Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Falling Onto Duo ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer:None of this is even slightly mine.

(A/N This was co-written with the lovely Lady Firebird.)

Falling onto Duo


click click click...


The gentle sound of typing was the only thing that could be heard in the small cottage that currently served as a safe house for the some of the Gundam Pilots. Heero Yuy was the source of the noise. He was typing up a mission report that he was going to send to Doctor J.


click click clickity click...


This kind of peace was rare for pilot 01, since the safe houses were normally filled with Duo type noises, so he intended to enjoy the peace for as long as it lasted. His last mission was buzzing around in the back of his head, but he mentally swatted it away after he finished up his report, then scrambled it and sent it off to J.


Hmmm, free time, a foreign concept for the dour blue-eyed pilot. What to do... Heero pulled up the schematics for Wing and looked them over. He knew them by heart, of course, but for him, it was like listening to a favorite song, even if you knew it back to front, it still made you happy to hear it. Wing was like that for Heero. Sometimes, working on Wing caused an unfamiliar feeling in his chest that he didn't understand. It felt good though, so he didn't try to question it much.


click click click...


Hmmm, quiet. In rare moments like this, Heero could almost imagine what life could be like if he survived the war. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.


click click click...CRASH!!!


Heero leapt out of his chair, one hand automatically pulling out his gun, and the other clearing the screen of his laptop of any evidence, and then closing it. He heard yelling during the crash that sounded like Duo followed by a strangled, "Trowa, NO!"


'What is that baka up to now?' Heero thought to himself as he hurried through the house. He opened the front door, and stepped out onto the porch, and found the pilot of Heavyarms covering Deathsythe's pilot from head to toe. Trowa was breathing heavily, and was splayed across Duo's body with his face practically buried in the braided boy's crotch.


-Blank Moment-


Heero looked down at the pilot 02, and wondered where 03 had gone off to so quickly. He shrugged and reached down to give Duo a hand up. Duo gave him a look that bordered on fearful, but took the offered hand.


"Where did Trowa go?" Heero asked. Duo gave him that slightly fearful look again, and then pointed to the tree that was half was across the yard. Trowa was there, hanging from one of the top branches.


"You threw him into the tree." Duo told him. Heero looked skeptical.


"Why would I want to do that?" Heero asked. Duo didn't answer, he just backed away, and then ran to the tree to see if Trowa needed help getting down.


Luckily, Trowa was unharmed by his unexpected meeting with the tree, thanks to his circus training. He walked back over to the porch, Duo trailing behind.


"What the hell was that about, Heero?" Slightly confused, Heero decided to go on the attack.


"What are you talking about? What were you doing to Duo?"


"I was bored, so Trowa was teaching me how to do a handstand on his shoulders. I was getting pretty good until Trowa started to squirm. His hand slipped a little, and it made me loose my balance." Duo turned to Trowa, "What happened to make you slip?" Trowa started to blush again, and Heero's glare went up a notch or two.


"My cell phone. It's in my pocket, and it's set on vibrate. Quatre tried to call, and..." Trowa lowered his head so most of it was obscured by his bang.


"Missing Quatre?" Duo smiled wickedly as Trowa hid even further.


Heero suddenly found himself uninterested in the situation. So he grunted a "Hn!" Then glared, and walked away.


Duo raised an eyebrow at the retreating back, then smiled at Trowa.


"Hurry up and call Quatre back so that we can continue!" Trowa gave him a small smile, and reached into his pocket for his phone.


"Give me ten minutes, ok?" Trowa asked. Duo got the hint and headed towards the house.


"Just enough time for a snack!"


***


"Quatre?"


"What's up?"


"Oh, that's a loaded question, let me just say... you were right."


"Really?" Trowa pulled the phone away from his ear, but could still clearly hear the sounds of joy that Quatre was making. He put the phone back to his ear as soon as the squealing stopped. "...excellent!"


"This is going to be fun... but slightly painful."


***


Duo slammed into the house, racing towards the kitchen.


"Heero, I'm making lunch, you want anything?"


A faint "Hn." drifted in from the living room.


