Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Dangerous Bonds ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )
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By: AppleQB 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 10.12.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 599 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 10.12.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 599 | Status: Work In Progress
Title- Dangerous Bonds (4/?)
Warning- AU, Mild violence and shounen-ai in future parts.
Parings- 1+2, 3+4
Rating- R
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 by my good friend P_M (THANKIES ) Although any and all spelling and grammar mistakes are still completely my own.
Chapter 4
//This isn't as bad as I thought.\\
Duo was helping Wufei set the table; somehow Trowa had managed to get Wufei out of the killing rage. Duo was grateful, Wufei wasn't such a bad guy once he mellowed out a bit. Quatre and Trowa were helping Une make the plates and Relena was upstairs trying to get Heero out of his room for dinner. It was like they were a family already; it had a very calming effect on Duo, he felt at home.
Duo and Wufei had just finished when the others brought the night's meal in from the kitchen. Five people took seats at the table set for seven and waited for the final two.
Time stretched.
Duo started to get antsy and Wufei started to scowl. Finally, after the fourth time Une glanced at her watch, Relena descended the steps, alone.
“He's not coming,” Relena looked jumpy as she took her seat.
“What do you mean he's not coming?” Une asked.
“He said that he was not coming down tonight and he told me… to leave.” Relena had paused to censor her words and suddenly her discomfort was understandable.
Wufei growled in a way that was quickly becoming familiar. “What kind of coward threatens a woman?”
Une sighed, looking tired for perhaps the first time since any of them had met her. “It's not a requirement to eat with us, but this is the first night we have all been here. Is it too much to ask that he be present?” She stood and headed upstairs to Heero's room.
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Heero turned his attention back to cleaning his gun after he sent the girl away. She had been annoyingly persistent, until he described exactly how he was going to dispose of her body. He had better things to do than wasting his time with them. He was thinking, planning, and he didn't want to have anyone snooping around his room. //I don't have to leave. If I stay out of trouble for the year I'll be free. I'll have money to do anything and go anywhere and I won't need anyone. I won't have to follow orders. I will stay away from them by getting them to stay away from me, especially Chang. I should have been warned that he would he here. He's going to cause problems.\\
There was a knock at his door and Une's voice drifted lightly through it. “Heero, I would like you to join us for dinner tonight.”
“No,” Heero said, perfectly prepared to send her away as well.
There was a pause and then Une growled, “HEERO YUY.”
*********
Less than two minutes after she left, Une returned with Heero trailing down the stairs behind her. Heero looked homicidal and yet he still took his seat at the table with everyone else.
Dinner was ordinary. There was light conversation, jokes and comfortable silences. Trowa enjoyed the atmosphere and his companions, though he stayed quiet. Quatre, Duo, Relena and Une seemed to be carrying the conversation, Wufei would contribute occasionally but he seemed too distracted to really enjoy himself. Quatre tried to bring Trowa into the conversation several times but he politely sidestepped the attempts. He preferred to be a silent observer. Everything went smoothly and everyone seemed to be getting along except for Heero, who was silent for the whole meal and shot murderous glares at anyone who looked in his direction. But even with Heero and Wufei's attitude, and Quatre's persistence, it was still nice, and it was the most normal dinner Trowa had ever had.
After dinner, Une excused them all for the night. She went to her room behind the French doors and Relena started collecting the plates to clear off the table. Heero immediately went back to his room and Duo disappeared, mumbling something about fresh air.
Trowa, Quatre and Wufei decided to finish furnishing the rooms. It was light work, dragging the few remaining chairs and table or so into the common room. The rest of the furniture had been divided up by sets during the day among the bedrooms so that all that remained by that evening had not quite matched. But at least there was adequate lighting provided by all the weird lights; there was a large window that faced towards the back of the house, but a large tree had grow directly in front of it, blocking the view and any natural light that would have shown through. The common room looked sort of weird but none of the boys cared. When they finished, they stood back to admire the job they had done.
“This room needs books,” Wufei said as he looked around.
“Also, a television or radio would be nice. What do you think, Trowa?” Quatre asked, smiling.
Trowa's head shot up to look at Quatre. He wasn't used to anyone talking to him more than necessary or asking his opinion, with the exception of his sister. However, since he had met the other boy, Quatre had been talking to him, not at him but to him, trying to engage him in conversation or to draw him out. It was unusual and a little difficult to get used to. Still, he didn't want to be rude to the first person that had attempted to befriend him, so he actually answered. “A radio would be fine.”
This would be an interesting year.
