Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Gundam Wing Torment Theatre ❯ Episode Two ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Chrissy Sky 
In which things get chilly. Literally.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.30.2007 | Pages: 9 | Words: 6.6K | Visits: 924 | Status: Work In Progress
In which things get chilly. Literally.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.30.2007 | Pages: 9 | Words: 6.6K | Visits: 924 | Status: Work In Progress
Gundam Wing Torment Theatre
Episode Two:
Story: Heero’s Slave
Story by: dk_joy
MSTed by: Chrissy Sky
Many thanks to the author who was brave enough to volunteer. (You never got back to me on whether you wanted to see it beforehand, so I just went ahead and posted. I honestly had a lot of fun MSTing this one and so I hope it isn’t offensive.) More volunteers (and suggestions!) are welcome.
Oh, since I forgot: thoughts/emphasis are done in *stars* (though most of you reading have crossed over from ETT so you know my style of writing by now).
Duo and Quatre flirt a lot, don’t they? XD
- Satellite -
“Fuck, it’s cold!” was the first thing Duo said.
It was an understatement. They were all shivering and wrapped in blankets as they stood in the control room.
“What the hell happened to the heating?” Wufei asked Trowa and Heero, who were crouched on the ground in front of an open panel in the control room.
“It looks like it just broke down,” Heero said.
“We can try to repair it,” Trowa added, “but I’m not sure what good that will do. We don’t have any new parts for it and we haven’t figured out the problem yet.”
“Maybe we can ask Treize for some?” Duo suggested.
Wufei scowled. “I don’t want to ask him for more than I have to.”
It had been a week since they had started living on the satellite. In that time, their food supply had been mysteriously restocked every few days, and they never caught how this was done. Heero had watched the entire night once and hadn’t seen anything happen, yet the next morning there had been more food.
Zechs nodded. “We shouldn’t become too dependant on him, at least until we know what’s going on.”
“But he’s put us in a position where we have to be dependant on him,” Quatre pointed out, teeth chattering lightly as he spoke. “If we want to live, that is.”
Duo moved closer to the blond, putting an arm around his friend. “Yeah, but we don’t have to like it.”
Heero sat up. Apparently the compartment he and Trowa were looking at hadn’t been open in a long while because his face was smudged with dust. “At the moment it can’t be helped. I don’t like it any better than you, especially when we have no idea of what to expect from *this* Treize.”
“You make it sound like this is a completely different man,” Quatre noted.
“From the way he’s acting, it might as well be,” Zechs responded. “I don’t know what could have happened to him since the end of the war, and I’m almost afraid to find out what he’s been up to all this time.”
“Let’s worry about the present problem,” said Trowa. Dust had collected in his long bangs. “We won’t freeze to death if the heating isn’t fixed, but it’ll make it impossible to try to explore the satellite more thoroughly.” They had gone through as much of the satellite as they could get at for the moment. The rest of it was locked off so that they were only occupying a small section.
The console started blipping. Scowling at the interruption, Wufei pressed the keys that would open communications with their captor.
Treize blinked at them, obviously surprised to see them wrapped in blankets. “Is something wrong?”
“You could say that,” Zechs answered casually, though he studied Treize’s expression carefully as he spoke. “It seems our heating systems have died on us.”
“Oh! That *is* a problem.” Treize tapped his chin thoughtfully. “They did warn me about the satellite’s condition, but I didn’t know it was so serious…”
The captives tensed. “They?” Wufei echoed, demanding an answer.
Treize collected himself though. “It’s time for your new MST. I’ll see what I can do in the meantime. For a while, you might want to share sleeping quarters so that you don’t catch cold.” With that, the transmission abruptly fizzled out.
Wufei’s fist slammed down onto the control unit. “Damn him! Manipulating bastard!”
Zechs touched his shoulder, sympathizing with the Chinese boy’s anger greatly, but he wasn’t too surprised when his touch was shaken off. “We can figure out what to do after the story.”
Heero stood. “Right. Let’s go.”
- Theatre -
[sitting from left to right: Quatre, Duo, Heero, Trowa, Wufei, and Zechs.]
Duo: Fuck, it’s colder in here!
Quatre: That’s typical for a movie theater.
Duo: Sheesh. [leans against Quatre’s shoulder]
Quatre: [giggles] Poor baby…
Heero and Trowa: [watch this exchange closely]
Quatre: [notices the attention and blushes]
>I don't own Gundam Wing or these characters, but I wish I did.
Duo: I wish I owned myself.
Trowa: [smiles] You do, Duo. This is from a different universe, remember.
Duo: Yeah, I know… Can someone explain that again?
Heero: The multiverse theory of quantum physics posits the existence of parallel universes, an infinite number of ever-growing alternate realities that exist concurrently with our own. The theory holds that anything that can happen will happen, if not in this reality then in another.
Duo: So somewhere in an alternate universe I got it on with you?
Heero: … Theoretically, yes.
Duo: Damn. Boggles the mind, huh?
[I stole this from Stargate SG1]
>I do own copies of the anime and manga, though…that counts for something…right?
Wufei: As long as they’re not bootlegs.
Duo: Hey, sometimes you can *only* get bootlegs.
>Warnings: AU, slightly OOC Heero,
Trowa: At least we were warned this time.
>mind-control, some violence, implied shounen ai if you want it that way.
Duo: *I* want the heating turned on.
Wufei: *I* want to get off this damned satellite.
Heero: … I want some hot chocolate.
Duo and Wufei: [stare at him]
Quatre: [giggles] Actually, that does sound good. I think we have some.
Heero: That’s good. I’ll make some when we get out.
>Heero's Slave
Duo: … It’s me, isn’t it?
Quatre: [pats his shoulder]
>Chapter 1
>“Hey! Stop th…” the boy with a braid said before falling back, unconscious.
Duo: [groans] Yeah, it’s me.
Quatre: Well, technically it’s not *you*, it’s—
Duo: No more multiverse psychobabble right now.
>The man with a white lab coat took the needle out of the boy's arm and sighed. “Now we'll have a perfect weapon for the Perfect Soldier.”
Wufei: The Zero System?
Zechs: Gundam Wing Zero.
Trowa: A beam cannon.
Quatre: A beam saber.
Duo: A gun. Any gun.
Heero: Myself.
Others: [stare at him]
Heero: [blinks] What?
>***
Duo: [sings] This stubbornly burning star is still far away…
[Naruto, Rocks]
>Heero looked at his new weapon.
Trowa: An electric toothbrush.
Heero: You know, I never saw the point of those.
Trowa: Lazy children?
>It looked back at him with bright violet eyes,
Trowa: That he had stolen from their previous owner.
Duo: [grimaces] Trowa, no Clamp references. Besides, Fai only lost the one.
Trowa: So far.
Duo: [groans]
>still unfocused from his drugged sleep. Heero looked at the boy's chestnut braid and said, “why isn't his hair regulation length? It'll just get in his way.”
Duo: It does not!
Wufei: [smirks] Besides, for lack of an actual animal it makes him our mascot.
Duo: Oi!
Zechs: I’m beginning to suspect that these authors have an obsession with your hair, Duo.
Wufei: Oh, and capitalize ‘why.’
>Dr. J answered, “it is good to keep soldiers happy and he likes his hair long.”
Duo: What he said!
Wufei: Capitalize ‘it.’
Trowa: [Doctor J] Not to mention the fact that the braid’s a sex symbol.
Duo: [blushes and grins] Oh yeah?
Trowa: [nods] Dorothy took a survey.
Duo: Wow, no kidding? [dazed smirk]
>“He's a weapon” Heero responded coldly.
Duo: What am I, Rei Ayanami?
Trowa: Apparently a ‘slave.’
Quatre: S&M?
Wufei: That wasn’t in the warnings.
Trowa: It doesn’t have to be.
Wufei: Yes, it does. Some people find it offensive.
Duo: Like *me.*
>The Dr. sighed, “yes, but…the braid makes him happy and it can be useful.”
>“How…”
Wufei: [smirks] For picking up guys, of course.
Duo: Oi! I can pick up girls too!
