Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Number 12 ❯ Capture ( Chapter 2 )

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. There is some violence in this chapter...so...yeah. 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 still do not own Gundam Wing. I still own my Death Kitty and my socky, but no Gundam Wing boys. But someday.. *shakes fist*

Author's note: Sorry it took so long. There were so many distractions. Holly came over to visit for like, a week and a half, job hunting, I started college, the new season of X-Men Evolution started...mmm, Kurty goodness...at one point I thought about dropping the fic. But in the end, I didn't. Well, here's the second chapter. I didn't like how I ended it..I probably could have structured it better. Meh. This chapter is dedicated to Megs- who doesn't even like GW but read this anyway, Lissa, Heather, and Jamie- who all provided me with delicious roleplay, and Nikki-chan- just cause. Now I shall advertise some more! Yay! There's a really nice roleplaying game out there called Furcadia. If you don't mind roleplaying as a furry it's really a lot of fun. It's all free and stuff. Also, you can roleplay all the sticky sticky hot hot you like! Yaaay! *flails like a Jim Henson muppet*

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?

Chapter 2

Capture

Heero was cold, wet and tired. Dismounting from his motorcycle, he proceeded out from the covered drive and followed the curve around to the door of his building. He offered a silent nod in greeting to the security guard, who had huddled as far as was possible under the sloped awning, away frrom the violent storm. The security guard returned the nod as he had long since given up attempting any form of conversation with the boy, and reached for the door release.

The ex-pilot of the Gundam, Wing all but trudged across the lobby, dripping water across the expensive red carpet, and probably tracking in more than a little mud. Judging by the overly bright emergency lights, Heero supposed that the power had gone out. Not surprising, considering the weather that had been going on ever since his return from the mission. He frowned at his reflection in the elevator door as it slid shut. Dark brown eyebrows knit into a tight 'v' of frustration as he pressed the circular button for his floor.

The mission had been a disaster. If it even counted as a mission anymore. It started five days ago. He and Duo had received orders by Ms. Noin to check up on an anonymous tip they'd received. A small, backwater colony had begun reconstructing mobile dolls, their newly elected leader, a woman by the name of Takatori Riyu, apperently planned to launch several terroristic attacks upon several other, smaller colonies. Duo had turned down the orders, conveniently demanding his reserved vacation days. Noin had concented because no one wanted to get in an argument with Duo. Not only because he always had to have the last word, no. But because Duo was a firm believer in vengeance.

So Heero had gone alone. It was supposed to be a routine mission, but someone had tipped Takatori off on his arrival. He'd narrowly missed capture. And then, on top of it all, there were no dolls, and Takatori had been informed that he was the terrorist. It had been a set-up, obviously. But for what? Heero shook his head. It had been on his mind ever since he'd left the place. He ran over, once again, everything he knew about the colony. It had a reputation to be infested with crime rings and illegal organizations. He and Duo had had a mission there once before. And Wufei had made several trips there himself. Otherwise, Heero had nothing to go on.

The sudden sharp chime of the elevator interrupted further thoughts on the subject, however, and as Heero treaded down the dim hallway, his thoughts steered toward that of his fellow pilot, and lover. He smirked silently to himself as he came to a stop in front of the apartment door, imagining the look on Duo's face when he discovered he had come home two days earlier than expected. Digging around in his pocket, his fingers closed around the key to his apartment. He slid it into the lock and twisted it, only to find that the door had already been unlocked. Soft lips pressed together in a tight line. Duo wouldn't have left the door like that. Was something wrong?

Heero's hand slid cautiously down to the holster hidden beneath his shirt, the other slipping the key back into the pocket of spandex shorts. Duo wouldn't leave the door unlocked. Something was wrong. Suddenly Heero didn't want to open the door. It was foolish...he was afraid of what he might find on the other side. The youth caught his lower lip in his teeth, worrying at it for a moment before placing his free hand on the doorknob. Taking a deep, steady breath, Heero threw the door open, simultaniously whipping his pistol from its holster. Then suddenly everything went white...

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Last night...

There was someone in the bedroom of Duo Maxwell's apartment. Someone had made a big mistake. Shinigami crept silently across the living room, sock-feet moving with an almost unnatural grace, stepping over the miscelanious objects that Duo had only so recently been falling over. Stopping only to activate the silencer at the bottom of the handle- it would be rude to wake his neighbors over something so trivial- the God of Death thrust the bedroom door back, stepped forward and jerked his gun up to chest height. What he saw made Shinigami fade back and left only a bewildered Duo, staring...at nothing. No one was there. Duo sighed and lowered his weapon, chuckling nervously. Shit, but he was getting way too high strung. Or, perhaps he was just looking forward to a little action. Probably the latter, he was forced to admit to himself. It had been far, far too long since he'd been in a good fight.