"I'll take that as a 'Yes'." Duo skipped around the kitchen while throwing a few sandwiches together. His braid whipped happily around behind him, twitching in time to the song Duo was singing to himself.


"We're putting out the fire.... with gasoline!"(1) Duo sang at the top of his lungs, knowing that Heero could hear him. He put the finishing touches on the sandwiches, and danced over to the sink, putting the knives that he used there to be washed later. "Been so long, so long, so long..." He sang, and twirled around, but was stopped short by a tug on his hair. He looked back towards the sink, and then swore. His braid was caught in the garbage disposal. He looked around for the switch, and made a mental note not to go anywhere near it. He gingerly reached down into the drain to rescue his braid. Unfortunately, leaning over the sink made more of his braid disappear into the drain. When he pulled back, he realized that he was stuck even further. He thought about his position. He was standing on his tiptoes, bent over the sink as far as he could go, and he couldn't get loose. 'And of course today is the day that I didn't have any clean clothes. Man, I'm never stealing Heero's spandex again, they ride up way to easy.' Duo pulled gently at the braid again, and pouted. 'Some escape artist I am.' He thought. He groaned as he heard footsteps in the hall leading to the kitchen.


"So, I heard yelling about lunch..." Wufei walked into the kitchen and stared at the sight that Duo made at the sink. Wufei blinked, paused a moment to take it all in, and then burst out laughing. Minutes went by, and Wufei was still laughing hysterically. He wiped at the tears that had escaped, and then finally met Duo's eyes. He tried to sober up slightly when he realized that Duo was glaring.


"Are you done?"Duo asked. Wufei nodded, not yet trusting that he could control his laughter. "All quake in terror at the sight of Shinigami." Duo said drily, which broke Wufei*s control. After another minute of laughter, Wufei felt ready to face the situation.


"You know I have a really sharp knife that you could borrow..." Wufei offered.


"Come near me with any knife, and you're dead Chang." Duo growled.

"Just a suggestion." Feeling playful after his bout of laughter, Wufei walked over to Duo, and leaned against the counter casually.


"What will you give me to keep this quiet?"


Duo eyed him wearily, "What do you want?"


"Your oath that you never involve Nataku in anymore of your pranks. No paint, no flower wreaths, no whoopie cushions, and no more signs on my back saying things like 'I may be small, but you should see how I handle my Gundam'."


Duo moaned, "But it was really funny!!" Wufei started to walk away. "No! Wait, don't go...." Wufei returned to the sink.


"Just for that, you also have to be my sparring partner for a week." Duo clamped his mouth shut before it got him in anymore trouble, and just nodded. "I thought so." Wufei smirked. "Okay let me see what you've done to yourself."


Wufei soon realized that he was going to have to practically climb over Duo to get to the sink. There was a wall on one side, and Duo was twisted over the other side. So he got behind the trapped boy, and started to reach.


"Hey, watch where you're putting your knee, Chang," Duo gripped.


"Well if you didn't have such a big ass, I might have enough room to maneuver here."


"What, you think I'm fat?" Screeched Duo. Wufei chuckled, and finally got into a position where he could have both hands free to release the braid. One foot was on the floor, and the other was on the island, but his position squished Duo into the counter. Duo moaned at the extra discomfort.


"Sorry Maxwell, Just try to relax, I'll be done soon."


***


Heero's stomach growled loudly. He vaguely remembered Duo shouting something about food, so he when to the kitchen to see if lunch was something edible. Sometimes, Duo made some really disgusting combinations in sandwiches, and was always confused when he was the only one that could eat them. As he got to the kitchen, he heard low voices, and then a moan. Wufei's voice reached his ears. "...Just try to relax, I'll be done soon."


Heero ran the rest of the way to the kitchen.


"Ahh! My ass! You're crushing it!"


"Just hold still, you weakling, or I won't be able to reach it."


Heero got to the kitchen, and found Chang Wufei bent over Duo Maxwell who was bent over the kitchen sink.


-Blank Moment-


Heero blinked down at his hand which held a black pony-tail that was attached to the head of Chang Wufei, who he was currently sitting on top of. He carefully let go of the hair, and stood. Wufei rolled over, and took several deep breaths. He stood slowly, his legs and arms shaking.