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Heero was out on his balcony. //This will provide access to the woods incase I need a quick exit.\\ Heero scanned the tree line to see if there was already a discernable path, there was. A narrow unpaved road at the bottom of the hill that cut through the trees behind the third house on the row. //No access to a map. I need to find where the road leads and if there's a quicker route through the trees.\\ There was a tree growing next to his balcony that he could have easily used to climb down but he deemed it unnecessary, it was in view of the patio door and anyone in the kitchen would be able to see him clearly. Without hesitation, he vaulted over the balcony railing and landed behind the house. He intended to do some quick reconnaissance and return within the hour but what he saw on the ground was totally unexpected.
**********
After dinner, Duo felt like drawing. With all the excitement he hadn't taken any time for himself and now that things had settled down, he need a moment to relax. Duo got his drawing pad and pencils out of his new room and set out to find a calm place. He found the perfect spot just behind the house. A hill dropped off into trees and from the top of the hill you could see just over their canopy to the full moon hanging in the sky. Perfect.
Duo lost himself in the sketch he was doing, so focused on his surroundings that he couldn't really see them. He never noticed the figure that detached itself from the trees and slowly made its way up the hill, didn't see it until the person was already on him.
//Shit!\\ he thought vehemently. Getting jumped was something he was used to but never in the dark by some strange person when it was totally unexpected. Duo cursed himself as he tried to shake the guy off, thinking it was just some pervert that thought he had found a helpless girl to take advantage of.
“Get the hell off me!” he shouted, making sure the guy would know he was not a girl. His attacker didn't let up. In fact, he struggled with Duo more.
“Shut up, Duo Maxwell.” The attacker hissed violently at the boy's outburst.
That took Duo off guard, //How does he know my name?\\ His second of hesitation allowed the man to get the upper hand in the scuffle and allowed him to wrap his hands around Duo's throat and squeeze.
Duo couldn't talk, could barely breathe; and when he moved, the attackers hands tightened so he had no choice but to lay motionless and listen to the man.
“You're too much trouble, Boy. I should leave you to fate. You have no idea the danger you're in Duo Maxwell. You need to leave this place. Leave it now before it's too late. Before someone DIES.”
Then, for reasons unknown, the guy's grip loosened. It wasn't much but it was all Duo needed. He swung his elbow sharply, it connected with a satisfying crack, and he scrambled away from the guy. The attacker recovered quickly and jumped at Duo; the scuffle started again, this time more violent than before.
The unmistakable sound of a gun cocking cut through the sounds of the struggle. Both stilled.
“Get up,” a calm voice ordered somewhere out of Duo's line of sight. The man released him, stood up and Duo could see past him. Heero was standing coolly with a gun against the head of the guy Duo had seen in the airport earlier. The man's long nose was bent at an angle and bleeding; belatedly Duo realized that must have been the cracking noise he heard earlier.
“Who the hell are you? And why are you following me? …And how do you know my name!?” Duo couldn't scream as he wanted, he was still breathless from being choked.
Heero nudged the man's head with the barrel of the gun, “Answer.”
Suddenly, the gun flew out of Heero's hand and over his head as if it had been tossed. The man didn't waste a second and darted off in the opposite direction towards the trees. Heero dived at the gun. He caught it before it hit the ground and turned in the direction the man had gone but the attacker had already slipped between the trees and was gone.
“K'so!” Heero said as he stood and put the gun somewhere in the back of his shorts. He turned to look at Duo as if the gun incident was his fault.
But Duo missed the look; he was more concerned with other things. “What the hell is your problem?” He was livid as he stalked towards Heero, “You're on probation and you have a gun! Do you know what will happen if you get caught with that?”
“You're welcome,” Heero said blandly as he moved around Duo to get back in the house. The recon he had planned was shot to hell. He would have to do it another night.
“I didn't need your help.” Duo said, hotly. Really, he was angrier with himself than with Heero. He hated it when people thought he was weak or helpless, and he hated it even more when he did something to make people think that.
“Yes,” Heero turned back to Duo with his eyes glinting like ice. “You had the situation completely under control.”
“I can handle myself!” Duo nearly shouted; he was just as angry as Heero.
“Fine! Stay out of my way.” As an afterthought he added, “ And if anyone finds out about the gun, I will kill you.” And with that, he turned and stalked back into the house.
Duo stared at the door for a few seconds before angrily turning back to pick up his things. He collected the sketchbook and started for the scattered pencils, but something caught his eye. A wrinkled glossed picture was reflecting the light of the moon, Duo moved to pick it up. It was a photograph of a small white house sitting on a bluff over looking a gray beach. In front of the house was a fountain and its centerpiece was the largest, perfectly formed crystal Duo had ever seen. It was beautiful a sparkling green that seemed alive even as it shined on the still photo. Without a second thought, Duo slipped it in his sketchbook, picked up the remaining few pencils and reentered the house.