Every mission he and Heero had been on in the past two months had ended in a peaceful manner. Even then, since he and Heero had gotten together- some nine months ago, the asian boy had made quite sure that his braided lover went on no mission alone, guarding Duo's back far more carefully than his own. If Heero had thought that Duo hadn't noticed this, then he was sadly mistaken. Though it was touching, in its own wierd, slightly disturbing way, it was frustrating. He wasn't a baby, dammit!

With one last scan around the room, and a disappointed sigh, the American decided to return to the kitchen. Maybe he would make himself a sandwich. He hadn't even turned around before he was forced to freeze, the cold, unyielding metal of a gun barrel pressed uncomfortably against the nape of his neck. K'so! How the hell did that happen!? I didn't even hear it! I was careless... Stupid sandwich! The boy reprimanded himself mentally, even as he slowly raised his hands above his head, allowing whoever it was behind him to relieve him of his own weapon. It would do no good to fight back- his braid could not protect him from a bullet. Sighing, again with disappointment-he just couldn't believe he'd been stupid enough to let someone sneak up on him like this- and maybe a little bit in defeat, Duo spoke, "Who-"

"Shut up." The voice was harsh and grinding. 'Male, probably mid to late thirties,' he thought, almost mechanically. He briefly toyed with the idea of being complacent and perhaps whoever the guy was would grab the wallet on the dresser, perhaps the television, and leave. But then, Duo had always had a problem with authority, and he didn't see why he should start cooperating with the enemy now when he hadn't in the war.

Ducking down suddenly, Duo swung a leg out, kicking the man's feet out from under him. He went down hard, and for a while the ex-Deathscythe pilot and the intruder wrestled on the floor, fighting for posession of the firearm. Click. The boy rolled his eyes in exasperation as another gun barrel was thrust against the back of his neck. Ah, so there was his little thief from the bedroom. 'I wonder where the bastard was hiding...' Duo grumbled mentally, sitting up upon his heels and raising his hands once more. He didn't look scared so much as annoyed, "Fine, all right already. You win. The wallet's on the dresser, I think there's a-Ow!" Duo yelped sharply, as he was hauled into a standing position by his hair. The man- was it a man? Duo wasn't sure- from behind had a good grip on him, he'd wrapped his hand about Duo's hair until he could feel the guy's knuckles brushing against his scalp. It was a little bit painful, even holding still.

The other man had picked himself up, and only now did Duo finally have a chance to get a good look at him. The guy wasn't wearing a mask as the braided boy assumed he would, thus giving Duo a clear look at the intruder's face. He looked younger than he'd guessed by the man's voice, possibly still in his twenties, even. Though the room was fairly dark, Duo could make out light grey eyes, a sharp nose, and a wide, serious mouth. He was kind of handsome. The man spent a moment fixing his suit, then reared back and backhanded the younger boy. Duo hissed, licking blood from the corner of his lip, 'I take it back. He's an ugly son of a bitch, and I hope he swallows his tongue.'

Ignoring the good advice of common sense, Duo jerked his head up to meet the older man's stormy gaze and spoke, "Who the fuck are you guys and what in hell do you want?"

For a moment, it seemed that the man would strike him again, and the boy braced himself. But the blow didn't come, instead the other smiled, something oddly horrible which unnerved Duo so that he was forced to tear his gaze away.

"You'll find out. Christ, I'm glad I'm not you," He chuckled, effectively dissolving any actual sympathy from his words. The smile faded a little, and he looked over Duo's head, "Anderson, you gonna cuff him or not?"

Anderson, the man behind Duo shuffled a moment, at one point accidently jerking the hand wrapped around his braid. Duo winced but said nothing. The man released him from his hold, "Jean's got 'em. I'll go get them...try not to let the kid kick your ass again while I'm gone, Tetsuri?" He slipped past thetwo of them with what seemed to be an echo of Tetsuri's laugh, even as the other man growled an angry, "fuck your mother, Anderson."

This earned another soft chuckle from the retreating figure of Anderson as he disappeared into the living room.

