Teena: Hey, all. Teena Maxwell-Yui, resident evil *snickers* and
braided Death girl, here. This fic is yaoi, and is probably going to be
lemon. If I can make myself do it. Yes, peoples, I am writing this
foreword BEFORE I write the story. *blinks* Here's an interesting fact.
I already know how the end of the fic is going to go. Not just the very
end, but the main section leading to the end. I just don't know how I'm
gonna get there. N-E-way. If I understand the abbrvs. right, the slash
marks go seme x uke. In which case this would be a 13x1. *sniggers*
Normally, I am a Heero/Duo fan, but I have seen, if I recall correctly,
NO 13x1 fics. Not even any 1x13s. So I decided to write one. Just to
say I did.
Duo: *jumps into view* I want everyone to know I had NOTHING to do with
this! This idea came whole cloth from HER *points at Teena* twisted
mind! I tried to talk her out of it, but she wouldn't listen to me!
Teena: *shoves Duo out of the way* Uresai, Duo! True, folks, he DID try
to talk me out of it. In case you're wondering why he would have
anything to do with it, this baka *glares at Duo* has appointed HIMSELF
my muse. *shakes her head in resignation* I'm probably gonna be writing
some really weird stuff. For those of you who cringe at the thought of
having Duo for a muse, I'll tell you, it gets worse. This is a package
deal. Where Duo goes, Heero follows. So I've got both of them staying
here, taking up space, breathing down my neck, and keeping me up
nights. Sometimes with noise, sometimes with...other things. *looks
thoughtful* The other things do a lot to compensate, though. *shakes it
off* I'm getting off-track. *winces* Heero doesn't know about this fic
yet. When he reads it, he's prob'ly gonna wipe the floor with me.
Duo: You are going to be in SUCH deep trouble. When you promised a
lemon, we thought it was gonna be the two of us.
Teena: *looks defensive* I'll do one for you two. I just wanna do this
first. The idea won't go away, so I have to write it.
Duo: *sing-song* Heero's gonna be ti~icked!
Teena: *makes a frustrated noise* I know that! Uresai! What is this,
the foreword that wouldn't die? I'm stopping here! If anyone wants to
read me babble more, go to the end of the fic. *winces* In which, Heero
finds out about the fic. *chibis* Pity me.
Duo: You forgot the disclaimer.
Teena: Huh? *rereads foreword* You're right. I did. Okay, here it is.
I don't own the G-boys, unfortunately, or anything else related to
Gundam Wing. G-Wing is owned by... um, I think it's Bandai. I am making
no money from this, and sueing me will get you my glassware collection
and not much else.
Unexpected Desires
Somewhere in a remote OZ base, a prisoner sat in an otherwise empty
cell. His legs were drawn up to his chest, with his restrained arms
laying on his knees. Every so often he would test the restraints, but
as they went pretty much from wrist to elbow, he was unlikely to break
them. Cold, Prussian blue eyes glared at the supposedly hidden
surveillance camera in one wall. The designers of the camera had
thought it to be undetectable. The prisoner had found it within five
minutes of being put in the cell. Though this surprised the common
soldiers, the upper echelons of the base considered it only natural.
After all, the prisoner was a Gundam pilot.
Up at the monitor station, a low-ranking OZ soldier shivered at the
gaze being transmitted by the camera. It seemed to promise painful
death and dismemberment to whoever was watching. The soldier knew it
was no empty threat, this prisoner had killed several guards since his
capture. The man turned from the screens as the door opened. In walked
the supreme commander of OZ, Treize Khushrenada. The soldier bolted to
his feet and saluted. Treize smiled, then waved one gloved hand
dismissively. "At ease, soldier."
Treize moved over to the bank of monitor screens as the guard relaxed
and returned to his post. The OZ general gazed with no little
fascination at the slender form shown on the screen. "So, this is the
infamous Pilot 01,"he murmered. "Exquisite."
"Sir? Did you say something?"
"Nothing of importance. What is the status of the prisoner?"
The soldier swallowed nervously. He had been hoping the General
wouldn't ask. "Ah, the doctor says he should be fully recovered in a
day or two. None of his bones were broken."