Collapsing on his new bed, he stared at the ceiling in the dark room. Duo could hear the others in the common room talking and moving around, things he didn't have the strength to do. He would have loved to go in there and talk with them but he was grubby from the scuffle and they would ask questions, too many questions. Besides, he was tired. If he could just close his eyes for a second… and rest…
When Duo opened his eyes the house was quiet. He looked over to the other side of the room to see Quatre fully asleep and he couldn't see any light from the hall under the door. //I wonder how long I've been out?\\ He rolled off the bed hitting the floor near soundlessly and walked to the door. He decided he could get a better idea of what to do in the bathroom.
//I look like shit,\\ he thought with a sigh. In the bathroom mirror he could see the smudges on his face and clothes and that he had grass through his braid. He took his time fixing the braid and washing his face but he decided there was nothing he could do about his clothes until morning. He was going back to his room to get some more sleep but Heero's words from earlier came back to him. “Stay out of my way,” he had said. Duo turned abruptly and headed to the room at the end of the hall.
Against better judgment, Duo pushed the door open and stalked in silently. It was dark but he could just make out the shape of a four-poster bed in the corner, but he couldn't tell if someone was in it. He started to move forward but was thrown back against the door and pinned by a forearm against his throat.
Duo smiled ruefully even though he found it difficult to breathe for the second time in a few hours. He didn't feel threatened, despite having a gun to his head and Heero looking extremely pissed off in his face.
“You're not gonna shoot me, Heero.” He heard the gun cock in answer. “It's kinda hard to breathe, ya know.” Duo croaked out.
“I said I would kill you.” Heero said as he removed his arm, but not the gun.
“That was if I told anyone about that,” he said nudging the barrel with his head, “and I haven't.”
“You're a liability.”
“But I'll be more of one dead.”
Heero still didn't move.
Duo stopped smiling then, “I'm not afraid of you,” he said seriously.
Heero put the gun down and lean closer. Duo could see his eyes flash through the dark, “Get out and don't ever come back or you won't have the chance to be.”
Duo had to slide around the doorknob to open the door because Heero hadn't stepped back. “Is that a threat, or a promise?” Duo asked with his usual grin back in place before slipping through the door. He didn't stay for the answer.
Warning- AU, Mild violence and shounen-ai in future parts.
Parings- 1+2, 3+4
Rating- R
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 by my good friend P_M (THANKIES ) Although any and all spelling and grammar mistakes are still completely my own.
Chapter 4
//This isn't as bad as I thought.\\
Duo was helping Wufei set the table; somehow Trowa had managed to get Wufei out of the killing rage. Duo was grateful, Wufei wasn't such a bad guy once he mellowed out a bit. Quatre and Trowa were helping Une make the plates and Relena was upstairs trying to get Heero out of his room for dinner. It was like they were a family already; it had a very calming effect on Duo, he felt at home.
Duo and Wufei had just finished when the others brought the night's meal in from the kitchen. Five people took seats at the table set for seven and waited for the final two.
Time stretched.
Duo started to get antsy and Wufei started to scowl. Finally, after the fourth time Une glanced at her watch, Relena descended the steps, alone.
“He's not coming,” Relena looked jumpy as she took her seat.
“What do you mean he's not coming?” Une asked.
“He said that he was not coming down tonight and he told me… to leave.” Relena had paused to censor her words and suddenly her discomfort was understandable.
Wufei growled in a way that was quickly becoming familiar. “What kind of coward threatens a woman?”
Une sighed, looking tired for perhaps the first time since any of them had met her. “It's not a requirement to eat with us, but this is the first night we have all been here. Is it too much to ask that he be present?” She stood and headed upstairs to Heero's room.
*********
Heero turned his attention back to cleaning his gun after he sent the girl away. She had been annoyingly persistent, until he described exactly how he was going to dispose of her body. He had better things to do than wasting his time with them. He was thinking, planning, and he didn't want to have anyone snooping around his room. //I don't have to leave. If I stay out of trouble for the year I'll be free. I'll have money to do anything and go anywhere and I won't need anyone. I won't have to follow orders. I will stay away from them by getting them to stay away from me, especially Chang. I should have been warned that he would he here. He's going to cause problems.\\
There was a knock at his door and Une's voice drifted lightly through it. “Heero, I would like you to join us for dinner tonight.”
“No,” Heero said, perfectly prepared to send her away as well.
There was a pause and then Une growled, “HEERO YUY.”
