Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Pieces of a Puzzle ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )
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By: siberianknight 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.31.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 448 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.31.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 448 | Status: Completed
Author's Notes: Okay, I have chapter five completed too, but there were some problems with the continuity of Heero's personality. Bascially he started acting more like myself instead of Heero. Heero's not a girl. So, I have to fix it, and then I'll post it ... probably Monday.
Warnings: Angst, smoochy-facing, language.
Chapter Status: COMPLETE
Heero rolled over and extended his arm to wrap around Duo, but there was nothing there. Grunting, Heero opened his eyes to find himself alone in the small bedroom. He stretched and crawled out of the bedroll. As he was walking toward his discarded clothes, he stepped on a piece of paper. It was a note from Duo. He had gone out to spend the day with WuFei. This made Heero feel slightly abandoned, but he quickly squashed his insecurity.
Heero had to go and see Treize today; he needed to see how difficult it was going to be to separate from his gigai. The shower washed away the sleep from his body, his mind drifted to the events of the previous night. A warmth spread through him as he remembered Duo’s hands and mouth, but that warmth was soon erased with feelings of sorrow and betrayal.
Heero’s eyes flew open. He had remembered something. It was very small, but it was still a definite memory. This realization confirmed for Heero that the visions had not been vision, but actual events and memories locked within his mind. “There was someone ... I shared my life with someone. Who was it?” Heero concentrated hard on the memory. The memory of someone he had loved, and shared everything with, including the darkest parts of himself.
The feelings attached to this person were very strong, Heero could feel warm arms encircling him. Hair gently brushing against his cheek and chest. Then the vision faded. The answer was just out of his reach, Heero could feel it. “Why can’t I remember? Why have I forgotten?” Then he remembered the dream he had only hours earlier. Dr. Une had said something about erasing his memory. What if that had happened? Was it even possible? Heero was unsure that it could be done, but then the scientists in Soul Society were always busy trying to come up with new inventions. Besides, it was possible to rewrite mortal memories, why not completely erase ones?
Heero showered quickly and threw on his tee-shirt and jeans, and headed in the direction of Treize’s shop.
It was closed. That’s what the large red and white sign said on the door, but yet the hours listed stated that it should be open. Heero glared angrily at the door; he was going to see Treize if he had to hunt him down like a wild dog. He slammed his fist hard against the door, attempting to gain someone’s attention.
After a few moments, a young girl with red hair opened the door, just a crack, big enough to see who was making such a fuss. “H--hello?” She inquired in a small soft voice.
“Is Treize in?” Heero tried to soften his voice, but by the wince which appeared briefly on the girl’s round face, he knew he had failed.
“Um ... are you Heero-kun?”
“Yes.” The girl crooked her finger, a gesture asking him to bend down to her level.
“He is, but I’m not supposed to let you in.”
Heero couldn’t resist the laugh which bubbled forth. “Oh. Are you going to let me in, anyway?”
The girl nodded, her brick red curls bouncing up and down with the action. She stepped back slightly and spread the door open. She curtsied as Heero stepped through the portal. “He’s in the back. Would you like something to drink?”
Heero grunted affirmatively and sat in a nearby chair.
After a few moments, the girl returned with a glass of water. “I’m sorry, we didn’t have anything else.”
Heero smiled at her, hoping to reassure her. The girl climbed into a chair next to Heero and stared at him. “What?”
“You don’t look scary. Mr. Treize told me you were scary.”
This made Heero laugh out loud. “Scary? Yeah, I guess I can be.”
“Ah.” The girl looked down at her swinging legs.
“What’s your name?”
She looked up at him and beamed. “Honor. I work for Mr. Treize.”
Heero opened his mouth to ask a few more questions when he spotted Treize in the back room. “Thank you for the water, Honor.” Heero set down his glass and head for Treize.
“Why Heero-kun, I’m surprised to see you here.”
“Why does your store say you’re closed, and why the hell don’t you want to see me?” Treize starred slack-jawed at Heero.
“Who told you I didn’t want to see you?” Treize peeked into the store front and glared at Honor, who hid sheepishly.
