Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Nightmares flowing into Dreams ❯ Awakening to Heero ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: Yadda yadda, you know the drill.

 

Warning: None really for this chapter. Maybe the beginnings of light shounen-ai.

 

Pairing: 1x2. The rest are a secret for now.

 

Nightmares Flowing into Dreams

Chpt. 4

By Loup

 

 

Light, fluffy, air… It could be felt against Duo's skin. He felt like he had been lying on a cloud. In a half sleep daze, Duo rolled over…and groaned loudly. His body was stiff compared to the gentle ease that caressed his skin. Where was he? Once again he groaned, but this time it was softly and it not a painful noise. It was the moan of a kid who didn't want to get out of bed knowing they had school that day. Even without the knowledge of where he was, he had no want to get up. He'd rather drift between the dream world and the real world. Sadly, such a thing was soon to end. Awareness was permeating Duo. Whether he liked it or not, he was now awake, and even though he was stiff, he was well rested.

 

One eye opened to the world. Just one, and this one snapped shut once it realized the room was filled with blinding mid-day sun. Who had opened the curtains?! Giving himself a minute to recover, the braided boy tried again. This time with more success. The same eye opened, but slower than last. The seemingly white light did not hurt so much as before. Since one purple-like orb had come to term with daylight, the other decided to follow its brother. The next eye slid into view just as slowly as its twin, and now things could be seem clearly. A deep inhale of breath was taken. Vanilla, cinnamon, and the deep, earthy smell of the forest brushed against him lovingly. Hmm, how odd for Duo not to be panicking yet… The teen glanced left and right only to have his vision stopped short by what could be called piles of pillows and blankets. All white, all clean, all crisp. An unsteady arm raised itself from the white pile. It waved in front of Duo's face as if it weren't even attached or even controlled by his body. It fell away a moment later, and eye lids slid shut.

 

The wind brought the soft tunes of chimes. It was a metallic clang that soothed Duo. It was calming him, and driving him back towards sleep…But the squeak of hinges brought him back to present times. Beyond all his fluff he could not see very well. He did, however, see the top of a heavy, wooden door moving forward as if being pushed. Hence the squeak of hinges. Heavy foot steps could be heard moving towards his bed, and dip in the mattress told him someone or something was actually moving too close for comfort.

 

Now panic began to rise in him. What if something terrible had happened after he passed out? If so, why was he being treated so nicely though? He had a comfortable bed, bandaged wounds, and much needed rest. So perhaps it's not so bad…? Even when an unknown thing was coming towards you. He tried to sit up, and came to a block.

 

“You mustn't. You're still healing,” murmured a voice. A voice that was deep and growling. At this, a hand had shot out and pinned Duo back down to the pillow's softness. Before the injured boy could even retort, a face came along with the hand. A boy barely older than him came into view. Barely older than him, but so unlike him.

 

This teen had shaggy and obviously unruly, chocolate hair. It fell into his eyes, which Duo noticed were a deep blue. Penetrating and menacing. The boy's face was set in a grim and slightly annoyed frown, but even with the tightly clenched lips a flash of white told tale of a fang… or two. That wasn't the weird thing; two equally chocolate pointed ears stuck from the depths of his mane. The fur on them appeared velvet soft, but Duo had the feeling they were actually coarse and tough. His new captor almost looked like a wolf. What was going on?

 

“Who are you?” Duo's voice echoed in the air room; the panic raised it to a girlish squeak.

 

The frowning teen sniffed at the air a few times in the silence. Wind chimes continue their tune in the distance. The tasting of the air did not last long, and once he was done, the wolf-like boy darkened. The hand that had remained on the braided boy's chest saddened pushed down harder. In turn, Duo only began to squirm and gasp in fear and lack of breath. His host lightened up just a bit on his hold. A small whimper escaped Duo's lips.

 

“You're scared. Why does it matter who I am? It doesn't, once you're healed it will all be over,” stated the grim boy on a monotonous voice.

 

“I would feel better if I knew who kidnapped me!” Cheeks were beginning to flame, and Duo sighed with exasperation.

 

“I could have just left you to those overbearing wolves. I don't know why I didn't…Humans are nothing but trouble,” growled the wolf boy as his nose wrinkled in distaste.

 

“Then why did you save me if you distrust humans? Huh? What are you? Some freak, gothic, cosplayer who believes he's not human?” Duo was angry now, and had started sitting up and fighting the hand holding him in place. “You know what, forgot this shit! I'm leaving!”

 

With a rough push he removed the hand from his chest, and it gave way with surprising ease. A hiss filled the air, and Duo felt his many wounds become agitated. His eagerness to flee and growing anger brushed over this fact though. His legs flew carelessly over the side of the bed. Wolf boy didn't stop him. Instead, at some moment, he went back to standing and now stood away from the practically ragging Duo.

 

“You're creepy, sick, and unnatural! I don't know what you're up to, but back off, dude. I'm out of here!” Duo's feet had been planted on the cool wooden ground, and as he stood, he swayed drunkenly. For a nanosecond he wondered how long he had been out. That was over as quickly as it had come, and Duo proceeded with dramatics. This, however, did not escape Heero's attention. He knew exactly what the other teen wanted. Besides his name, that is.

 

“Two days.” He said this was remarkable calm and impassiveness.

 

“What?” Duo had paused in all his erratic movements, and now clutched the bed post for support. He definitely wasn't healed yet.

 

“You've been here two days…and I'm Heero,” he finally admitted. His gaze traveled to the post his new charge was so desperately clutching.

 

For the first time Duo got a good look at his captor. He was tall, lean, and toned. Black spandex pants covered his muscled legs and shapely bottom. Heero also sported a thick, brown tail, which swayed ever so slightly. Moving up, Duo saw Heero was wearing a moss green tank top. It was loose, and contrasted with the tight pants. Duo also took note of Heero's well defined abs and arm muscles. Eyes scanned over the triangular ears for what could be counted as the hundredth time. Last were the feet, which were bare and held something akin to claws on each toe. Duo's breath hitched as the situation finally hit him. Amethyst orbs not shot back up to rest within the powerful blue gaze that hadn't faltered since the beginning of all this.

 

“What the hell are you?” He asked breathlessly.

 

“It's complicated; you wouldn't understand,” ground out an annoyed Heero. Humans asked too many questions.

 

“Try me,” retorted Duo who still was in awe, but pressured with aggravation. This guy was too full of himself.

 

“Maybe another time, human.”

 

Offence was taken, and it was then the awkward feeling in the air died…hard.

 

“Whatever, next time is not coming!” Shouted an angered Duo. With that he ran towards the door, jerked it wide enough to let him through and took off down the hall. And Heero, well, Heero simply let him. Let's see how long an injured teen cane make it before wearing themselves out.

 

An animalistic growl filled the now empty room, save Heero. Naturally it came from him. So idiotic! Why did he save this braided fool again? ….. Oh that's right, to break the curse that threatens to consume him.

 

“Watch him!” Heero roamed to the empty room. Then without a second glance he stormed out of the room, and down the opposite hall Duo had taken. Purposely avoiding the fool.

 

The command rang through the corridors of the large mansion, and the halls seemed to sigh tiredly. None the less a dark form materialized from the shadows and set off after the injured guest…

 

 

((Wow! Been a while since I've updated, but I've finally found a route to take with the story. I admit I was lost for a while as to where this story is going. Reviews are welcome and wanted!))

 

Next chapter: Who is this Heero, and what does he want with our Duo? Who follow Duo, and where did Heero go?