Wufei: Hilde doesn’t count. You said she’s like your sister.
Duo: [raspberries]
>Duo smiled his Shinigami smile and said, “like this!”
Duo: [wrinkles nose] Shinigami smile?
Quatre: Smile and nod.
>He whipped his braid around, slamming it into the Dr.'s temple. To Heero's amazement, the Dr. dropped like a rock.
Wufei: Dead before he ever hit the ground.
Trowa: Huzzah.
Duo: [laughs] Yeah, my life *would* be easier if I was a mutant with superpowers…
>Still, he never showed surprise.
Heero: Apparently I don’t have emotions in this one either.
Trowa: [pats his shoulder]
>“Hn,” he said, then grabbed Duo's braid and stared at the end. “Weighted…”
Duo: Okay, humor aside—My hair is heavy enough as it is. I don’t need added weight.
Wufei: [snickers]
Duo: And you can shut up.
Wufei: If it bothers you so much, cut it.
Duo: Hell no!
>“Yep!” Duo said cheerfully. “That dude deserved it for drugging me like that!
Duo: But if Doctor J had pulled that on *me* I would have done more than smack him with my hair tail.
>What a bastard! And on top of that, he questioned you. Not a good idea!”
>“What?!”
>Duo looked at the Japanese boy's shocked face and snickered. “I'm your weapon, dude. By the way, what should I call you?”
Duo: Asshole who wants me to be a slave?
Trowa: That works.
>“My code name is…”
> “Yeah, but what do you want ME to call you? Master, sir, soldier…”
Duo: I’m still voting for ‘asshole’.
Quatre: You shouldn’t take it so personally, Duo.
Duo: Well, being angry makes me warmer.
Quatre: Oh. [giggles]
>“Umm…Heero would be fine.”
>“Yes sir…I mean Heero.” * giggle * “He, he!
Wufei: [slack-jawed] I’m not even going to go into how wrong that is.
Duo: Oh no! The bad grammar broke his brain!
Zechs: Descriptions are your friend and it would only have been a few more keystrokes to write out ‘Duo giggled.’ Stay with one tense.
>What are you? The `Hero' of the world?”
Duo: [sings] I need a hero! I’m holding out for a hero till the morning light! He’s got to be strong, he’s got to be fast, and he’s got to be fresh from the fight!
>“Maybe…but you're my weapon. My destroyer.”
Duo: Only in the edited dub. And I’m certainly not *his.*
Quatre: [giggles] Yeah. Duo would much rather belong to someone else.
Duo: [kicks his shin] Quatre!
Trowa: Huh? Who?
Quatre: [beams innocently] Oh, no one in particular…
>“Of course! What else? So what are ya gonna call me?”
>“Duo, I guess. That is your name, right?”
Duo: [himself] You got me. I’m still trying to get over the whole ‘slave’ thing.
>“Kind of. But you can call me anything you want. I exist only to serve you.”
Duo: Oh, master!
Trowa: [smirks] I Dream of Duo.
Duo: [blushes and grins]
>“Good. Shut up.”
>The braided boy sighed, but didn't open his mouth again. “So you can follow directions.” Duo opened his mouth, then shut it. “Hn,” Heero said, a noncommital sound that Duo translated into Heero-ese:
>“Sweet! My slave, my weapon listens to me! This should work out just fine.”
Heero: “Hn”? “Heero-ese”?
Duo: Smile and nod.
Heero: Am I so hard to understand that I need a translation?
Trowa: Apparently the fangirls need one.
>And after only being in his master's presence for a few minutes, his translation was astonishingly accurate.
Duo: The subtitles helped.
>This was one of the reasons Dr. J had picked his friend Dr. G's weapon, Duo, to be Heero's weapon.
Wufei: Another was that he came at half price.
>His ability to read people, even people as unexpressive as Heero, was very useful.
Heero: Because apparently corpses have more reaction than I do.
Trowa: [pats his shoulder]
>On top of that, Duo was a master at stealth operations, an excellent pilot, and was an expert in handling explosives.
Duo: A better pilot than Heero, actually.
Heero: I’ve already admitted that.
Duo: [preens]
>What more could someone ask for in a slave?
Quatre: Centuries of forced labor, poverty, torture, rape, and tons of other atrocities?
Trowa: Nah.
>Dr. J also secretly hoped that Duo and Heero would become friends,
Wufei: ‘Friends’ must mean ‘fuck buddies’ where he’s from.
>maybe even close enough friends that Heero could break Duo's conditioning.
Duo: I’m Doctor Yueh now?
Wufei: It would be nice if the author could explain what exactly this ‘conditioning’ entails.
>Yes, this was an experiment to Dr. J, an experiment in human nature, mind-control, and war.
Duo: And loooove.
>TBC…
>Heero's Slave
>Chapter 2
All: [groan]
Duo: There’s *more*?
Wufei: [skyward] Kill me now…
Treize’s voice: [chuckles] The chapters from this one are short, so I picked more than one.
Wufei: Bastard.
>Heero spent the next few weeks working with Duo, but not on a mission yet.
Trowa: On their love nest.
>He wanted to make sure everything was as Dr. J had said. And it seemed like it was. Duo retained his own personality and was capable of making decisions normally, but he would do whatever Heero wanted when asked.
Duo: So… I’m the perfect girlfriend?
Quatre: Duo, that’s terrible.
Duo: Hey, I don’t like the idea of being a Stepford wife either!
>If Heero were petty and mean, he could make Duo prepare and serve breakfast in bed, rub his feet, do the dishes, etc.
Duo: Perform sexual favors.
Trowa: Clean the toilet.
Wufei: Cut his hair.
Duo: Oi!
>But Heero wasn't, so he treated Duo like he treated everyone - with a shrug of indifference.
Duo: And a lack of reaction that made corpses envious.
Heero: [twitch]
Quatre: Well, it did warn that Heero was out of character…
>It wasn't until their first mission together that Heero found something he didn't like about Dr. J's conditioning of Duo.
Wufei: He always drank milk straight out of the carton.
>Duo had managed to sneak into an OZ base and blow up their Leos, along with some new prototypes. Heero was waiting outside, guarding the exit and Duo's Gundam Deathscythe with his Wing Gundam.
Duo: And basically twiddling his thumbs.
Trowa: He’s getting into his slave owner role rather fast.
>Once Duo was back in the cockpit, they started to take off, but were slowed down by mobile dolls that had been sent as backup from another base.
Duo: I got money on Heero suggesting they self-destruct.
Heero: [gives him a withering look]
>The two boys reacted instantly, splitting up and attacking the unmanned suits quickly. Heero took a few out with his laser cannon, then pulled out his beam saber and went to work. Duo's thermal scythe swung with a deadly grace, decapitating some and slicing others in half. But there were too many. The doll's programming caused them to change tactics and focus on one pilot at a time. They chose Heero.
Duo: Leaving my clone to… destroy them all while they’re not looking?
Trowa: Her description was getting better until that point.
Wufei: It almost made me feel nostalgic.
>If Heero were the kind of guy who expresses his emotions, “Oh, shit!” would have been his first response to the swarm around him. But, being Heero, “hn” is what comes out.
Wufei: Do. Not. Change. Tense. Pick one and stay with it.
Heero: There’s that “hn” thing again…
Duo: Apparently because you happen to grunt a few times the fangirls think that’s all you say.
Heero: I speak when I have something to say and that’s as often as necessary. I don’t know if that’s anymore or less often than anyone else.
Quatre: [comfortingly] Don’t worry about it, Heero. It’s not really you.
Heero: [shrugs]
>He lashes out at the weakest area he can find in the group surrounding him but the dolls react quicker than humans and immediately close the gaps. The Perfect Soldier starts tiring and wearing down.
Trowa: And where’s Duo during all this?
Duo: I went to the corner store for a case of beer and some chips.
Trowa: Right on.
Duo: Fuck, I’m still cold… I think I’ll be taking some of that hot chocolate too, Heero.
Heero: Alright.
>His saber isn't functioning and his laser cannon was shot out of his hand long ago.
Wufei: Never mind that he can’t use both at the same time anyway.
