Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Pieces of a Puzzle ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )
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By: siberianknight 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.02.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.9K | Visits: 405 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.02.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.9K | Visits: 405 | Status: Completed
Author's Notes: I fixed the big problem with Heero. He now acts male once again. It was a big surprise when I wrote it then proof-read it. So obviously, I couldn't post a chapter that had a wimpy Heero in it.
I just wanted to let everyone know that if you are really really anxious about getting to read the next chapter, or see how far along I am, you can visit my livejournal. siberianknight.livejournal.com I post the rough versions of the chapters there and you can get an idea usually of how far along I am on the chapter. Or you can just say hi if you want. I don't really mind. I just thought I'd let everyone know about that.
--Siberianknight
Warnings: Language, a touch of voyeurism, and of course sap
Status: COMPLETE
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Hee ro left the rose he had purchased for Duo at the foot of his father’s hospital bed. He knew that he couldn’t give Duo anything more than the rose and his promise. Heero desperately needed to find out who this person was that was haunting his every waking moment. Otherwise, his relationship with Duo was going to fail, simply because he felt as if part of his heart and soul were attached to some else.
Heero met Trowa and Quatre that night in front of Duo’s home. “Where’s Duo-kun?” Quatre queried while looking around, a puzzled expression fixed upon his cherubic-like face.
“His father’s ill. He’ll be staying here for a while, but I’m going back now. I’ll come back for him.” Heero’s uniform was black once again. All of his powers had restored themselves, and he once again was a powerful shinigami.
“Are you ready, then?” Trowa asked quietly.
“Yes.”
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Soul Society felt the same as it always did whenever Heero would return. Large and lonely. Heero walked into his room and looked at the bed. It was a large double bed, very inefficient for a single person, but Heero could never bring himself to get rid of the bed. He now knew why. He and the person he loved above all others, had shared that bed.
“Heero! I heard you had returned!” Heero turned to see his captain standing in the doorway.
“Captain.” Heero’s greeting was blunt and unemotional. He hadn’t wanted to see Aya first; Dr. Une was the one he wished to speak with before all others, but naturally Aya had run to his side the moment she heard he had returned.
“I was beginning to worry about you. Trowa told me that Center 46 had sent you on a long expedition, and that there was no way to contact you. So I waited for you to come back, feeling like a complete failure as a captain because I had no idea where you were. Finally two months ago I decided to go to the Center and ask them. They told me they had never sent you on such a mission. Could you explain this to me please?” Aya’s arms were crossed against her small chest; her sandaled foot was tapping against the tatami mat. She apparently was agitated with him, Heero thought.
“I can’t. I have no idea who originally created the order that I be sent to Japan to watch over a high-spirit level high schooler.”
“Huh?” Aya’s face contorted in a confused expression. “What high schooler?”
“Oh. That was where I was. In Japan watching a kid. Didn’t Trowa tell you that?”
“No. So that’s what you were doing.” Aya was looking at Heero with worry heavy in her brown eyes. “I’m concerned Heero.”
“About what? It’s not like there’s been much Hollow activity, and I’m sure the others were able to take care of any Plusses that were found.” Heero was becoming aggravated with his captain; all he wanted to do was go and see Dr. Une, then get some rest.
“Are you feeling well?” Aya reached out to place her wrist on Heero’s forehead, who backed away.
“I’m fine, Aya.”
“Hmm ... It’s just -- that, well you weren’t feeling well before you left.”
Not feeling well? Heero had not been feeling anything, he had turned into a machine who’s sole purpose was to fulfill his missions. Now he was actually feeling things, and Aya was becoming very close to making Heero throw her out of his room. “I’m fine.” Somehow, Heero had managed to keep a steady calm voice when he answered her.
Aya looked a little disappointed with his answer. “Well, I was just worried is all. I’m only trying to help you.”
“Thank you.” Heero tried to smile, but he knew that Aya could tell it had been forced. Aya left, a fretful look still upon her small face. Heero fell backwards onto the bed, he shut his eyes and decided that he would see Dr. Une later. His thoughts drifted to Duo and wondered how Duo’s father was faring. Soon sleep found him, and for a change, Heero had no dreams of the past.
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Dr. Une’s office was located several blocks away from where Heero lived. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” Dr. Une smiled and gestured to a chair, so Heero could sit.
“I have some things that I need to ask you. I need your complete cooperation in answering them.” Heero hoped that his serious nature indicated the importance of Une’s answers. She nodded, obviously she was frightened by Heero. “Good. First, I want to know ... did someone erase my memories.”