“No one, I just assumed it.”
“Well, I never said it.” Treize’s eye twitched slightly as he replied, but Heero let it go unnoticed. “So, do you need something? I have some new items I believe you might be interested in.”
“No. I want to know how high my synch level is with this gigai.”
“Hmm, that’ll take a an hour or two to get accurate readings. Would you like the easy quick reading, or the more accurate?”
“More accurate. I have things I need to ask you while we’re waiting.” Treize nodded his head and led Heero into a secret room, behind the store room, in which they were previously standing. A large needle-like object was stuck into Heero’s body.
“Now we wait.” Treize sat on a crate which was near the chair Heero had occupied. “What is it that you wished to ask me?”
“It’s about memories. Can they be erased?” Heero held his breath, praying that Treize would say no, they couldn’t be erased.
“Completely?”
He was playing with him. Heero could tell, there was an unnatural gleam in the other man’s eyes. “Yes. Can select memories be erased?”
“I know that a few of the scientists in Soul Society have been trying to perfect that technology for mortals so that we can use it instead of performing a memory chikan*. But alas, the technology is still not there. The memories often returned after only a few weeks.” Treize pondered this for a few moments, before adding more. “Though, the last time I heard about that technology was at least seventy years ago.”
Heero’s eyes widened. If that was true, then it was possible that they had improved it to the point where it did work. “So you’re saying that it didn’t work on mortals?”
“Yes. It never worked on them. And, as I said, I’m not sure they ever got it to work.”
“What about on shinigami? Did they ever test it on us?” Again Heero waited anxiously to hear what Treize knew, terrified that his suspicions were true.
“I -- I’m not really allowed to speak of that.” Treize stood and began to walk around the room. “You see, this is a top-secret project, I’m not even supposed to know it exists.”
“But, I had a flashback. Dr. Une asked me if I wanted the procedure. So if it’s top-secret why did she risk the chance of my saying ‘no.’ Which I did.” Heero was puzzled, why would Dr. Une be so reckless? She was always so precise and careful. This whole situation made absolutely no sense to Heero.
“She asked you that?” Treize turned and gazed at Heero, an odd expression on his face. Now, Heero wondered just how much Treize knew about what was going on; he appeared to know much about the memory erasing, but the expression which he held on his flawless face, told Heero that maybe there were some things which he didn't know.
“Yes. I don’t remember everything. Last night, I had a dream, well I thought it was a dream. But, everything could have actually happened.” Heero sighed, his heart growing heavier by the second. He needed to speak with someone who had taken part in this memory. Perhaps Captain Akimori, but for some reason, Heero’s stomach turned at the thought of talking with her about his memory loss.
“Interesting. I’ll have to speak with Une about this. Maybe she can help you.” Treize grinned at Heero causing a shiver to run down his spine.
“You know something ... don’t you.”
“I know only what I hear from my two girls. They keep in touch with Soul Society for me. Since I’m no longer allowed up there.”
Heero gazed down at his feet, completely crushed that he was going to leave with no new knowledge. “Thanks for your help.”
“I don’t give it for free. You have to buy something now.” Treize smiled his most charming of smiles, and then proceeded to sell his wares to Heero, who only bought a rose for Duo. “I was hoping you would buy something more expensive.” Treize pouted as he began to put away everything he had dragged out to show Heero.
“This is all he needs.” Heero twirled the red rose with his fingers, he was unaware of the bright smile which was slowly creeping its way across his face.
“‘He’? Who is this that you speak of?”
“No one.” Heero grumbled; he didn’t mean to allow that to slip. Although, Heero felt that Treize already knew that he had fallen in love with the man he had been told to watch.
“I can tell you about that.” Heero hungrily took the bate which Treize fed him.
“About what?”
“About your mission. Haven’t you wondered why you’ve not been contacted by anyone?”
“What do you mean? Trowa and Quatre contacted me yesterday.”
“No. Not that. You’ve been on one case for a year now. Don’t you find that odd?”