>After an hour of fighting, he gives in.
>“Get out of here, Duo.”
Duo: See! He’s going to self-destruct!
Trowa: You act as though you never tried it.
Duo: Yeah, but the rest of us wouldn’t have tried to if *he* hadn’t done it first.
Heero: So if I jump off a cliff, would you follow?
Duo: Now that’s just silly. Only you make jumping off shit without opening your fucking parachute look cool.
Heero: I wasn’t trying to be cool…
Trowa: That’s why it’s cool.
Heero: …
Duo: [giggles] We’re shitting with you, Heero.
Heero: … Right.
>His hands relax on the controls and he closes his eyes.
Duo: Huh? No self-destruct?
Quatre: Oh. I know what this is…
Heero: [frowns] So do I.
Duo: Huh?
Quatre: [softly] The time Treize tricked us into killing the Alliance Pacifists, Heero did that.
Duo: Oh, right…
Quatre: [still soft] And I suppose the author doesn’t realize the significance of that reaction.
>He can see a light getting brighter behind them and has time to think, “I hope it's quick” before his Gundam is slammed with…another Gundam?! He opens his eyes and sees Deathscythe, heavily damaged, in front of him. And inside…on the comm screen he sees Duo's battered and bloody body, his eyes fever-bright.
Trowa: So he was waiting there the whole time just to rush in and make himself look like a hero?
Wufei: It should be specified what Duo was doing during all of this, if he was still fighting or what.
>“Are you… OK…buddy?” Duo asks anxiously between painful gasps. He must have broken some ribs…, Heero thinks. “Hn,” Heero, master of conversations says.
Duo: Yeah, and we can’t get the real Heero to shut up most of the time.
Heero: [gives him a weird look]
Duo: Well, when you have something to say.
>“Yep…I'm fine, too.” Duo answers. “Now lets get going before more reinforcements come!” Duo says cheerfully, leading the way out.
Wufei: Which had been cleared by The Power of Love, apparently.
Trowa: So much for the details getting better.
>After a few miles, Deathscythe stops. “Duo…” Heero says, then stops.
Duo: Then the war stops.
Trowa: Then the world stops.
Wufei: Then the fic stops.
>He grabs Deathscythe and drags it back to base. Once there, he gets out of Wing and opens Duo's cockpit. He looks at Duo, passed out and bleeding. His weapon. His friend?!
Wufei: No, fuck buddy. Get it right.
>“When I get my hands on Dr. J…”
Trowa: [Heero] … I’m going to make him into even more of a pincushion than he already is.
>“You'll…what…Heero…Do you want my help?” the braided baka asked.
Duo: The braided WHAT?!
Wufei: He can apparently still talk when he’s supposed to be unconscious too.
>“Go to sleep, baka” he said gently (for Heero).
Quatre: He can be gentle…
Duo: [grins wickedly] You would know this how?
Quatre: [blushes brightly] Duo!
Duo: I *know* you aren’t a prude, Quatre, so don’t start acting like one now.
Quatre: [smacks his arm]
Duo: Ow!
Heero: [watches the exchange curiously]
>And since Heero was his master in this and all (OK most…) things, he listened and immediately fell into a deep, healing sleep.
Trowa: That required absolutely no additional assistance in the endeavor.
>TBC…
>Heero's Slave
>Chapter 3
Zechs: Treize, how many of these do we have to read?
Treize’s voice: This is the last one.
Wufei: Thank god…
>“Yes. I programmed Duo to immediately override any command from you that would cause you serious injury or death and allow him to live.” Dr. J said, grinning from ear to ear.
Duo: I, Duo.
Heero: [snorts]
Wufei: Oh sure, throw that Asimov shit in now.
Trowa: So is Duo a robot?
Quatre: I feel very lost…
Zechs: We all do.
>* WHAM *
Duo: [sings] Wake me up before you go go/ Don’t leave me hanging like a yo yo…
Wufei: [smirks] You know, I didn’t think he could get anymore gay, but then he just had to surprise me…
Trowa: [smacks him]
Wufei: Hey!
Trowa: [raises eyebrow]
Duo: [smiles bashfully] Thanks, man.
Trowa: No problem.
>Heero looked dispassionately at Dr. J passed out on the floor. “Who said I wanted that? He's supposed to obey only me!”
Quatre: Doctor J seems to be spending most of his time in this getting smacked around.
Heero: He would have smacked me back with one of his claws. The man wasn’t a pushover.
>Heero waited for Dr. J to wake up and then immediately asked, “How do you override that command?”
Duo: [Heero] I wanna kill myself, dammit!
Trowa: [Doctor J] No, not before the anal sex.
>“You can't. It takes precedence over all other commands. He would have to break his conditioning completely.”
Duo: … I’m still getting Dune flashbacks.
Trowa: Yeah. Besides, he could break the conditioning and still decide to stay and help Heero.
Duo: So that doesn’t make much sense.
>Figure it out, Yuy. I know you can if you would just think about it and loosen up. Dr. J thinks.
Heero: Apparently not when I’m such an anal-retentive bastard.
Quatre: [frowns in concern]
>“Hn.”
Duo: The Gundam pilots who say “Hn!”
>***
>Two weeks later, when Duo could finally breathe without wincing, Heero went to his room and started a conversation (for once).
Heero: [face palms]
Duo: Try not to let it bother you, pal.
Heero: I’m not, but…
Duo: Yeah. [pats his shoulder]
>“Duo. You will never do that again. You will obey only me, do you understand?”
>“Sorry! No can do, buddy!” Duo chirped. Yes, the God of Death chirps.
Duo: [sings] He rocks in the tree-top all a day long /Hoppin' and a-boppin' and a-singin' the song /All the little birds on J-Bird St. /Love to hear the robin goin' tweet tweet tweet…
Wufei: [rolls his eyes] We don’t need side comments, story.
>Heero growled. “I'm your master. Do what I say!” He's starting to get agitated. Can you tell?
Duo: And then electricity shoots out of his fingertips…
Wufei: [is rubbing his forehead] Don’t address the audience unless your writing in first or third person….
>“I'll do anything you want…except this.” Duo said cautiously, trying not to piss off Heero any worse. “And besides, why would I want to change this? You're my friend - I'm supposed to help you.”
>“…”
>*sigh *
Wufei: [eye twitches]
Duo: Give it up, man. It’s not gonna listen anyway.
Wufei: [sighs heavily]
>“Yes, Heero, I consider you to be my friend. My best friend.
Trowa: [Duo] But more importantly, my fuck buddy.
>You probably just see me as a tool, but I understand. You were trained to be like this. I don't blame you if you don't feel the same way.” Now who's turn was it to be completely dense?
Duo: These so-called fans seem to have a low-estimation of my intelligence…
Trowa: The “braided idiot” comment still bothers you?
Duo: Oh yeah.
>“Duo…you're not just a tool. You are a weapon, a tool to create peace, but…”
Trowa: [Heero] You’re also my fuck buddy.
Duo: [himself] Aww! Let’s make babies!
>Duo looked at the Perfect Soldier with wide eyes. “Buddy…do you have a fever or something? Or am I hearing things?”
Trowa: You’re hearing things.
Duo: [sings] Wait until I get my hands on whoever wrote this script…
Quatre: Si.
>“Baka!” Duo winced at Heero's tone of voice.
Duo: The part of Heero Yuy will now be played by Genjyo Sanzo…
Trowa: [falls over laughing from that mental image]
Duo: [beams]
>“Why do you think I told you to leave when it looked hopeless? I do consider you a…friend. You're my best friend. My only friend.”
Trowa: [Heero] My really, really, really hot only friend.
Duo: [himself] That offer about the babies is still open.
>Duo: *giggle*
>Heero: *glare *
Wufei: [eye twitches compulsively]
Quatre: You should give up.
Trowa: The author obviously did.
>D: *laugh *
>H: *sigh *
>D: *hysterics *
>H: *reluctant chuckle *
Duo: Well, at least you’re not doing that insane laugh thing.
Heero: [defensively] I haven’t done that in a long time…
>“I guess you have emotions after all!”
