Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Pieces of a Puzzle ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

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

Author's Notes:  I'm sorry it took so long for me to post this. I've decided to switch to updating every Sunday. Which means I may be posting partial chapters. Please note the 'Chapter Status' that I've added under the warnings.


WARNINGS:  Language, Lime scene, Heero angst (and it's only going to get worse after this chapter.)

CHAPTER STATUS:  COMPLETE

Please make sure you have read all of Chapter 2 because I added to the chapter after my initial post. --Thanks Siberianknight ^_^

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“What?!” Heero stared into Quatre’s peaceful face. There was no way that he could take Duo to Soul Society, no matter how much Heero wanted to.

“I said, both of you will come with us. It’s the only logical method.” Quatre smiled the same innocent smile as always. Heero knew that if Quatre was the one telling him this, then it was true. The blond boy was more an angel than a shinigami. Heero grunted in frustration.

Trowa hopped deftly from his perch upon the wall. “Quatre’s telling you that--”

Heero cut him off. “That what? You’re going to kill Duo?! I won’t have that!!” He reached out to grab Trowa’s collar, but the tall man was too fast and quickly sidestepped Heero’s attempt.

Trowa grinned into Heero’s glare. “No. If we did that, we would be uncertain that he would turn into a Plus*.”

Heero grunted, again. Trowa was beginning to anger him. These two knew something, and they were very unwilling to share whatever it was with him. “Then why does Quatre feel it’s the only logical method?”

“Because, you love him don’t you?” Quatre’s blue-green eyes glowed as he gazed at Heero, who quickly looked off to the side to hide his embarrassment. “You do.” Quatre stated with a gleeful clap of his small hands.

“Yes.” His answer was ground out through clinched teeth. Heero was certainly not used to sharing this much with others.

“Well, then ... like Quatre said, ‘it’s the only logical method.’” Trowa’s arm gently wrapped itself around Quatre’s waist as he awaited a response from Heero.

Heero’s mind was racing, trying to determine how Duo would be able to crossover, and live in Soul Society. As he was thinking, the noise of the front door being pushed open caused him to whip around. Duo was standing in the doorway. His hair was tousled and he was yawing. He had never looked more beautiful to Heero. There was no way he could leave him behind. “But that’s being selfish.” A small voice inside him chastised.

Heero clinched his fists, and cleared his throat. “Duo,” he began softly, “would you go back with me to Soul Society? --if we can figure out how.” Heero’s voice trailed off to a mumble as he realized they hadn’t figured that part out yet -- or at least he didn’t know how they were going to perform that miracle.

“Huh?” Duo walked up to the small group and looked at each one with bleary eyes. “Hey, Heero, isn’t that your friend from earlier?”

“Um, yeah, it is. Duo, they told me that you can go back with me.” Heero’s eyes were pleading with Duo to say yes, of course even if he didn’t give his consent, Heero felt that he would most likely kidnap Duo and take him anyway.

“Wow. Go to Soul Society. Sounds interesting.” Duo appeared to be in thought. Heero felt that Duo was taking way too long to come to a decision.

“Well?”

“‘Well’ what?! I’m thinking. I’d be leaving everything behind here, and living as a ghost -- right?”

“Well, not exactly.” Trowa stepped forward and stood next to Duo. “You see, since you have a shinigami within you, you would simply leave your body behind and come with us.”

“Trowa ...” Heero growled low and dangerously. “You said you weren’t going to kill him.”

“I’m not.”

“It’s the same thing. Once the life chain is severed --which it will be since his spirit will be in Soul Society-- his body will begin to decompose.” Heero rolled his eyes at Trowa; he was amazed that Trowa was considered to be one of the most intelligent shinigami. Heero was beginning to question that title.

“But you want him to be with you.” Trowa had a puzzled expression on his face.

“Yes, but not if he has to leave his body behind.”

“Well he can’t very well take it with him!” Trowa’s voice elevated slightly from its usual softness.

“I know that. It’s just--”

“Hey, guys. Shouldn’t this be my decision?” Duo asked, a small smirk glowed upon his round face. “I want to stay with Heero. There’s something ... I can’t explain it, but there’s something about him. I feel--comfortable when I’m around him. I’m happy.” Duo gazed into Heero’s eyes. In that one look, Heero could see all of Duo’s feelings for him. “Can I have one day to say goodbye to WuFei and my father?”

“You mean --you’re going with us?” Quatre threw his arms enthusiastically around Duo’s neck and hugged him.

Duo looked directly into Heero’s face, and with strong conviction answered Quatre’s question. “Yes. I am.”

“Excellent. Well, we’ll be back tomorrow night. Please be prepared for your journey.” With that simple request, Trowa took Quatre’s hand and turned away from Heero and Duo.