“Well, I never really thought much about it. It was my mission.” Heero was confused. Why was Treize bringing up his mission? Center 46 had sent the briefing to Aya, who then passed it on to ... Trowa. Wait, that was odd, why was an underling giving him a mission? Why wasn’t his captain? “Are you saying I was given a false mission? But, they knew where I was ... so why didn’t someone --?” Heero’s voice trailed off as reality hit him. There was something going on, and it had to be related to his missing memories.
“Who gave you the mission? It was Trowa, correct?” Treize received a nod from Heero. “My, yes, that is odd. A fourth ranked shinigami giving a third ranked shinigami his mission briefing. Very odd indeed.”
Heero was getting tired of Treize’s nonchalant attitude. “Tell me what you know. Now.” He was trying to keep his anger from boiling over, but the smirk on Treize’s face only infuriated Heero more.
“I know that your past is directly connected to what is going on now. As for the details, I’m sadly not privy to those. You best ask your captain and Dr. Une for the missing parts.”
“Missing parts? He doesn’t look like he’s missing parts.” A blond girl popped up from behind the crates and gazed at Heero with a curious glint in her sea-green eyes.
“Ah, Kenzie, back from running around are we?” Treize sat down next to where Kenzie was leaning against the crates.
“Yup. Who’s the old guy?” She pointed a small index finger at Heero, who thought that she was as polite as Duo.
“This is Heero. He’s a shinigami.”
“Cool. Where’s Honor?” Kenzie hoisted herself over the the crate and landed on Heero’s foot. Heero winced in pain, but kept his mouth clamped shut. “Huh?” Kenzie looked down and noticed she was standing on the shinigami’s foot. “Sorry.” She moved and then turned to go to the front of the store.
“Kenzie ...” Treize began in a warning tone. “I need your report.”
“There’s nothing to report. It’s very quite out there actually. No Hollow activity.” The girl shrugged and then ran through the doorway, screaming for her friend.
“How old are they?” Heero asked, very curious.
“I’ve forgotten, they’re not like us. Nor are they human.”
Heero stared after Kenzie, wondering what exactly those two girls were. While he was contemplating their age and origins, the timer for his test sounded. Treize gently pulled the gage out of Heero’s arm and checked it.
“You should have no problems leaving your gigai.”
“Really?” Heero was surprised, especially since he and Duo had played with each other the night before. He had thought that since he had used his body in such a manner that he could be linked with the gigai more so than normal.
“So, you’re going back?” Treize threw the gage in a garbage bag and escorted Heero to the front of the store.
“Yes, I am.” Heero watched as the two girls played some sort of tag-game. A white-flash of pain in his head caused him to double over. “W-why is my head always doing this?” Heero sat down on the floor, still holding his throbbing head. He tried to look up at the girls who were now both rushing over to him.
“Heero-kun. Hold on!” Treize’s voice sounded as if it was drifting to Heero’s ears through a long tunnel. Soon everything began to go black, and Heero passed out.
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“Hey!! Heeeeeee-chan!” Heero found himself on the wrong end of a tackle; his mouth full of hair and dirt. “Caught ya!” A happy chuckle spilled forth from the body pinning Heero’s own to the ground.
“Get off.”
“Nope.” The body above wiggled.
“Off, NOW!” Heero pushed playfully and the weight shifted off of his back. Heero smiled as he turned to face his friend, the one person who had always been there for him.
“Heero-kun. Are you alright?” Heero mentally shook himself as he realized that he was staring into Treize’s face. His heart sank as Heero realized that he had not seen the face of the one which had seemed so important to him.
“I’m fine.”
“Thank goodness.” Little Honor rocked back on her heels and stood. “We were worried because you just collapsed backwards.”
“Yeah, you sure did hit your head good. It made an icky noise.” Kenzie scrunched up her nose as she imitated the sound.
“Thanks for demonstrating that, Kenzie.” Treize patted her lightly on the head. “Can you stand Heero-kun?”
“Yes.” Heero stood and teetered slightly. “I’m okay.” He brushed off the hands which reached out to help him.
“Heero-kun, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to come back here.” Heero nodded and left the shop.