The door, Duo suddenly realized. Tetsuri came in from the front door while he had been distracted by Anderson in the bedroom. Jean must be gaurding that door right now. Cuffs. He couldn't let himself be handcuffed. He didn't have a lockpick on him, 'and why should I? I'm in my own home..' Just went to show how very little was safe anymore. But Duo could not allow himself to be cuffed. If he was, then it was all over and he would have to submit to these three's demands, whatever they were. Thus, if he were going to make a move, he'd need to do it now, while he'd only have to deal with the one. The window should be open, unlocked, or broken. That's the only way Anderson could have had access to the bedroom. Violet eyes flitted momentarily to the opposite wall, centering on the window. It was closed, but it would be unlocked.

Tetsuri's eyes followed Duo's gaze, and he scowled, "Don't you get any ideas, boy. I won't hesitate to shoot you."

Shinigami lifted his eyes back up to meet the older man's grey ones. Tetsuri wet his lips, shifting his weight a little. He laughed a bit, almost nervously, "You don't have a chance in hell. Even if you did get out of here, there are still- Mnngh!"

Duo's fist had caught Tetsuri hard under the chin, snapping his head back. He actually heard the man's teeth slicing into his tongue. It sounded sort of like taking a bite out of an apple. The gun went flying and Duo dove for it before Tetsuri had a chance to recover.

Duo shot both hands forward as he landed on the blue shag carpet, grabbing the butt of Tetsuri's hand gun even as the air left his body in a whoosh. He didn't have to look to know Tetsuri was coming at him. He rolled over so that he was on his back, gasping a little, and thrust the gun out, still held in both hands. There was no time to aim so he wrapped his finger about the trigger and squeezed.

The left side of Tetsuri's face suddenly disappeared in a spray of blood, tissue, and teeth. This did not kill Tetsuri. The man reeled backwards, and then collapsed, shrieking, "He shot me! Shot me, God!"

Duo could hear Anderson cursing violently as he raced back to the bedroom, gun drawn. The boy had made it to the window, fingers hooking under the frame and pulling, forcing it open. Anderson had come into the bedroom but tripped over Tetsuri's twitching body.

Duo had the window open, but stopped before he had gotten all the way out. Something just occured to him, Tetsuri's voice echoing in his head, 'Even if you did get out of here, there are still-" Still what? He hauled himself back into the room, Anderson's horrified shock over his partner's state of being buying him much needed time.

"Oh my God..Oh God...T-Tetsuri, you're gonna be fine. You'll be fine, I swear. Don't scream. You have to be quiet, remember?" Anderson had raised the other man's head into his lap. There was an eye missing, and the other was hanging out of it's socket like a pair of gag glasses. Tears splattered on the floor, mixing in the spreading pool of blood. Tetsuri tried to say something, but it came out only as a sickening gurgle as he began to choke on the blood filling the ruin of his mouth.

Duo grabbed up his Portable from the dresser and had very nearly made it back to the window before Anderson noticed him, "You little fuck...You little fuck! I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you!"

Several shots fired off, and these made no noise. Duo assumed that Anderson's gun was also equipped with a silencer. Two bullets lodged themselves in the wall, a good two feet away from where Duo was actually standing. A third struck the soft green pillow laying against the headboard of the bed, which seemed to explode, showering the room with feathers. A forth shot went through the picture frame hanging on the wall not even an inch from Duo's head. That one was a little too close for comfort.

Stuffing the Portable in his pants pocket, he sprinted the rest of the way across the room and slipped out the window.

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Present...

"Trowa! Put the flashlight down! It's Heero!"

Heero recognized the voice, lowering his weapon even as Trowa turned the flashlight beam away from his face. He spent a moment blinking away the colored spots flashing before his eyes before speaking, "Quatre? Duo-"

"Duo's gone, Heero." Trowa cut in, green eyes solemn.

Duo's gone. Heero's mind didn't seem to want to comprehend those two simple words. 'Duo's gone.' Trowa's voice repeated helpfully in his head. An icy hand wrapped cold fingers around Heero's heart, and it took him a moment to find his voice. When he did speak, it was with the voice of the Perfect Soldier- flat and emotionless, "When?"

Quatre blinked back tears, unable to answer. Trowa did for him, sliding his hand into the blond's and giving it a quick squeeze, "We got a message from him at 2:33 this morning. We didn't receive it until 9:05. There was no trace of him when we arrived..Quatre and I have been sifting through things for potential leads..."