Heero looked down at his feet, slightly embarrassed from his show of emotions. Duo’s long fingers gently pressed against his chin, so that Heero would look at him again. “I--I was afraid that you didn’t feel the same way for me, as I do you.” Heero swallowed hard, trying to hold back the emotions which he was always so skillful in controlling.

“It’s funny. I didn’t really think about it, until the day when Treize showed up. Remember, I got really close to you--teasing you? You blushed the entire time. Plus it didn’t help matters when I saw you naked after that. I must say you’re nicely--ahem--built.” Duo blushed slightly causing Heero to smile.

“Are you sure you want to give up your life?”

“Absolutely.” Duo slung his arm across Heero’s shoulders and the two walked back into the house, and up to Duo’s room together.


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Heero watched as Duo’s eyes moved behind his closed lids. The two of them were cuddled together on the floor; Duo had fallen asleep as soon as his head hit his pillow, but Heero couldn’t sleep. He just laid there watching Duo, feeling as if, at some point, he had done this before.

Heero reached out and ran his fingers through the loose strands of Duo’s long chestnut hair. He gently pulled a lock close to his nose and inhaled Duo’s scent, grinning at the warm sensations which coursed throughout his body. Heero leaned in closely and tenderly pressed his lips against Duo’s slightly parted mouth. The action produced a low soft groan from Duo, who shifted slightly to get closer to the warmth which Heero’s body offered.

Duo surprised him by lightly running the tip of his tongue across Heero’s overly sensitive lips. Heero jerked away, shocked at the feelings which that small touch had caused. He stared wide-eyed at Duo who’s own eyes were fluttering open. “Heero? What’s wrong?”

“N-n-nothing.” Heero covered his mouth with his hand. That tiny kiss had lit fires within Heero, and those fires were scaring him.

Duo sat up and stared down at Heero. His long hair was falling out of his braid and part of it was resting on Heero’s bare chest. A tingling sensation began quietly in the area where Duo’s hair touched his skin, and spread rapidly to other areas of his body. Heero was becoming aroused, and could do nothing to stop it.

“You look like a scared rabbit.” Duo laid back down, this time he rested his head on the bend of Heero’s arm, which was tucked beneath his head. Duo wrapped his fingers around the hand which was covering Heero’s mouth, and gently pulled the hand away. “You shouldn’t be scared of a little kiss.” Duo grinned that smirk which made Heero melt. As their lips touched, they moved their bodies to press against each other, and Heero realized that Duo was as aroused as he was. This made him grin mentally.

Duo’s tongue glided along Heero’s lips once again, but this time Heero was prepared. His tongue quickly darted out and slid sensuously against Duo’s. The kiss intensified as Heero pressed Duo onto his back, their mouths demanding more from each other. Heero tore his mouth away from Duo’s and looked down at his love. Duo’s eyes held strong flecks of indigo within their blue depths, something which no one else but Heero was ever going to see.

Heero lowered his head down against Duo’s slender neck and began to nibble at his ear. The shinigami was rewarded with a rich throaty moan. Duo began to move against Heero. “Heero...” Duo groaned and grabbed Heero’s hand. He led the hand down to his boxers. Heero instinctively wrapped his fingers around Duo and squeezed. Heero raised his head and looked down to where his hand rested against Duo. “Take them off.” Duo’s voice startled Heero, who turned to look into Duo’s face. Cheeks flushed, lips red and swollen, and small love bites littered Duo’s neck. He was asking for more. Heero thought for a few heartbeats that this was too soon. They had just confessed tonight, but--Duo wanted him.

Heero nodded, and pulled off Duo’s blue and white striped boxers. He gazed at the young man’s body, Heero could hardly breathe. “Beautiful,” was all that he could muster to come forth from his parched mouth.

Heero’s slightly rough hands began to stroke a path from Duo’s thighs to the hem of his shirt, which was quickly removed. Heero’s mouth began again at the base of Duo’s neck, and using a nipping and licking method, blazed a trail down and across Duo’s chest. He paused momentarily at both nipples, making sure that they were both teased.

Heero’s mouth explored every inch of Duo’s body before he ventured to the spot which had moved this night forward. His hand slid along the inner part of Duo’s thigh. “Heero.” Duo growled. “Stop teasing, I’m not a girl.”

Heero laughed. “But it’s fun. It’s driving you crazy.” He received an angry grunt from Duo. Heero began to cup, squeeze, and stroke Duo into a panting frenzy. It didn’t take long for him to climax and release. Heero drew his hand away and gazed down at the warm sticky white liquid which covered his hand. He slowly drew a finger into his mouth and began to clean his hand with his tongue. Duo watched with passion glazed eyes and a satisfied smile upon his glowing face. Heero laid down beside Duo and drew him close to his own sweat-laden body.