"I need to go away now." Wufei murmured and stumbled out of the room. "Must... find... Trowa..."


"Wufei come back, you didn't finish..." Duo moaned, and gave another useless tug at his braid. "Why did you have to jump him like that Heero? He was just helping me get my braid unstuck." Heero ignored the stuck pilot's question since he had no answer to it, climbed up onto the counter, reached down the drain, and snapped the elastic that was caught on one of the blades. Duo carefully drew his head back, his hair sliding free, and coming loose from it's braid.


"Wow, thanks man! Oh, look no damage!" Heero got off of the counter, and looked at the hair that Duo was holding out for him to inspect.


-Blank Moment-


"Trowa, are you still out here?" Duo stepped out of the door, and onto the porch, where Trowa was sitting, still on the phone. "I think I broke Heero some how. He isn't talking, he's just standing there not moving." Trowa looked up at Duo, and then smirked just a tiny bit.


"Quatre, I have to go... something just came up." He chuckled into the phone, flipped it shut, stood, and then reached into his pocket and held a rubber band out to Duo. "Here, fix your braid, and then go give Heero a sandwich. Maybe he's just hungry." Duo nodded doubtfully and started to re-braid his hair on the way back to the kitchen.


-


Heero came to himself while chewing on part of a sandwich. A really disgusting sandwich. He looked down at it. It seemed to be made up of peanut-butter, jelly, anchovies, and cucumbers. He was seated in his chair in front of his computer, which was blinking at him. He swallowed his mouthful, and put the sandwich as far away from his laptop as he could reach. He rubbed his eyes, and made a mental note to contact Sally about stomach pumping.


He opened up the un-scrambler, and decoded the mission parameters, and read it through three times -just to be safe- before finding Duo to tell him that they had to get ready. He found the braided pilot back in the front yard in the middle of a handstand on Trowa's shoulders. The braided pilot arched, and brought his feet down to rest next to his hands, making a perfect backwards arch over Trowa's head. Heero must have made some kind of noise because Trowa looked over at him, reached up, and took Duo off of his shoulders, and placed him gently on the ground.


"Wow, that was really great man. I understand what Quatre was talking about earlier. Thanks for finishing the lesson, I mean Q-ball did just get back and all. I'm sure you have better things you could be doing." Duo stretched, and then noticed Heero standing on the porch.


"What's up Heero?" Duo asked, speaking slowly to the dazed Wing pilot.


"Mission. We have. In an hour. We need to leave." Heero managed to get out.


"Ooo, really?! Secret Ops?" Heero nodded, and stepped aside for Duo to enter the house. "I should shower then, exercising with Trowa got me all sweaty."


"I need to shower as well." Heero said, following Duo through the house.


"Dibs!!" Duo shouted, and started peeling his cloths off, and throwing them off to the side as he made a run towards the bathroom. Heero decided to let the braided pilot have his own way, until he was hit in the face with a familiar pair of shorts.


"Duo? Why where you wearing my shorts?" Heero yelled.


"Today was laundry day...I had no other clean clothes!!" Heero clenched the shorts in his fist and started to run after the now naked pilot, not taking into consideration what he would do if he caught him.


"Get back here! Omae o korosu!"

Duo had reached the bathroom door, and was surprised by the door opening on it's own. Quatre, dressed only in a small towel, stepped out of the steaming bathroom and crashed into the running pilot, causing both of them to crash to the floor. They rolled out into the hall -the towel got left behind. Duo came to a rest on top of Quatre, with Quatre's leg wrapped around Duo's waist. Quatre giggled and gave a Duo a hug. Heero walked up, and watched the squirming struggle to get untangled.


"Wow, Duo, you've grown a whole lot since I've seen you last." Quatre laughed, fingering the braid that ran down the length of Duo's back.


-Blank Moment-


Quatre shifted uncomfortably, he was tied up and stuck in the linen closet. He could hear the shower going, along with the painful sound of Duo singing.


