Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Hidden Reality ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

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Duo woke to the sounds of the day getting started inside the cave. Or, what he knew as the day down here. He wasn't really too sure if it was day or night anymore, he just new the date by keeping track on the stone just underneath where he slept. His watch had died a few days back at eleven forty five in the morning. Darn those cheap batteries. Wufei had been seen once or twice by Duo, but only at short intervals and usually from a distance. Heero seemed to became more tame and less likely to go wandering with him as well, Duo couldn't help but notice. Then, again, he might be pregnant which would explain his rather lazy nature as of late as well. Quatre and Trowa were back into their disguises as well, but only after Duo had begged Heero to let them stay. He really didn't want to be the only human in this compound. Plus, he might need the advice the two might have for him later on. Duo got up to go to the nusery to visit the children that Heero had given birth to a few weeks prior. They'd grown somewhat and were busily crawling all over the place. He picked up the one he'd been given, of which he'd promptly given the name Solo to, since Heero had allowed him to do so. Solo squirmed slightly in his arms, obviously full of energy no matter how small he still was. He was the first born, yet the runt of the litter. Duo stroked his wing gently humming as he thought over what to do.
"Heero? We need to talk." Duo replied.

"About what, Duo?" Heero asked, looking up from where he laid currently.

"The whole savoir thing." Duo replied.

"What about it?" Heero asked.

"What specifically does it say about me being the savoir?" Duo asked.

"Well, other than you'll show up here and have the ability to switch peoples perseptions of us or us of them.... That whichever side has you wins the war." Heero stated.

Just as they were about to go on with their talk, the enemy struck.
"Sir! The mobil suit failed, it was torn apart!" Came one of the soldiers, Mitch, running down the hall.

"What? Impossible! Any survivors?" Milliardo asked.

"Yes, they spared the pilot of the MS, we found him in a meadow two hundred miles away from where we found the mobil suit sir, but it's no where near the caverns of the demons." He replied.

"That's it, gather our strongest men, we'll end this one way or another, we're going into battle." Milliardo replied.

"How long do you plan on spending preparing?" Treize asked.

"About three months." Milliardo stated. "This battle will be the end of the war."

"How do you know?" Treize asked.

"I can feel it in the air. The battle will be the last, and many will suffer, but the winners will be decided."