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Duo was sitting on the couch watching television when Heero arrived home. Heero was curious as to why Duo was home and not with WuFei. “What happened to WuFei?”
“He’s throwing himself off the highest building in town.” Duo droned as he flipped uninterested through the channels.
“Oh.” With a somewhat blank expression, Heero sat down next to Duo, who was beginning to chuckle.
“You believed me!?” Duo’s whole body shook with his humor. “He’s just being melodramatic. He’ll be fine tomorrow -- promise.” Heero gazed at Duo, happy to have him by his side again. “You look like you want something.” Duo’s eyes held a mischievous glint in them which surprised Heero with how much it excited him.
“Maybe.” Heero decided to play along.
“Hmm. Maybe this ...” Duo leaned over and began to nibble gently at Heero’s earlobe.
“No.” Heero used his best serious tone, it was very difficult for him to suppress his amusement; he decided he liked playing.
“Well, how about this ...” Duo’s next target was Heero’s neck. He found a small spot on his neck which was still slightly red from his nipping from the night before. Heero tried to keep a groan locked inside, but it slipped out unintentionally. “Seems like that might be it.” Duo teased.
“No.” Duo braced himself against Heero’s chest with his hand. He looked at Heero as if he was trying to read deep within him to find the answer to this mock quest. Duo smiled brightly after a few seconds and slipped his arms around Heero.
“Maybe this is what you want.” Duo’s warm mouth gently melded with Heero’s inviting lips. Heero eased the two of them down, allowing Duo to remain on top. Duo slid his hand up Heero’s now loosened shirt; he ran his hand over Heero’s sensitive nubs, eliciting sparks of pleasure to streak throughout his lover’s body.
Heero threaded his hand through the thick locks of Duo’s hair. Their lips slid seductively together; Heero thrust his tongue into Duo’s hot mouth, stroking a fire more passionate than the previous kisses. Duo’s body began to rub against Heero’s, the heat in their groins burned through their clothes into the other’s body. “Heero,” Duo panted. “I want you.”
That simple phrase was like dumping ice water on Heero. He turned his head from Duo, keeping his mouth from the other boy’s. “I -- I’m sorry, Duo ... I --” As Heero was about to explain his action, the phone rang. The two looked at one another, wondering who the caller was.
Duo pushed himself up and walked over to the phone. “Hello?” He listened carefully, a slow look of horror forming on his face as the person on the other end spoke.
Heero walked over to Duo, beginning to worry about him as he was starting to look very pale. “Duo ...” Duo held up his hand in a motion telling Heero to be quiet for a moment.
“Alright, I’ll be there in a few moments.” Duo hung up the phone and ran into the hallway. He sat down at the small step leading to the door.
“What’s wrong?” Heero was very worried, after all, he had never seen Duo look so serious before. “It’s not WuFei is it?”
“No.” Duo swallowed hard, Heero could tell that he was fighting tears. “It’s ... it’s my Dad. He collapsed at work. He’s in the hospital now.”
“I’ll go with you.” Heero quickly shoved his feet into his loafers and followed Duo out the door.
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Duo sat by his father’s hospital bed. The respirator clicked and hissed, making the only noise in the room. Heero was concerned, not only for Duo’s father, but for Duo himself. He hadn’t moved since they had arrived and been allowed into the room. That was at least five hours earlier. Heero hadn’t dared to say anything, fearing that it would upset Duo. So there they had sat, in complete silence. Of course the silence had allowed Heero to think about some things, such as Soul Society, and his return trip. He was going to go back by himself first; then he was coming for Duo. There were questions which he needed answered and he needed to prepare everyone for the arrival of a non-academy trained shinigami.
“Heero,” Duo’s voice was slightly horse and scratchy sounding; he was obviously still holding back his emotions and fears.
“Yes?”
“I can’t go with you.” Duo looked at his father as he spoke to Heero, his eyes an overly bright indigo. Duo was holding back tears.
“I understand.” Heero sighed, and gazed down at his intwined fingers. “I’ll go back by myself. But I will come back here.” Heero raised his head and stared into Duo’s eyes, the tears which had been held at bay were beginning to fall. “I promise. I’ll always return to you.”