Duo: Yeah, because he’s not a freaking robot. Though you might be.
Wufei: [sighs, gets up, goes to the wall, and bangs his head against it]
Others: [watch him worriedly]
Zechs: I think he’s cracking…
Heero: [nods]
>H: *death glare *
>D: *sigh *
>“Or I could be wrong.”
>“Baka!”
Wufei: [muffled] Is it over yet?
Zechs: Yes. We can see the end of the text.
Wufei: Finally…
>Outside of the door, unknown to the boys, was Dr. J. Smiling. He has a friend. I'm glad.
Heero: [mildly] I have many friends, actually, but I’m glad too.
Quatre: [smiles warmly] So are we.
>TBC…
Wufei: Duo?
Duo: Yeah?
Wufei: Tonight, we’re watching the goriest horror film that Treize’s collection has.
Duo: [grins] Need to see the blood and violence?
Wufei: [sighs] Yes.
- Satellite -
Later that day, Quatre wandered into the kitchen to make himself more hot chocolate. Duo, Trowa, Zechs, and Wufei were watching a movie in the arcade (which also held a large screen television in one corner of the room), but scary movies weren’t really Quatre’s thing. He would watch them every once in a while, but he felt he had seen enough blood and guts during the war.
He found Heero already there, heating up another cup of water for the chocolate mix. The Japanese boy glanced up as he walked over. “Hey.”
Quatre smiled. “Hey.” Heero hadn’t seemed too enthusiastic about the choice of tonight’s entertainment either. Quatre had seen him playing one of the martial arts games earlier on, but then he had disappeared sometime before the Sandrock pilot had decided to take his leave. “You’re not a big fan of horror movies either?” Quatre asked, curious now.
Heero shrugged. “I don’t watch a lot of television period, but some genres are better than others.” He stirred in the powdered chocolate thoroughly and, to the blond’s surprise, handed the cup to Quatre before preparing to make another for himself.
“Thank you, Heero,” Quatre said, beaming over the rim of his cup. “I’m not crazy about it, but Duo’s really into it.”
“The hot chocolate?”
Quatre giggled. “No, the movie.”
“Drink before it gets cold.”
“Yes.”
The Winner heir sipped the warm liquid, thoughtfully watching Heero. They hadn’t had an opportunity to be alone like this since the time they had spent together after their fight and during their stay in the Sanq Kingdom. Though it hadn’t been very long, Heero had somehow grown to trust him—enough that he would trust Quatre to lead the others in battle while he fought Zechs. Quatre treasured that trust and Heero’s confidence in him.
“Are you rooming with anyone yet?” he asked after a long moment passed.
Heero blinked in surprise. “Oh… I didn’t know we were doing that.” Treize had suggested it earlier but he hadn’t known the others were actually considering it as a viable option. It did make sense, however, to conserve heat.
Quatre nodded. “Yeah. Duo and Trowa are rooming together, and I think Zechs is going to ask either Wufei or you eventually.”
“Duo and Trowa?” Now there was an unusual pair.
“They’ve been bonding lately,” Quatre admitted with a wide, amused smile. “Apparently they had more in common than they previously thought. Duo’s even been helping Trowa with the animals every morning.”
“I see.”
Quatre’s head tilted to the side curiously. “Would you like to room with me? Though you might prefer Zechs…”
Heero snorted in amusement. “He’ll probably bring in the chess board from the library and we’ll never get any sleep…” He did feel some sort of fondness for his long-time rival, but it wasn’t the same thing as he felt for the other Gundam pilots. With everything they had gone through, he just felt closer to them in a way he couldn’t with other people—apart from Relena of course.
“Oh dear.” Quatre hadn’t known the two of them still felt so competitive.
“I’d like to,” Heero answered his question.
Quatre beamed. “Okay then.”
-
“So that’s it?” Duo asked, baffled by Trowa’s confession, as they settled in for the night.
Trowa nodded calmly, wrapped up in his blanket beside the braided boy. “We might have been able to repair things between us after my memories returned—in fact, we did. We’re as close now as we ever were before then… But you have to understand—I’m not the one Quatre’s meant to be with. I couldn’t allow our relationship to grow any stronger knowing that. I couldn’t let us hurt each other when we inevitably figured out the truth, or worse, grew apart.”
Duo shook his head stubbornly. “You sound like you didn’t even try though… You sound so certain.”
“I am. Did you hear what Quatre said during the final battle, after Heero destroyed the last of the debris from Libra?” Duo blinked comically, obviously not remembering what he was referring to. “He called Heero ‘the Heart of Space.’”
Duo’s eyes widened. “Oh yeah… His ‘feeling.’” He didn’t really understand it and Quatre didn’t like talking about it much, because it tended to make people think he was weird.
Trowa nodded, this time eager for Duo to understand. “His empathy which he’s felt all his life. It emanates from within Heero. He’s felt *Heero* all of his life.”
“Doesn’t that bother you?” Duo had to know.
“No,” Trowa answered right away, without inflection. “I care for them both very much. I know when they figure it out, they’ll be very happy.” Quatre had a lot of love to give and Heero needed someone to ground him, to give him focus. He couldn’t think of a better match. Noticing the look of concern on Duo’s face, he smiled. “It really doesn’t bother me, Duo. I’m okay with it.”
“Okay…” The braided boy still looked unsure though.
“I’m just worried that Quatre’s going to let this chance slip by again before figuring out what his feelings for Heero truly are.”
Duo blinked. “How could he *not* know?” Quatre always seemed so in tune with matters of the heart.
“He does, to a certain extent. But there hasn’t been much time for him to give it further examination—right after the battle the Maguanacs rushed him to the hospital for his stab wound. Heero disappeared and Quatre went back to L4 to take over the company from his sisters. Technically they still have control of it until his eighteenth birthday, but Quatre’s been heading many constructive projects the past year.”
Duo nodded, smiling fondly. “Workaholic.”
“Exactly. He’s never given himself time to think about it—it was just *there.* As long as he knew Heero was alive and relatively happy wherever he was, it wouldn’t have mattered. Quatre’s used to putting others before himself, and since he attacked the colonies that time, he’s lost some of his confidence. Heero actually helped him gain some of that back, but the seeds of that doubt are still there.”
“They’re both so self-sacrificing… You’re right, they’re perfect.”
Trowa grinned. “See?”
“Hey. You think we should play matchmaker or something? Lock them in a room together or something?” Duo’s eyebrows wiggled suggestively.
The green eyed boy chuckled. “No. At least, not right now. For the time being, we should give them the chance to figure it out on their own.”
“That’s no fun…”
“Yes it is. We can sit back and enjoy the show.”
“Heero would be mad if we videotaped it, I think,” Duo said cheekily.
Trowa laughed. “That’s not what I meant.”
-
Heero couldn’t sleep. Quatre kept shifting, adjusting his blanket to get it wrapped more tightly around him.
“You okay?” Heero asked, wondering if perhaps sleeping with him was making Quatre uncomfortable. He didn’t feel one way or another about it, himself. They were just being practical.
Quatre gave a heartfelt sigh. “Yes… It’s just my back’s cold,” he admitted sheepishly. No matter how much he pressed the cloth against his back, he still felt a cold draft. He could just sleep on his back, but he had never been comfortable sleeping in that position.
“Turn over.”
“I don’t like sleeping on my back.”
“No, turn over so that you’re facing the wall.”
Quatre did as ordered. “Though now my front’s going to be cold,” he noted wryly just before he felt Heero shift behind him. He gasped lightly when an arm wrapped around his waist to pull him flush against the other boy.
Heero adjusted their blankets until they were wrapped in both. “This okay?”
Quatre was glad for the darkness. It was currently hiding a very strong blush. “Uh, yeah. This is a lot warmer.” He was too startled to pull away.
“Good. Try to sleep.” He wasn’t annoyed with Quatre, just tired.
“I’m sorry for being so troublesome.”
“Don’t be. Now sleep.”
Eventually Quatre relaxed in Heero’s hold, his arm resting over the one on his waist. It surprised him how comfortable he felt like this. Then again, it really shouldn’t have. Heero was his Heart of Space after all. It was only natural that this felt comforting.
