Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Dangerous Bonds ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

 

 

 

 

Title- Dangerous Bonds (2/?)

Warning- AU, and shounen-ai in future parts.

Parings- None for this part. Will be 1+2, 3+4

Rating- Oh about a PG for now might get up to PG-13 or R later

Summary- Duo, possessing psychic powers, is invited to a special institute for gifted students. Everything seems normal enough but there's something going on behind the scenes. What does it have to do with Duo and his new friends and will they find out in enough time to save themselves? This is a crossover with the Dark Visions trilogy by L.J. Smith.

Disclaimer- I do not own any part of Gundam Wing or the Dark Visions book series. The following story is being written without profit, no malice is intended. *insert pleasant, innocent smile here*

 

Notes: ummm //thinking or telepathy\\ it will probably get confusing later on but that's the fun part ^_~,

 

This Fic was Beta-ed by Ilyena _sylph and by Midgewood58. Also Titled and Beta-ed by my good friend P_M (THANKIES ) Although any and all spelling and grammar mistakes are still completely my own.

 

 

Part 2

 

//So far, so good.\\

 

Duo sat in the terminal waiting for Une to come and take him to his new home. He had only been sitting around for a couple of minutes and he was already getting restless. The crowd was thinning as people left to go wherever. After a while, there were only three or so people left and Duo's restlessness had turned into a sort of anxiousness. He had an itch; not the kind that was associated with his visions, the kind that meant someone was watching him. He stretched, and casually look around him a second before settling back in his seat. He hadn't noticed anything too out of the ordinary, except for a nondescript cloaked person. He almost laughed, that was a bit too cliché, even for him. He resisted the urge to look back again.

 

Soon, the other people had disappeared leaving Duo alone with his itch and the cloaked person. He couldn't take it anymore and turned in his seat, fully intending to ask the strange person what his problem was, but as he turned the words died on his tongue.

 

The man had thrown off his hood and was standing a yard away. His silvery gray hair was peculiarly shaped like a mushroom, which framed his abnormally long nose. The gleam of madness in his eyes was enough to convince Duo to run, but something was wrong. He was caught. Frozen, as if his mind had been wiped. The strange man smirked and started to advance but Duo couldn't move. Couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. He was going to suffocate and the man would have him.

 

A hand touched his shoulder from behind. A startled gasp erupted from his chest as he turned to look at Une. It felt like he had just jumped out of his skin.

 

She was smiling. “Sorry I'm late, traffic was twice as bad as normal today.”

 

He whipped around to look the few feet behind him, where the cloaked man had been standing. “Did you see—” the words died on his lips. There was no trace of the man in any direction. Duo turned back to Une looking like he had seen a ghost.

 

“Is there something wrong?” she asked, noting his appearance.

 

“Um… No,” he stood slowly. “Let's go.”

 

They headed to the baggage claim while Une continued to talk about the state of traffic outside and late buses or something or other. Duo wasn't listening. He was thinking about the strange man, //What did he want from me and how did he just disappear? Or did I just imagine the whole thing?\\ He dismissed that thought with a slight shake of his head, //No he was real, and he wanted something, but what? Or was he really there at all? Could it have been vision or…\\

 

Une shook his arm slightly when they reached the baggage claim, dragging him out of his thoughts. He sorted through some suitcases until he found his own. As he started to pick it up, his hand met something wet. He pulled it back to see it was covered in red…

 

“What the…?” He kicked over his suitcase to see what had happened and revealed `Danger' hastily scrawled over his belongings, menacingly dripping red.

 

***********

 

Two hours later, they were finally able to leave the airport. Security was everywhere, trying to question random people and assess a threat that Duo guessed was long gone. They tried to confiscate his luggage for further investigation but Une managed to talk them down to only keeping the actual suitcase; he had no idea how she had managed to do it. So, all of his possessions were stuffed in the large airport courtesy bag in the back of Une's Escalade.

 

After a fairly short ride, or rather it seemed short because he spent it sulking, Une pulled in a driveway and parked. Duo looked up at the little gray house, complete with porch swing and white picket fence. He looked stunned.

 

“Something wrong?” she asked.

 

“No, it's just so… homey.”

 

She smiled again as she was prone to do. “You didn't think you would be living in a laboratory for the next 12 months, did you?”

 

“Well, I hadn't thought about it but it is called an Institute,” Duo said as he was getting out of the SUV and pulling his bag out of the back seat.

 

“It's just a house, however the lab where we will be doing our daily testing is in the basement. But we'll be talking about that later. For now, you should go in and meet the others. Trowa, Quatre and Wufei should be upstairs. Go on and get acquainted.”

 

Duo lugged his bag into the house and stopped in the foyer to look around. It was large but not grandly so. The house seemed roomy, like a lot of people could live there and still be comfortable. There was a staircase to his left. A living area with a television and a couple couches was to his right. He leaned to right a bit look down the hall but he couldn't see much, the angle was odd. Shrugging, Duo turned toward the stairs and headed up.