*Memory Chikan: An action which swaps a person's memory with a randomly selected new one.
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Warnings: Angst, smoochy-facing, language.
Chapter Status: COMPLETE
Heero rolled over and extended his arm to wrap around Duo, but there was nothing there. Grunting, Heero opened his eyes to find himself alone in the small bedroom. He stretched and crawled out of the bedroll. As he was walking toward his discarded clothes, he stepped on a piece of paper. It was a note from Duo. He had gone out to spend the day with WuFei. This made Heero feel slightly abandoned, but he quickly squashed his insecurity.
Heero had to go and see Treize today; he needed to see how difficult it was going to be to separate from his gigai. The shower washed away the sleep from his body, his mind drifted to the events of the previous night. A warmth spread through him as he remembered Duo’s hands and mouth, but that warmth was soon erased with feelings of sorrow and betrayal.
Heero’s eyes flew open. He had remembered something. It was very small, but it was still a definite memory. This realization confirmed for Heero that the visions had not been vision, but actual events and memories locked within his mind. “There was someone ... I shared my life with someone. Who was it?” Heero concentrated hard on the memory. The memory of someone he had loved, and shared everything with, including the darkest parts of himself.
The feelings attached to this person were very strong, Heero could feel warm arms encircling him. Hair gently brushing against his cheek and chest. Then the vision faded. The answer was just out of his reach, Heero could feel it. “Why can’t I remember? Why have I forgotten?” Then he remembered the dream he had only hours earlier. Dr. Une had said something about erasing his memory. What if that had happened? Was it even possible? Heero was unsure that it could be done, but then the scientists in Soul Society were always busy trying to come up with new inventions. Besides, it was possible to rewrite mortal memories, why not completely erase ones?
Heero showered quickly and threw on his tee-shirt and jeans, and headed in the direction of Treize’s shop.
It was closed. That’s what the large red and white sign said on the door, but yet the hours listed stated that it should be open. Heero glared angrily at the door; he was going to see Treize if he had to hunt him down like a wild dog. He slammed his fist hard against the door, attempting to gain someone’s attention.
After a few moments, a young girl with red hair opened the door, just a crack, big enough to see who was making such a fuss. “H--hello?” She inquired in a small soft voice.
“Is Treize in?” Heero tried to soften his voice, but by the wince which appeared briefly on the girl’s round face, he knew he had failed.
“Um ... are you Heero-kun?”
“Yes.” The girl crooked her finger, a gesture asking him to bend down to her level.
“He is, but I’m not supposed to let you in.”
Heero couldn’t resist the laugh which bubbled forth. “Oh. Are you going to let me in, anyway?”
The girl nodded, her brick red curls bouncing up and down with the action. She stepped back slightly and spread the door open. She curtsied as Heero stepped through the portal. “He’s in the back. Would you like something to drink?”
Heero grunted affirmatively and sat in a nearby chair.
After a few moments, the girl returned with a glass of water. “I’m sorry, we didn’t have anything else.”
Heero smiled at her, hoping to reassure her. The girl climbed into a chair next to Heero and stared at him. “What?”
“You don’t look scary. Mr. Treize told me you were scary.”
This made Heero laugh out loud. “Scary? Yeah, I guess I can be.”
“Ah.” The girl looked down at her swinging legs.
“What’s your name?”
She looked up at him and beamed. “Honor. I work for Mr. Treize.”
Heero opened his mouth to ask a few more questions when he spotted Treize in the back room. “Thank you for the water, Honor.” Heero set down his glass and head for Treize.
“Why Heero-kun, I’m surprised to see you here.”
“Why does your store say you’re closed, and why the hell don’t you want to see me?” Treize starred slack-jawed at Heero.
“Who told you I didn’t want to see you?” Treize peeked into the store front and glared at Honor, who hid sheepishly.
“No one, I just assumed it.”
“Well, I never said it.” Treize’s eye twitched slightly as he replied, but Heero let it go unnoticed. “So, do you need something? I have some new items I believe you might be interested in.”