Treize gave him a sharp look. "Fully recovered from what, soldier? I
sent explicit orders that he was not to be injured."
"Sorry, sir. The prisoner killed several of the guards. A few of their
friends decided to take revenge for it. I tried to stop them, but they
ranked me, and they wouldn't listen. If it helps any, sir, most of the
offenders are in much worse shape than the prisoner. He's some fighter,
sir."
A faint smile touched Treize's lips. "That's only to be expected, the
prisoner is a Gundam pilot, after all. Deactivate the surveillance. I
intend to pay our prisoner a visit. Oh, and have one of the command
level suites reinforced and installed with cameras. Take out anything
that might aid escape. As it appears I cannot trust my own
subordinates, I shall simply have to keep the prisoner close by."
"Sir?! You want me to deactivate the surveillance while you're in
there? That boy is dangerous! He killed three guards and severely
injured several more."
"I know that, soldier. Are you questioning my orders?" Treize's look
became dangerous.
"No, sir! I just thought..."
"Thinking is a good thing. Questioning a superiour officer is not. Do
as I ordered."
"Yes, sir. Deactivating cameras and microphones." The soldier pressed
two buttons on his board, then came to attention. "Anything else, sir?"
"Yes. I want the prisoner's new accomodations ready by the time I'm
finished. I'll be taking Pilot 01 with me."
The soldier gulped. General Khushrenada was a brave man. "Yes, sir.
I'll contact the techs immediately."
"Thank you. I'll contact you when I'm finished down there." With that,
Treize walked out the door, leaving a very impressed young man behind
him. The soldier watched him leave, then contacted the techs with
General Khushrenada's request. Sitting down again, he looked at the
blank screen, which moments before had held the image of Pilot 01. /You
couldn't pay me to go in there alone. You're a braver man than I,
General./
Down in the cellblock, Treize stood before the door leading into Pilot
01's cell. He stood there for a moment, reconsidering the wisdom of
this course of action. In the end, however, Treize's incredible
stubbornness won out, and he entered the cell. Eyes cold as ice and
blue as the ocean immediately shifted their focus, levelling a piercing
stare on the OZ general. A stare Treize returned, assessing Pilot 01 in
person for the first time. He was, to put it bluntly, both impressed
and fascinated. Treize moved further into the cell, careful to keep a
decent amount of distance between the prisoner and himself. He was
stubborn, not foolhardy.
"Pilot 01, I presume?" Treize's nose wrinkled." Such an... inelegant
designation. I assume you have a name?"
The prisoner's stare/glare darkened, but he nodded once, quickly.
Treize gave him a studied look of patience. "And that name would be?"
The pris--oh, forget this, we all know who it is, even if Treize
doesn't, and I never intended this fic to follow Treize exclusively--
HEERO's lips thinned into a grim line. Did Khushrenada really expect
him to just hand out his name?
Treize lifted one eyebrow. "You do realize I can find out even if you
don't tell me? You can be tracked by appearance, rather than name. To
quote an old adage, 'A picture is worth a thousand words.' We have a
number of pictures of you."
Heero's frown deepened. Much as he hated to admit it, the man was
right. If they really wanted to, OZ could track down past records using
a picture of him. "Heero."
Treize smiled, slightly amused. "Heero Yui, correct? After the peace-
minded colonial leader. Why am I not surprised? Well, Heero, I suggest
you prepare yourself to leave. As it seems I cannot trust my guards to
follow my orders, I'll be shifting you to a room on the command level.
Somewhere I can keep an eye on you."
Heero smirked. Treize's difficulties were his advantages. "Trouble in
the ranks, General?" Heero's voice dripped with malice.
"Hmmmm. In a way. If you'll recall, several guards decided to take
revenge for certain of your actions. Unauthorized revenge. I left
strict orders that you were not to be harmed. I'll decide what to do
with the offenders later. I may simply drum them out of OZ. I suspect
you meted out sufficient punishment on your own."
"Hn."
"A man of few words, I see. Tell me, are you always like this, or am I
simply bad company?"
Heero glared at him. "I'm not in the habit of having casual
conversations with my enemies." His tone was scathing. A lesser man
would have cringed. Treize simply smiled again.
