And He Doth Descended Into the Depths of Heaven
-Part Eleven-
Kuriyamimizu

© The same as always

Okay, atashi-chan, I've done all the editing I could. If I missed anything, blame it on stylistics.
Jita
(My editor, all bow before her)

Kuri holds up a new sign: More Gundam Boy torture ahead, MUCH more shonen ai and tons of WEIRD SHIT!!!!

This qualifies for a lime rating. Don’t worry hentai fans, the 1x2 is coming, it’s just taking a while!

*Heero POV*

 Sweat and blood were dripping down my face. The differing consistencies of the liquids slowly tracing down the edges of my face were the only distraction from the endless cycle of fire and metal in front of me. We weren’t fighting people, just mobile dolls. The problem with fighting those things was simply that they never stopped coming. The flow of the things had drastically decreased from a couple of hours ago.

 Since getting slapped the cockpit had been very quiet save for the sounds of a heavy metal rock band playing over the speakers. The braided baka always insisted on playing music over the com, mostly to annoy the enemy soldiers I think. Though I learned later on that the braided baka wasn’t such a baka after all. The music carried messages. At the time I wasn’t listening too carefully. There wasn’t all that much to say. The music cut and a half an hour passed of complete radio silence.

 It was a bit unnerving sitting in the silence left by Duo’s communication shut off. He’s usually the one screaming that he’s the mighty lord of hell himself. Yet he was silent now. When I thought back over the blurred daze that had been the last few hours I didn’t recall seeing the tell-tale glow of his thermal scythe. It was as if he had dropped out of the battle completely. And then something occurred to me.

 My heart lurched as I realized that my braided baka could be dead. With all of the explosions around me Deatscythe could have gone up and I might not have noticed. Panic rose slowly in my throat. With a  steady hand I reached over the tracking system and set the frequency to something that would pick up the elusive Deathscythe.

 Breath that I was unaware I had been holding spilled from me as I spotted the blip that meant that my friend, the one that I wished I could call lover, was still alive. Well, however, was still a question remaining to be answered.

 When I sent a query over there was no reply. Every attempt failed, and then I heard the small sound that made all of the fear that had jumped in me snap away in a flash, as if it had never existed at all. Over the com I heard his soft, mewling snores signifying that he was trapped in a deep sleep. With a growl I slammed my fists into the console next to me. The sharp edge bit into my palms and added a new trickle of blood to the ones that had already been coursing down my body. To think that I had been worried about that---that---SLACKER! I couldn’t deem him anything worse than that, but my chest still clenched in anger at the thought of what could have been, in contrast to what was.

 We couldn’t stay in space any longer. We would have to get back, but I realized that out of my mechanical mindset, I was going to collapse if I let myself think that the mission was over. Already my hands were trembling and my gasping breaths were hurting my chest. I didn’t know what I could do, but in any event, I needed to tow Duo. With a few motions we were linked and I was set to tow Deatscythe. Approximately five minutes of hacking on a higher level gave me access to the braided pilot’s inner computer so that I could start up the propulsion systems to assist in the tow. If Deatscythe wasn’t carrying it’s own weight we wouldn’t make it back.

 With a smile I clicked the ‘return to base’ mode on Wing and let my eyes slip closed.

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 Fusei stared at the unconscious Heero with something that closely resembled panic. He needed about an hour’s sleep to get home in one piece, however he needed to be awake for the re-entry to Earth. If she woke him up she might push him over the edge, but if she didn’t then there was a good chance that they would all be killed on re-entry. With a desperate thought pattern she reached out to Alex.

/Chibi-chan?/

/Nani?/

/What am I going to do? Heero’s passed out?/

 There was a short laugh from the little demon. /You’re asking me?/

/Yes, because I can feel you inside Deathscythe. Are the Gundams hostile or friendly to ethereal presence?/

 Fusei could feel, rather than see the small smile that hovered on Alex’s lips. /They’re friendly as long as you have no intent to harm the pilot. Just stretch your wings out and step –in- to the system. They’re nice./

 Fusei shook her head, having a notion that somehow things might actually work out like they were supposed to for once. She did as she had been instructed, letting her wings unfold to a comfortable length, she stepped into the system.