“What!?” Dr. Une jumped from her chair and slammed her palms down onto her desk. “How -- how could you ... It’s impossible. No one knows that it ... that it works.”
“I know. Because I think someone used it on me.”
Une sat, and composed herself. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have ... exploded. You see, it was top secret. Only myself and Center 46 knows about it. You see, it only works on shinigami ... but that’s not the group we were aiming for. We wanted to use it on mortals, and we wanted it to be safe for them. That way if a rookie messed up ...”
“There would be an easy believable fix.”
“Exactly.” Une sighed and rubbed her temples. “However, it became apparent that it was somewhat harmful to humans. So we canned the project. -- Although, I did hear a rumor that one of the scientists was playing around with it. Just trying to see if they could fix it, so it would be useable.” Une pulled out a file from her desk and handed it to Heero. “It’s all in there. Every step of the project. As you can see it was even used on a few shinigami, but it never worked well on them. They would forget and then years later ... it would all come back to them. In fact, if you would like, you could talk to them.”
Heero thumbed through the large file. “Why are you being so helpful? I would think that this could possibly cause you to lose your job ... telling me information that is top secret.”
“Because ... I saw you through your pain.”
“Huh?” Heero gazed up at Une. “My -- pain?”
Une looked down at her desk then back at Heero, a sad expression on her face. “I didn’t blame you, Heero. It wasn’t your fault. But you never forgave yourself.”
“Huh?” Heero was unsure what he should ask. He hadn’t remembered anything like this, there were no memories of something being ‘his fault’. “What are you talking about? What wasn’t my fault?”
“Well ...” The door opened slightly and Une’s secretary’s head popped in through the crack.
“Dr. Une, Marquis wishes to see you. It’s very important.”
“Thank you.” Une stood and walked to the door. “I’m sorry, Heero. You’ll have to come back.” Heero sat and fumed for a few moments after the good doctor had left. He needed some answers, he now had more questions.
“Maybe I should speak with Trowa.” With his new plan, Heero stood and set off to find Trowa, who was most likely with Quatre.
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“Trowa!&rd quo; Heero meandered through the woods, trying to find Trowa. He knew he was there somewhere, after all it had been Quatre’s sister who had told him so, and she had no reason to lie to Heero. After walking for a while, Heero heard hushed voices coming from behind a small row of brush.
He peered over the underbrush; he quickly averted his eyes as he realized that the hushed voices had been moans ... not words. His face felt as if it was on fire, Heero knew he was blushing. He decided to just wait until they had finished. So he stood, leaning against a tree, but soon the noises began to escalate in volume. Heero’s curiosity was trying to get the best of him. He wanted to peek, but he knew that was rude. He most definitely wouldn’t want someone peering on him and Duo in a private moment. Would he? Heero sighed, he probably would care much. He walked quietly over to the brush and peeked over after the sounds of lovemaking had ceased. Trowa and Quatre were snuggled together, completely devoid of any clothing. They were speaking quietly to each other, the rush of passion still evident in their eyes. Duo’s face flashed before Heero’s mind; he missed him.
Heero shifted his weight and a twig snapped beneath his foot. He began to flee, but Trowa’s voice stopped him. “Heero? What are you doing out here?”
Heero turned around, caught. “I came to speak with you.”
Trowa emerged from the bushes, still tugging on his kimono. “About what? Is it Duo? I checked on him earlier. He’s fine and so his is dad.”
“That’s good, but it’s not about that. I want to know. I want know everything ... I’m tired of only having flashes.”
“Heero-kun,” Quatre moved to stand beside Trowa. “Are you certain about this? You went through much pain and suffering.”
“Quatre’s right, Heero. We were all so worried about you. You just shut down, but what was odd, was the fact that after months of suffering alone, you suddenly decided to work again.”
Heero looked at his two friends; he didn’t care how bad whatever it was that everyone was hiding from him, he wanted to know. “I want to know. I think the reason that happened was that my memory was erased. I don’t remember anything.”
Trowa glanced around the woods to see if there was anyone nearby. "This place has ears. Let’s plan to meet elsewhere.”
“Our secret place?” Quatre suggested.
“That’s perfect. Tomorrow at dawn. We’ll all meet there, and Heero, tell no one of this.”
Heero was puzzled by this comment, but he agreed and then left for his home. Tomorrow, he would learn everything ... he hoped.
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Trowa was sitting on the large rock which over looked the section of Rukongai in which they had grown up. Heero walked up and gazed across the expanse of the slum. “Amazing that we survived.” Trowa mused quietly.
