Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Pieces of a Puzzle ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Author's Notes:  I was wondering how I should update this story. I can update every Sunday, which would mean probably more than one chapter per update thus giving everyone more to read. Or I can do it hapazardly (i.e. whenever I get more than one typed page written), this would mean I would update anywhere from every night (or every other night) to every 3 to four days. I'd love some feedback about this. Until I hear anything, I'm going to do the hapazard method. So if I don't update one night, that just means that real life got in the way and I couldn't write, but there probably will be something the next day. (note that I will probably very rarely update on Fridays with this method)

Warnings!:  language, ogling of a naked Heero, playing with one's happy parts, tiniest bit of Heero angst (but the when is he not?), and a sleezy Treize (sorry, he just ended up that way -- really I love Treize.)

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Heero sat across from Duo. He had his best glare placed upon his face. There was no way he was going to give an inch to the man across from him, no way was he going to let him win. Duo grunted softly. Heero tried to ignore the fact that it roused him in a way that was beginning to feel less and less foreign.

Duo finally gave in. “I fold.”

“Ha!” Heero smirked triumphantly.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get an ego from beating me. Just because you’re the first to do so.” Duo’s cheeks puffed out in such a way that he looked like a disgruntled chipmunk. Heero couldn’t resist. He smiled brightly at Duo. “What?”

“Nothing.” Heero was still smiling, he was actually smiling. His muscles were obviously rusty from moving in this manner because shortly after the smile began, they began to burn slightly from the exercise.

“Right. I’ve never seen you smile like that. Smirk ... yes. Smile ... no. So why are you smiling like that?” Heero shrugged. Duo scooted around the small coffee table until he was no more than a half an inch from Heero’s face. “Why are you smiling at me like that?”

Heero’s smile disappeared and his face took on a more concerned look. He tried to back away from Duo, but Duo followed. Again, Heero backed away from Duo, only to have the distance very quickly erased by the smirking Maxwell.

After a few more rounds of scooting away from Duo’s presence, Heero found himself pressed up against the wall. He swallowed hard. There was a sparkle in Duo’s eyes that made his heart begin to race. Heero’s mouth parted to say something, and it was at that moment when a loud noise emanated from the front door of the house.

“What the hell?” Duo stood and ran out of the room. Heero sat still for a few moments trying to reign in his spastic emotions and racing pulse -- Duo’s yelling speeded up his recovery exponentially.

Heero jumped to his feet and ran into the hallway. He froze in his tracks, his socked feet sliding slightly before he balanced himself. There standing in front of a growling Duo, was Treize, the man who ran the local human-world, Shinigami supply store.

“Why Heero, this boy is being horribly rude to the man who returned him to his body.”

“Um, Duo, stop.” Duo whipped around and glared at Heero.

“Stop!? This man is in my home and I don’t know who the hell he is!”

“Duo, he runs a shinigami shop in town. He gave me my gigai*, my fake mortal body, and he also put your soul back in your body, since we -- well ... we forgot to do that ourselves when we left the scene of the Hollow fight.” Heero looked down at his feet. He felt bad that he had forgotten to tell Duo about that, he really did; in fact there were many things that he still had not fully explained to Duo. Such as the reason why he was so quick to save Duo that day.

“Yes little one, so I’d like an apology ... please.” Treize grinned down at Duo, who gave him his best attempt at copying Heero’s glare. “Fine. I won’t give you the interesting news which I just heard.” Treize turned to leave, but Heero grabbed his hand.

“What’s the news?” Heero’s prussian blue eyes met Treize’s clear blue eyes.

“Simply, they want you to come back. There’s been a death in your gotei**. You’ve just been promoted.”

“What? You mean ... Hilde ... she --” Heero’s voice trailed off. He had never been very close to the Vice Captain, but he respected her because she always did her job well.

“Yes, I’m afraid so. Looks like Captain Akimori promoted you.”

Heero grunted, partly from disgust. He knew that Aya had other reasons for giving him the promotion. “Why didn’t they just send a hell moth to inform me of this?”

“I’m not sure.” Treize shrugged, a sly grin plastered on his flawless face. “I was told by another shinigami.” Treize grinned at Duo, who was still glaring at him. Duo scooted closer to Heero.

“Well, is there anything that you’d be interested in purchasing today?” Treize finally pulled his eyes off of Duo and rested them on Heero.

Heero’s eyebrows knitted together as a rush of jealousy swept over him. “No. And I’d like it if you would leave and stop ogling Duo.”

Treize looked taken aback. “I would never do such a thing! I’m insulted. I can’t help it if there are those in this world who are pretty. Beauty never escapes my notice.”

Heero grumbled under his breath. “Leave.” He shoved the rude man out the door and closed it in Treize’s face.