Concentrating on Heero’s rhythmic, warm breathing against the back of his neck, he fell into a deep sleep.
TBC.
Episode Two:
Story: Heero’s Slave
Story by: dk_joy
MSTed by: Chrissy Sky
Many thanks to the author who was brave enough to volunteer. (You never got back to me on whether you wanted to see it beforehand, so I just went ahead and posted. I honestly had a lot of fun MSTing this one and so I hope it isn’t offensive.) More volunteers (and suggestions!) are welcome.
Oh, since I forgot: thoughts/emphasis are done in *stars* (though most of you reading have crossed over from ETT so you know my style of writing by now).
Duo and Quatre flirt a lot, don’t they? XD
- Satellite -
“Fuck, it’s cold!” was the first thing Duo said.
It was an understatement. They were all shivering and wrapped in blankets as they stood in the control room.
“What the hell happened to the heating?” Wufei asked Trowa and Heero, who were crouched on the ground in front of an open panel in the control room.
“It looks like it just broke down,” Heero said.
“We can try to repair it,” Trowa added, “but I’m not sure what good that will do. We don’t have any new parts for it and we haven’t figured out the problem yet.”
“Maybe we can ask Treize for some?” Duo suggested.
Wufei scowled. “I don’t want to ask him for more than I have to.”
It had been a week since they had started living on the satellite. In that time, their food supply had been mysteriously restocked every few days, and they never caught how this was done. Heero had watched the entire night once and hadn’t seen anything happen, yet the next morning there had been more food.
Zechs nodded. “We shouldn’t become too dependant on him, at least until we know what’s going on.”
“But he’s put us in a position where we have to be dependant on him,” Quatre pointed out, teeth chattering lightly as he spoke. “If we want to live, that is.”
Duo moved closer to the blond, putting an arm around his friend. “Yeah, but we don’t have to like it.”
Heero sat up. Apparently the compartment he and Trowa were looking at hadn’t been open in a long while because his face was smudged with dust. “At the moment it can’t be helped. I don’t like it any better than you, especially when we have no idea of what to expect from *this* Treize.”
“You make it sound like this is a completely different man,” Quatre noted.
“From the way he’s acting, it might as well be,” Zechs responded. “I don’t know what could have happened to him since the end of the war, and I’m almost afraid to find out what he’s been up to all this time.”
“Let’s worry about the present problem,” said Trowa. Dust had collected in his long bangs. “We won’t freeze to death if the heating isn’t fixed, but it’ll make it impossible to try to explore the satellite more thoroughly.” They had gone through as much of the satellite as they could get at for the moment. The rest of it was locked off so that they were only occupying a small section.
The console started blipping. Scowling at the interruption, Wufei pressed the keys that would open communications with their captor.
Treize blinked at them, obviously surprised to see them wrapped in blankets. “Is something wrong?”
“You could say that,” Zechs answered casually, though he studied Treize’s expression carefully as he spoke. “It seems our heating systems have died on us.”
“Oh! That *is* a problem.” Treize tapped his chin thoughtfully. “They did warn me about the satellite’s condition, but I didn’t know it was so serious…”
The captives tensed. “They?” Wufei echoed, demanding an answer.
Treize collected himself though. “It’s time for your new MST. I’ll see what I can do in the meantime. For a while, you might want to share sleeping quarters so that you don’t catch cold.” With that, the transmission abruptly fizzled out.
Wufei’s fist slammed down onto the control unit. “Damn him! Manipulating bastard!”
Zechs touched his shoulder, sympathizing with the Chinese boy’s anger greatly, but he wasn’t too surprised when his touch was shaken off. “We can figure out what to do after the story.”
Heero stood. “Right. Let’s go.”
- Theatre -
[sitting from left to right: Quatre, Duo, Heero, Trowa, Wufei, and Zechs.]
Duo: Fuck, it’s colder in here!
Quatre: That’s typical for a movie theater.
Duo: Sheesh. [leans against Quatre’s shoulder]
Quatre: [giggles] Poor baby…
Heero and Trowa: [watch this exchange closely]
Quatre: [notices the attention and blushes]
>I don't own Gundam Wing or these characters, but I wish I did.
Duo: I wish I owned myself.
Trowa: [smiles] You do, Duo. This is from a different universe, remember.
Duo: Yeah, I know… Can someone explain that again?
Heero: The multiverse theory of quantum physics posits the existence of parallel universes, an infinite number of ever-growing alternate realities that exist concurrently with our own. The theory holds that anything that can happen will happen, if not in this reality then in another.
Duo: So somewhere in an alternate universe I got it on with you?
Heero: … Theoretically, yes.
Duo: Damn. Boggles the mind, huh?
[I stole this from Stargate SG1]
>I do own copies of the anime and manga, though…that counts for something…right?
Wufei: As long as they’re not bootlegs.
Duo: Hey, sometimes you can *only* get bootlegs.
>Warnings: AU, slightly OOC Heero,
Trowa: At least we were warned this time.
>mind-control, some violence, implied shounen ai if you want it that way.
Duo: *I* want the heating turned on.
Wufei: *I* want to get off this damned satellite.
Heero: … I want some hot chocolate.
Duo and Wufei: [stare at him]
Quatre: [giggles] Actually, that does sound good. I think we have some.
Heero: That’s good. I’ll make some when we get out.
>Heero's Slave
Duo: … It’s me, isn’t it?
Quatre: [pats his shoulder]
>Chapter 1
>“Hey! Stop th…” the boy with a braid said before falling back, unconscious.
Duo: [groans] Yeah, it’s me.
Quatre: Well, technically it’s not *you*, it’s—
Duo: No more multiverse psychobabble right now.
>The man with a white lab coat took the needle out of the boy's arm and sighed. “Now we'll have a perfect weapon for the Perfect Soldier.”
Wufei: The Zero System?
Zechs: Gundam Wing Zero.
Trowa: A beam cannon.
Quatre: A beam saber.
Duo: A gun. Any gun.
Heero: Myself.
Others: [stare at him]
Heero: [blinks] What?
>***
Duo: [sings] This stubbornly burning star is still far away…
[Naruto, Rocks]
>Heero looked at his new weapon.
Trowa: An electric toothbrush.
Heero: You know, I never saw the point of those.
Trowa: Lazy children?
>It looked back at him with bright violet eyes,
Trowa: That he had stolen from their previous owner.
Duo: [grimaces] Trowa, no Clamp references. Besides, Fai only lost the one.
Trowa: So far.
Duo: [groans]
>still unfocused from his drugged sleep. Heero looked at the boy's chestnut braid and said, “why isn't his hair regulation length? It'll just get in his way.”
Duo: It does not!
Wufei: [smirks] Besides, for lack of an actual animal it makes him our mascot.
Duo: Oi!
Zechs: I’m beginning to suspect that these authors have an obsession with your hair, Duo.
Wufei: Oh, and capitalize ‘why.’
>Dr. J answered, “it is good to keep soldiers happy and he likes his hair long.”
Duo: What he said!
Wufei: Capitalize ‘it.’
Trowa: [Doctor J] Not to mention the fact that the braid’s a sex symbol.
Duo: [blushes and grins] Oh yeah?
Trowa: [nods] Dorothy took a survey.
Duo: Wow, no kidding? [dazed smirk]
>“He's a weapon” Heero responded coldly.
Duo: What am I, Rei Ayanami?
Trowa: Apparently a ‘slave.’
Quatre: S&M?
Wufei: That wasn’t in the warnings.
Trowa: It doesn’t have to be.
Wufei: Yes, it does. Some people find it offensive.
Duo: Like *me.*
>The Dr. sighed, “yes, but…the braid makes him happy and it can be useful.”
>“How…”
Wufei: [smirks] For picking up guys, of course.
Duo: Oi! I can pick up girls too!
Wufei: Hilde doesn’t count. You said she’s like your sister.
Duo: [raspberries]
>Duo smiled his Shinigami smile and said, “like this!”
Duo: [wrinkles nose] Shinigami smile?
