he grabbed Duo and started making wild love to him… Yeah, right… You do know that I decide which story to add a chapter on by review ratio, right?

Ja ne.