 As she entered the fairly sentient mind of Wing she was astounded by the complexity of the system that was surrounding her. It mirrored a human brain in many aspects.

/Wing, we both serve Heero in our own respects ne? Let’s work together, let me guide you./

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 Wufei woke, stirring the bangs out of his face with a quick blast of air from between his teeth to get them out of his eyes. As he moved he felt arms around his waist. His first thought was get very defensive and attack ,but another feeling warned him that, that action would be the wrong one. Instead he opened his eyes, only to see an angel sleeping next to him, literally.

“Sakura?”

 She stirred in her sleep but didn’t wake. He smiled at the realization that he could sit there and take in the gorgeous sight of her sleeping for as long as he liked before she woke on her own. Being in her arms was one of the most comfortable places that he had ever been. Not since Merian had he ever been as comfortable or happy as he was in that moment. And he liked it; he liked it a lot.

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*Heero POV*

 I woke with a jolt. When I stared at the sensors I noted the little message flashing on the bottom of my screen.

‘You’re home.’

 At first I couldn’t make sense of what the line of glowing green text meant; and then it dawned on me. Either Fusei or Wing had brought me all the way in and I didn’t have to deal with re-entry. With the complete fatigue and pain that were moving over my form at that moment I really didn’t care if my Gundam had decided to proclaim itself sentient and fly away with me. I was bone weary, but there was one thing that I had to do first.

 With shaky, but firm steps I walked over to Duo’s mech, advancing slowly as unsure of myself as of what I was about to say to the braided baka.
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*DUO POV*

 Somewhere in the back of my mind I was aware that sunlight was hitting my eyelids. It was bright, and it hurt. It’s kind of funny the things you realize when you’re waking up from a sleep you wish could continue somewhere into the next millennium or longer. The hands shaking my shoulders were not the small ones of Alex, but rather hands that were much larger and rougher.

 Opening my eyes was a chore beyond imagining, however the reward was nice. The first thing I saw was Heero’s –very- angry face. I was vaguely aware that he was yelling at me, alternating between rapid Japanese and English. I suppose that he’s upset then. My rather foggy brain couldn’t figure what exactly it was that I had done wrong. When I saw his gaze meander to my right hand, I was slightly amused to find that I had a gun clutched in it.

“----in the name of hell were you doing----supposed to be my wingman-------what’s wrong with you?”

 I realized that he had asked a question that I was required to answer. I found it slightly funny that when I opened my mouth to speak that nothing came out of my throat. I was so dizzy and disoriented that I couldn’t think about much of anything in that moment, especially formulating a simple sentence. Instead I opted to slide forward in restraints that had been taken off me by someone else and fall into Heero’s chest and then into blackness. The look on his face was priceless I tell you, it really was. I don’t remember too much after that.
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 Quatre was sitting with Dorthy in the dinning room, watching the lightning fork and flash in the distance. It had rained last night. The droplets of water had flown down in torrential amounts, flooding the ground and surrounding properties. He sipped his tea and a knowing look came into his eyes as the rain began again in earnest. At about the same time he and Dorthy looked to each other and nodded.

“We’re going to be having guests soon.”

“I’ll get some blankets. Yell if things move okay?”

 The little Arab nodded, already acclimatized to having both Dorthy and Trowa as his constant angels. They were always with him, either together or one of them. He was never alone. It reminded him a lot of times before he had been a Gundam pilot. It was a good life that he had now, albeit a bit strange, but a good one still; he was sure that he wouldn’t want to trade it for anything else, save for all the pain involved.

 Within a few seconds of Dorthy’s departure Trowa walked down in a robe and boxers. He looked a little glazed over.

“Cold Trowa?”