***


Where the Hell had Quatre run off to? Trowa was about to give up the search when he heard the faint sounds of scratching coming from inside the linen closet. What the...? He opened the door to discover a wet, disheveled, and very naked Quatre tied up in the bottom of the closet. Not the kind of person to let such an opportunity go to waste he scooped up a surprised Quatre and tossed him over his shoulder - sparing only a brief moment to send a silent thank you to Heero.


"Ack! Trowa what are you... oh... ah... tee hee!"


***

"I don't know about this Yuy, this just doesn't seem...sanitary to me." Duo whispered nervously.


"Quit your whining and just get on with it, Maxwell."


Duo looked inside the dusty ventilation shaft and sighed. "But I have allergies! One sneeze and the whole mission is over."


Heero glared and said, "No, you don't, I checked your file. You're in better condition than anyone else your age." He paused, "With the exception of me of course."


"I don't see why I have to go first," Duo griped softly. "I'll bet you're just looking for a reason to stare at my ass."


"Trust me, that's the last thing on my mind right now." Heero said dryly as he stared at the braided boy's lean, but well muscled backside, then caught himself and looked away. "Just do your job so we can get this over with."

"Jeesh, I was just joking, lighten up, hey?" Duo whispered as he hauled himself up into the musty vent. Heero silently followed, annoyed because Duo couldn't see the glare that Heero was giving him.


After a few minuets of crawling, Duo gave the signal that he had found the correct vent that would lead into the lab. He silently lifted the vent, and peeked down into the room. He gave the 'all clear' signal, dropped down, landed silently and moved out of the way so that Heero could do the same.


Heero sat down at the computer, and plugged in his portable hard-drive and started to download the information that the base had on the mobile dolls.


Duo snuck out into the corridor, planting bombs in strategic places along the walls, and taking out several of the guards. He finished his part of the mission, and mentally gave himself a pat on the back. He checked his watch and saw that he had five minutes to get back to Heero. Now that the most important part of his mission was complete he mentally qued up his 'victory song' - an old Lords of Acid (2) tune that he had to force himself not to sing out loud.


They say your pussy's just the cutest thing that you've ever seen,

Compared to mine your pussy's really ugly and mean!


Creeping through the corridors to the beat of the song, he adeptly dodged a few patrolling soldiers by ducking into an empty store room. He took a moment to make sure the soldiers were really gone.


***


Lady Une stifled yet another sigh as another nameless, faceless underling rushed up to her, probably with another 'very important' document for her to sign. She hoped it was an execution order, at least that would be amusing for a few moments - it wasn't. It was just a requisition for some new latrines. After the underling scampered off to underlingland, Lady Une decided to make a break for her quarters just so she could get a few minutes to herself without simpering minions following her around begging her to walk all over them.


She heard the sounds of footsteps in the corridor and without thinking about it, she ducked into the closest room available.


'What am I doing in here?' She asked herself. Hiding just wasn't her style, she was more of a 'blow their legs off and then let her minions take care of the mess' kind of person. Only now it was the minions she was hiding from. Gods, how the mighty have fallen.


Lady Une collected herself and decided to go back out and face the music - er, paperwork. As she started for the door, it opened on it's own and in crept a small figure. What the...? She quickly deduced that the other occupant of the room was up to no good, since the person was not dressed in the very fashionable uniforms that General Treize designed. She melted into the shadows of the storage room, and waited until the figure was checking the corridor for occupants before slowly making her way towards the person. She knew that she hadn't made a sound, but the figure turned around anyway and slammed face first into her chest. She grabbed him - it was a he - and wrestled him down to the floor in a maneuver that was surprisingly difficult given the small stature of her opponent. She looked down at his face and was surprised to see the face of the young terrorist that she had almost executed a few months ago. She grinned wickedly, this was going to make her entire day better.


***


ShitshitSHIT! Duo's mind was a continuous flurry of action as he tried to figure a way out of his current predicament. Being flat on his back underneath Colonel Une was not in his list of things to do for the day and he was pretty sure that Heero was going to kill him for this little problem - literally. Heero also had a detonator and was sure to push the plunger as soon as Duo didn*t show up at the appointed spot on time, which was about...now. Crap.