“I don’t remember it.” Heero realized quietly. Everything up to that point, had been only shadows of memories. He knew where he had come from, but he remembered nothing about the events of his life. It was obvious that someone had tinkered with his mind.
“Someone obviously didn’t want you remembering him.”
“Huh?” Heero sat on the rock next to Trowa and Quatre. Despite the fact that he felt prepared for this, his heart still raced and he was slightly terrified by what Trowa was going to tell him.
“Get comfortable, this is going to take a while.” Trowa began in the beginning when the three of them had first met in Rukongai.
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“Thief!! ” An old haggard man ran after a chocolate haired boy, who had stolen an onigiri from the his cart.
“Oh, pipe down old man, no one gives a fuck. Things get stolen every day here ... get used to it.” Another boy shoved the man against a wall, which allowed the younger boy to escape. His braid swayed as he himself turned and ran after the boy. Duo was a lanky thirteen year old, who had been living in this particular area of Rukongai for about ten years. Like most, he couldn’t remember how he died, or who his parents and family were. Duo had taken his name when his best friend, Solo, had passed on when he was but six.
Solo had been amazed that a three year old had managed to survive the hardships of life in the Rukongai streets. He had been everything to Duo, and when Solo died, Duo felt as if he had as well. Always making the best out of a situation, however, was Duo’s specialty, and having spiritual power while living in the slums was a big help. The only drawback was that he needed food, and that other boy had practically wiped out the old man’s cart of onigiri. Duo was now determined to get some for himself.
He finally caught up with the little punk a good ten blocks from where the cart and the old man had been. “There you are.” Duo panted; he needed food, he had already gone without for a day and a half. His stomach was empty and he was nearly out of spiritual power.
The boy gazed up at Duo, deep blue eyes narrowing in an intense glare.
“I don’t want you to give them back. I just want one.” Duo held out his hand, but the other boy turned to protect his spoils from Duo. His glare intensified. Duo chuckled impatiently, he was becoming a little annoyed with this boy. He forced a smile and sat down. “Please?” He gritted out through his clinched teeth. The boy stood and ran down the alleyway. Duo hung his head in misery. “Fuck.” He pulled himself to his feet and ran after the boy.
Duo chased him for blocks before the boy lost him. “Why me?” He was completely exhausted, and he knew that if he went any further that he would die from lack of spiritual power. He, however, was in luck. The boy peered around the corner at the end of the alley. Duo’s back was to him, and he looked as if he was about to collapse. Glancing down at his onigiri, the boy sighed.
“If you want one, I’ll give you one.” Duo turned around to see the boy standing before him, his hand outstretched with one of the onigiri perched upon his open hand.
Duo stared at the food as if it were a mirage. “You’re really giving this to me?” He was drooling, but at the moment he didn’t really care if he appeared to be a wild animal or not ... he was hungry.
The boy grunted with impatience. “If you don’t want it, I’ll just give it to Trowa too.” His voice was nearly monotone, Duo noted. In fact, the boy was scary.
“I want it.” Duo took the food and shoved it unceremoniously into his gaping mouth. He chewed a few times, and then his stomach turned. He had bit into an ume boshi. Gagging, Duo spit out the onigiri onto the ground. “I hate ume boshi!” He began whining, the boy thought he sounded as if he were dying from eating the pickled plumb.
“Sorry.” The boy smirked. Duo couldn’t believe that the boy actually had the nerve to smirk over his discomfort. He had a very delicate palate when it came to things like that, and he couldn’t help that pickled items made him gag.
“You’re a mean little bastard, aren’t you. You knew that was in there ... I know you did!” Duo’s face was an inch from the boy’s, yet the boy never flinched, no matter how much Duo yelled. “Don’t just stand there with a blank expression on your face, goddammit! Say something!” Duo grabbed the boy’s shirt and lifted him slightly off the ground. The boy’s answer was a glare. He very calmly lifted his hand up and wrapped his fingers around Duo’s wrist, then applied pressure. Duo yanked his hand away and rubbed the red spot which was now forming. “What are you?”
“I’m just a boy. And you seem to be feeling better, so I’m leaving now.” The boy turned and began to walk away, but was stopped by Duo’s voice.
“What’s your name?”
“I don’t have one. Trowa calls me Boy.” The boy’s eyes held a sadness deep within their depths that mirrored Duo’s own. This boy was as lonely as he was.
“Mind if I tag along?”
