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Movers and Shakers	By : Reppa Category: +M through R > Mighty Ducks Cartoon Views: 3068 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer : I don't own Mighty Ducks in anyway, those wonderful hybrid waterfowl belong to Disney, shwing!
Warning : Slash! Yay, I don't see enough of this stuff. Lemon at some point later on, yeah baby!
Movers and Shakers
Part 2
by Reppa

As game time approached, the team gathered in the locker, all of them save Duke. Wildwing frowned and looked about at the others, shocked they were one short, "Why isn't he here?" He shook his head as his question was rewarded with a wave of shrugs and he turned to go bring the gray feathered duck to change for their game.
Mallory ran up and grabbed his shoulder, she didn't want Duke around especially if her suspicions were actually true. With a shake of her head, the femme duck pulled him away from the elevator, "Just leave the lurker alone, if he wanted to play, he'd drag his ass up here. But since he hasn't, I guess he doesn't care that this game is for the play-offs, very inconsiderate to the team..."
"Na-Naw, I just don't think Duke felt, wah y'know, up to playing with a, with a wounded shoulder..." Tanya explained, attempting to stand up on Duke's behalf since the drake wasn't there to defend himself against Mallory's allegations.
The red head glared at her until she heard Wildwing sigh, "Tanya's right, we can't really let Duke play anyway, what with his injury. C'mon, let's get ready guys."
*
He massaged his wrist gently, looking up at the ceiling as he heard the drowned roar of the crowd through metal and machinery. With an intense look at his shoulder, Duke ran a finger along the torn feathers and skin at the base of his arm. He was relieved Tanya hadn't noticed, it brought him nothing but grief. He rubbed his arm, when they found out what was underneath his feathers...
With a kick of his feet, Duke slowly plopped down into his bed, running a hand up to the nape of his neck and rubbing gently. Bringing up his knees, he adjusted his black bath robe while he stared at the ceiling through damp hair. He sighed and looked to the side, remembering what Wildwing had been trying to say earlier.
"He doesn't now what he's sayin'..."
After a deep sigh, the drake held his arm up, staring at it with his good eye in anger, "Never livin' ah normal life..." He dropped his hand down by his side, closing his eye while he reminisced a few painful memories.
*
The ducks won the game, 5-4, against the Albuquerque Coyotes (tryin' to be creative) but it had been a very close win, which the group figured would have been better if Duke had played but they were happy with the victory none the less. Nosedive frowned as he pulled off his helmet and skates, whining softly, "Man, the Dukester didn't even watch the game! What's the deal? Did you hack his leg off, Tanya?"
"Na-no!"
The others save Mallory chuckled at them while they went about, finishing up in the locker room and heading to the elevator back inside when the red-head grabbed Wildwing's shoulder, "I need to talk to you."
The white mallard stopped and looked down at her, a little surprise on his features as she dragged him out of the locker room and then outside the Pond to the parking lot. He blinked at her and folded his arms slowly, looking up at the starry sky, "What is it, Mallory?"
She stiffened slightly, her heart pounding, she felt this would be as good a time as any to express her feelings for the white mallard. "Wildwing...ah..." she started, shifting slightly as the drake turned his attention to her, but Mallory didn�t like the soft if not somewhat emotionless expression he gave her as he started to talk, "Mallory, before you say anything, I have to tell you that I'm sorry, if this hurts your feelings in anyway, but I don't feel the same way." With that said, he turned away and went back in, leaving the femme duck there a little dumbfounded.
Mallory slowly blinked for a moment, trying to figure out what had just happened before she scowled and kicked a foot in anger. She knew it, she had a gut feeling there had been something starting up between Wildwing and Duke and now she got her answer. As a teammate with concern for her leader, Mallory decided there'd just have to be something done about it, no matter how drastic the measure. "That thief's gonna be sorry he messed with me..."
*
There was a greeting awaiting him as he came down into the Ready room, finding the rest of the team waiting, including Duke who glanced at him before turning his attention elsewhere. Wildwing paused in thought for a moment as walked over to them, standing by Tanya and looking up at Drake 1, "So, will we be going after Dragonnaus once and for all tonight?"
Tanya shook her head, pushing up her glasses as she typed, "No, there's some interference, ah, sto storm on the news is gonna mess with the signal since it's so, y'know, far away. So, tomorrow's looking pretty good."
Wildwing grunted in understanding before he jerked his gaze up to see Duke walk away, looking down at Tanya telling her to keep her eyes open as he ran after the gray mallard. Obviously he wasn't going to be ignored now as Duke stopped just shy of his bedroom door and turned to him with his arms crossed over his chest, a frown on his beak, "Wing..."
"Well, at least I won't have to talk to your door." he chuckled, smiling at the smaller duck slightly. Wildwing put a hand to the wall as Duke leaned back, he wanted a few answers especially about Duke's habit of closing himself off from the rest of them, "Why won't you talk to me?" He didn't understand what was going on through the other drake's mind, but he was aware that it was most likely something painful from his past.
The one-eyed duck looked up at him with a tired sigh, "I won't talk to you because you don't know what you're tryin' to get your beak in, there's a lot ta consider being that way with me." Duke turned his gaze downward for a moment, listening to his leader let out an exasperated sigh, "You said that before, Duke."
"And it's true, you just don't realize it. That, or you're too in la-la land to pay attention to what I'm sayin' here."
Wildwing shook his head, pushing off from the wall with another sigh, "What, is the Brotherhood going to come and kill me if I became something of an item with their notorious leader?" He asked in mock fear, as he watched Duke shake his head before he leaned forward again with both hands against the wall on either side of the thief, "Then what is it? Why do you keep telling me it's a waste of time and to go and do something better with myself? You know me, I'd never put you through anything."