 The other pilot nodded and sniffed. “I think I’m getting a cold. You hogged the covers last night!”

 Quatre looked mortified. “I didn’t freeze you did I?”

 Trowa laughed at the sudden childish worry that had leapt into his lover’s eyes. “No, I was teasing koi.”

 Quatre seemed to breath a little easier. “Oh, okay. By the way, Duo and Heero are getting in soon. Prepare for a crisis.”

“What’s going on with the braided baka now?”

 Everyone turned to see Wufei calmly sitting on the counter, sipping a cup of coffee. Quatre blinked and then smiled at Wufei.

“You’ll see. Heero’s more stressed than usual. Just call it,”  he paused for a moment and then continued, “a gut feeling.”
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*Heero POV*

 What’s wrong with him?  Why is he so bruised and pale? Is this normal? Why is he unconscious? Did I do it? Was flying too much?

 A million questions were racing through my mind in that moment, as I rode on Duo’s bike, with the other boy slumped against me, huddled against the cold, stinging fingers of the rain that pelted us both. I couldn’t seem to think logically in that moment and nothing that anyone could do would stop me, I just knew that I had to get Duo home, and get him warm.

 As I studied his unconscious form I noted how thin he looked compared to when we had first come. It had happened over time, but my friend had lost a lot of weight, and he was beginning to look a little gaunt. He’d hidden it really well with baggy clothing, but I saw and felt it now, as I held his little body against my own.

 Our house was getting close. We’d missed dinner, a night’s rest and breakfast; or perhaps not on breakfast. A quick glance at my watch told me that it was about four in the morning. That was around the time that everyone hauled themselves out of bed if they had a mission that day. From the lights on in the kitchen, the closest entrance to us, we were expected.

 Once I got there I literally leapt off the bike and carried Duo in. Everyone was sitting there, calmly. I was well aware that I was just as cold as the boy in my arms was, shivering tremors were making it a little hard to stand still. Quatre stood up calmly and observed the situation as if he had expected it to happen that way.

“There’s a hot bath ready for one of you. It might be wiser to let Duo sleep and wake up on his own. Heero, shower and wrap yourself up right now!”

 I couldn’t help but follow that voice. It was the voice of a leader and someone who knew what they were doing. Wufei came over and took Duo from me, looking at us both with concern.

“What happened Yuy?”

 Through the chattering of my teeth I managed to answer him. “M-m-isssssss-ion r-ran lon-nger than w-we ex-xpected.”

 There was a slight and humorless laugh from Wufei. “You’re too used to being cold Yuy, we need to fix that.”

 With no more conversation than that, we went upstairs, leaving Quatre and the rest behind.

 Once he’d laid Duo out on his bed and covered him sufficiently Wufei took his leave, giving me a knowing glance. I couldn’t figure what it was that he was conveying, but it was good to know that the dragon was on my playing field.

 Casting another glance over to Duo I saw that he was still shivering, most likely because he was still in his wet things. With careful hands I peeled the offending items off of him. Thankfully the Shinigami had opted to wear button-up clothing that day. Once he was warmed up to my satisfaction I stepped into the bath, which was lightly scented like roses. I melted into the water as if it were salvation itself.

 The bath didn’t take too long, I’ve never been one to dally, or enjoy for that mater either. When I looked over to Duo, two rather large and expressive violet eyes were staring back at me. I felt really bad for what I had said earlier, but true to form I couldn’t say a damn thing. I was sure I was looking at him with the same cold, expressionless eyes that I gazed upon everyone else with. I wished that I could tell the Shinigami just how much he meant, and how much I wished that I could look on him with only what I felt on my face. He looked afraid of me, afraid of what I might say or do. And that was one of the most heart-wrenching feelings of all.

“You okay?”

 The rather disheveled head nodded, violet eyes always locked on me. I smiled inwardly as I made one of my illogical decisions. With measured steps I walked over and sat down next to Duo. With eyes that I hoped were a tad warmer than the usual icy blues that I see in the mirror every morning I spoke.