*********
Less than two minutes after she left, Une returned with Heero trailing down the stairs behind her. Heero looked homicidal and yet he still took his seat at the table with everyone else.
Dinner was ordinary. There was light conversation, jokes and comfortable silences. Trowa enjoyed the atmosphere and his companions, though he stayed quiet. Quatre, Duo, Relena and Une seemed to be carrying the conversation, Wufei would contribute occasionally but he seemed too distracted to really enjoy himself. Quatre tried to bring Trowa into the conversation several times but he politely sidestepped the attempts. He preferred to be a silent observer. Everything went smoothly and everyone seemed to be getting along except for Heero, who was silent for the whole meal and shot murderous glares at anyone who looked in his direction. But even with Heero and Wufei's attitude, and Quatre's persistence, it was still nice, and it was the most normal dinner Trowa had ever had.
After dinner, Une excused them all for the night. She went to her room behind the French doors and Relena started collecting the plates to clear off the table. Heero immediately went back to his room and Duo disappeared, mumbling something about fresh air.
Trowa, Quatre and Wufei decided to finish furnishing the rooms. It was light work, dragging the few remaining chairs and table or so into the common room. The rest of the furniture had been divided up by sets during the day among the bedrooms so that all that remained by that evening had not quite matched. But at least there was adequate lighting provided by all the weird lights; there was a large window that faced towards the back of the house, but a large tree had grow directly in front of it, blocking the view and any natural light that would have shown through. The common room looked sort of weird but none of the boys cared. When they finished, they stood back to admire the job they had done.
“This room needs books,” Wufei said as he looked around.
“Also, a television or radio would be nice. What do you think, Trowa?” Quatre asked, smiling.
Trowa's head shot up to look at Quatre. He wasn't used to anyone talking to him more than necessary or asking his opinion, with the exception of his sister. However, since he had met the other boy, Quatre had been talking to him, not at him but to him, trying to engage him in conversation or to draw him out. It was unusual and a little difficult to get used to. Still, he didn't want to be rude to the first person that had attempted to befriend him, so he actually answered. “A radio would be fine.”
This would be an interesting year.
**********
Heero was out on his balcony. //This will provide access to the woods incase I need a quick exit.\\ Heero scanned the tree line to see if there was already a discernable path, there was. A narrow unpaved road at the bottom of the hill that cut through the trees behind the third house on the row. //No access to a map. I need to find where the road leads and if there's a quicker route through the trees.\\ There was a tree growing next to his balcony that he could have easily used to climb down but he deemed it unnecessary, it was in view of the patio door and anyone in the kitchen would be able to see him clearly. Without hesitation, he vaulted over the balcony railing and landed behind the house. He intended to do some quick reconnaissance and return within the hour but what he saw on the ground was totally unexpected.
**********
After dinner, Duo felt like drawing. With all the excitement he hadn't taken any time for himself and now that things had settled down, he need a moment to relax. Duo got his drawing pad and pencils out of his new room and set out to find a calm place. He found the perfect spot just behind the house. A hill dropped off into trees and from the top of the hill you could see just over their canopy to the full moon hanging in the sky. Perfect.
Duo lost himself in the sketch he was doing, so focused on his surroundings that he couldn't really see them. He never noticed the figure that detached itself from the trees and slowly made its way up the hill, didn't see it until the person was already on him.
//Shit!\\ he thought vehemently. Getting jumped was something he was used to but never in the dark by some strange person when it was totally unexpected. Duo cursed himself as he tried to shake the guy off, thinking it was just some pervert that thought he had found a helpless girl to take advantage of.
“Get the hell off me!” he shouted, making sure the guy would know he was not a girl. His attacker didn't let up. In fact, he struggled with Duo more.
“Shut up, Duo Maxwell.” The attacker hissed violently at the boy's outburst.
That took Duo off guard, //How does he know my name?\\ His second of hesitation allowed the man to get the upper hand in the scuffle and allowed him to wrap his hands around Duo's throat and squeeze.
Duo couldn't talk, could barely breathe; and when he moved, the attackers hands tightened so he had no choice but to lay motionless and listen to the man.
“You're too much trouble, Boy. I should leave you to fate. You have no idea the danger you're in Duo Maxwell. You need to leave this place. Leave it now before it's too late. Before someone DIES.”
Then, for reasons unknown, the guy's grip loosened. It wasn't much but it was all Duo needed. He swung his elbow sharply, it connected with a satisfying crack, and he scrambled away from the guy. The attacker recovered quickly and jumped at Duo; the scuffle started again, this time more violent than before.
The unmistakable sound of a gun cocking cut through the sounds of the struggle. Both stilled.