“No. I want to know how high my synch level is with this gigai.”
“Hmm, that’ll take a an hour or two to get accurate readings. Would you like the easy quick reading, or the more accurate?”
“More accurate. I have things I need to ask you while we’re waiting.” Treize nodded his head and led Heero into a secret room, behind the store room, in which they were previously standing. A large needle-like object was stuck into Heero’s body.
“Now we wait.” Treize sat on a crate which was near the chair Heero had occupied. “What is it that you wished to ask me?”
“It’s about memories. Can they be erased?” Heero held his breath, praying that Treize would say no, they couldn’t be erased.
“Completely?”
He was playing with him. Heero could tell, there was an unnatural gleam in the other man’s eyes. “Yes. Can select memories be erased?”
“I know that a few of the scientists in Soul Society have been trying to perfect that technology for mortals so that we can use it instead of performing a memory chikan*. But alas, the technology is still not there. The memories often returned after only a few weeks.” Treize pondered this for a few moments, before adding more. “Though, the last time I heard about that technology was at least seventy years ago.”
Heero’s eyes widened. If that was true, then it was possible that they had improved it to the point where it did work. “So you’re saying that it didn’t work on mortals?”
“Yes. It never worked on them. And, as I said, I’m not sure they ever got it to work.”
“What about on shinigami? Did they ever test it on us?” Again Heero waited anxiously to hear what Treize knew, terrified that his suspicions were true.
“I -- I’m not really allowed to speak of that.” Treize stood and began to walk around the room. “You see, this is a top-secret project, I’m not even supposed to know it exists.”
“But, I had a flashback. Dr. Une asked me if I wanted the procedure. So if it’s top-secret why did she risk the chance of my saying ‘no.’ Which I did.” Heero was puzzled, why would Dr. Une be so reckless? She was always so precise and careful. This whole situation made absolutely no sense to Heero.
“She asked you that?” Treize turned and gazed at Heero, an odd expression on his face. Now, Heero wondered just how much Treize knew about what was going on; he appeared to know much about the memory erasing, but the expression which he held on his flawless face, told Heero that maybe there were some things which he didn't know.
“Yes. I don’t remember everything. Last night, I had a dream, well I thought it was a dream. But, everything could have actually happened.” Heero sighed, his heart growing heavier by the second. He needed to speak with someone who had taken part in this memory. Perhaps Captain Akimori, but for some reason, Heero’s stomach turned at the thought of talking with her about his memory loss.
“Interesting. I’ll have to speak with Une about this. Maybe she can help you.” Treize grinned at Heero causing a shiver to run down his spine.
“You know something ... don’t you.”
“I know only what I hear from my two girls. They keep in touch with Soul Society for me. Since I’m no longer allowed up there.”
Heero gazed down at his feet, completely crushed that he was going to leave with no new knowledge. “Thanks for your help.”
“I don’t give it for free. You have to buy something now.” Treize smiled his most charming of smiles, and then proceeded to sell his wares to Heero, who only bought a rose for Duo. “I was hoping you would buy something more expensive.” Treize pouted as he began to put away everything he had dragged out to show Heero.
“This is all he needs.” Heero twirled the red rose with his fingers, he was unaware of the bright smile which was slowly creeping its way across his face.
“‘He’? Who is this that you speak of?”
“No one.” Heero grumbled; he didn’t mean to allow that to slip. Although, Heero felt that Treize already knew that he had fallen in love with the man he had been told to watch.
“I can tell you about that.” Heero hungrily took the bate which Treize fed him.
“About what?”
“About your mission. Haven’t you wondered why you’ve not been contacted by anyone?”
“What do you mean? Trowa and Quatre contacted me yesterday.”
“No. Not that. You’ve been on one case for a year now. Don’t you find that odd?”
“Well, I never really thought much about it. It was my mission.” Heero was confused. Why was Treize bringing up his mission? Center 46 had sent the briefing to Aya, who then passed it on to ... Trowa. Wait, that was odd, why was an underling giving him a mission? Why wasn’t his captain? “Are you saying I was given a false mission? But, they knew where I was ... so why didn’t someone --?” Heero’s voice trailed off as reality hit him. There was something going on, and it had to be related to his missing memories.