Quatre: Smile and nod.
>He whipped his braid around, slamming it into the Dr.'s temple. To Heero's amazement, the Dr. dropped like a rock.
Wufei: Dead before he ever hit the ground.
Trowa: Huzzah.
Duo: [laughs] Yeah, my life *would* be easier if I was a mutant with superpowers…
>Still, he never showed surprise.
Heero: Apparently I don’t have emotions in this one either.
Trowa: [pats his shoulder]
>“Hn,” he said, then grabbed Duo's braid and stared at the end. “Weighted…”
Duo: Okay, humor aside—My hair is heavy enough as it is. I don’t need added weight.
Wufei: [snickers]
Duo: And you can shut up.
Wufei: If it bothers you so much, cut it.
Duo: Hell no!
>“Yep!” Duo said cheerfully. “That dude deserved it for drugging me like that!
Duo: But if Doctor J had pulled that on *me* I would have done more than smack him with my hair tail.
>What a bastard! And on top of that, he questioned you. Not a good idea!”
>“What?!”
>Duo looked at the Japanese boy's shocked face and snickered. “I'm your weapon, dude. By the way, what should I call you?”
Duo: Asshole who wants me to be a slave?
Trowa: That works.
>“My code name is…”
> “Yeah, but what do you want ME to call you? Master, sir, soldier…”
Duo: I’m still voting for ‘asshole’.
Quatre: You shouldn’t take it so personally, Duo.
Duo: Well, being angry makes me warmer.
Quatre: Oh. [giggles]
>“Umm…Heero would be fine.”
>“Yes sir…I mean Heero.” * giggle * “He, he!
Wufei: [slack-jawed] I’m not even going to go into how wrong that is.
Duo: Oh no! The bad grammar broke his brain!
Zechs: Descriptions are your friend and it would only have been a few more keystrokes to write out ‘Duo giggled.’ Stay with one tense.
>What are you? The `Hero' of the world?”
Duo: [sings] I need a hero! I’m holding out for a hero till the morning light! He’s got to be strong, he’s got to be fast, and he’s got to be fresh from the fight!
>“Maybe…but you're my weapon. My destroyer.”
Duo: Only in the edited dub. And I’m certainly not *his.*
Quatre: [giggles] Yeah. Duo would much rather belong to someone else.
Duo: [kicks his shin] Quatre!
Trowa: Huh? Who?
Quatre: [beams innocently] Oh, no one in particular…
>“Of course! What else? So what are ya gonna call me?”
>“Duo, I guess. That is your name, right?”
Duo: [himself] You got me. I’m still trying to get over the whole ‘slave’ thing.
>“Kind of. But you can call me anything you want. I exist only to serve you.”
Duo: Oh, master!
Trowa: [smirks] I Dream of Duo.
Duo: [blushes and grins]
>“Good. Shut up.”
>The braided boy sighed, but didn't open his mouth again. “So you can follow directions.” Duo opened his mouth, then shut it. “Hn,” Heero said, a noncommital sound that Duo translated into Heero-ese:
>“Sweet! My slave, my weapon listens to me! This should work out just fine.”
Heero: “Hn”? “Heero-ese”?
Duo: Smile and nod.
Heero: Am I so hard to understand that I need a translation?
Trowa: Apparently the fangirls need one.
>And after only being in his master's presence for a few minutes, his translation was astonishingly accurate.
Duo: The subtitles helped.
>This was one of the reasons Dr. J had picked his friend Dr. G's weapon, Duo, to be Heero's weapon.
Wufei: Another was that he came at half price.
>His ability to read people, even people as unexpressive as Heero, was very useful.
Heero: Because apparently corpses have more reaction than I do.
Trowa: [pats his shoulder]
>On top of that, Duo was a master at stealth operations, an excellent pilot, and was an expert in handling explosives.
Duo: A better pilot than Heero, actually.
Heero: I’ve already admitted that.
Duo: [preens]
>What more could someone ask for in a slave?
Quatre: Centuries of forced labor, poverty, torture, rape, and tons of other atrocities?
Trowa: Nah.
>Dr. J also secretly hoped that Duo and Heero would become friends,
Wufei: ‘Friends’ must mean ‘fuck buddies’ where he’s from.
>maybe even close enough friends that Heero could break Duo's conditioning.
Duo: I’m Doctor Yueh now?
Wufei: It would be nice if the author could explain what exactly this ‘conditioning’ entails.
>Yes, this was an experiment to Dr. J, an experiment in human nature, mind-control, and war.
Duo: And loooove.
>TBC…
>Heero's Slave
>Chapter 2
All: [groan]
Duo: There’s *more*?
Wufei: [skyward] Kill me now…
Treize’s voice: [chuckles] The chapters from this one are short, so I picked more than one.
Wufei: Bastard.
>Heero spent the next few weeks working with Duo, but not on a mission yet.
Trowa: On their love nest.
>He wanted to make sure everything was as Dr. J had said. And it seemed like it was. Duo retained his own personality and was capable of making decisions normally, but he would do whatever Heero wanted when asked.
Duo: So… I’m the perfect girlfriend?
Quatre: Duo, that’s terrible.
Duo: Hey, I don’t like the idea of being a Stepford wife either!
>If Heero were petty and mean, he could make Duo prepare and serve breakfast in bed, rub his feet, do the dishes, etc.
Duo: Perform sexual favors.
Trowa: Clean the toilet.
Wufei: Cut his hair.
Duo: Oi!
>But Heero wasn't, so he treated Duo like he treated everyone - with a shrug of indifference.
Duo: And a lack of reaction that made corpses envious.
Heero: [twitch]
Quatre: Well, it did warn that Heero was out of character…
>It wasn't until their first mission together that Heero found something he didn't like about Dr. J's conditioning of Duo.
Wufei: He always drank milk straight out of the carton.
>Duo had managed to sneak into an OZ base and blow up their Leos, along with some new prototypes. Heero was waiting outside, guarding the exit and Duo's Gundam Deathscythe with his Wing Gundam.
Duo: And basically twiddling his thumbs.
Trowa: He’s getting into his slave owner role rather fast.
>Once Duo was back in the cockpit, they started to take off, but were slowed down by mobile dolls that had been sent as backup from another base.
Duo: I got money on Heero suggesting they self-destruct.
Heero: [gives him a withering look]
>The two boys reacted instantly, splitting up and attacking the unmanned suits quickly. Heero took a few out with his laser cannon, then pulled out his beam saber and went to work. Duo's thermal scythe swung with a deadly grace, decapitating some and slicing others in half. But there were too many. The doll's programming caused them to change tactics and focus on one pilot at a time. They chose Heero.
Duo: Leaving my clone to… destroy them all while they’re not looking?
Trowa: Her description was getting better until that point.
Wufei: It almost made me feel nostalgic.
>If Heero were the kind of guy who expresses his emotions, “Oh, shit!” would have been his first response to the swarm around him. But, being Heero, “hn” is what comes out.
Wufei: Do. Not. Change. Tense. Pick one and stay with it.
Heero: There’s that “hn” thing again…
Duo: Apparently because you happen to grunt a few times the fangirls think that’s all you say.
Heero: I speak when I have something to say and that’s as often as necessary. I don’t know if that’s anymore or less often than anyone else.
Quatre: [comfortingly] Don’t worry about it, Heero. It’s not really you.
Heero: [shrugs]
>He lashes out at the weakest area he can find in the group surrounding him but the dolls react quicker than humans and immediately close the gaps. The Perfect Soldier starts tiring and wearing down.
Trowa: And where’s Duo during all this?
Duo: I went to the corner store for a case of beer and some chips.
Trowa: Right on.
Duo: Fuck, I’m still cold… I think I’ll be taking some of that hot chocolate too, Heero.
Heero: Alright.
>His saber isn't functioning and his laser cannon was shot out of his hand long ago.
Wufei: Never mind that he can’t use both at the same time anyway.
>After an hour of fighting, he gives in.
>“Get out of here, Duo.”
Duo: See! He’s going to self-destruct!
Trowa: You act as though you never tried it.