 

The stairs changed directions at the landing and continued up to the top. The hallway at the top was very large but there was furniture scattered through it, leaving a small path with barely enough room to navigate. He could hear a conversation coming through one of the five open doors in the hall so he made his way to the room.

 

The two people that were talking stopped to look at him when he entered. “Hi,” he said carefully, “Une told me to come up. I'm…”

 

“I'm Trowa Barton and this is Chang Wufei.” The taller of the two cut in as he stepped forward to shake Duo's hand.

 

“And you must be Duo Maxwell.” The shorter boy said as his narrow eyes examined Duo critically. Duo held out his hand to shake but Wufei crossed his arms and stared pointedly at him. “You're late.”

 

He retracted his hand feeling slightly embarrassed, “That's not my fault. The airport…”

 

“That doesn't matter.” Wufei cut him off. Trowa had moved to the window and was staring out. “So what do you do?” Wufei asked.

 

“What?” Duo dropped the heavy bag he was still carrying on the floor.

 

“What do you do? Why are you here? I'm a psychokinetic, Barton talks to animals, and you…?”

 

“Oh, I see things,” he said, still not very comfortable with talking about his `gift,' “What's a psychokinetic?”

 

“Someone with the ability to move things with their mind.”

 

“I thought that was a telekinetic?” he asked.

 

“It's not the same thing.” Wufei said looking irritated. Duo waited for him to elaborate but instead Wufei turned and joined Trowa at the window.”

 

Duo shrugged and looked around the room. It was empty and he realized that that must have been the reason for the clutter of furniture in the hallway. Feeling like he was unwanted, as if he had somehow already managed to offend his housemates, he turned to leave the room to check out the other rooms. He had just cleared the door when he ran into another person trying to enter the room. He fell backwards and his leg caught the edge of a small table as he landed on the floor. The boy he collided with offered a hand to help him up.

 

“Oh, I'm terribly sorry. Are you alright?” The boy asked with concern.

 

“Yeah, sure. I'm fine.” He answered, rubbing the spot on his leg that struck the small table.

 

“You hit your leg.” The boy said. Duo started to say it was nothing but before he could speak the boy dropped to his knee in front of Duo and started to examine the injury with his hands. “It's not cut or anything but it will be a bruise. Let me see if I can do something about that. Hold still.”

 

“Hey!” he said in alarm, as the boy he had just bumped into slipped his hands up under Duo's pants and began touching his leg. Almost immediately, Duo could feel the boy's hands become unnaturally warm on his leg and a tingling feeling started from that spot and spread through his whole body. Then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped and the boy was smiling at him.

 

He brushed his blond hair out of his aqua eyes and smiled at Duo, “Ok, that should be good now.” Then he stepped around Duo and entered the room.

 

“What in the—?” As Duo turned to look at the blond he belatedly realized that his leg no longer hurt, and that the headache he had been developing since he left the airport was also gone. He turned back into the room to see Wufei talking with the boy.

 

“I see you've met Maxwell.” Wufei said with a detectable bit of disdain in his words.

 

“Actually, I haven't,” the blond said politely while turning back to Duo. “Hi, I'm Quatre Raberba Winner.” He said shaking Duo's hand.

 

“I'm Duo.” He said. He noticed that Trowa had turned from the window and was staring at Quatre.

 

Almost as if he sensed the other boy's stare Quatre turned and looked at Trowa. “So tell me again what it is you do?”

 

Duo moved around the conversation to Trowa's previous spot at the window; it was over the front porch, he could see the yard, the driveway and beyond. As he watched, a long, black, expensive looking car pulled into the driveway behind the Escalade and a large unmarked blue van stopped on the street behind it. The driver of the black car exited and opened the back, like a chauffeur. A ginger-haired man stepped out of the car just as the driver of the van stepped out in some sort of uniform. The uniformed man approached the ginger-haired man and handed him a clipboard pointing several things out as he flipped though the pages. Two large black Rottweilers left the car and flanked the ginger-haired man.

 

“Who are they?” Duo asked no one in particular.

 

“That's Mr. Treize.” Wufei said, identifying the ginger-haired man from beside Duo in the window. The other two boys stepped to the other window and they watched the scene below.

 

Mr. Treize finished writing on the clipboard and handed it back to the uniformed man, the boys were too far away to hear what they were saying or read their lips. The uniformed man nodded to Mr. Treize and moved to the back of the van. Two more uniformed men, holding a fourth person between them, stepped down from the opened doors. They uncuffed fourth person and, without another word, they reentered the van and drove off. The uncuffed person, Treize and the two dogs were left alone in the driveway.

 

“Boys, Mr. Treize has arrived. Please come down and meet him.” Une called from downstairs.

 

They filed through the jumbled mass of furniture in the hall and down the stairs. The door opened and admitted the two large guard dogs followed by Mr. Treize holding their leashes. Une ran up excitedly and took Mr. Treize's arm, happily talking about something in his ear. Then Wufei suddenly stopped on the landing of the stairs causing Quatre to quickly step to the side to avoid hitting him. They all followed Wufei's gaze to find it locked in an icy stare with the cold blue eyes of the newest boy.