“Who gave you the mission? It was Trowa, correct?” Treize received a nod from Heero. “My, yes, that is odd. A fourth ranked shinigami giving a third ranked shinigami his mission briefing. Very odd indeed.”
Heero was getting tired of Treize’s nonchalant attitude. “Tell me what you know. Now.” He was trying to keep his anger from boiling over, but the smirk on Treize’s face only infuriated Heero more.
“I know that your past is directly connected to what is going on now. As for the details, I’m sadly not privy to those. You best ask your captain and Dr. Une for the missing parts.”
“Missing parts? He doesn’t look like he’s missing parts.” A blond girl popped up from behind the crates and gazed at Heero with a curious glint in her sea-green eyes.
“Ah, Kenzie, back from running around are we?” Treize sat down next to where Kenzie was leaning against the crates.
“Yup. Who’s the old guy?” She pointed a small index finger at Heero, who thought that she was as polite as Duo.
“This is Heero. He’s a shinigami.”
“Cool. Where’s Honor?” Kenzie hoisted herself over the the crate and landed on Heero’s foot. Heero winced in pain, but kept his mouth clamped shut. “Huh?” Kenzie looked down and noticed she was standing on the shinigami’s foot. “Sorry.” She moved and then turned to go to the front of the store.
“Kenzie ...” Treize began in a warning tone. “I need your report.”
“There’s nothing to report. It’s very quite out there actually. No Hollow activity.” The girl shrugged and then ran through the doorway, screaming for her friend.
“How old are they?” Heero asked, very curious.
“I’ve forgotten, they’re not like us. Nor are they human.”
Heero stared after Kenzie, wondering what exactly those two girls were. While he was contemplating their age and origins, the timer for his test sounded. Treize gently pulled the gage out of Heero’s arm and checked it.
“You should have no problems leaving your gigai.”
“Really?” Heero was surprised, especially since he and Duo had played with each other the night before. He had thought that since he had used his body in such a manner that he could be linked with the gigai more so than normal.
“So, you’re going back?” Treize threw the gage in a garbage bag and escorted Heero to the front of the store.
“Yes, I am.” Heero watched as the two girls played some sort of tag-game. A white-flash of pain in his head caused him to double over. “W-why is my head always doing this?” Heero sat down on the floor, still holding his throbbing head. He tried to look up at the girls who were now both rushing over to him.
“Heero-kun. Hold on!” Treize’s voice sounded as if it was drifting to Heero’s ears through a long tunnel. Soon everything began to go black, and Heero passed out.
“Hey!! Heeeeeee-chan!” Heero found himself on the wrong end of a tackle; his mouth full of hair and dirt. “Caught ya!” A happy chuckle spilled forth from the body pinning Heero’s own to the ground.
“Get off.”
“Nope.” The body above wiggled.
“Off, NOW!” Heero pushed playfully and the weight shifted off of his back. Heero smiled as he turned to face his friend, the one person who had always been there for him.
“Heero-kun. Are you alright?” Heero mentally shook himself as he realized that he was staring into Treize’s face. His heart sank as Heero realized that he had not seen the face of the one which had seemed so important to him.
“I’m fine.”
“Thank goodness.” Little Honor rocked back on her heels and stood. “We were worried because you just collapsed backwards.”
“Yeah, you sure did hit your head good. It made an icky noise.” Kenzie scrunched up her nose as she imitated the sound.
“Thanks for demonstrating that, Kenzie.” Treize patted her lightly on the head. “Can you stand Heero-kun?”
“Yes.” Heero stood and teetered slightly. “I’m okay.” He brushed off the hands which reached out to help him.
“Heero-kun, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to come back here.” Heero nodded and left the shop.
Duo was sitting on the couch watching television when Heero arrived home. Heero was curious as to why Duo was home and not with WuFei. “What happened to WuFei?”
