Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Number 12 ❯ Intrusion ( Chapter 1 )

Warning: Oh so very yaoi. If you don't like yaoi, then go back! Before it's too late! Hurry, run my friend! Oh noooooo!…otherwise, this fic contains 1x2, Ocx2, 3x4, Ocx4, 5 pining for 2, and 5+Sally. There is to be a large helping of Duo torture, followed by a light serving of Quatre torture. Also, this is my very first fanfic. Flames shall be used to roast marshmallows and hot dogs. My friends and I will gather around it at night and sing camp songs and tell each other scary stories and the like.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of the pretty Gundam boys. If I did, I'd handcuff them all together, pump them full of aphrodisiacs, and throw them, naked, in a room… So restrain yourselves from suing please. Mainly because I have no money. I do own a sock though. And Satan reincarnated in the form of a cat. You can have the cat, but the sock is mine!

Author's note: I've had this fic in my head for months now. And llamas were poking me in the eyes going: 'write it damn you! Wriiite iiiit!' I tried, but could not resist the mighty powah of the llamas. I'sa gonna dedicate this to my Nikki-Chan and Holly. Both of whom were very supportive of me. And now I shall take this time to shamelessly advertise. Do you like yaoi? Of course you do, or you would have hit the 'back' button long ago. What many rabid yaoi fans don't realize is that there are delicious shows of yaoi-ness and arguably the best one ever created was Gravitation. If you have the ability to, and haven't already done so, download the Gravitation series. It is so wonderfully good, and beautiful, and funny, and makes you go "awww"…Do it! Do it I say!

Another note: Questions? Comments? Venomous snickers? My AIM is EosDaPimptress, and my address is Cody_Chaqspa@yahoo.com. Please feel free to review. Should I finish this fanfic? Should I lower my head in shame and burn it? Should I be made ruler of all creation? These things I must know! So review!……Please?

Intrusion

Heero had been gone for three days. Three days, and scheduled for three more. And Duo was not known for his patience. Rolling over on the couch, Duo grabbed at the remote on the floor, flipped the TV on, stared blankly at the screen…Then turned it back off, tossing the clicker grumpily over his shoulder. The resounding crash caused him to wince, but it wasn't enough to drag him away from his sulking position on the couch.

Their last mission had involved cameras, a corrupt senator, and a French maid outfit, so Duo had turned down this mission to nurse an injured pride. Though- and here Duo's lips threatened to twitch up into a smile-the sex afterwards had almost made up for his humiliation. Almost. Duo snorted and sat up to glare at the room. It seemed that recently, any mission that involved a woman would see him in drag. Why? He didn't know- Quatre would certainly make a better woman than he ever would. Besides that, the Preventers had plenty of able-bodied young ladies. Duo didn't know why he kept agreeing to do it either. Well, actually, he did. He did it for the mind blowing sex with Heero once the missions were over. Heero's attempt to make it up to him, apparently.

Duo shifted uncomfortably on the couch. He had been lying there, doing nothing in particular, for just over an hour. Sitting up, he lowered his gaze bleakly at the glass coffee table, staring at the piled magazines, newspapers, and unopened mail. In a sudden fit of frustration, he drew his hand back and swiped it across the table, violet eyes glinting in satisfaction as he watched the papers flutter to the floor like so many wounded birds. Then, grumbling bitterly, he sank back into the cushions once more.

"God I'm horny. I want Heero so bad. Or at least a good porn. It's not fair… Wait-what the hell?" Resting gently among a small pile of debris lay a small book. Duo read more than most would guess, but he didn't recognize this book. Well, really he did, it was a classic, but it wasn't his. Heero's perhaps? Scooping the little book up, he set it on his lap and read the title aloud, a tiny smile playing upon his lips, "War of the Worlds…How ironic, Heero." The young man lifted the book, leafing idly through the pages before shrugging, "Oh why not?" Leaning back, he flipped the book open to the first page.

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Some hours had passed, and it was nearing the evening. Duo was vaguely aware of hunger, but reluctant to rise and put the book down. He had just gotten to the part where the Thunder Child began it's attack on the Martians. At the same time, he'd eaten nothing that day but a light breakfast, and had had little sleep last night- he was beginning to sorely miss Heero's warm presence beside him on their bed. So, really, rationally, he should have grabbed something to eat, and made his way to bed. And yet…just a few more pages, he bargained with himself, I'll just finish this chapter…

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The room had filled with blood and that had made Duo a little nervous, because Heero was going to blame it on him, but really, Heero couldn't because he was too busy repairing the heat ray on the space ship. Sister Helen made him sit on a throne of corpses so she could braid his hair.

"Don't make us worry like that. Father was worried about you even to the end." She whispered gently in his ear as she faded into nothingness.

Rising from the cold, hard throne, Duo made his way onto the streets to find Solo. He couldn't find his childhood friend and protector anywhere, and though he called Solo couldn't tell him where he was because the Martians had given him bacteria and he was dying. Duo wanted to say goodbye, but Solo was gone now too.

Afraid, Duo ran back to the safehouse, Wufei had to tell him something important. Trowa was dancing with Quatre on the lake, so Duo had to skirt around them and go upstairs. Looking up, he could see Wufei fighting with Treize. He wondered briefly if he should say anything, because Wufei had said it was really important. He never got the chance though, because cold hands were grabbing at him, pulling him into the dark. Duo was screaming and no one noticed. Tears streaming down his face, Duo screamed again, but he couldn't hear his voice over the bullets that rained from the sky. It drummed on the windows with a maddening clatter…

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Duo sort of drifted into awareness, pulling himself lazily from his dream and into the waking world. He didn't remember falling asleep exactly. Shaking off the chill that came with the fragmented memory of his dream, he sat up slowly and raised his eyes to the wall clock before realizing it was too dark to read it. Rain was pattering loudly on the windows and that was the only sound he could hear, that and the occasional roll of thunder. The power must have gone out because the room was pitch black and he remembered he had left the lamp on. And he was still hungry. Sliding off the couch, Duo made his way carefully across the room to the kitchen, cursing violently every time he collided with various miscellaneous objects in the darkened apartment.

The young man groped blindly across the counter, smirking quietly to himself as his searching fingers came to rest upon the upper drawer on his right. Hooking his fingertips underneath it , he slid the drawer out and thrust one hand inside…

"Christ." Duo muttered darkly to himself, "I can infiltrate a military base within five minutes but I can't find a stupid flashlight? This is really pathetic."

And now it didn't matter. His eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness. He didn't need it anymore.

"Tch, wasted effort." The boy sighed, shutting the drawer with more force than was probably necessary.

Then he froze. Something, he had heard something underneath the abrupt slam of wood against wood. In the bedroom. Head jerking sharply to face the plain white door to his left, he pulled his lithe body up and over the counter as quietly as he could and slunk over to the closet in the back of the living room. He opened the door with an aching slowness, wary of creaking hinges. Duo stood on tiptoes, stretching to reach the top shelf, smiling as his fingers closed around cool metal. He didn't bother to shut the door, he didn't want to alert his prey.

No one breaks into my apartment.

Shinigami grinned wickedly to himself as he cocked the hand gun. Someone was in the bedroom.