"Well, perhaps sometime soon, we will no longer be enemies. Come along,
I'll take you to your new quarters now." Treize moved over to the
intercom by the door, and activated it. "This is Treize. Are the
prisoner's new rooms ready?"
*Yes, sir. Should I send some guards down there to help you escort
him?*
"Not necessary. I'll handle this myself. I have a gun, and he's
handcuffed. Besides, I suspect he realizes just how hopeless escape is
in his current position."
*Yes, sir. Out.*
Treize deactivated the intercom, and turned to face Heero, who was now
standing up, back straight. Taking out his gun, Treize motioned Heero
to the door. "I would prefer not to have to use this. It would be best
for both of us if you just cooperated, Heero."
"Omae o korosu."
Treize lifted one eyebrow. "I'm sure you will, but not today. Shall we
go?"
Heero walked stiffly over to and through the door, Treize following
close behind. He had no intention of giving this lovely young man any
chance of escape. In a way, he felt lucky that his orders had been
disobeyed. It gave him an excuse to keep Heero Yui close to him. /I feel
this situation has definite possibilities./
A few days later, Treize woke up in the middle of the night. It was
something that happened occasionally, for no apparent reason. Knowing
he would have a difficult time returning to sleep, he got up and moved
over to a monitor screen in one wall. He might as well look in on
Heero. He had been visiting the boy every day, and had at least gotten
him to talk from time to time. Treize activated the screen, expecting
to see the young man sleeping peacefully. Instead, he saw Heero tossing
and turning in his bed, face twisted in agony. His lips were moving,
but whatever he was saying was too low for the microphones to pick up.
Treize's brow furrowed. Obviously, something was wrong. He quickly
dressed, then walked down the hall to Heero's rooms. A quick gesture
indicated that the guards should let him in and deactivate the
surveillance devices. As soon as he entered the room, Treize walked
over to the bed. Now he could make out what Heero was saying.
"No...my fault...don't want to be a soldier...I killed her...no ...
killed all of them...started the war. I came to prevent the war!
NOOO!" The last word scaled up into a scream, as Heero bolted upright
in his bed, breathing hard, only to be caught by Treize's arms. The boy
collapsed, sobbing. Treize was shocked, and it showed on his face,
though not in his touch or voice as he stroked the young pilot's back,
murmuring to him soothingly. It was a good thing the rooms on this
level were soundproofed, or that scream would have brought the guards
running. That could have been a disaster. Somehow, Treize knew
instinctively that Heero despised this weakness, and didn't like others
witnessing his display of emotion. Most likely, when Heero calmed down,
the younger man would have some harsh words for Treize. He didn't care
in the slightest. This lovely boy, this dark angel of death, was in
pain, and Treize would do whatever he could to soothe that pain.
Treize's attention was jolted from his musings. Heero's sobs were
dying down, and the tremors which racked his slender frame were almost
gone. A moment later, Heero had regained his self-control. Then, the
fact that Treize was holding him registered. He flung himself up off
the bed and away from Treize, an angry snarl twisting his face. "What
are you doing here?"
Up until now, only Duo had known about the dreams he had. Only Duo had
held him and comforted him as he recovered from the horror of his
nightmares. Now, this man, his captor, his enemy, and, right now, his
only companion, also knew about his weakness. Treize had witnessed the
aftermath of his dreams, and... had helped him through it. Why? Some of
Heero's fury calmed. Why had Treize helped him?
Treize watched as Heero's rage dimmed. While the anger was still
there, some of it had been replaced with confusion. Now, he felt, was
probably the best time to answer the question Heero had asked him.
"I was awake, and when I checked on you, you appeared to be in pain. So
I came to see what I could do to help."
Heero's face grew even more baffled. Treize decided he rather enjoyed
keeping this usually stoic and unflappable young man off-balance. He
barely caught Heero's next whispered question. "Why?"
Treize smiled wryly. "Would you prefer the truthful answer, or the
political one?"
Heero shot the older man an irritated look. "I want the truth,
Treize."
Treize was not at all surprised. Well, there was another old adage he
was fond of. 'Actions speak louder than words.' Treize decided to take
a chance. He got up and walked over to where the boy stood against the
wall. Treize reached out one hand to hold Heero's chin gently, then
leaned down to kiss the young pilot.