Duo: Yeah, but the rest of us wouldn’t have tried to if *he* hadn’t done it first.
Heero: So if I jump off a cliff, would you follow?
Duo: Now that’s just silly. Only you make jumping off shit without opening your fucking parachute look cool.
Heero: I wasn’t trying to be cool…
Trowa: That’s why it’s cool.
Heero: …
Duo: [giggles] We’re shitting with you, Heero.
Heero: … Right.
>His hands relax on the controls and he closes his eyes.
Duo: Huh? No self-destruct?
Quatre: Oh. I know what this is…
Heero: [frowns] So do I.
Duo: Huh?
Quatre: [softly] The time Treize tricked us into killing the Alliance Pacifists, Heero did that.
Duo: Oh, right…
Quatre: [still soft] And I suppose the author doesn’t realize the significance of that reaction.
>He can see a light getting brighter behind them and has time to think, “I hope it's quick” before his Gundam is slammed with…another Gundam?! He opens his eyes and sees Deathscythe, heavily damaged, in front of him. And inside…on the comm screen he sees Duo's battered and bloody body, his eyes fever-bright.
Trowa: So he was waiting there the whole time just to rush in and make himself look like a hero?
Wufei: It should be specified what Duo was doing during all of this, if he was still fighting or what.
>“Are you… OK…buddy?” Duo asks anxiously between painful gasps. He must have broken some ribs…, Heero thinks. “Hn,” Heero, master of conversations says.
Duo: Yeah, and we can’t get the real Heero to shut up most of the time.
Heero: [gives him a weird look]
Duo: Well, when you have something to say.
>“Yep…I'm fine, too.” Duo answers. “Now lets get going before more reinforcements come!” Duo says cheerfully, leading the way out.
Wufei: Which had been cleared by The Power of Love, apparently.
Trowa: So much for the details getting better.
>After a few miles, Deathscythe stops. “Duo…” Heero says, then stops.
Duo: Then the war stops.
Trowa: Then the world stops.
Wufei: Then the fic stops.
>He grabs Deathscythe and drags it back to base. Once there, he gets out of Wing and opens Duo's cockpit. He looks at Duo, passed out and bleeding. His weapon. His friend?!
Wufei: No, fuck buddy. Get it right.
>“When I get my hands on Dr. J…”
Trowa: [Heero] … I’m going to make him into even more of a pincushion than he already is.
>“You'll…what…Heero…Do you want my help?” the braided baka asked.
Duo: The braided WHAT?!
Wufei: He can apparently still talk when he’s supposed to be unconscious too.
>“Go to sleep, baka” he said gently (for Heero).
Quatre: He can be gentle…
Duo: [grins wickedly] You would know this how?
Quatre: [blushes brightly] Duo!
Duo: I *know* you aren’t a prude, Quatre, so don’t start acting like one now.
Quatre: [smacks his arm]
Duo: Ow!
Heero: [watches the exchange curiously]
>And since Heero was his master in this and all (OK most…) things, he listened and immediately fell into a deep, healing sleep.
Trowa: That required absolutely no additional assistance in the endeavor.
>TBC…
>Heero's Slave
>Chapter 3
Zechs: Treize, how many of these do we have to read?
Treize’s voice: This is the last one.
Wufei: Thank god…
>“Yes. I programmed Duo to immediately override any command from you that would cause you serious injury or death and allow him to live.” Dr. J said, grinning from ear to ear.
Duo: I, Duo.
Heero: [snorts]
Wufei: Oh sure, throw that Asimov shit in now.
Trowa: So is Duo a robot?
Quatre: I feel very lost…
Zechs: We all do.
>* WHAM *
Duo: [sings] Wake me up before you go go/ Don’t leave me hanging like a yo yo…
Wufei: [smirks] You know, I didn’t think he could get anymore gay, but then he just had to surprise me…
Trowa: [smacks him]
Wufei: Hey!
Trowa: [raises eyebrow]
Duo: [smiles bashfully] Thanks, man.
Trowa: No problem.
>Heero looked dispassionately at Dr. J passed out on the floor. “Who said I wanted that? He's supposed to obey only me!”
Quatre: Doctor J seems to be spending most of his time in this getting smacked around.
Heero: He would have smacked me back with one of his claws. The man wasn’t a pushover.
>Heero waited for Dr. J to wake up and then immediately asked, “How do you override that command?”
Duo: [Heero] I wanna kill myself, dammit!
Trowa: [Doctor J] No, not before the anal sex.
>“You can't. It takes precedence over all other commands. He would have to break his conditioning completely.”
Duo: … I’m still getting Dune flashbacks.
Trowa: Yeah. Besides, he could break the conditioning and still decide to stay and help Heero.
Duo: So that doesn’t make much sense.
>Figure it out, Yuy. I know you can if you would just think about it and loosen up. Dr. J thinks.
Heero: Apparently not when I’m such an anal-retentive bastard.
Quatre: [frowns in concern]
>“Hn.”
Duo: The Gundam pilots who say “Hn!”
>***
>Two weeks later, when Duo could finally breathe without wincing, Heero went to his room and started a conversation (for once).
Heero: [face palms]
Duo: Try not to let it bother you, pal.
Heero: I’m not, but…
Duo: Yeah. [pats his shoulder]
>“Duo. You will never do that again. You will obey only me, do you understand?”
>“Sorry! No can do, buddy!” Duo chirped. Yes, the God of Death chirps.
Duo: [sings] He rocks in the tree-top all a day long /Hoppin' and a-boppin' and a-singin' the song /All the little birds on J-Bird St. /Love to hear the robin goin' tweet tweet tweet…
Wufei: [rolls his eyes] We don’t need side comments, story.
>Heero growled. “I'm your master. Do what I say!” He's starting to get agitated. Can you tell?
Duo: And then electricity shoots out of his fingertips…
Wufei: [is rubbing his forehead] Don’t address the audience unless your writing in first or third person….
>“I'll do anything you want…except this.” Duo said cautiously, trying not to piss off Heero any worse. “And besides, why would I want to change this? You're my friend - I'm supposed to help you.”
>“…”
>*sigh *
Wufei: [eye twitches]
Duo: Give it up, man. It’s not gonna listen anyway.
Wufei: [sighs heavily]
>“Yes, Heero, I consider you to be my friend. My best friend.
Trowa: [Duo] But more importantly, my fuck buddy.
>You probably just see me as a tool, but I understand. You were trained to be like this. I don't blame you if you don't feel the same way.” Now who's turn was it to be completely dense?
Duo: These so-called fans seem to have a low-estimation of my intelligence…
Trowa: The “braided idiot” comment still bothers you?
Duo: Oh yeah.
>“Duo…you're not just a tool. You are a weapon, a tool to create peace, but…”
Trowa: [Heero] You’re also my fuck buddy.
Duo: [himself] Aww! Let’s make babies!
>Duo looked at the Perfect Soldier with wide eyes. “Buddy…do you have a fever or something? Or am I hearing things?”
Trowa: You’re hearing things.
Duo: [sings] Wait until I get my hands on whoever wrote this script…
Quatre: Si.
>“Baka!” Duo winced at Heero's tone of voice.
Duo: The part of Heero Yuy will now be played by Genjyo Sanzo…
Trowa: [falls over laughing from that mental image]
Duo: [beams]
>“Why do you think I told you to leave when it looked hopeless? I do consider you a…friend. You're my best friend. My only friend.”
Trowa: [Heero] My really, really, really hot only friend.
Duo: [himself] That offer about the babies is still open.
>Duo: *giggle*
>Heero: *glare *
Wufei: [eye twitches compulsively]
Quatre: You should give up.
Trowa: The author obviously did.
>D: *laugh *
>H: *sigh *
>D: *hysterics *
>H: *reluctant chuckle *
Duo: Well, at least you’re not doing that insane laugh thing.
Heero: [defensively] I haven’t done that in a long time…
>“I guess you have emotions after all!”
Duo: Yeah, because he’s not a freaking robot. Though you might be.