“What was the gun all about?”

 He was silent, and at that point his eyes did drop. Why? I couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t look at me. And then it dawned on me. He was ashamed; because he had tried to kill himself. A wave of anger and then extreme loneliness at the thought of having Duo gone swept over me like a wave. Without thinking I grabbed the boy around his shoulders and pulled him to me fiercely. His head was tucked under my chin and the only sound in the room was that of my own, rather ragged breathing.

“Never, never, never. Don’t ever do that to me. If you have to follow, but never lead in –that-.”

“H-Heero?”

 I pulled away just as roughly as I had brought him to me. I stood up and felt the ice return to my eyes. I couldn’t figure whether I was displeased or uncaring about that development.

“Take a bath, you’re blue from cold baka.”

 He nodded once and then walked into the bathroom slowly with faltering steps. I watched his trailing hair wistfully, wishing that I hadn’t done that, hadn’t pushed him away. As he walked in he pulled the ribbon that bound it off and let the chestnut strands free to fall about his shoulders. He was so beautiful, that was the only word that I could find for him save, bishonen.

 I tapped away on my laptop for a little while, enjoying the return to sanity that it provided, and then it happened. The boy walked out in a towel, and nothing else, his long hair was bound in a separate length of cloth, keeping it from dripping on the rug. He came over and sat down next to me, bouncing slightly where he sat.

“Wha-cha-doin’ Heero-kun?”

“Nothing.”

 I didn’t mean to growl at him. I hadn’t wanted to, it just came out. He didn’t look hurt thankfully. He’d endured much worse than that before. He had the audacity to lean his –dripping- head on my shoulder to get a better look at what I was doing. With a quick motion the screen went blank and I gave him a rather malicious look.

 He looked pseudo-hurt and leaned back, with a hand over his eyes. “Gods! I got the patented Yuy-death-glare. My life shall end right in this moment.”

 He fell back with his legs tucked under him, hiding a view of anything interesting from me and stayed on my bed; prone. Some very nasty thoughts worked their way quickly through my mind at that point and then passed on their way to be filed for some other lifetime where I could get the stick out of my ass and just go ahead and ask the boy out.

 It was early, very early and I was very, very tired. Without really thinking about it too hard, I shut down the laptop, stripped down to boxers and got ready to kick Duo out of bed.

“Ne, baka, I need to sleep. Off.”

 Duo looked up at me with piteous violet eyes that were just as tired as my own. His voice was soft, and didn’t carry the usual bouncy tone that I heard from him.

“I’m tired Heero. Let me sleep here okay? My bed’s all cold and wet.”

 I did my best not to jump and then fall to my knees thanking God. It wasn’t too hard and didn’t take too much effort on my part. I let my usually chill tone warm up about two degrees.

“Hn.”

“Thanks.”

“Put on some underwear at least?”

“Can I borrow a pair of yours?”

“Whatever.”

 I threw my pair of bleeding-smiley-face boxers at his head and pretended not to care as he put them on. Out of courtesy for the skinny one I added another comforter to my bed. Duo was looking at it skeptically. Then the squirt astounded me. He pulled my bed over to connect with his forming a bigger, and generally more comfortable looking sleeping arrangement.

“There, there’s plenty of room for both of us.”

  I always admired the little smile that he gets when he thinks of something halfway clever. I nodded once, not contesting that just moments ago he had mentioned that his own bed was a little bit soggy. He replaced the sheets on his bed and looked about ready to drop dead where he stood. I found myself voicing the concern that had long been with me.

“Duo, daijoubu ka?”

”hmm?” he looked up at me absently and then smiled, disarmingly. “Yeah, daijoubu.”

 There wasn’t much more to say after that. There was simply time to slip beneath the sheets and die to the world for a little while.

