Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Chupacabras Synchronicity ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Powers Supernatural
Are God's Gifts
Saints use them
For God's purposes
And Sinners
Use them for their own.

-Unknown

Prologue

Heero Yuy ran his eyes over the small room in appreciation. The shelves were carefully stacked, the cupboards emptied, the bed perfectly made. His suitcases, two bulky packs even he had trouble carrying, were standing by the door. It was time to leave.

Heero had once hungered for the two months break between school years. He had loved the return home to Japan, the scent of cherry blossoms and nature fresh in the air and his native tongue favoured by everyone he came across. But now…Heero hungered for school. He was bored, sick of Japan and longing for one thing.

Duo Maxwell.

Heero had invited Duo to come stay with him in Japan. Heero's guardian was dying to meet him, after all, Heero had talked about nothing else the whole holiday. But Duo had insisted on spending his break at the church in America with Father Maxwell. He needed to work to get the extra money for tuition not paid by his scholarship, and he wanted to be nearby the church for the homeless kids. Heero could understand that. It didn't stop him from missing Duo.

Sighing off his melancholy, Heero reached deep within himself and flicked his hand in the door's direction. It swung open with a slight creak. Heero then grabbed the handles of the suitcases, concentrated and lifted them as if they weighed nothing. To him, they did, courtesy of Duo Maxwell.

Heero was not an ordinary person. He was very much aware of that. In the last year at school some strange occurrences had led to Heero's great discovery. He, and most of his friends, were the result of what Duo liked to call Annual Complicity, a little known scientific theory that had proved true. They were Psionicists, which basically meant they had kinetic abilities.

That, unfortunately, was not the be all and end all. Heero only wished! As Heero made his way to the car, he couldn't help but remember how their struggle to control their Psionic gifts had almost ended Duo's life.

It had taken the remainder of the school year for the marks to fade from Duo's body, massive blue squares that patterned his skin like a chess board, ice cold to the touch. Heero had felt physically ill each time he saw them, remembering each time how close he had come to losing Duo. Losing the one thing he cared for. And it had all been his fault.

Heero still could not explain what had led him to the actions he had taken. All he knew was that when the moment came, he had woken all the Psionicists in their vicinity, good and bad, and it had been ugly. Duo had seen it instantly and had fought to stop him. He succeeded, but Heero thought the price too high. More than ninety percent of their Psionic gifts were dead, and Duo had suffered five months of agony. The price was definitely too high.

Still, Heero had enough power to make daily living a breeze and the letters he had received from the others indicated they were equally pleased with their gifts. Quatre in particular seemed to be having fun with Iria, who they had been unable to hide their gifts from. She was so excited, in fact, that she was switching schools to be closer to `her boys'. Heero was not sure that was a good thing.

"Ready?"

Heero nodded to his guardian, Odin Lowe. His parents had died when he was very young and left him in this man's care. For what purpose, Heero could not say. He had never seen the man before his parent's death. Not that he minded. Lowe minded his own business, left Heero alone when he wanted it, and cooked a damn good meal.

"Ready." Heero affirmed, throwing the suitcases in the trunk and climbing in the front seat.

"Next holiday you tell that boy he's coming to Japan, understand?"

Heero couldn't help it; he smiled. He knew it was the fact he couldn't keep the smile off his face whenever Duo was mentioned that had Lowe so interested in the boy yet he couldn't hide it. He didn't want to hide.

"I don't think he's the kind you can tell to do anything, Lowe," Heero replied sarcastically, trying to imagine Duo's face as he tried to tell him what to do. Oh no, that was certainly not a conversation they were going to have any time soon.

Lowe glanced at Heero before turning his attention back to the road. He didn't say anything more. Heero appreciated his silence, lost on thoughts of what he would do to Duo once he finally arrived back at school. He continued that line of thought all the way into the airport, through customs, and onto the plane, stopping only when the plane shuddered to a halt on the runway. The systems were a little loopy, and the pilots didn't want to leave until they were sure nothing was wrong. Blushing a little and chastising himself for losing control, Heero pulled in his Psionic gifts and felt the Magnetic field disappear from within the cockpit. Everything returned to normal. An hour later, the plane left Tokyo international airport.

*

"Please fasten your seat-belts while the plane is landing."

Heero's belt was already fastened. He had felt their approach ten minutes ago and expected the announcement. He folded the manga he had been reading and tucked it inside his denim jacket, looking out the window as the city lights sprung into view. The manga hadn't really interested him, only reminded him of Duo. Since the braided young man liked reading them so much Heero had figured it would be a good conversation starter when he needed it, so he had bought some of the old familiar ones while he was in Japan. He had seen this particular one several times in the manga mountain that was Duo's dorm bedroom floor. Something about big robots, terrorists and Australia. At least, that was as much as Heero had gleaned from it.