“Heero, you can’t hold it in.” Duo began to nibble at Heero’s neck, who willingly passed all control over to his partner. Long fingers grazed over the hardened planes of Heero’s chest and abdomen. Duo moved his mouth down onto one of Heero’s hard nipples. He playfully ran his teeth against the bud; Heero thought that he would go mad from the pleasure which ran rampant through his veins. Duo continued to bite gently on the two nubs, which were causing very amusing reactions in Heero.

While Heero was reeling from the sensations of Duo’s mouth, those long agile fingers grabbed ahold of the waistband of his boxers. Duo yanked them down enough to wrap his fingers around that which he sought. He squeezed tightly; a groan of pleasure tore from Heero’s panting mouth. Heero was amazed at how much better it felt to have someone else’s hand caressing him. Duo looked at Heero’s flushed face. “What do you want me to do?”

“Don’t ... stop.” Duo claimed Heero’s mouth in a fierce wet kiss. Their tongues melded together in a sensual rhythm that matched the movement of Heero’s hips. Despite the overwhelming bliss which was coursing through him, there was something in the back of his mind that wouldn’t let him give in completely to the pleasure. It gnawed slowly on his subconscious, persistently trying to gain his attention, but Heero continued to push it away. He wanted to lose himself in Duo’s kisses, in his caresses, in his love, but there was something a memory -- that wouldn’t let him.

Duo pulled his mouth away from Heero’s, which caused him to momentarily come back to reality. “What--?” He began, but soon the warm sensation of rough tongue rubbing against the most sensitive part of him caused his mind to reel. Heero lost all sense of himself as Duo’s mouth became a warm haven for him.

Duo gently licked away the last evidence of their lovemaking, before he moved back to rest at Heero’s side. “Why did you that?” Heero looked over at Duo, who had a mischievous grin upon his beautiful face.

“Because -- I wanted to. Did you not want me to?” Duo looked worried, as if he may have overstepped some invisible boundary which Heero had set up for them before they had began playing.

“No -- it’s not that. I was just surprised that you ... well went so far so fast.” Heero looked off to the side. That same nagging memory pulled at him, and he wondered why Duo was causing him to feel so sad and lonely.

“I’ve never done that before -- if that’s what you’re implying. You’re my first everything, well besides kissing -- I have done that before.” Duo smiled and pulled his cover over them.

“I don’t mind. I just -- never mind. It’s nothing.” Heero looked over at Duo, hoping that Duo would let it pass because even Heero was unsure of what was causing the confusion within him. Duo leaned in and kissed Heero good night and snuggled up against Heero.

As Heero lay there with Duo tucked in his arms, the something which had been in the back of his mind began to push forward. He closed his eyes and allowed the thought or memory to take root in his mind’s eye.


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It was an ordinary day in Soul Society. The sun was shining and the voices drifted into Heero’s room from outside. He rolled over lazily and gazed out the open window next to his bed. Somehow the sun just didn’t seem as happy today as it had before.

A knock on the door pulled Heero out of bed and into his clothes. He wearily swung open the door. Aya stood there with her best patronizing look plastered on her flawless face. Her brown eyes looked Heero up and down, and then she shook her head. “If you have any aspirations then you’ll shave and drag your sorry butt out of this room!” Captain Akimori began walking around Heero’s messy room picking up discarded pieces of clothing and food containers. “Honestly, Yuy, what would--”

“Don’t. I don’t want to hear it!” Heero glared at Aya, noble family or not, he was not going to have her force him to face reality.

“Fine. I just wish though that you would get your act together, and go back to work. It’s very hard not having one of my best officers.” Aya sat primly down on the edge of Heero’s full sized bed. She reminded Heero of vulture--a polite one.

“Look, I don’t feel well. I’m going back to bed.”

“You’ve been saying that for five months now Heero.” Aya looked down at her hands which where folded in her lap. “Heero, Dr. Une wishes to see you.”

“Yeah, I know.” Heero growled. He leaned against his dresser and stared at the picture frame which was turned face down. His captain was right, he couldn’t stay cooped up for the rest of his life, but it was just so much easier since he felt dead inside. Heero looked over at Aya. Every one of her dark brown hairs were perfectly placed in an elaborate knot at the back of her small head. To the person who gazed upon her, they would find her very beautiful, not to mention kind and proper. Heero thought she was the most hideous person in existence at the moment because she wouldn’t just let him curl up and die. “Tell her I’ll be there this afternoon.”

“I will.” Aya smiled and as she walked past Heero she gently patted his shoulder. “I hope you can work everything out, and come back to work.”