Heero said nothing so Trowa continued, "The door was unlocked when we got here. When we consulted with manager, he found his spare key to your apartment missing. We found blood, but it was not that of Duo Maxwell. The window was open, his hand prints are all over it. There are signs of gunfire in the bedroom. Your room was fairly well demolished."

Heero nodded for lack of a better response, struggling to digest the information over the frantic din in his mind. 'Duo's gone. The door was unlocked. Duo's gone. Blood. Not his. Duo's gone. The window. Gunfire. Duo's gone. He's gone. Is he hurt? Duo isn't here. Where is he? Duo...'

Heero Yuy's hands clenched tightly at his sides, the only outward sign that Trowa's words had even registered. Short fingernails bit into his palms, carving half moons into calloused flesh, but Heero either didn't notice or didn't care. Finally, the young Japanese man swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry, "You said you received a message from him."

Quatre broke then, sobbing outright, "I'm so sorry, Heero. I'm so sorry! I should have picked up, I should have known it was-"

"What did he say?" Heero interrupted. Apologies were not going to find Duo. He had no time for apologies.

Quatre had buried his face into Trowa's button shirt, beyond any consolation his stoic lover could offer.

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Last night...

Cold. It was cold and wet outside. Still raining heavily. And it was so dark. It seemed that most of the city was experiencing the power shortage. Nervertheless, the American ran, down the slippery metal steps. He was completely soaked through and through within seconds.

Duo had made it about halfway down the fire escape before he spotted them. Four men in the same dark suits as the intruders back in his apartment stood outside a black limo parked on the opposite side of the street as the apartment complex. Luck was on his side for now because it seemed that they hadn't yet detected his presense.What was going on though!? What did these people want from him? He wish he knew but he didn't have time for questions. It was only a matter of time before his new friends in the apartment made some sort of contact with these ones by the street. 'Now, the question is- do I run and risk attracting their attention, or do I go for stealth and risk...attracting their attention anyways...'

So Duo ran. The clatter of his feet upon the steps sounded unnaturaly loud to him. But he actually made it down to the second story stairway before they noticed him. It was about that time that Duo noticed that the ladder that led from the second story to the street had not been lowered, "Fuck! Why!?" The ex-pilot of Deathscythe whined as he slid under the metal banister, and lept to the ground. The impact left an uncomfortable pins and needles feeling in his legs which stayed with him for a good while as he darted down the dank alleyway. It was difficult to see, the power surge had left most of the buildings dark and only every other streetlight were in working order. And there was almost no light to be had in the alley. However, beggars can't be choosers and he certainly wasn't ready to face four armed men- Duo knew they were armed. He just knew. Had he the element of surprise, he might have risked it- and probably would have succeded in taking them down, but he had no hope of such now.

Duo shoved his hand deep into his pocket, fishing out the Portable as he ran. Flipping it open, he speed-dialed the number for Quatre's estate and prayed by some miracle of chance that either he or Trowa would be awake. One ring...two...three....fou- 'Hello, you've reached the residence of Quatre Winner. I am not available right now, but if you will leave you're name, number, and a message, I will get back to you as soon as I can.' Quatre's voice chirped on the answering machine.

"Shit." Duo spat at the sound of the beep. Then he gave an undignified squeak as a hand closed on the tip of his braid, jerking his head back before his own momentum pulled him free, a few hairs poorer from it.

"Quatre, Trowa, for Christ's sake, one of you pick up!" The boy growled through clenched teeth. His scalp stung, and he was quickly becoming aggrivated with these people's methods of apprehending. He'd reached the crumbling brick wall at the end of the alley and hauled himself over it with perhaps a little less ease than he would had he both hands free. The American hit the ground running and jerked the Portable back up to his face, "You guys, I need some help here. There are-"

"Low battery." The cheerful mechanized voice sang from his Portable and cut the connection just before the screen went blank.

"NO!" He shouted, stopping momentarily so that he could throw the thing rather violently against the side of the office building located behind Duo's apartment building. The one time he needed it and he forgot to charge it...not that he ever charged it...He could their hear voices now, too close for his liking, so he turned. Three of the four men had made it over the wall. One of them seemed to be talking to his wrist, and Duo suspected he was using a Com. The other two ran straight at him. With an exasperated sigh, Duo turned tail and fled. If he could make it to the streets, if he could duck inside a building...but it was so late, none of the stores or restaurants around him were open at this hour.

