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Title: When All The Laughter Dies In Sorrow 2/?

Author: KwyckSylver mailto:kwycksylver@aol.com

Warnings: AU and will eventually lead to lemons, angst, danger, betrayal and other good things. Heero is a bit OOC for now but give the poor guy a break.

Pairings: 1x2 eventually - no really!

Rating: NC-17 overall but this chapter is rated R.

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About the title: It's a poem/lyrics by Kendrew Lascilles, found on the album Chicago III, the side titled Elegy. I have never heard it as a song, I've known it as a poem since high school (yes -since way back during the Medireview ages). I remember reading it in a book then, but I don't remember the title.


When all the laughter dies in sorrow
And the tears have risen to a flood
When all the wars have found a cause
In human wisdom and in blood
Do you think they'll cry in sadness
Do you think the eye will blink
Do you think they'll curse the madness
Do you even think they'll think?

When all the great galactic systems
Sigh to a frozen halt in space
Do you think there will be some remnant
Of beauty of the human race
Do you think there will be a vestige
Or a sniffle or a cosmic tear
Do you think a greater thinking thing
Will give a damn that man was here?


The Setup: The Allied Earth Nations and the United Lagrange Colonies have bitterly disputed for years over the rich resources found in the asteroid belt. Private corporations have been disrupting and sabotaging the mining operations of their competitors to the point that a cold war has broken out between the two governments. The Colonial Parliament fears the disputes will escalate to a declared war unless they can find a way to cripple Earth's space and military capabilities. Loyal Colonists have quietly infiltrated Earth as fifth columnists. They live the lives of normal citizens while trying to slow down Earth's industrial machine through sabotage and direct attacks. They could be your neighbors, your bosses, or your friends. The Oz Specials, the branch of the military in charge of Earth's security, has had no luck in tracking them down. Until now.


When All The Laughter Dies In Sorrow 2/?


It was Sunday night and Duo was taking a long hot bath. He rubbed the washcloth over his body, wincing now and then when he'd scrubbed over a bruise. He ached from head to toe and hoped the hot bath would ease some of the pain. He had Heero to thank for that. The linebacker seemed to take delight in seeing how far he could bury Duo into the turf. But Duo had gotten a few licks in as well, he wouldn't be surprised if Heero were at home doing the same. It was a good thing their first game wasn't until next week, neither one of them would have lasted the full four quarters.

Thinking of football brought to mind his ersatz brother and commander on this mission, Zechs Merquise. He treated Duo decently and had even allowed him to keep playing football.

"There is no reason why you should give it up," he'd said, "it would seem odd to give up something you've been doing just because you've 'moved to a new school' and it helps with your cover. Besides, I know how much you love it, you've had enough taken away from you already, without taking this too."

"Hmph, I know how much you love it," Duo snorted, "like he really gives a rat's ass."


Duo stepped out of the tub and dried off. He put on the pajamas Zechs insisted he wear. Not only wasn't he allowed to sleep in a t-shirt and underwear, he was expected to wear a robe over the pajamas when he wasn't in his bedroom. He assumed it was because Zechs came from a wealthy family, and wealthy people always did things properly.

He made sure the alarm clock was set for five thirty, then pulled down the bedcovers and slid underneath them. He found a comfortable position and closed his eyes, willing himself to go to sleep. Instead of counting sheep, he counted how many names Heero had called him since they'd met. He'd gotten to 'shithead' when he nodded off.


The alarm clock went off, jolting Duo out of a sound sleep. He yawned as he reached over and shut it off. He got out of bed and began stretching, then bent over to touch his toes, loosening himself up. Taking hot baths had helped, he didn't feel as sore as he'd felt the last few days. He donned his robe, put on his slippers and made his bed.

He could smell coffee brewing as he walked down the stairs and to the kitchen. Zechs was buttering toast and there were two bowls of oatmeal and a couple of glasses of orange juice on the table.

"Why are you up so early?" Duo asked as he began sipping his juice.

"I have an early class and I wanted to make sure you got up on time as well," Zechs answered, "I was getting ready to wake you up. Do you want some coffee?"

"No thanks, I don't need the caffeine. But I will take some of that toast, got any jelly?"

"There are some blackberry preserves in the refrigerator," Zechs said as he brought the plate and his coffee to the table, starting in on his own breakfast. He too was wearing pajamas, robe and slippers.

"Rich people just don't know how to be comfortable," Duo reasoned.

"What?" Zechs asked, "did you say something?"

"I'm just grumbling about these nightclothes you make me wear," Duo answered.

"I have my reasons," Zechs remarked softly, "now when you've finished eating, wash your dishes then get dressed. I'll drive you to school this morning," Zechs said, "I want you to introduce me to your coach."


