Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Chupacabras Synchronicity ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter Four

"I'm not ready to sleep yet."

Wufei knew Treize was looking at him strangely. He also didn't care. His hand was throbbing, starting to itch and one of his best friends was so badly wounded he had a feeling he would not be attending classes for a while. Although, knowing Maxwell, he would be on his feet sooner rather than later.

Collapsing in the large lounge, Wufei switched on the television and couldn't help but wince as he waited for the inevitable. This time though, he was almost looking forward to it. Anything to see Duo smile again.

On the television his room came into view, only it was different now. None of Treize's things were in the view on the television. It was how his room had been before what they now termed `the Psionic saga'. It was warm and familiar to Wufei. He couldn't stop smiling as something started moving on the two seater couch he himself was currently sitting on. He knew what they were; the black and blonde bunnies that had damned him to everlasting ridicule from Maxwell. He no longer minded. It was bound to happen sooner or later.

The picture faded soon enough and Duo's face was on the screen. It calmed Wufei, reminding him that this was Duo, not the empty husk he had most recently observed.

"Let me guess…you're on your feet, with no one else around, and you're bellowing about your precious couch?"

"No Maxwell, I'm sitting here, perfectly calm and wishing you were here too," Wufei snapped at the television. A strangled laugh came from the doorway of his bedroom.

"Shut up Treize."

"If I didn't know any better I would think I had competition," Treize certainly didn't shut up. "As it is, I find it rather amusing that you talk so much to your television. Especially when I recall your reaction the day you first switched it on."

Wufei did not deign to reply to that. He too remembered the day he first got the contraption. It wasn't a television, Wufei was positive. No television in the history of man behaved like his did. It worked, perfectly is he was going to be kind, it just had a mind of its own. The channel allocations on the remote changed constantly, and the channel's themselves switched every ten minutes, just s you were getting used to what you were watching. If you tried to change it back you found yourself in a war with the television, just as if Duo Maxwell were right there next to you flicking the channel back and forth. Add to that the fact that certain commercials had strange dubs Wufei was sure the television companies would never have approved, and basically you had a Duo-fest. A living beast in his living room he would never admit he adored.

Sighing heavily, Wufei struggled to his feet and walked to the far wall where his katana were stored. Treize had returned them to their place hours ago. Wufei grabbed the shimmering, perfectly polished blades and walked to the large space in the middle of the living room.

Sinking deep to his core, Wufei felt power flood his body. He kept it still, forcing it to remain still, making his whole being still and ready. He thrummed with its unreleased need, yet to control it was more comforting than the katana in his hands. Very slowly he let the first foot slide forward, the blade attached to his arm, part of him, as it swept by the space where that leg had been.

Dancing with death. The katana was an extension of himself, flowing with limb, thousands of sinewy pieces moving in perfect harmony Wufei finally felt one with the universe, reaching out to everything and merging. He lost himself in the movements, in the long waltz.

Spinning faster, Wufei caught sight of something moving in the corner of his vision. Small, slightly human looking in form, grey skin, large orange eyes observing from its place in the corner, it was hopping from one foot to the other as if nervous. It was naked, with small spine protruding from its spine. It's legs seemed slightly scaled. Its mouth was slit, like a cat's…It was the weirdest creature Wufei had ever seen.

It took all of Wufei's control to remain centred on the katana while one small part of his brain observed the creature. He almost fooled it, but at the last moment he saw the orange orb-like eyes flash a fluorescent green and he altered the next step in anticipation of an attack. It came, so quickly he missed it with his eyes, only his heightened sense of what was in the room guiding his blade. It was easy to see how Duo had been attacked. How could he avoid it?

Blade struck flesh and Wufei's ears were assaulted with an ear splitting cry to rival Trowa's Psionic ability. He almost fell to his knees under the onslaught, but forced himself to finish the move, bringing the blade through, over, down, back to ready. Wufei's vision cleared. The thing was dead on the floor before him, split cleanly into two pieces, cut through the stomach. Blood pulsed from the dead thing and the stench that assaulted Wufei made him gag. Like…rotten eggs…

Wufei covered his nose and fumbled around the couch to where Treize was standing, stunned. He had been watching Wufei practice. He had not seen the creature.

"What is that?"

"No idea," Wufei replied raggedly, trying not to breathe. "But the professors might."

"You intend to tell them then?"

"No more than they need to know," Wufei replied stoically. No matter how much time passed or what transpired, he would never fully trust professors J and G. They had, after all, stuck a plug in the back of his head.