The plane landed smoothly. Heero followed the other passengers and picked up his luggage before hurrying to get a taxi. He was not far from the school, the airport being on the same side of the city outskirts. Not far from Duo…except Duo would not be arriving until their first day was over. He had something to finish up at the church. Heero didn't mind. He would fix up their room before Duo had a chance to make a mess of it.

"Red tape," Heero grumbled to himself, finally realising the one thing he had forgotten.

Always at the beginning of each semester, Heero pulled out a roll of red tape and put a line down the center of the room. It was the only way to make sure Duo didn't take over. Heero didn't mind sharing a room with Duo. In fact, he wouldn't be able to stand not sharing a room with Duo. That did not mean Heero approved of the way Duo kept his room. Red tape was a simple way to ensure that Duo's mess stayed on his side and that at least half the place was tidy.

The taxi was quick, cheap and kind enough to offer to help Heero carry his luggage. Heero declined, knowing it would be easier to do it himself. He hurried to the dormitories and found their RA.

Heero snarled at the man in displeasure. It was none other than Milliard Peacecraft.

"I thought you finished school already?" Heero snapped irritably.

Heero didn't really hate Milliard, he just didn't like that Milliard had once attacked Duo. Milliard was one of the Psionicists they had fought against, and Heero had foolishly woken him up. Heero knew if Milliard put his mind to it he could stop the blob in his tracks. Nothing moved what Milliard wanted to stay still.

"I'm working as the dorm RA at night to give me some pocket money for university. It is only over the road after all."

Heero hated that the man had a reasonable explanation. He would have loved to have just one thing to pick on the man for. Just one!

"Trieze?" Heero finally found the heart to ask.

"Will be staying here too."

At least one good thing had come from it then. Wufei would finally shut up!

"Dorm five Yuy. You're moving up in the world. I take it you want to dorm with Maxwell?"

Heero nodded as Milliard noted their room allocation down and passed him the keys. They bowed slightly to one another in agreement and Heero left, a little faster than he would have liked.

`If only murder were legal,' Heero thought to himself as he stomped his way up the stairs to the fifth level. The only bad thing about moving up in the dorms was the fact it made it even harder to sneak out. Since they first met in year seven, Heero and his friends had always snuck out through the windows. But as each year passed and they moved higher up in the dorm block it was getting harder to climb. Not to mention dragging injured individuals up several stories with a rope made of sheets…

Shrugging off the memory, Heero unlocked his door and tossed his bags inside. It was a larger room than last year, the two beds against the side walls, two desks at their feet and a large two way closet on the far wall. The window was huge with a wide ledge. Heero grinned.

Locking the door again, Heero started hunting, knocking on the doors o find out who was where and who hadn't arrived yet but was going to be there.

He was on the sixth floor when he found what he was looking for. The door swung open to reveal Trowa, a slight twitch of the mouth the only sign he was happy to see Heero.

"Lonely?"

"Duo's not arriving for a week."

"Quatre's not coming for another two days, but Wufei's here…somewhere…"

Heero didn't respond to the mischievous twinkle in Trowa's large green eyes. He shouldered his way into their room and shook his head. Already it looked like Trowa had lived there all his life. There was just something so…homely about the absolute nothing Trowa owned. He could set up camp in five minutes, yet stay that way for eternity.

Heero sat down at Quatre's desk; the one by the window. It was a good view, looking out over the gardens and Duo's `special' spot. It was merely a hole in the thick tree line, but Heero didn't need to see it to know that was what it was. He would know that place anywhere. That was where he had almost lost Duo.

Something in the gardens caught Heero's attention. The hedge was glowing. More specifically, there were bright orange lights winking at him from the hedge.

"Trowa," Heero called under his breath. He felt Trowa's presence at his side.

"It's looking at us," Trowa pointed out as if it was completely normal.

"What is it?"

"I don't know, but it's been there ever since I arrived."

Heero turned away from the window and glared at Trowa.

"Did you think of maybe going to take a look?"

"I did."

Heero waited for the boy to continue and sighed in frustration after several minutes when he didn't.

"And?" Heero prodded.

"And it bit me!" Trowa exclaimed indignantly, holding out his hand to reveal a dark purple bite that had recently been infected. "It was poisonous! I thought…maybe…you might know what it was."

Heero stared at the bite, trying to fathom what it was. It looked almost…human…like something from a nightmare…or a memory.

Shaking his head, Heero shrugged. He had no idea where he might have seen a bite slightly smaller than a humans with sharper, pointier teeth. Maybe Duo would know, he knew everything else.

Trowa seemed to have the same idea as he pulled on some gloves and stared down at the glowing eyes in the bush. As Heero turned his gaze to it once more he couldn't shake the feeling that it really was watching them, reading them, gouging them. But for what?

Now, more than ever before, Heero wanted Duo.

End Prologue.