"Because, I'm supposed to be responsible for you while 'our father' is away," he said.

"He is not your father," Duo snapped as he got up from the table and walked to the stairs, "oh and if you want the dishes washed, do them yourself."

Zechs watched in silence as he stomped up the stairs, then heard the door to Duo's bedroom slam shut.

"Lord, I hate this," he thought as he pushed his bowl away. The oatmeal felt like a lead brick in the pit of his stomach as it began to knot. He picked the dishes up off the table and scraped the remnants of their unfinished breakfasts into the trash. He rinsed them off and put them into the dishwasher, cursing himself as he did.


Duo leaned against the door while he calmed himself down. He had to keep his anger under control, he had to keep a level head. He dressed, rebraided his hair then gathered his books together and stuffed them in his backpack. Then he went downstairs.

"I'm sorry for my behavior, Zechs," Duo apologized, "but I don't think it's a good idea for you to take me this morning. I need to walk and cool myself off."

"I think that's probably a wise choice," Zechs said, "I know you're between a rock and a hard place but I promise you'll get through this."

Duo nodded, pretending to agree and stepped out the door. Zechs's eyes followed as he began walking down the sidewalk and towards the school. He hated their mission and he hated what they were forcing the boy to do.


The morning workout consisted of running and calisthenics. Duo's thoughts had preoccupied him during his walk to school, slowing him down. He'd barely arrived in time to change into his sweats and run to the field before Coach Chang began blowing his whistle.

"Warm up then do ten laps," he barked, "and I want to see you hustle!"

The team began stretching and loosening their muscles, then one by one they hit the track that surrounded the practice field. Duo was running at a steady pace, enough to get his body warmed up but not enough to tire him.

"Get out of my way, braid boy," Heero yelled, shoving Duo hard enough to knock him off his feet. He tumbled sideways onto the hard surface of the track, scraping the side of his face as skin and pavement made contact. Duo cursed as he raised up and ran after the other boy. He caught up to and leapt on him, making a full body tackle. They went down hard, skidding before they stopped.

Coach Chang blew his whistle long and hard as he ran towards the fallen pair, "I've had it with you two, get up and go to my office, now."

Duo pulled himself up off Heero and began dusting himself off. Heero slowly turned over, willing himself to breathe.

"Knocked the wind out of you, huh Yuy?" Duo's taunting grin turned into a wince of pain. He touched his face, then looked at his fingers. A streak of red was smeared across them. He bent down and wiped his blood on Heero's pants, "good. You deserved it, jerk."

He trotted towards the field house. He knew he and Heero were in deep shit, but taking down that self-centered asshole was worth it.


"I'm so . . ."

"Shut up and sit down, Maxwell," Coach Chang said, "you too, just sit down and don't say a word," he repeated, as Heero entered the office, "the two of you were at each other's throats all last week and you've already gotten a great start at it this morning. I told you the first day of school, Duo, that I would not tolerate bad behavior between the two of you. Do either of you even know why you don't get along?"

"He just pushes the wrong buttons, Coach," Heero answered, "I don't know why, but he does."

The coach sighed, "Heero, I could almost understand that if the two of you were competing for the same position, but you don't even play on the same squad. Hell, you two aren't even on the field at the same time during games. Is it because he's the first player you haven't been able to take down easily?"

"No," was Heero's short answer.

"Hm, what about you, Duo?"

"I'm just defending myself, Coach," Duo said innocently.

"Duo, I've seen you goad him on so he'll loose his temper."

"Well, I guess he pushes my buttons wrong too, Coach, it started when he shoved his way in front of me in the lunch line my first day here. Like it was his right. And I hate that he calls me braid boy."

"He calls me sweet cheeks," Heero complained quietly.

"So? You call me baka . . . although I admit I had to look it up before I knew you were insulting me," Duo poked his finger at Heero.

"That's because you call me a jerk-off," Heero grumbled, knocking Duo's hand from his face.

"You called me dickhead," Duo was getting shrill and getting into Heero's face.

"Well, you called me fuckbrain, do it again and see what happens," Heero growled as he raised his fist.

Coach Chang sat watching and listening to the two of them, he could not believe they were arguing in front of him as if he wasn't there.

"You called me a pussy," Duo was now jabbing his finger in Heero's chest.

"If the name fits, wear it, braid boy. You're the one that was calling me lover," Heero rose from his chair, hovering over the other boy. His eyes were aflame with anger.

"Because it pisses you off, asshole. You really are a stupid jock, aren't you?" Duo stood, meeting Heero's challenge.

Coach Chang gave a short burst on his whistle, "excuse me for butting in, but arguing in front of me while I'm trying to decide if you stay on the team is not a good idea."