*DUO POV*

 Sleep is a welcome friend of mind. My mind’s eye is completely blank this morning and the little boy waiting patiently for my control to slip has nothing to say to me today. Simply I’m stuck in black bliss. My entire body aches from that mission. I couldn’t tell what it was that was driving Heero  forward and I don’t particularly care to find out either. It’s good enough simply to lie close to him, listen to him sigh in his sleep and watch his face, gentle and sweet in sleep’s arms, transformed from the boy that I know in waking time. I can see the whole scene in my mind now, his head cradled near his shoulder, his long dark bangs spilling into his face. One hand is escaping beneath a pillow and the other is curled to him held in a loose fist; resting just beneath his collar bone close to his heart.

 After a little while of napping I wake up and look at him, still resting. Even if I need sleep, I’m denied it, and the close proximity of the boy next to me is too much. The incident in Deathscythe was too much. I know that my control is slipping. I almost got back into cutting. As I was lying in the bathtub, soaking up it’s godly warmth I noted the razor sitting innocently on the counter, virgin of human blood. The old urge to cause myself bodily harm had floated into my mind like an old hunger to an addict. Yet I hadn’t, Heero was in the other room.

 I can’t take much more of this existence, life is so painful as it is. I need a reason to keep on going. It’s lying right across from me, and so far out of my reach that it almost brings tears to my eyes. This is as good a time as any, because if I get a negative out of Heero, then I’m going to go out into the backyard and end it there.

 With a tentative hand I reached out, only to draw it back when my fingertips brushed his bangs. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t face the defeat if I was wrong. I was just about to roll over when Heero reached out a hand and caught my own. Watching his face I could see that he was still deeply and truly asleep, but, he was still reaching for me. He pulled my hand in close to his heart and stayed that way.

 An odd, triumphant sense of joy flooded through me with that touch. He was reaching for me, even if it was unconsciously. Silently I slipped forward, over the sea of material between us and slipped close to him. I knew that this was as good a time as any to test him without getting my ass kicked. He was just as tired as I felt. Yet the feeling of being tired was so normal to me that I was able to move on further.

 He let me into his arms easily. I didn’t care what I would have to explain when I woke up, I just wanted to be closer to him, and his heartbeat. Being in Heero’s arms was like basking in the light of heaven.

“watashi ah shimas Heero.”

“Me too.”

 I could swear that I heard his lazy, whispering voice reply. Oh gods did it feel wonderful to hear those words spoken to me. I slept after that, warm and comfortable for the first time in months.
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 Wufei stuck his head into Heero and Duo’s shared room quietly, not knowing what he would see. The two were curled up together, soundly sleeping. Maxwell had a rather childlike expression on his face and was busily sucking on his thumb, small kitten like noises emanating from his throat. Heero was holding him in what looked to be a protective embrace, his features calm and placid in comparison to what they normally were.

 The Chinese boy shook his head in consternation. Those two were as unpredictable as night and day. He closed the door once again, letting them rest. As he walked down the stairs he shook his head slowly, when Heero had brought Duo in, the boy had looked like hell. In truth he didn’t look much better now that they were back, however he seemed much more at ease than he had been.

 He smiled at the gentle whispers of Sakura in his ear. She had been constantly close to him this whole day. After having Maxwell and Yuy come home at four in the morning everyone had once again retired to their separate living spaces to sleep. Now it was about mid-day and the two pilots still slept. He turned and reached out to grab the woman that he knew was directly behind him. It was the most unusual sensation in the world to feel someone literally fade into his grasp.

“Hello woman.”

 She looked very indignant, raising an eyebrow. “Just who’re you calling woman? I’m much older than you,” she grinned and glared at him darkly, “boy!”

 Quatre meandered by, silently trailed by Trowa and Dorthy. He nodded to the Chinese pilot who now looked ever so slightly embarrassed.

“G’afternoon Wufei,” he smiled up at the woman who was a few inches taller than he and hovering about a foot off the ground, “and Sakura.”

Neither Dorthy nor Trowa laughed their amusement at the sight of the angel’s face. Trowa looked over to Dorthy and raised an eyebrow. The longhaired girl nodded and kept walking with Quatre. Without looking over his shoulder the little blonde smiled and nodded.