He wrestled Lady Une with everything he had, but this was obviously a woman that ate her vitamin supplemented military issue breakfast food every morning, 'cause she wasn't goin' nowhere. To top things off his 'victory song' was still playing full blast in the back of his head.


I wanna see your pussy, show it to me!

I wanna pet your pussy, show it to me!


This situation was rapidly degenerating into something that he was going to have beg Dr. G to erase from his memories, or else he was never going to be able to even think about sex again. He tried to summon up another song, but the only other thing he could thing of was 'I'm in the Lord's Army' and he didn't think collapsing into hysterical laughter was going to help his situation any.


"What are you doing here 02?"


"I was... I was... checking out your vending machines. You know, the morale of your soldiers might go up a bit if you had some candy or something in there." Duo mentally smacked himself up side the head, and it was quickly followed by Une's very real smacking.


"Try again." Une pulled at Duo's braid making him stand, and follow her over to the rooms only chair. She pushed him down into it. "Please try lying again. I need to get in my daily quota of torture." She smirked down at him and then handcuffed him to the chair.


"Do I have to? We both know that you're gonna torture me anyway... and then probably try to kill me again. So, even if I did tell you the truth, my life is still very over."


"You are smarter than you look 02."


"Hey!" Duo pouted inwardly, thought about it, then pouted outwardly, putting everything he had into being cute, it couldn't hurt, right?


'Gods, he's using the cuteness tactic,' Une thought, 'That's a tough one to counter. I guess I'll have to break out my mega bitch-fu in order to get anywhere with this one. Good thing I have my riding crop with me.'


Une leaned over the restrained Gundam pilot and used the aforementioned riding crop to trace the side of his face. "I like that sad little puppy face of yours, my dear, lets see if I can make it even sadder."

As Une leaned in even further, the front of her uniform must have decided to call it a day a few hours early because it let go of it*s buttons and proved to the world - or at least one small Gundam pilot that she did indeed not pad her bra, or even wear one.


"Ow! You hit me in the eye with a button!" Duo's eye started to tear up from the abuse.


***


Heero had worked himself into quite a snit over the absence of 02. He should have been back 5 minutes ago. 'I ought to just blow the damn place and go.' Instead, he found himself digging through his bag to find the tracer for the tracking device he had planted on Duo when he wasn't looking. All for the good of the mission, of course.


He came to the position where the tracer showed Duo to be and listened at the door to determine the situation. All he heard was Duo cry out in pain and he was through the door before he could think twice.


-Blank Moment-


Duo winced as Heero dragged him down the hall away from the storage room. He could still see Une who was now duc-taped to the chair. She caught his eyes, and smirked at him again.


'She is one scary lady if she can still find amusement in me getting away.' Duo thought as Heero led him through the base. 'I wish Heero had found the keys to the 'cuffs. They're really starting to chafe.'


Heero pushed Duo against a wall, and peered around a corner. He frowned when he saw a group of guards coming their way. He pulled Duo to a darkened room that they had passed, shoved the door open and threw Duo in.


Duo braced for impact, but was surprised when he didn't land on the ground, but on a very cushy bed. He settled in among some rose scented pillows, but then stiffened when he felt hands fingering, and then undoing his braid.


'What is Heero doing? My hair, he's playing with my...oh..that's nice.'


"Zechs, have I mentioned lately how much I love your hair? It's so very soft."


*WTF?*


"It's much longer than I remember though."


"And I somehow remember you being taller, Trieze."


"Hands! Hands in new places!" Duo shouted.

"What are you griping about now, baka?" Heero pulled out his flashlight and turned it on, illuminating the scene of Duo with his hair down and smack in the middle of the writhing and very naked forms of Zechs Merquise and Trieze Kushrenada..


-Blank Moment-


"Holy crap Heero, that was the coolest thing I've ever seen! I can*t believe you took both of them out at once and got those guards that came in as well."


Heero came back to himself at the sound of Duochatter. They were on a motorcycle and tearing down the road halfway back to the safehouse already.


"Man, you really are the perfect soldier, I'm never gonna have anyone else at my back, but you from now on if I have any choice in the matter."


Heero briefly fought with the image of being on Duo's back before curtly replying, "Quiet, you're giving me a headache."