“You’re pretty too Heero.” Heero’s heart skipped a beat. “I mean, that was kind of rude of him to call me of all people pretty. I’m cute not pretty!” Duo’s voice had a playful note in it, and as Heero turned around the two smiled at each other. It was as if they could read each other so easily. It was going to be very hard to go back, in fact ... Heero was now doubting that he wanted to.


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Saturday came very quickly as far as Heero was concerned. He was really looking forward to seeing Duo’s expressions and reactions to the different works of art. There was no doubt in Heero’s mind that Duo wasn’t going to be full of beautiful happy and contented responses.

Heero sighed out loud as he stood in the shower picturing Duo’s glowing face as he viewed a painting. He knew that he was falling even harder for Duo since he had began living with him. There was no denying that, the problem was that he was in a gigai, and that his powers had almost fully regained themselves. It was almost time for him to make the journey back home. Heero knew that Duo wouldn’t miss him the way he would Duo. That was etched painfully in his mind and on his heart. Heero’s leaving would only hurt himself.

Heero stepped out of the shower and grabbed his towel. He quickly dried himself and then slung the towel over his shoulder. He softly pushed open the door, which led to the toilet and vanity area of the bathroom, Duo had turned around after having flushed the toilet. Their eyes met.

Heero simply stared wide eyed at Duo, whose eyes slowly slid down Heero’s damp body. Duo’s adam’s apple moved slightly as he swallowed; Heero noticed that his eyes had stopped at a certain location. He looked down and noticed that Duo’s presence had obviously affected him, and the fact that he was now staring at Heero’s crotch was not helping any -- in fact it was getting worse by the second.

Heero quickly snatched the towel and covered himself. “Sorry.” He grunted. “It’s hot in here.”

“Um ... yeah -- hot.” Duo looked slightly dazed. Heero watched him as he slowly turned and bumped into the door frame. Duo snickered a little and then fled through the open portal.

Heero stood gazing at the doorway for a few moments wondering why Duo had stared at him the way he had. Maybe the fact that Heero had become aroused by his gazing, had made him stare. Heero shook his head trying to clear it of the confusion which was now starting to build. He tossed the towel in the hamper and began to work his frustrations out.

As he stood, one hand bracing him against the wall, the other working against him, a vague memory drifted into his mind. A memory of a young man lying on his bed, lost in the white hot heat of passion. Heero’s strong hand working, kneading, and tugging ... touching all the right spots which made his partner beg for more. He could remember his scent and his long sinewy legs moving restlessly on the bed. There was something ... familiar about him, but no matter how hard Heero thought, all he could see was the lower half of the young man.

Heero groaned as he released, and he stood there staring down into the toilet. He wanted to remember who the man was, and why he couldn’t remember. It was very puzzling that he continued to have these seemingly random flashes of what appeared to be memories, yet he couldn’t place them. The images all seemed like they belonged to him, but yet he couldn’t remember any details about the times in the memories or anything else for that matter. It was only what presented itself in his mind that he could remember.

Heero reached down and flushed then turned to the mirror. He sighed heavily, and thought to himself. “I shouldn’t think about it. It’s probably just random memories from my mortal life. I’ve heard people having those before. I’ll go to the psychiatrist when I go back to Soul Society.” However that thought somehow seemed almost like he was evading the truth. Somewhere deep inside, Heero knew that was not what the memories were, but right now he didn’t want to question what they were. He wanted to enjoy his time with Duo.


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WuFei and Heero were walking quietly behind Duo. The whole night had been filled with tension for Heero. The fact that the time of his having to leave Duo rapidly approaching was only the beginning of his worries. WuFei was proving relentless in his mission to make Duo realize his affections. Heero cast a glance at WuFei who was beginning to speak with Duo about a sculpture which, to Heero, looked like a jumble of wires.

Heero had never really appreciated modern art; he had always favored that of the Pre-Raphaelites and Impressionists. He felt that those paintings had more depth to them than any of the modern era paintings and sculptures. Heero snapped back to reality when he heard Duo’s voice addressing him. “Huh?” Heero looked into Duo’s expressive blue eyes, it was a wonder his knees held his weight at that moment.

Duo chuckled softly, another knee melting aspect of his. “I asked if you were getting hungry.”

“Oh. Um ...” Heero’s stomach growled in response to the thought of food. He laughed lightly. “I think I am.”

“Cool. We can go and eat now. I’ve looked at everything,.” Heero reached out to take Duo’s hand without thinking. The look of surprise on Duo’s face caused him to pause, but soon his large hand was intwined with Duo’s warm slender hand. WuFei’s jaw gaped open as the two walked past him. A muttering was all that issued forth from his mouth.

Heero was glowing on the inside. This touch was what he had been craving for an entire month ... no year. Maybe longer than that. Heero’s head began to pound as yet another memory tried to rush to cloud reality. He grabbed his head with both hands and bent over in pain.

Worry glistening in Duo’s eyes, he quickly helped Heero over to a bench. “Are you okay?”

Heero groaned in pain. “I’m -- not -- sure.”