“That’s fine Trowa, I’ll see you in the kitchen.”

Wufei looked as if he had just seen a ghost or been enlightened or something to that effect. He looked to the angel in his arms and raised an eyebrow.

“Any idea about how they manage to do that?”

She shook her head seriously. “I have no idea.”

*DUO POV*

 I stared through sleep dulled eyes at the light green glowing numbers of the clock next to me. The little numbers cheerfully told me that it was around midnight, the next day. Heero and I had slept through the day to wake once again in the evening. The first thought that came to me was that I ought to eat, however my appetite seemed to have deserted me like a traitor. I rolled over and inadvertently closer to Heero. The Japanese boy opened his eyes and stared at me levelly, not saying a word. He wasn’t cold, nor was he anything in particular, he was just watching me.

“Ohayo Heero-kun.”

 He nodded once, his ice blue eyes never leaving my own. I was used to silence from him, it was something that I had come to expect. It was now or never. With a deep breath I geared myself up to speak my peace, only to be interrupted by a finger on my lips. I looked at Heero through what were most likely huge eyes and asked him silently just what in hell he thought he was doing.

 He answered me by leaning into me and meeting his lips with my own. It was a curious moment that, for I couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on, and I was very confused, if happy. I started just slightly as I realized that his tongue was lightly tracing my lips, asking for admittance. At that request my mouth was open for business.

 The next few moments were the most curious of my entire lifetime, I was sitting outside myself observing the situation analytically, as one might look at a math problem. We were laying there and kissing; Heero ’s tongue seemed to have invaded my mouth completely and was being very friendly with my own, inviting me to join in this kiss or submit, and daring me to make the decision right then. I stopped thinking about it at that point and dived in, true to Maxwell style. If this was my chance with Heero Yuy then I intended to feel every moment of it.

 Alex and Fusei stared at the scene with horror burning in their eyes. Almost casually Alex turned her head over to Fusei.

/I bet you found out where the sword is, didn’t you?/

 Fusei nodded slowly, ice creeping over her entire form. /Yup./

/We can’t let this happen./

/How can we stop it though? This is what they’ve both been wanting for so long!/

/Don’t I know it. Maybe we can let them take it a little further./ The small demon looked extremely doubtful.

/Whatever we do, we’d better do it fast!/

*DUO POV*

 I was dimly aware that I was erect, I think I realized that as I felt Heero shift slightly as he laid under me. He had pulled me onto his chest and proceeded to run his hands all over me; over my face, through my hair, which he had let down; down my back, everywhere. His fingertips seemed to leave little trails of fire on my skin and just about the only sound in the room was that of heavy panting breaths, mostly my own.

“H-Heero?”

“Shhhh.”

 I couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t talk to me, and tell me what his intentions were. I couldn’t understand what had suddenly possessed him to just take me this way. He was just as hard as I was, so there must have been a reason for it. I had to talk and fill the silence that was filling the room.

“Why are you doing this?”

 I received no answer, and the only thing that occurred was that Heero slipped his hands down the length of my front down to more sensitive regions. My little yip of both surprise and pleasure was one of the only sounds in the room.

 “Just tell me, what are you doing this for? Heero, I’ve wanted you so badly for such a long time---I--"

 I was about ready to sob for all that I was denied. If this were just some kind of joke then I think I would really die right there. After another almost angry kiss I looked at him, planting my hands on his shoulders and staring into his slightly flushed face. He looked up at me with an expression that I had never seen on his rather bland, but gorgeous face before. He looked warm, as if he were studying something beautiful, exotic, and wonderful.

“Do you want to?”

 I couldn’t believe he was asking me this. It was like a dream come true. There hadn’t been enough said yet, I hadn’t felt enough of him, I wanted to know every part of his body before, before I did that.

“Not yet, but soon koibito, soon because I’ve been waiting for this a LONG time.”

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