Heero grunted in affirmation. After the door closed behind Aya, Heero crumpled to the floor. His broad shoulders began to tremble as tears ran uncontrollably down his chiseled face. Violent sobs racked his usually stalwart body. Minutes turned into hours as he sat on the floor fluctuating between crying and retching. Finally he calmed somewhat.

Heero began to stand, but something caught his attention. It was white, and looked like ribbon. Heero pulled it out from underneath the dresser and a pain grew within his chest as he gazed at the long piece of satin. “Why? Why ...” Heero began to break down once again into anguished tears.


It was with bloodshot eyes that he walked into Dr. Une, Psychiatrist to the Shinigami’s office. “Ah, Heero, I was wondering if you were going to show up or not.” Dr. Une stood and offered Heero a chair, which he slumped into.

“I didn’t want to come. Captain Akimori made me.” Heero’s bottom lip protruded in an angry pout.

“Hmm. So you’re still refusing to speak with anyone?”

Heero glared at Une.

“I see. Heero, I’d like to make an offer to you.”

“What kind of offer?” Heero was so tired. He was tired of everything. All he wanted was to disappear; nothing mattered anymore, so he didn’t even see the point in speaking with Dr. Une. There was no one who could pull him out of his grief, and yet everyone wanted to help him. If they would just let him die in peace then the screams in his head would vanish; he would no longer see the blood on his clothes or feel the weight of the dead body held tightly in his arms as the last bit of life ebbed away. However, no matter how many times Heero tried to convince them, no matter how many times he tried to run away, and no matter how many times he tried to kill himself -- they still fought to force him to live and to remain with them.

“It’s simple really. We’ll erase all your memories.”

Heero’s reddened eyes narrowed dangerously. In a low, soft, and dangerous voice he warned Une. “Do not ever offer me that again. Do you understand?”

Dr. Une’s eyes widened with fright. She swallowed hard and nodded in agreement. “I--I’m so sorry, Heero. I just thought since you’re having a hard time adjusting. That ... well ... it might help.”

Heero stood and walked to the door. With one hand on the knob, he turned to face Une. “I’ll go back to work -- if that’s what everyone wants. But I will not have my memories erased. It’s all I have left.”


Heero’s abilities as a shinigami were dangerous and reckless as he began to work again. More than once did he put other shinigami in the path of harm, and to make things worse, he had also harmed bystanders and destroyed a few buildings.

“It’s a damn good thing for you, Heero, that we can give people new memories. Otherwise the world would think that something catastrophic was happening!” Trowa ran his long fingers through his short hair.

Heero looked at his childhood friend. He decided that he hated the boy’s bangs because they masked too much of his face. He knew that Trowa was looking at him with pity in those grey-green eyes, but that damned una-bang was in the way to verify. “Fuck off, Trowa.” Heero walked away calmly from Trowa who stared slack-jawed at Heero’s stiff back.

Heero had tried -- he had, but it just wasn’t working. His anger was starting to boil forth every time he came in contact with a Hollow. He stalked angrily into his room and slammed the door shut.

Heero ripped off his clothes and flung himself belly down on his soft bed. He pulled the pillow, which lay to his left, over to his face. He inhaled the scent trapped within the pillow, it was beginning to fade. Tears welled up in Heero’s deep blue eyes, and he curled into a miserable ball, all the while holding the pillow tightly against him.

Long after Heero had slipped into a fitful sleep, a hand clamped down over his mouth, awakening him. He fought against the hand and the blackness which seemed to be slowly devouring him. Soon Heero’s body began to feel heavy, and was no longer responding to his demand to fight. The last thing he remembered was being lifted into the air and flying.


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Heero forced himself to open his eyes. He sputtered and coughed as he tried to extract the hair which he had inhaled a few moments earlier. Duo was spooned up against Heero, sound asleep. Relieved that the misery and pain had only been a dream, he drew Duo’s fingers through his own. “I love you.” Heero whispered into the mess of hair, which was still threatening his right for air.

Duo smiled and drew their intwined hands up to his mouth, where he brushed a light kiss against Heero’s fingers. “I love you back.” Heero looked down at Duo, completely puzzled by the fact that he had garnered a response from the other man. The impish face held a small grin, but Duo’s eyes were still shut.

“Are you asleep?” Heero asked quietly.

“Sort of. I woke up when you spoke.” Duo rolled over onto his back and drew Heero’s head against his chest. Their fingers were still linked together, and Duo was gently stroking Heero’s hair and back with his free hand. Heero’s eyes fluttered closed and he soon relaxed enough for sleep to claim him.


*A good earth-bound spirit. A wondering spirit. (I should've called them this earlier, but I didn't. --sorry)
~To those Bleach purists that may be reading this:  Please don't get upset with the chain bit. I cannot remember what exactly it's called.~ geovisit();