Heero was frozen in shock, his mind a-whirl. Treize was kissing him!
Treize was his enemy! Although, Heero was a prisoner right now, not a
soldier. Did prisoners still owe allegiance to causes? Heero had been
fighting an attraction to this tall, handsome, elegant man who now held
him. Now, he couldn't fight any more. Heero's lips softened under
Treize's, one hand creeping up to hold the older man's neck. Treize was
shocked, but accepting, and the kiss deepened. Heero had one last
thought before he gave in entirely. /Have I gone insane?/
Treize's tongue brushed gently over Heero's lips, then moved inside as
they parted. The general was delighted to discover that his desire was
shared, as the young pilot's tongue sparred with his own. Heero started
to fumble with the unfamiliar fastenings of the OZ uniform, making a
frustrated noise as his fingers slipped. Treize gently pushed his hand
away, then opened the shirt himself. He slid a hand under Heero's tank
top, reaching up to toy with a nipple. Heero moaned and arched into
Treize's touch, hungrily devouring the general's mouth.
Treize started moving towards the bed, drawing Heero with him gently.
He disengaged for a moment to slip the green tank top off over Heero's
head, and to pull off his own open shirt. Heero immediately took
advantage of the expanse of chest thus revealed, running his hands over
the older man's torso, then pressing closer. Treize groaned, then
tilted the boy's head up, taking his mouth harshly, driven by desire.
Heero wrapped his arms around Treize and sank down onto the bed,
pulling the other down with him. Treize laid down on the bed willingly,
pulling at the tight shorts that had to be highly uncomfortable for the
young pilot at the moment.
Heero lifted his hips, allowing Treize to get the shorts off,
meanwhile unfastening Treize's belt. He was rather firmly diverted from
this task, however, when Treize ran one hand along Heero's hardening
member. Heero gasped, and Treize leaned down to capture his open mouth,
running a finger down the inside of the younger man's thigh. Heero
moaned and shifted under Treize, trying to redirect the general's hand
back to his throbbing length.
Treize smiled, and continued to caress Heero, frequently coming close
to, but never actually touching, the pilot's erect shaft. He trailed a
line of wet kisses down Heero's neck and across his chest, stopping to
gently nip and tease one taut nipple, then the other. Breath hissed
through Heero's teeth as Treize continued with his exquisite torment,
teasing with light, brushing touches. The Wing pilot writhed under
Treize, moaning softly.
Treize pulled back slightly, wanting to take in the sight of this
lovely dark angel who now lay beneath him. Heero's eyes flew open as he
felt the pressure of Treize's body against his lessen. Treize smiled
smugly at the look in those eyes, dazed, hungry, clouded by pleasure
and need. He reached out to softly stroke the young pilot's cheek
reassuringly, silently promising that he wasn't leaving. Heero reached
up to hold the hand to his face. "Treize... I want... I need... you...
inside me. Onegai, Treize, please."
Treize's eyes widened. "My Azrael, beautiful dark angel... are you
sure?"
Heero nodded, and Treize smiled. Pulling a tube of lubricant out of
one pocket, he then quickly shucked his pants. Heero looked at the
lubricant questioningly. Treize lifted an eyebrow. "I believe in being
prepared for anything." This said, Treize coated a finger with the
lube, then distracted Heero with a passionate kiss while he slipped it
through the tight ring of muscle. Heero winced slightly, but managed to
avoid tensing up. He knew the pain would pass quickly. It did. When
Heero had relaxed again, Treize slipped in another finger, gently
streching the passage.
Pressing deeper, Treize hit the spot that sent jolts of pleasure
coursing through Heero's body. The young pilot gasped and shifted,
trying to keep Treize's fingers in contact with that spot. Treize
chuckled, pulling his fingers almost out, listening to Heero's moan of
disappointment, before adding a third finger and pressing back in.
Heero's breath caught, and his back arched up off the bed. 'Treize...
please... NOW!"
Treize studied Heero's face. Yes, he was ready. The general removed
his fingers, ignoring Heero's quiet whimper, and swiftly coated his
rock-hard length with the lubricant. He entered the young pilot with
one quick thrust, deciding it was better to get the painful part over
with as soon as possible. A small grimace marred Heero's features, and
he tensed a bit. Treize waited, holding still, to allow him to adjust
to the sensation. As he felt Heero's body relax, he started to move,
slowly, gently.
