Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Unexpected *Repost* ❯ Unexpected Hate ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Unexpected

Author: Eris aka discord2chaos

Pairings: established 3x4, eventual 1x5 and2x3x4

Genre: Angst, Drama, Romance

 

A/N: No I don't own Gundam Wing. Never have, never will.

Okay people for any of you who actually read this, this is the first post for gwuniverse, the third repost for mediaminer, and the fourth for ffnet, and yes I know that there seem to be two plotlines going on but I am just setting it up for the sequel I have in mind.

And I suggest everybody start at the beginning again you'll notice some changes in the story MAJOR changes. I have decided to make it a crossover with a certain semi-new anime. Which I also do not own, by the way. And to anyone who guesses a special commendation and maybe even a cameo. To the others who don't have a clue but want to know all you have to do is e-male me at discord2chaos@yahoo.com.

For those of you who are reading this for the first time there will be lots of Heero angst and descriptions of past torture. Also just a warning this is YAOI, if you don't like it don't read it. For those of you that do I think you might find this saying funny, but true. `Two guys are hotter than one, unless three or more are getting it on.'

On with the fic!

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Chapter One Unexpected Hate

After a stint of difficult missions the pilots had decided to take a break from each other. Quatre and Trowa were in the master bedroom, and the other pilots thought it was best to leave them alone at the moment. Wufei was meditating under an oak tree in one of the many gardens. Duo, insisting on being alone at the moment, was holed up in his room doing God knows what. Heero was doing what he does best, brooding. This want on for the next couple of days. The pilots only seeing each other during mealtimes, not even talking one another then. Finally Wufei had had enough. He knew that the other pilots needed some time to themselves, just like he did, but leaving them alone for to long tended to make them think of their mistakes, some of which would be better left in the past. Now was time for action and he knew just how to pull it off. He smirked at the thought of taking a page out of Maxwell's book and the expression he would see on his face. But just before he was about to implement it the beep for an incoming mission sounded off.

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Halfway around the world in a rundown bunker a room that had been undisturbed for over a decade there was something else there besides spiders and rats. There were people. Not much could be seen in the flickering florescent light but plenty could be heard. What could be seen though was suspicious enough. One was much shorter than the other, they barely stood at only “5 while the other towered over them at “6 `5. The smaller one was taking an aggressive stance, while the taller one was leaning languidly against a wall showing that this wasn't the first time these people had fought, nor would it be the last.

“I won't do it.” As the first one spoke you could get certain nuances from the voice. The speaker was just a boy for starters, but then you began to notice other things; the street accent, the weariness, but most of all the anger. He also seemed pissed that the other person was not taking him as a threat.

“Yes you will.” The other person though seemed to be the polar opposite of their companion. The person was female and seemed completely in control of the conversation and her voice. She was calm and collected, her tone of voice also suggested that she was well educated. She also seemed older than the boy, at least 5 yeast his senior.

“No, I won't.” The boy was quickly losing his temper and seemed to be ready to hit the woman.

“Yes, you will.” The woman's voice hardened knowing that she couldn't give the boy an inch or in the end she would be persuaded instead of him. No, she was too used to his tactics for them to work. So things quickly degenerated from there.

“No!” The boy's anger was starting to get the better of him. His body was starting to tremble from pent up rage. The woman just looked coolly back at him.

“Yes.” The woman's unflappability would be infuriating to even the most diplomatic people.

This time the boy's control snapped and he took a swing with his left arm at the woman only for her to calmly block it. The woman grabbed him and pulled him close to make him look into her eyes.

“Do you want them to die?” She asked him calmly with no hint of anger in her voice. But there was an ice edge to that the boy ignored.

As he screamed “Yes, I want him dead!” he broke down sobbing. Yet the woman continued unmoved by the boy's crying, and just cradled him in her arms. Then asked in a calming voice, as if to show reason to an ill-tempered child.