Wufei: [sighs, gets up, goes to the wall, and bangs his head against it]
Others: [watch him worriedly]
Zechs: I think he’s cracking…
Heero: [nods]
>H: *death glare *
>D: *sigh *
>“Or I could be wrong.”
>“Baka!”
Wufei: [muffled] Is it over yet?
Zechs: Yes. We can see the end of the text.
Wufei: Finally…
>Outside of the door, unknown to the boys, was Dr. J. Smiling. He has a friend. I'm glad.
Heero: [mildly] I have many friends, actually, but I’m glad too.
Quatre: [smiles warmly] So are we.
>TBC…
Wufei: Duo?
Duo: Yeah?
Wufei: Tonight, we’re watching the goriest horror film that Treize’s collection has.
Duo: [grins] Need to see the blood and violence?
Wufei: [sighs] Yes.
- Satellite -
Later that day, Quatre wandered into the kitchen to make himself more hot chocolate. Duo, Trowa, Zechs, and Wufei were watching a movie in the arcade (which also held a large screen television in one corner of the room), but scary movies weren’t really Quatre’s thing. He would watch them every once in a while, but he felt he had seen enough blood and guts during the war.
He found Heero already there, heating up another cup of water for the chocolate mix. The Japanese boy glanced up as he walked over. “Hey.”
Quatre smiled. “Hey.” Heero hadn’t seemed too enthusiastic about the choice of tonight’s entertainment either. Quatre had seen him playing one of the martial arts games earlier on, but then he had disappeared sometime before the Sandrock pilot had decided to take his leave. “You’re not a big fan of horror movies either?” Quatre asked, curious now.
Heero shrugged. “I don’t watch a lot of television period, but some genres are better than others.” He stirred in the powdered chocolate thoroughly and, to the blond’s surprise, handed the cup to Quatre before preparing to make another for himself.
“Thank you, Heero,” Quatre said, beaming over the rim of his cup. “I’m not crazy about it, but Duo’s really into it.”
“The hot chocolate?”
Quatre giggled. “No, the movie.”
“Drink before it gets cold.”
“Yes.”
The Winner heir sipped the warm liquid, thoughtfully watching Heero. They hadn’t had an opportunity to be alone like this since the time they had spent together after their fight and during their stay in the Sanq Kingdom. Though it hadn’t been very long, Heero had somehow grown to trust him—enough that he would trust Quatre to lead the others in battle while he fought Zechs. Quatre treasured that trust and Heero’s confidence in him.
“Are you rooming with anyone yet?” he asked after a long moment passed.
Heero blinked in surprise. “Oh… I didn’t know we were doing that.” Treize had suggested it earlier but he hadn’t known the others were actually considering it as a viable option. It did make sense, however, to conserve heat.
Quatre nodded. “Yeah. Duo and Trowa are rooming together, and I think Zechs is going to ask either Wufei or you eventually.”
“Duo and Trowa?” Now there was an unusual pair.
“They’ve been bonding lately,” Quatre admitted with a wide, amused smile. “Apparently they had more in common than they previously thought. Duo’s even been helping Trowa with the animals every morning.”
“I see.”
Quatre’s head tilted to the side curiously. “Would you like to room with me? Though you might prefer Zechs…”
Heero snorted in amusement. “He’ll probably bring in the chess board from the library and we’ll never get any sleep…” He did feel some sort of fondness for his long-time rival, but it wasn’t the same thing as he felt for the other Gundam pilots. With everything they had gone through, he just felt closer to them in a way he couldn’t with other people—apart from Relena of course.
“Oh dear.” Quatre hadn’t known the two of them still felt so competitive.
“I’d like to,” Heero answered his question.
Quatre beamed. “Okay then.”
-
“So that’s it?” Duo asked, baffled by Trowa’s confession, as they settled in for the night.
Trowa nodded calmly, wrapped up in his blanket beside the braided boy. “We might have been able to repair things between us after my memories returned—in fact, we did. We’re as close now as we ever were before then… But you have to understand—I’m not the one Quatre’s meant to be with. I couldn’t allow our relationship to grow any stronger knowing that. I couldn’t let us hurt each other when we inevitably figured out the truth, or worse, grew apart.”
Duo shook his head stubbornly. “You sound like you didn’t even try though… You sound so certain.”
“I am. Did you hear what Quatre said during the final battle, after Heero destroyed the last of the debris from Libra?” Duo blinked comically, obviously not remembering what he was referring to. “He called Heero ‘the Heart of Space.’”
Duo’s eyes widened. “Oh yeah… His ‘feeling.’” He didn’t really understand it and Quatre didn’t like talking about it much, because it tended to make people think he was weird.
Trowa nodded, this time eager for Duo to understand. “His empathy which he’s felt all his life. It emanates from within Heero. He’s felt *Heero* all of his life.”
“Doesn’t that bother you?” Duo had to know.
“No,” Trowa answered right away, without inflection. “I care for them both very much. I know when they figure it out, they’ll be very happy.” Quatre had a lot of love to give and Heero needed someone to ground him, to give him focus. He couldn’t think of a better match. Noticing the look of concern on Duo’s face, he smiled. “It really doesn’t bother me, Duo. I’m okay with it.”
“Okay…” The braided boy still looked unsure though.
“I’m just worried that Quatre’s going to let this chance slip by again before figuring out what his feelings for Heero truly are.”
Duo blinked. “How could he *not* know?” Quatre always seemed so in tune with matters of the heart.
“He does, to a certain extent. But there hasn’t been much time for him to give it further examination—right after the battle the Maguanacs rushed him to the hospital for his stab wound. Heero disappeared and Quatre went back to L4 to take over the company from his sisters. Technically they still have control of it until his eighteenth birthday, but Quatre’s been heading many constructive projects the past year.”
Duo nodded, smiling fondly. “Workaholic.”
“Exactly. He’s never given himself time to think about it—it was just *there.* As long as he knew Heero was alive and relatively happy wherever he was, it wouldn’t have mattered. Quatre’s used to putting others before himself, and since he attacked the colonies that time, he’s lost some of his confidence. Heero actually helped him gain some of that back, but the seeds of that doubt are still there.”
“They’re both so self-sacrificing… You’re right, they’re perfect.”
Trowa grinned. “See?”
“Hey. You think we should play matchmaker or something? Lock them in a room together or something?” Duo’s eyebrows wiggled suggestively.
The green eyed boy chuckled. “No. At least, not right now. For the time being, we should give them the chance to figure it out on their own.”
“That’s no fun…”
“Yes it is. We can sit back and enjoy the show.”
“Heero would be mad if we videotaped it, I think,” Duo said cheekily.
Trowa laughed. “That’s not what I meant.”
-
Heero couldn’t sleep. Quatre kept shifting, adjusting his blanket to get it wrapped more tightly around him.
“You okay?” Heero asked, wondering if perhaps sleeping with him was making Quatre uncomfortable. He didn’t feel one way or another about it, himself. They were just being practical.
Quatre gave a heartfelt sigh. “Yes… It’s just my back’s cold,” he admitted sheepishly. No matter how much he pressed the cloth against his back, he still felt a cold draft. He could just sleep on his back, but he had never been comfortable sleeping in that position.
“Turn over.”
“I don’t like sleeping on my back.”
“No, turn over so that you’re facing the wall.”
Quatre did as ordered. “Though now my front’s going to be cold,” he noted wryly just before he felt Heero shift behind him. He gasped lightly when an arm wrapped around his waist to pull him flush against the other boy.
Heero adjusted their blankets until they were wrapped in both. “This okay?”
Quatre was glad for the darkness. It was currently hiding a very strong blush. “Uh, yeah. This is a lot warmer.” He was too startled to pull away.
“Good. Try to sleep.” He wasn’t annoyed with Quatre, just tired.
“I’m sorry for being so troublesome.”
“Don’t be. Now sleep.”
Eventually Quatre relaxed in Heero’s hold, his arm resting over the one on his waist. It surprised him how comfortable he felt like this. Then again, it really shouldn’t have. Heero was his Heart of Space after all. It was only natural that this felt comforting.
Concentrating on Heero’s rhythmic, warm breathing against the back of his neck, he fell into a deep sleep.
TBC.