Heero let out a low growl. It felt good, but that wasn't what he
wanted. Heero pulled Treize's mouth down to meet his own, silently
urging him on, telling him without words exactly what he wanted. Treize
got the message, and began to speed his thrusts. Curving one hand
around Heero's stiff shaft, Treize pumped it, delibrately in a
different rhythm from his thrusts.
Heero whimpered and clutched at the sheets, heat and the need for
release running rampant through his body. The dual sensations Treize
was inflicting on him were too much, and Heero came, crying out. A
moment later, Treize reached his own climax, and both men fell back
onto the sheets, spent. The OZ general pulled the Gundam pilot gently
into the circle of his arms, and they both slept, exhausted.
Some hours later, Heero stirred. Opening his eyes, he was greeted with
the sight of Treize's face mere inches from his own. Deep, cobalt pools
widened in shock. A moment later, he recalled the events of earlier,
and suppressed a groan. What had he done? The young pilot carefully
extricated himself from Treize's embrace and went into the bathroom. He
stopped in front of the sink and looked into the mirror. His own face
stared back at him, dark brown hair that was messier than usual,
flushed skin, Prussian blue eyes filled with disgust and self-loathing.
Heero slammed a fist into the mirror, shattering it, before stepping
into the shower. He turned it on, letting the hot water wash over him,
cleaning surface filth, but leaving the inner uncleanness he felt
untouched. He was a soldier, and he had slept with the leader of those
he was supposed to be fighting. /K'so! What's wrong with me?/
Elsewhere, at the other pilots' current safehouse, Quatre gasped in
shock. Clasping both hands over his heart, the blonde pilot sank to his
knees on the floor. Wide eyes of light blue stared at nothing, focus
lost. Trowa was at his side in an instant, abandoning the computer he
had been working on. "Quatre, are you alright? What is it?"
Quatre blinked, then his eyes focused on Trowa." My uchuu no kokoro...
It's Heero, something's wrong with Heero."
Duo walked into the room just in time to hear the end of that
sentence. "Of course somethin's wrong with him, he's bein' held
prisoner by OZ! You havin' another one of your space heart attacks?"
Quatre managed to muster a smile at Duo's joke, but Trowa just shot
the braided pilot a quelling look. Duo, who has in the past stood up to
HEERO'S looks, was undaunted. "So, what's the deal, Quatre? Torture,
drugs, yet ANOTHER attempt to self-destruct, what?"
The blonde boy shook his head. "Nothing like that. I don't think he's
been hurt, physically, but his emotional state is awful. He's in such
turmoil! Duo... I, I think I can find him! Can you get me a map?"
Duo gave him a doubtful look, but went to get a map. He was back a
moment later, rolled up map firmly in hand. He spread it out in front
of Quatre. The young blonde stared at the map for a moment, then placed
a finger down in one place. "We're here, right?" Trowa looked, then
gave a quick nod. Quatre closed his eyes, concentrating on the
direction he seemed to feel Heero in. Opening his eyes again, he looked
down at the map, and quickly stabbed a finger down on it. Tracing a
circle, the young pilot nodded. "He's somewhere in this area. I'm sure
of it."
Trowa looked at the space Quatre's finger had outlined and nodded.
"That narrows the possible locations down a great deal. I'll start a
search for OZ bases in that area." Climbing to his feet, Trowa went
back to the computer. Canceling the search program already in progress,
he began the sequence for a new one. "I'm not sure how long this will
take."
Quatre looked at him, wide-eyed. "We have to hurry! Heero could be in
danger!"
Duo grinned. "Yare, yare, Quatre, such a lack of faith. This is Heero
Yui we're talkin' about, man. Danger doesn't touch him! Heck, I think
it's scared of him! He'll come out alright, I know it."
"You didn't feel what I felt. I don't know what's happening, but it's
got Heero turned inside out. What could do that to him?"
Duo's grin dropped away, leaving the Deathscythe pilot wearing an
uncharacteristically somber look. "You don't wanna know, Quatre,
believe me, you don't wanna know."