Both boys gave one final glare at each other before they sat back down and became very silent, very quick.

Coach Chang's mouth curled in a smile. He hadn't been sure how to handle the situation, until now. After seeing the two of them go at it tooth and nail, he was struck by a brilliant idea, even if he thought so himself.

"Since the two of you seem to push each other's buttons, as you put it, and apparently don't want to even try to get along, I've decided that if you want to stay on the team, you are going to learn to push those buttons the right way. Starting this evening, and until I say otherwise, the two of you are study buddies. And I'm going to the office and have your schedules changed. The two of you will be in the same classes together, you will eat lunch together and you most certainly will do your homework together."

"If I don't see an improvement in your attitudes towards each other in a reasonable amount of time, let's say two weeks, you're both off the team and you can kiss any scholarships goodbye. Now hit the showers and get dressed. There will be no more practice for you this morning. One word of disagreement from either of you, and you're off the team right now."

Coach Chang left the two of them in his office and returned to the field to salvage what he could of the morning practice.

"Good going, dork," Heero said giving Duo another cold glare that sent shivers through him, "are you happy now?"

"Me? You're the one who started this whole thing. Well, this time you pushed the wrong guy. I will not take any crap off of you, Heee-ro, or anyone else. So knock it off. We're skating thin ice as it is. We don't have to get along off campus, but we have to make it look like we are on campus. And I'm not going to be studying with you, no matter what the coach says."

"We don't have a choice in that either," Heero said, "Coach lives across the street from me."

"Oh shit," Duo groaned.

"It looks like that's the only thing we agree on," Heero replied, "and I didn't start it, you did when you blew me a kiss."

Duo leaned over the side of the chair, grinning from ear to ear, "that kiss must have made quite an impression on you, Yuy. You must have really liked it a lot, since you're still talking about it." He got up and headed for the showers, resisting the urge to blow him another one.


Duo was still undressing as Heero approached, pulled off his shoes and clothes then entered the shower. Unlike Duo, he'd been wearing a green tank top and a pair of black stretchy shorts, giving him the advantage of undressing quickly. Duo had been watching him and was surprised by the revelation that Heero didn't wear underwear. It was too bad his eyes weren't where they should have been.

"Damn!" Duo had forgotten to look at the tattoo. "Now I'm gonna have to get close to him in there," he sighed, "Here's hoping my health insurance is paid up."

Duo entered the shower, getting as close to Heero as he thought was prudent. Heero was busy lathering his back, the tattoo was covered with soap. Duo rolled his eyes and shook his head as he dispensed some soap into his hand and began washing himself. Why was getting a look at one tattoo becoming such a difficult task? He inched a little closer but he still could not verify what he thought he had seen before. Heero moved a lot when he bathed and Duo could not get a clear view of it, so he stepped even closer.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Heero asked. His voice was so cold, Duo could imagine seeing his words come frozen, like chunks of ice.

"U-h-h, looking for hot water?" Duo answered lamely.

"Just get away from me," he glared.

Duo was suddenly very sick of that glare, "afraid I might blow you another kiss, Heee-ro," he tauntingly emphasized the other boy's name.

"Shut up and go to hell," Heero.

Duo laughed , "you are afraid. Heero Yuy, the biggest jock around is scared shitless cause he liked it!"

"I said shut up! Before I shove my fist down your throat" Heero pushed Duo against the wall, his hand flat against Duo's chest, his words were low and guttural.

Duo knew he'd taken it too far, but the only way out was to go a little farther. He grabbed Heero by the back of his head, twining his fingers in his hair and pressed their mouths together. Heero gasped in surprise. Duo took the advantage and slipped his tongue between opened lips.

Duo took his time, licking his tongue over sharp, even teeth , slicking it over the roof of Heero's mouth and twirled and slid it around, taking a long, slow taste of him. He abruptly pulled away, leaving Heero to stand with his mouth still agape and breathing hard, his pupils enlarged, eyes staring but not seeing.

Duo turned towards the other boy, and could not help but see the effect his kiss had on his body.

"I know which buttons I push, Yuy," Duo smirked, "I suggest cold water before the others come in."

Duo dried and dressed quickly, almost bumping into Coach Chang as he walked out of the field house.

"Where's Heero?" the coach asked.

"I'd say somewhere between confusion and realization, right about now," Duo grinned and walked off. The coach watched him as he walked out the door, trying to make sense of what Duo had just said.

"Damn! I forgot about the tattoo!" Duo realized half way across the football field. He was just going to have to figure out another way, he was not about to return to the field house.

Coach Chang ducked his head into the showers to see if Heero might still be bathing as the water was running and Heero was no where around. There he was, standing under a stream of cold water, using the liquid soap to gargle with, looking absolutely rabid.