Treize went into the kitchen and returned with a pair of rubber gloves and a bag. He scooped up the remains and wrapped them in the plastic bag, hurrying back to the kitchen to put it in the freezer. Wufei followed, grabbing the mop and getting rid of the bloody mess before it could stain the wooden floor.

When Wufei returned to the kitchen it was to find Treize preparing a supper. Raising an inquisitive brow, Treize waved a hand in the direction of the bathroom.

"Go wash up, then we'll eat."

Wufei couldn't agree more. He was slathered in sweat from the work-out, and there was blood on his shirt from the…thing. He was physically and mentally exhausted. Almost enough to try Duo's damned coffee.

Standing in the shower, Wufei inspected his hand. It was puckered and a livid pink, but it was clean and healing, just as Trowa's had been. Wufei hoped that meant Maxwell would recover just as quickly. He didn't want to know that his friend had done to plaster that blood everywhere. He now knew Duo had had an encounter with a little beastie, but what he had done to...That didn't bare thinking about!

Towelling dry, Wufei slipped on a pair of boxers and headed for the kitchen. He was met with a cup of steaming hot chocolate and a plate of small cookies still warm from the oven. By the look of the crumbs around the plate Treize had already eaten a few.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. Now will you please hurry up and come to bed?"

Wufei grinned devilishly, downing the hot chocolate as quickly as his taste buds would allow and hurrying to the bedroom. He didn't want to clean his teeth, the taste of the chocolate still strong and sweet in his mouth. Treize seemed to be thinking on similar lines when he walked out of the shower.

"Not in the mood," Wufei warned just as Treize was climbing into bed.

"Neither am I," Treize replied with a gentle smile as he simply folded Wufei into his body and slipped into dreamland.

Wufei snorted at the man. How could he do that? He was just as bad as Yuy!

*

Heero made sure the room was so well locked not even a mouse could get in before he slipped away from the school. It was an easy trip to the bus station. He caught the city bus, slipping quietly into town dressed in casual faded jeans and a tight fitting black sweater. Duo's, covered in his scent. It calmed Heero, reminding him he had a mission.

The nearest hospital was a half hour from the school. Heero reached it around 3am. It was easy to find an open door to the emergency room, to slip by the tired receptionist. The dumbest thing about hospitals in Heero's opinion was the fact there were signs everywhere. Anyone could walk in and have no problem finding what they were after. Just as Heero himself had no trouble. The signs led him straight to the blood bank.

Searching the signs, Heero was pleased to see the hospital was well stacked and he snatched three bags of type B blood, shoving them in the small bag he had prepared to carry it in.

Getting out was as easy as getting in. Heero had no trouble avoiding the cameras and personnel. It was harder sneaking around the school!

The bus came ten minutes late, but Heero managed to get back to school in the early hours, tired but not exhausted. He found Duo curled up in his bed, hands wrapped up in the shirt he had discarded casually before leaving for the hospital.

"Duo?"

"Where were you?" So soft, weak…Heero fell to the floor beside the bed and wrapped his arms around Duo, sensing how lost he had been.

"Shh, I'm here."

Duo nuzzled his face in the crook of Heero's neck. He didn't lift his arms, usually the first thing he did, wrapping them about Heero's neck. Heero frowned, realising Duo was probably too weak for even that small action. Especially after swapping beds…

Heero didn't move the braided boy. He liked Duo in his bed. He grabbed the first bag of blood from the bag and began setting it up. Duo didn't even flinch when the small needle was put in his arm, his eyes focussed only on Heero.

Is that all you can see? Just me? Heero liked the idea.

"Duo…can you tell me what happened?"

"Little…creature…I woke up when it bit my hand," Duo said fuzzily, eyes slightly glazed as he tried to remember. His eyes cleared in a sudden bout of clear thought, fingers gripping hard at Heero's hands. "I tried to use my power against it, to throw it off me… but… I… it… exploded…"

Heero shuddered. Duo had originally sensed that he was different from the creature. He had a feeling Duo's unique bio-electric make-up was not exactly compatible with the creatures. In Heero's opinion that was a good thing. Duo could destroy the creatures to his hearts content, just so long as next time he didn't get bitten again.

"You made a wonderful mess of Quatre and Trowa's room…"

Duo sighed, a contented smile on his face. Anything to cause a little trouble, apparently.

Heero slid out of his jeans and shirt, climbing into the bed with just his boxers. Careful not to disrupt the blood bad and equipment, Heero wrapped his arms around Duo, pulling him against his chest. His hair was still caked with blood but Heero didn't mind. All that mattered was that Duo was alive.

That, and Duo knew how to kill. Revenge would be sweet.

End Chapter Four