Actually now that he thought about it, his head was hurting, along with his arm. Apparently, somewhere along the way he had managed to get shot. Well, wasn't that a bitch?


***


Trieze pulled at the handcuff that was attaching him, and his lover to their bed.


"Stop moving Treize, it's making the room spin. That Yuy is definitely a very determined soldier."


"He is isn't he? He's also a very lucky boy. That Maxwell was quite the handful."


"Heero is quite the handful himself. And, here I thought that 'buns of steel' was just a phrase."


"So that's why you have two black eyes. Well, I can't say you don't deserve it. When our Dragon comes visiting, I'll have to tell him about your little transgression. I'm sure that you'll be wearing these handcuffs again."


"Speaking of... how are we supposed to get out of them?" Zechs asked.


"I guess we'll have to wait for the guards to regain consciousness, but that might take awhile, Yuy hit them all pretty hard."


"Perfect."


****

Duo remained mostly quiet for the remainder of the trip with the exception of humming and occasionally singing "Show it to me!" And then groaning and falling quiet again.


Once they got back to the safehouse, Heero*s adrenaline supply cut out and he slumped over the bike a bit. Duo reached out and grabbed his arm to steady him, sending stabs of pain up Heero's arm causing him to curse.


"Christ, Heero, you didn't tell me you were wounded!"


"It's just a graze, it will be fine if you stop poking at it."


Duo looked up guiltily and ceased his poking activities.


"Do you need help getting inside?"


"Forget about it, I'm fine."


Duo skipped ahead, anxious to tell Quatre all about the freakish things that happened on the mission. As he raced up the steps he tripped over the broken step and fell onto the porch.


"OW!"


Quatre ran out on the porch already aware of the two pilots' return and was horrified to find Duo sprawled out on the porch.


"Duo! Oh my god! Trowa, get out here!"


Trowa and Wufei both ran out onto the porch to see what the commotion was all about.


Duo sat up feebly and said, "Don't worry guys, I'm ok."


"No you're not, Quatre exclaimed, "You have blood on you! Where are you wounded?"


"It's not mine, It must be Heero's." Duo tried to explain, but was completely ignored.


"Get his shirt, Trowa.. Maybe it's there, I bet he's been shot and he's bleeding to death right now!" Quatre flapped his hands dramatically.


Trowa started tearing off Duo*s shirt, while Wufei started yanking 02's pants down, so he could search for hidden injuries.


"I said I'm fine guys, really." Duo started to fight back, but was outnumbered by three highly trained terrorists to one.


"This wouldn't be the first time you*ve tried to hide an injury from us, Maxwell." Wufei stated calmly. "Just suck it up and deal."


"I don't see anything Quatre," Trowa said, "And I've looked very carefully."


"Then there's only one place it could be... get his shorts!"


"OUCH, Wufei, you scratched me!"


"Hold his arms!"


"I'll worry about his arms, Barton, you keep an eye on his feet."


"AH! He's a biter, did you know he's a biter? Why didn't someone tell me!"


"Sorry, Winner, I thought you were Duo,"


"Jezus, Wufei, we're supposed to be helping him, not making it worse!"


This was, of course, the worst possible moment for Heero to make an appearance, so naturally he did.


-Blank Mo----


'Fuck that' Heero thought, 'This is too much.'


He waded into the middle of the Gundam-boy dog pile and started throwing any pilot that didn't resemble Duo as hard as he could. After he had his Duo uncovered and relatively safe he turned around and snarled, "My Duo! Therefore my clothes, and no one is taking them off but me!"


And with that he scooped up the thoroughly disheveled pilot, threw him over his shoulder, and marched up the stairs.


Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei silently watched Heero take off with a cheerfully waving Duo. Then they looked at each other.


"If that one hadn't worked then I was going to be completely out of ideas," Quatre said cheekily. "Oh, and Wufei... next time you sneak away for some 'private time' with Zechs and Treize, could you tell them thanks for me?"


~OWARI~

(1) Song by David Bowie called 'The Cat People'. Very spiffy.

(2) Pussy Round - a most worthy song.