“Do you want them all to die? Do you want the colonies to lose their only hope for winning this war, their freedom? Do you want Duo Maxwell to die at someone else's hand? Do you want your brothers' death to go unavenged? With each question that was asked the boy shook his head. Yet he did not look convinced. He looked down at his right arm and you could catch a glint of something metal. Finally he looked away and then spoke in an uncertain voice that longed for approval when finally he answered.

“No, but why me, teacher? I'm obsolete.” At this the woman looked down at him fondly.

“If there's one thing I made you it's anything but obsolete.”

When he looked up at her the fire was back in his eyes, and the determination to win against all odds had returned to his voice.

“What do I have to do?”

~@~

On the twisted dark streets of L2 a large gang carried on their duties ever wary of the fact that their leader had yet to return. Only one seemed to be nervous, but he never outwardly showed it. His eyes were only the only things that darted about in the night, subconsciously searching for his love.

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After returning from the mission Duo took off to his and Heero's room slamming the door on Heero's face. Heero sighed as if expecting it and walked down the hall to the library. What he didn't notice was that Wufei was following him.

As Wufei quietly entered the library he saw that Heero was pacing. Heero was so deep in thought that he didn't even notice Wufei coming into the room.

Wufei's POV

Heero is fuming, that much is obvious. Don't get me wrong it is funny as hell but it's not something you see every day even with Duo Maxwell hanging around for the better part of it. The way he was acting it is obvious that Duo was involved in someway. There was the traitorous thought that maybe Heero and Duo finally broke up, but it was quickly buried by specs of his gundam's blueprints.

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Heero's POV

Heero was pacing back and forth trying to soak up the calming atmosphere of the library, but the turbulent thoughts running through his head weren't helping any.

`I did it again. I pissed him off again and I didn't even mean to. It just tends to happen when I'm nervous. I understand that I hit a nerve, but what did I say that bit so deeply? I understand anger but whatever that was it wasn't anger, hate or anything else along those lines. And the way he told me to go away sounded so defeated.'

FLASHBACK

They had just finished the mission, but there had been civilian casualties. When blowing up the base they had killed some war orphans that had broken into the base to steal some of the supplies. Duo wanted to go back to check for survivors.

“Duo stop being an idiot, they were just street rats. They were not important. They would have probably died soon enough anyway.”

`You don't really believe that though, do you? But it J found out… retraining.'

Duo's face became flushed with anger. “You, Heero Yuy, are a heartless jackass, you know that?”

“Hn.” `Yeah, but you know why, everyone knows why. J told them. Yet you don't care, you go from trying to befriend me to hating me, then back to trying to befriend me again. Even he doesn't care. I wish… Stop that train of thought right there.'

“You don't even care do you? Ya know what just go away.”

END FLASHBACK

'I can't do anything that would make me look sympathetic. I like having an almost-friend, I have to do something, but what.'

“What should I do?”

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{Wufei's POV}

What should I do?” The anguish in Heero's voice was unmistakable. It was one of the reasons that I refused to intrude upon Heero and Duo's relationship. It would be obvious to anyone that Heero was in love.

'Looks like I should step in before he self-destructs (pardon the pun).'

"Yuy.” As he turns around I see the fear in his eyes at being over-heard.

“Oh come off it Yuy. It is as obvious as Relena's limo,” At his blank look I resist the urge to dispense some Justice on him in the form of knocking him upside the head.

“You apologize, idiot. For supposedly being perfect you sure are dense.” Smirking at the thought I am surprised when Heero stiffens and lowers his eyes in shame.

{Heero's POV}

“You apologize, idiot. For supposedly being perfect you sure are dense.”

'No! Not the code! I don't want to be a plaything for others, not even him. I can't go through that again. I'm not a toy!' The room changes shape and size as a memory starts playing in Heero's head.

{Wufei's POV}

“I don't, I can't, I'm not…” Heero's eyes are glazing over and he's starting to shiver `Shit, what did I do?'

End Chapter 1

 

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