Duo looked around frantically; he had to find some help, and quickly. However, the streets were very crowded, and no on was paying any attention to the two boys on the bench. A movement to his right caught Duo’s attention. He turned in that direction as a deep voice began to speak. “You know, Heero, this makes you look really uncool.”

“Shut the hell up, Trowa. I don’t know what’s going on with me.” Heero glared at the man sitting on the back of the bench. He was clothed in a shinigami uniform, Duo assumed that he must be like Heero then.

“Are you a shinigami?” Duo asked simply.

“You can see me?” Trowa was genuinely surprised, and it showed on his usually non-expressive face.

“Yeah, why am I not supposed to?”

“Well, most people can’t.” Trowa’s eyes began to sparkle with suppressed humor. “Well, you have been our target for a year now.”

“Target!?” Duo looked anxiously at Heero who had his face buried in his hands. Heero was not about to face Duo. “What do you mean by that?”

“Well, we were unsure if you were a friend or a foe. You do have a very high spiritual energy level, and well ... let’s just say that about 200 years ago that a nasty incident arose because we didn’t pay any attention to things such as that.”

“Oh.” Heero noted that Duo had relaxed some after Trowa’s explanation. It did make sense after all, but what didn’t make sense were these blinding moments of pain which were now accompanying his flashes of memories.

“You’ve come to escort me back ... haven’t you Trowa.” Heero looked at the man who had been his friend since the days of living in the Rukongai.*** They had been close and shared many of the experiences of fighting to stay alive in those slums.

“Actually ... no I’m not. I just was in the neighborhood and thought I’d say hello.”

Heero grunted and leaned back. “I need to speak with you alone.”

“Alright. I’ll find Quatre and meet you back and Duo’s house. You two enjoy dinner.” With a quick soft smile, Trowa leaped from the bench up to the nearest rooftop and disappeared from sight.

“That was interesting.” Duo murmured.

“Yeah. I feel okay now. We can start walking to the cafe again.” Heero stood and offered his hand down to Duo. Again those long fingers slipped into Heero’s strong thick hand and they walked quietly to the cafe where WuFei was waiting impatiently.

“Where in Nataku’s name did you two disappear to?!” WuFei demanded as Duo and Heero sat down at the table.

“We saw an old friend of mine.” Heero answered in a level tone.

“Oh.” WuFei picked up the menu and began leafing through it, all the while peeking at the two who sat across from him. They were giving each other knowing looks.


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Heero rolled over on his side and looked at Duo, who was sprawled out in the floor ... sound asleep. In fact Duo was snoring softly. Heero gently crept out of bed, and went down the stairs. He wasn’t sure why he was being so quiet since Duo and his father both slept like the dead, but he was still quiet as he slipped outside.

Trowa was sitting on a small stone wall which surrounded the house. Quatre was leaning against him, lost in sleep. “Trowa.” Heero whispered.

“Hey. I was wondering what was taking so long.”

“I waited until Duo had fallen asleep.”

“What was it that you wanted?”

“I want to know why I’m having what seem to be memory flashes. They just pop into my head at random times. Sometimes I have a headache, other times I’m fine.”

Trowa seemed to mull over what Heero had just relayed to him. “Sounds like you need to speak with Une.”

“That was my conclusion as well. But ... do you think it might be from my previous life? When I was mortal and on Earth.”

“No.” The answer came quickly and curtly. Heero was slightly taken aback at Trowa’s speed in answering his question.

“You know something don’t you.”

“No ... I don’t.”

“Then who does?” Heero was getting impatient. He wanted to figure out what was wrong with him now, this night. Not months down the line after spending time in Une’s psychiatric office.

“That I can’t tell you. All I know, is that you should stay with Duo.”

Quatre made a faint noise as his eyes fluttered open. “Heero-kun?”

“Quatre.” Heero made a brief greeting to the sleepy-eyed blond.

Quatre yawned nosily and stretched, nearly pushing Trowa off his perch. “Sorry.” Quatre flashed Trowa an apologetic smile and then turned to gaze at Heero. “Heero, it’s time for us to take you back.”

“What do you mean?!” Heero turned to Trowa, anger flaring in his deep blue eyes. “You told me that it wasn’t time yet. That you weren’t here for that!”

Quatre hopped down from his seat behind Trowa. He walked over to Heero and looked up into his face. “We’re taking both of you back.”


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*A mortal body shell which an injured Shinigami inhabits until they are fully recovered.

**This is Japanese term for team or group (very very lose translation). In the Bleach world there are 13 of these. I've decided that's a good number so I didn't change it. Heero belongs to the 11th gotei. (the strongest one in the Bleach world.)

***This is a slum like area where many of the souls that are sent to Soul Society live. It surrounds the main part of Soul Society where the Shinigami live. Legal stuf ... Bleach and Gundam Wing don't belong to me, they belong to Kubo Tite, Hajime Yadate and Yoshiyuki Tomino respectively.

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