The sharp, piercing sound of squealing tires on cement jarred him to a halt. A large white van with tinted windows swerved on the slick road before coming to a stop at the other end of the alley.

"Oh, don't tell me..." Duo muttered in disbelief, then shot forward, finally reaching the mouth of the alley and taking to the empty sidewalks. He could hear the van starting, the angry growl of the engine. Chancing a glance over his shoulder, he saw the vehicle tearing after him, going at a ridiculous speed considering the weather. They'd be on him in no time at this rate. Unless they crashed. Duo hoped they'd crash. There was nothing for it, Duo made a sharp turn into the narrow street between two more buildings.

Being raised on the street, Duo Maxwell had become very good at finding the hidden pockets in the city. Most cities were layed out the same way, and thus, it was almost child's play to lose the van, and eventually the trailing men in their starch suits in the dark streets that none but the decrepit and the shady people go. He very rarely got lost. But he was now, he'd never been out about the streets in this oppresive blackness before. Everything looked a little different this way. At least there would be no more running. Duo was fast, unnaturaly fast when it came to short distances, but all the running he'd had to do for such a length of time had not been easy on him. Panting, he collapsed to his knees, leaning against a trash bin for support. He was shivering uncontrolably- the rain definitely hadn't helped. But at least it was over. Maybe in a few minutes he could go find a pay phone and try calling Quatre again. Or maybe Wufei, but last he'd heard, he was on a clean up mission on a colony- Duo couldn't remember which one, escorting Relena. The American didn't envy his Chinese friend. Relena still had a disturbingly strong attachment to Heero, and had been livid when Wufei had been assigned to her protection instead.

Tired senses did not become aware of the motion behind him until it was very nearly too late. Turning, Duo looked up to find yet another suited man moving swiftly forward, towards the kneeling boy. The American rose to his feet, muscles protesting even this feeble motion. The man raised a flashlight, temporarily blinding him as he spoke into his wrist. Stupid Coms...Quickly becoming desperate, Duo darted into the next alley. He could never have prepared himself for what waited for him there.

"Holy fuck…" Duo muttered, staring at the towering monstrosity before him. He'd never seen anything like it. Never seen...anything so horrible. It's eyes... Duo wanted so badly to look away. He couldn't bear witnessing this terrible perversion of a man, yet he was unable to tear his gaze away from the creature.

It's skin was an ashen grey and had a wrinkled, leathery appearance to it. The lower half of it's face extended, muzzle-like, outward about an inch or two. Two vertical slits served for a nose. Shocks of thick, wiry hair, dark as night, lay nestled between sharply pointed ears and extended to portions of it's naked back. But it's eyes were the worst. Because it's eyes were undoubtedly human…

Duo wasn't aware of the suited men moving in to surround him at first as his eyes remained pinned to the monster before him- frightened disbelief glinting in the violet depths. This thing had been waiting for him. There could be no other explanation. How did they know? Then realization dawned on Duo bringing with it a horrible chill. The bastards had been herding him.

"K'so!"

Finally forcing himself to look away, his eyes flitted about the men forming the semi-circle about him. There were seven. He stood motionless, his body tense, torn between fight or flight. Duo didn't get a chance to decide. The metallic click to his left caused him to turn his head around, thus the bullet didn't take him completely by surprise. It hurt. It hurt so badly. Stumbling back a little, Duo slid down against the cold wall behind him.

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Present...

It was getting late in morning. After having spent a good four and a half ours sifting through the apartment, searching for anything that could tell them where Duo may have been taken- because he was alive, Heero would not allow his American lover to be dead- or who his captors may have been, proved fruitless, the three had gone up to Quatre's mansion so that Heero could see the message for himself.

Heero had watched the message left on Quatre's answering machine perhaps a dozen times. Trowa had long since ushered Quatre to bed, where he lay sleeping fitfully. The stoic boy had gone to get them some coffee from the kitchen.

The memory of Duo's frightened face as he begged for someone to answer his plea for help had etched itself permanently upon Heero's soul. But he watched it anyway. Again and again. There had to be something...some sort of clue. He rewound the tape and watched it again.

"Quatre, Trowa, for Christ's sake, one of you pick-" Heero paused it, his eyes flicking about the screen. He knew where that street was. That was the alley behind their apartment building.

Heero jerked around sharply as the door to the living room gently swung open. Trowa walked in silently, two steaming mugs in his grasp. "Any luck so far?" the stoic boy asked.

Heero nodded slowly, "yes."