Back at the base, Treize woke up to the sound of running water. Heero
was gone. Treize wandered into the bathroom, intent on joining his
young lover in the shower. The general let out a small gasp as he saw
the shattered mirror, and the shards of glass in the sink. He decided
that his shower could wait, when Heero got out, they were going to have
a talk. Treize went back out to wait on the bed. Heero didn't take
long, a few minutes later, the young pilot walked out of the bathroom
with a towel around his waist. Ignoring Treize, he picked up his
clothes and dressed quickly. Treize was having none of that. Standing
up, he went over to Heero and put a hand on the boy's arm.
Heero knocked it off, looking at Treize for the first time. The older
man almost flinched. The look in those eyes... Anger, disgust, pain,
bitter self-hatred and loathing. Obviously, he was having a great deal
of trouble reconciling what had happened between them with their
respective roles in the war. They really did need to talk. Treize put
his hand on Heero's arm again, this time gripping it, gently but
firmly. He didn't budge when Heero tried to shake him off.
"Let go of me!" Heero hissed angrily, trying to pull away.
"Never, my Azrael. I think we have much to discuss."
Heero blinked at Treize, momentarily diverted. "Why do you call me
that?"
"Call you what? Azrael? Azrael was an Archangel, the angel of death."
Heero scoffed, turning away from Treize. "You've got the wrong Gundam
pilot. You want Duo."
Treize looked confused for a moment, then realization dawned. "Ah,
yes, Duo Maxwell, Pilot 02. He calls himself Shinigami, does he not?
The God of Death. Hmm, I think not. A god may be a bit much even for
me. I am quite satisfied with my dark angel."
Heero whirled to face him, snarling. "And what if your 'angel' isn't
satisfied with you? You're the enemy, I should be killing you, not
fucking you!"
Treize lifted an eyebrow, unperturbed. "Actually, to be accurate, I
was fucking you. Would it help any if I told you that you were not the
only Gundam pilot I've been with?"
This revelation rocked Heero back on his heels, shocking him out of
his anger. He stopped to think about this, brow furrowed in thought. A
moment later, he spoke. "So, you're Wufei's lover. We were wondering
why he was so determined to hide your identity. It's rather obvious
now."
Treize smiled. "What, precisely, brings you to the conclusion that the
pilot was Wufei? It's entirely possible that my only contact with the
little dragon has been our sword duels."
Heero snorted. "Don't insult my intelligence, Treize. Too many things
click into place for it to be anyone else. Besides, even if I was
guessing, what you just said would have confirmed it. You referred to
him as 'the little dragon'. I somehow doubt you have these nicknames
for everyone."
"Very astute. You're correct, in both of your suppositions. Wufei is my
lover, and I do not have such nicknames for many. Only those I'm fond
of. Why don't you consider that, while I go take a shower?"
With that, Treize did indeed go to take his shower, leaving a baffled
but thoughtful Heero staring after him. By the time he came back out,
Heero had done quite a thorough job of 'considering that'. The young
pilot looked at Treize defiantly as he dressed. "I'm going to escape,
sooner or later. You can't hold me here forever."
Treize gave a faint smile as he finished fastening his shirt. "Perhaps
not. However, I can try. Perhaps by the time you get your chance, you
will no longer wish to leave."
"No. I'll leave whether I wish to or not. I have a duty. As long as you
understand I will be trying my best to find a way out, however..."
Treize heard the unspoken end to the sentence, and his smile grew more
visible. "I understand that quite well. However..." Treize came closer,
and kissed Heero lightly. Hesitantly, he responded. Before things could
go any farther, Treize pulled away, and went over to the door. "I'll be
back at the usual time, Heero. We can talk then."
With that, he left. True to his word, though, he did return. The two
talked, as they had on visits prior to their nighttime encounter. Over
the next few days, their relationship fell into a pattern. Treize would
come by during the day to talk, and during the night for... other
activities. Heero discovered that Treize had a sharp wit, and a dry
sense of humor. Treize discovered Heero's passionate side, and, one
night when the nightmares came again, he saw the boy's tender, vulnerable
side. Each saw things they admired in the other, and started to form
a bond, try though Heero did to prevent it. Then one day, of course,
fate intervened.