“He’s throwing himself off the highest building in town.” Duo droned as he flipped uninterested through the channels.
“Oh.” With a somewhat blank expression, Heero sat down next to Duo, who was beginning to chuckle.
“You believed me!?” Duo’s whole body shook with his humor. “He’s just being melodramatic. He’ll be fine tomorrow -- promise.” Heero gazed at Duo, happy to have him by his side again. “You look like you want something.” Duo’s eyes held a mischievous glint in them which surprised Heero with how much it excited him.
“Maybe.” Heero decided to play along.
“Hmm. Maybe this ...” Duo leaned over and began to nibble gently at Heero’s earlobe.
“No.” Heero used his best serious tone, it was very difficult for him to suppress his amusement; he decided he liked playing.
“Well, how about this ...” Duo’s next target was Heero’s neck. He found a small spot on his neck which was still slightly red from his nipping from the night before. Heero tried to keep a groan locked inside, but it slipped out unintentionally. “Seems like that might be it.” Duo teased.
“No.” Duo braced himself against Heero’s chest with his hand. He looked at Heero as if he was trying to read deep within him to find the answer to this mock quest. Duo smiled brightly after a few seconds and slipped his arms around Heero.
“Maybe this is what you want.” Duo’s warm mouth gently melded with Heero’s inviting lips. Heero eased the two of them down, allowing Duo to remain on top. Duo slid his hand up Heero’s now loosened shirt; he ran his hand over Heero’s sensitive nubs, eliciting sparks of pleasure to streak throughout his lover’s body.
Heero threaded his hand through the thick locks of Duo’s hair. Their lips slid seductively together; Heero thrust his tongue into Duo’s hot mouth, stroking a fire more passionate than the previous kisses. Duo’s body began to rub against Heero’s, the heat in their groins burned through their clothes into the other’s body. “Heero,” Duo panted. “I want you.”
That simple phrase was like dumping ice water on Heero. He turned his head from Duo, keeping his mouth from the other boy’s. “I -- I’m sorry, Duo ... I --” As Heero was about to explain his action, the phone rang. The two looked at one another, wondering who the caller was.
Duo pushed himself up and walked over to the phone. “Hello?” He listened carefully, a slow look of horror forming on his face as the person on the other end spoke.
Heero walked over to Duo, beginning to worry about him as he was starting to look very pale. “Duo ...” Duo held up his hand in a motion telling Heero to be quiet for a moment.
“Alright, I’ll be there in a few moments.” Duo hung up the phone and ran into the hallway. He sat down at the small step leading to the door.
“What’s wrong?” Heero was very worried, after all, he had never seen Duo look so serious before. “It’s not WuFei is it?”
“No.” Duo swallowed hard, Heero could tell that he was fighting tears. “It’s ... it’s my Dad. He collapsed at work. He’s in the hospital now.”
“I’ll go with you.” Heero quickly shoved his feet into his loafers and followed Duo out the door.
Duo sat by his father’s hospital bed. The respirator clicked and hissed, making the only noise in the room. Heero was concerned, not only for Duo’s father, but for Duo himself. He hadn’t moved since they had arrived and been allowed into the room. That was at least five hours earlier. Heero hadn’t dared to say anything, fearing that it would upset Duo. So there they had sat, in complete silence. Of course the silence had allowed Heero to think about some things, such as Soul Society, and his return trip. He was going to go back by himself first; then he was coming for Duo. There were questions which he needed answered and he needed to prepare everyone for the arrival of a non-academy trained shinigami.
“Heero,” Duo’s voice was slightly horse and scratchy sounding; he was obviously still holding back his emotions and fears.
“Yes?”
“I can’t go with you.” Duo looked at his father as he spoke to Heero, his eyes an overly bright indigo. Duo was holding back tears.
“I understand.” Heero sighed, and gazed down at his intwined fingers. “I’ll go back by myself. But I will come back here.” Heero raised his head and stared into Duo’s eyes, the tears which had been held at bay were beginning to fall. “I promise. I’ll always return to you.”
*Memory Chikan: An action which swaps a person's memory with a randomly selected new one.
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