“Get up,” a calm voice ordered somewhere out of Duo's line of sight. The man released him, stood up and Duo could see past him. Heero was standing coolly with a gun against the head of the guy Duo had seen in the airport earlier. The man's long nose was bent at an angle and bleeding; belatedly Duo realized that must have been the cracking noise he heard earlier.
“Who the hell are you? And why are you following me? …And how do you know my name!?” Duo couldn't scream as he wanted, he was still breathless from being choked.
Heero nudged the man's head with the barrel of the gun, “Answer.”
Suddenly, the gun flew out of Heero's hand and over his head as if it had been tossed. The man didn't waste a second and darted off in the opposite direction towards the trees. Heero dived at the gun. He caught it before it hit the ground and turned in the direction the man had gone but the attacker had already slipped between the trees and was gone.
“K'so!” Heero said as he stood and put the gun somewhere in the back of his shorts. He turned to look at Duo as if the gun incident was his fault.
But Duo missed the look; he was more concerned with other things. “What the hell is your problem?” He was livid as he stalked towards Heero, “You're on probation and you have a gun! Do you know what will happen if you get caught with that?”
“You're welcome,” Heero said blandly as he moved around Duo to get back in the house. The recon he had planned was shot to hell. He would have to do it another night.
“I didn't need your help.” Duo said, hotly. Really, he was angrier with himself than with Heero. He hated it when people thought he was weak or helpless, and he hated it even more when he did something to make people think that.
“Yes,” Heero turned back to Duo with his eyes glinting like ice. “You had the situation completely under control.”
“I can handle myself!” Duo nearly shouted; he was just as angry as Heero.
“Fine! Stay out of my way.” As an afterthought he added, “ And if anyone finds out about the gun, I will kill you.” And with that, he turned and stalked back into the house.
Duo stared at the door for a few seconds before angrily turning back to pick up his things. He collected the sketchbook and started for the scattered pencils, but something caught his eye. A wrinkled glossed picture was reflecting the light of the moon, Duo moved to pick it up. It was a photograph of a small white house sitting on a bluff over looking a gray beach. In front of the house was a fountain and its centerpiece was the largest, perfectly formed crystal Duo had ever seen. It was beautiful a sparkling green that seemed alive even as it shined on the still photo. Without a second thought, Duo slipped it in his sketchbook, picked up the remaining few pencils and reentered the house.
Collapsing on his new bed, he stared at the ceiling in the dark room. Duo could hear the others in the common room talking and moving around, things he didn't have the strength to do. He would have loved to go in there and talk with them but he was grubby from the scuffle and they would ask questions, too many questions. Besides, he was tired. If he could just close his eyes for a second… and rest…
When Duo opened his eyes the house was quiet. He looked over to the other side of the room to see Quatre fully asleep and he couldn't see any light from the hall under the door. //I wonder how long I've been out?\\ He rolled off the bed hitting the floor near soundlessly and walked to the door. He decided he could get a better idea of what to do in the bathroom.
//I look like shit,\\ he thought with a sigh. In the bathroom mirror he could see the smudges on his face and clothes and that he had grass through his braid. He took his time fixing the braid and washing his face but he decided there was nothing he could do about his clothes until morning. He was going back to his room to get some more sleep but Heero's words from earlier came back to him. “Stay out of my way,” he had said. Duo turned abruptly and headed to the room at the end of the hall.
Against better judgment, Duo pushed the door open and stalked in silently. It was dark but he could just make out the shape of a four-poster bed in the corner, but he couldn't tell if someone was in it. He started to move forward but was thrown back against the door and pinned by a forearm against his throat.
Duo smiled ruefully even though he found it difficult to breathe for the second time in a few hours. He didn't feel threatened, despite having a gun to his head and Heero looking extremely pissed off in his face.
“You're not gonna shoot me, Heero.” He heard the gun cock in answer. “It's kinda hard to breathe, ya know.” Duo croaked out.
“I said I would kill you.” Heero said as he removed his arm, but not the gun.
“That was if I told anyone about that,” he said nudging the barrel with his head, “and I haven't.”
“You're a liability.”
“But I'll be more of one dead.”
Heero still didn't move.
Duo stopped smiling then, “I'm not afraid of you,” he said seriously.
Heero put the gun down and lean closer. Duo could see his eyes flash through the dark, “Get out and don't ever come back or you won't have the chance to be.”
Duo had to slide around the doorknob to open the door because Heero hadn't stepped back. “Is that a threat, or a promise?” Duo asked with his usual grin back in place before slipping through the door. He didn't stay for the answer.