Explosions shook the base, throwing the guards into disarray. However,
the populated areas were almost untouched. Two Gundams, specifically,
Sandrock and Shenlong, tore into the base's defences. Elsewhere, two
Gundam pilots made a much more covert entrance. Duo and Trowa were on a
specific mission. No random violence, much to Duo's dismay. This was a
seek-and-rescue mission. Find Heero, and get him out of the complex.
Hopefully, avoiding contact with the OZ soldiers in the base. The two
Gundams outside were basically a distraction. A way to keep the enemy
confused and off-balance. The biggest danger to their mission, however,
was not the soldiers. It was the possibility that they might not be
able to FIND Heero. They knew he was in this complex, but his exact
location had not been in the OZ database. Not in any of the files they
could access, anyway. Trowa was a decent hacker, but he was nowhere
near Heero's level. He hadn't been able to get into everything. All
they could do was look for Heero, and pray they found him before they
were found out.
Elsewhere in the base, Treize Khushrenada got up from where he had
been sitting, on the bed next to Heero. He looked down at the young
pilot, whose cobalt eyes held a glint of hope, deep within. Hope for
escape. Hope for an end to the emotional storm which had plagued him
since meeting Khushrenada. Hope to return to what he once was. Treize
brushed his fingers lightly across Heero's cheek as he prepared to
leave.
"It would appear, my dark angel, that your compatriots have discovered
your location. They are, as we speak, mounting a rescue attempt. I am
afraid I simply cannot allow that. I intend to keep you for quite some
time to come."
The last thing the OZ general heard, before he was knocked
unconscious, were Heero's whispered words. "You don't have a choice.
None of us do."
Heero knelt down, and picked up the fallen man, placing him carefully
on the recently vacated bed. Thankfully, Treize had removed the
handcuffs when he came to see Heero, as was his habit. The young pilot
of Wing then walked over to the door, cleared his throat, and spoke, in
a perfect imitation of Treize's voice.
"Open the door, quickly. I have to see to the defences."
The door opened, and Heero lept out, taking the guards by
surprise.There were only two, both of whom he quickly felled. They
never had a chance. Heero took off down the hall, looking for a way
out. He suspected someone would already be in the base, searching for
him, but he couldn't just sit still and wait to be found. Thinking on
the run, Heero decided to go to the prison wing. Anyone looking for him
would probably go there first. Dodging guards with an ease born of
practice, Heero made his way to the prison wing in record time. He
found several soldiers, already knocked out. Going inside, he
discovered Trowa on the computer, searching through the cell listings.
"Trowa."
The Heavyarms pilot whirled, aiming his gun at the intruder. His one
visible eye widened when he saw who had snuck up on him. He stood up,
putting the gun away.
"Heero. So, we were wasting our time in the wrong part of the complex?"
"Yes. We?"
"Duo is here, too. He's conducting a cell-by-cell search. I'll go get
him."
Trowa disappeared into the cell block. A moment later, a low murmur
could be heard. Then a very loud, very clear remark.
"Nani?! You mean he got HIMSELF out?"
Yes, Duo was definitely here. Seconds later, Trowa and Duo walked out.
Duo ran up and slung an arm over Heero's shoulders.
"Geez, man, you ARE the Perfect Soldier, aren't you? We come in here ta
rescue ya, and what happens? You rescue yourself!"
Heero barely kept himself from flinching at Duo's remark. He wasn't
the Perfect Soldier. The Perfect Soldier wouldn't have feelings for an
enemy. The Perfect Soldier wouldn't have spared Treize's life because
of those feelings. For the rest of the war, Heero would have to live
with the knowledge that he could have ended it with one blow. All the
people who died after this, it would be his fault. Heero pushed that
thought to the back of his mind. Right now, the first priority was
escape. He could wallow in guilt after they were safe.
"Let's get out of here. Quatre and Wufei can't keep this up forever."