Duke slid under the white mallard's arms to lean on the door, he had a pained look across his features, "I know you wouldn't, but I'm not worth the trouble, I never was and never will be." After he got that through, the thief quickly entered his room with a swift flourish and locking the door. He made sure not to give Wilding a chance to object as he didn't want to hear any promises or the like. It was a sing-song story which he could retell in it's every splendor if he had the stomach for it.
Sitting down by the door, Duke listened to Wildwing go after he had tried coaxing him out a little more and shook his head. I can't believe how stubborn he can be, he pointed out to himself as he got back to his feet and threw himself into bed. He grumbled about needing a vacation as he rolled over to stare at the ceiling. That was the routine, spend a few with the guys, possibly get dinner, then seclude himself in his room and stare at the ceiling for the rest of the night.
It felt like a night to reminisce as he pried a small booklet out from under his bed and looked at the little brown leather padded book. He flipped through it, there were pictures of family, of old friends who later became rivals, and long forgotten lovers. "How many has it been...." he murmured, tossing the book asidd cld closing his good eye, "Five criminal minds who can't take being let go like grown men and women."
Jarot. He was the best. Menal. So-so. Pierette. She was the better of the girls he supposed. Tara. Psycho bitch from the depths of hell who could've been Mallory's sister. Then Falcone, who probably got the worst ex award. They'd been the more permanent basis lovers, the ones he let in and had rip him apart. They had good times, however outweighed by the bad and ever one he let off got him back ten fold, though nowadays most of them were dead except for Falcone and he was in jail.
Duke laid an arm over his face as he thought about it, focused on pushing it all back as he had done all those years. He hurt deep, having been through so much and what bothered him the most was that the world overlooked people with similar problems and treated them like a social disease, the ones with pasts that will eventually come back to kill you.
Or the ones with pasts that will haunt you even past death, molding you into the socially incompetent, lovesick waifs that normally frequented the streets. Yeah, that's what I am, Duke reminded himself, A big drag on whatever good soul I get involved with. So he went to the bad souls who were already down and got minced up like dry meat, but at least it was just him and nobody else.
He sat up after he lost track of time and looked up at his alarm clock to see it blinking twelve midnight. It was as good a time as any to get up and get food. Hurriedly, Duke scampered out of his bed and dashed out of his room and down the hall towards the kitchen. On coming into the kitchen, he fixed himself a bowl of grapes, good enough for dinner as he turned and made his way back out into the hall to get back to his room. But he only made it halfway when he found himself ram into someone and dropping the bowl.
Now there were grapes and glass strewn all on the floor at their feet, he looked from the mess up to who he had run into and frowned when he saw it was just Nosedive, "Kid! What are you doing running around the halls like this?"
The younger duck looked at him in annoyance, "What about you?!"
"I was getting dinner."
Dive looked at the grapes and then back to Duke, "Fruit? Dude, that ain't no dinner. Pizza was tonight's dinner." He watched the gray mallard's disgusted exsionsion, causing a chuckle to come out, "Man, you shoulda eaten with us, it was good."
Duke shook his head as he took a step back to kneel down and clean up the mess, the blond duck coming down to help too. They had gotten most of the debris off the floor before they had both reached for the same shard of glass and one duck's hand landed on the other's, mainly, Dive's on Duke's.
They both froze for a long moment, both of them looking the other in the eye (no pun yet again, I swear!) before Duke yanked his hand back and getting to his feet in a swift motion, "I'm going to bed." Dive made a somewhat strangled noise as he managed to get to his feet but not being fast enough as the older duck made off. He moaned as he slapped a hand to his forehead, "How did I make wrong, man?!"
Dropping what mess he had picked up, Nosedive followed suit, managing to just catch up to the thief and slide in through the closing door, "Dukester, you're making me feel so unwanted." Duke huffed as he turned and looked down at the teen who had successfully got in, "Kid..."
"What was that spaz attack for anyway?"
"...Nothing..."
"C'mon!" the youth piped, flopping down on the futon located across the room from the bed, he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. Something was eating at Duke, and he wanted to know why, "What's the matter? You can always tell me, ya know, I won't say a word!"
The gray mallard stood stiffly, hands on his hips as he glared down at the other duck. Now Wildwing's brother was trying to pry where he shouldn't. He sighed and looked aside, now folding his arms, "Kid, I'd rather not. I'm gonna tell you what I told your brother, it ain't worth the time."
"Well, I've got energy to kill, you aren't tired, so tell, man!" Nosedive jumped back when Duke fixed him with an angry glare and he rubbed the back of his neck, not liking that look. He didn't want to pressure him, he had always figured the duck had a lot of skeletons in his closet he wanted to keep there. So the teen duck stood and waved his hands in a calming fashion, "Okay, dude, I won't prod, but if ya need to..."
"..."
He didn't get much of an answer but a curt nod, figuring Duke would only relax once the intruder left his sanctuary. Dive slowly left the room, pausing outside the door to watch it close. Then he sighed and shook his head, "Dude, this night's just creeping me out."
*
Duke frowned, suddenly starting to pace the room. His face was flushed as he rubbed his hand, "That wasn't supposed to feel nice, that was NOT supposed to feel nice." It'd seem very hypocritical if anything started between himself and his younger teem mate especially about how he had turned Wildwing down. With a furious shake of his head, Duke threw himself into his bed, and clicking off his lights, "I have to nip things in the bud before anything blooms..."
*
Mallory smirked as she looked over her handiwork. "I may not be good with machines..." she hissed, all but throwing Duke's hockey blades back into his locker along with his helmet before she threw the file into the trash bin. She sighed contently as she stepped into the elevator to go to bed, "But I am good with tools and it looks like a certain someone's going to have a very unfortunate and hopefully bloody accident during practice."
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