Duo and Trowa nodded agreement. The two boys led the way back to where
they had gotten in. It didn't take long, since they knew where they
were going. A short time later, they were out, and a safe distance
away. Well, safe is a relative term, but they were as safe as they
could be while in the vicinity of the base. Trowa pressed a button on
his wrist-com, and the two Gundams attacking the complex broke off, and
headed for the horizon. Duo led the way through the trees, to a place
near the road. Sitting there, waiting for them, was what Duo called a
Herbie-car, and most people called a VW Beetle. Duo watched too many
ancient movies. Heero gave the car a fairly askance look.
"A Beetle?"
Duo grinned at him. "Hey, it's inconspicuous, gotta give it that!"
"...." Heero looked at Trowa, knowing he would have the worst of it. He
was the tallest of the three. "You let him bring this thing?"
Trowa shrugged. "He was given the job of procuring a car. I never saw
it until he showed up with it. Who's driving?"
"Me, me, me!" Duo bounced up and down, waving his arms madly. "I wanna
drive!"
Heero gave Duo one of his patented Looks. "No. I've seen you drive. I
didn't escape that base just to die now."
Duo's jaw dropped. "Man! Heero, did you just make a JOKE? What HAPPENED
to you in there? You feeling okay?"
/What happened to me... if only you knew, Duo./ Heero's eyes became
distant, contemplating the time he had spent as Treize's prisoner. Had
it changed him?
Duo was shocked, Heero hadn't told him to shut up. The braided pilot
exchanged a look with Trowa. What HAD happened to Heero while he was a
prisoner of OZ? Time enough to ask him later. Right now, they had to
get out of there. Duo tugged on Heero's arm, interrupting his reverie,
heading for the small car.
"We gotta get a move on, the others'll be waitin' for us. Q was way
worried about ya, babblin' something about his uchuu no kokoro, and
feelin' turmoil. Weird stuff, but I trust the kid's instincts."
Heero and Trowa shared a resigned look as they followed the still
babbling Duo. It was going to be a long trip. For those who are
interested, Trowa drove. The three pilots made it back to the safehouse
without incident. The five Gundam soldiers were reunited.
About a week later, Heero looked out the window of their current
safehouse, and saw Wufei next to his motorcycle. Obviously, the Chinese
pilot was about to disappear again. Duo and Quatre were out there too.
Quatre was sipping tea and smelling the flowers, as per usual for the
young blonde. Duo was staring at Wufei, as if he thought he could
divine where the other was going from the wrinkles on his jacket. Heero
closed his eyes for a moment, silently debating with himself. Decision
made, he walked outside, and went over to Wufei, laying one hand on the
other pilot's arm. "Wufei..."
Wufei tried to shake off his hand, not turning to look at him. "I am
leaving now, you know I will return when I am ready. I have to be
somewhere."
Heero suppressed a sigh, and tried something else. In a lower voice, he
spoke again. "Dragon..." Wufei whirled, and shocked ebony met resigned
cobalt.
"Why did you call me that, Yui?"
Uncharacteristically, Heero hesitated. /Do I want to tell him? Can I
take that risk?/ Wufei's shocked appearance gave way to irritation and
impatience. "I do not have time for games, Yui. Say what you are here
to say, or let me leave. As I said, I have somewhere to be."
Heero took a deep breath, nodded, and said what he was here to say.
"Give Treize my regards, Wufei. Also, tell him... I'm sorry."
With that, Heero walked quickly back into the house, leaving a stunned
Wufei staring after him. The Chinese pilot considered going after him
and demanding an explanation. After a swift replay of the short
conversation, however, he realized the toll just saying that much had
taken on the other boy. It would be dishonorable to make him suffer any
further. Wufei mounted his motorcycle, and roared off down the road.
Besides, he didn't have to get the information from Heero.
/I'll just ask Treize./
~owari~ (The End)
Teena: Ta da! That's it! I first posted this in sections on the GWML.
I didn't intend to when I started it, but it happened.
Heero: Hn. I can't believe you wrote this. I would not have sex with
Treize, for two reasons.
Teena: Yah, yah, I know. He's the enemy, and you're with Duo. Don't fuss at me.
Heero: Nani? I don't fuss.
Teena: You're fussing. Go fuss at Duo, I'm busy.
Heero: Omae-
Teena: -o korosu, I know. Later. Go tie Duo to a headboard or something.
Better yet, tie Treize to a headboard. I've had requests for a sequel,
and I'm considering it.
Heero: *pales*