“Do what you like.” On the walk to the house, Duo was the only one who spoke. In fact, Duo rambled the entire time. The place which the boy called home was a rickety wooden structure crammed between two other buildings which looked as if they were on the brink of collapse. “I’m home.” The boy announced as he opened the door.
Duo stepped inside, and looked around. The house was only one room; there was an ancient table and chairs set in the middle of the small space, with a stove to the left and bed rolls to the right. “Cheery.” Duo quipped as he sat at the table.
“It’s all we can do. Most kids our age end up dead over shelter. You should know that, Duo Maxwell.” Duo looked uneasily at the other man who was sitting at the table, gray-green eyes peered out at him from behind auburn bangs.
“How do you know my name?”
“I know all the kids names around here who have spiritual power. That’s how I found him.” Trowa pointed to the boy who was sitting on the bed roll, eating his onigiri and watching Duo intently. He was still glaring.
“Does he always glare?”
“Yes. It’s a habit of his, but it protects him ... along with his strength.” While Trowa ate his onigiri, he studied Duo. “How old are you?”
“I’m thirteen. You?”
“I’m fifteen and he’s twelve. Look, why don’t you stay with us?”
Duo was genuinely surprised by Trowa’s offer, but he wasn’t so sure that the boy was as happy about the suggestion. “Stay here?”
“Yes. We could use some more help here, as far as getting food goes and training to get into the Shinigami Academy.”
“If it’s okay with grumpy-ass over there, then ... yeah.”
Trowa turned to the boy. “Boy, is it alright with you if Duo stays?”
“Hmf.” The boy stood and walked outside, but before he left, he glared one last time at Duo.
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The two young boys grew close in the following years. Duo taught him how to play and be a kid, while the boy taught Duo how to fight properly and to concentrate his spiritual energy. The boy also had one other passion. It was art. He was an exceptional artist, and discovered that Duo was as well. This commonality joined the two together, and opened up the communication pathway to the boy for Duo.
One warm summer day, Duo and the boy were sitting at the dock on the river which ran past their section of Rukongai. They were sixteen and fifteen respectively. “Say, ya know something?”
“Hm?” The boy looked at Duo, who had a far-off expression about his face.
“I was just thinking the other day, that I hadn’t really had any friends since Solo died. That was until you and Trowa took me in.”
“Ah.” The boy looked back out at the still water. The sun bounced playfully across the surface, only being broken by the occasional fish popping up to feed.
“Listen, I was thinking about your name -- Boy -- it doesn’t fit. So I was thinking --” A loud moan caught Duo’s attention; it was coming from below the dock. “Did you hear that?”
“Yeah.” The two boys were both curious, especially since the moans were becoming more and more like groans by the second. They walked down to beneath the pier and hid behind one of the support columns. A young man and woman were intwined upon a blanket, lost in the heat of passion. The two boys watched, the scene affecting them physically. As the couple became more amorous, the boy began to feel uncomfortable watching. “Duo, we shouldn’t be watching.”
“Shhh ...” Duo’s face was flushed and his eyes looked darker than normal. A small squeak escaped from Duo’s closed mouth. The boy looked at him puzzled, and then he noticed a small wet stain on Duo’s pants. He rolled his eyes.
“Come on Duo.” The boy grabbed Duo’s arm and dragged him away.
After they were a safe distance from the couple, Duo regained his senses. “Geeze, it was just getting good, too.” Duo plopped down into a sitting position on the ground, his arms crossed against his chest and a small pouty frown plastered on his face.
“It was rude.”
“Aw, come on!” Duo looked the other boy up and down. “Are you going to say it didn’t affect you any!? Are you really male?”
“I have better control over myself. That’s all.” He joined Duo on the ground. “And ... yes ... it did affect me.”
Duo threw his arms wide and gazed into the sky. “I guess I was wrong. You are human.”
“Hmm.” Duo sighed. He never got much out of his friend sometimes. There were moments when he couldn’t get the boy to be quiet, and then others when the only sounds out of him were grunts.
“I have a name for you.” The boy turned a surprised look toward Duo. “Yeah, it’s from everything you’ve done for me. You kinda rescued me in your own twisted way.” Duo gazed over at the boy, at that moment, he had never looked more beautiful to Duo.
Duo had fallen in love with the boy next to him only a few weeks after moving in with him and Trowa. The boy had frustrated him most of the time, but underneath the aggravation was a deep respect and attraction which Duo couldn’t deny. He had decided then that he would be the one to name the boy, but the name had to be appropriate and special.
Duo couldn’t stop staring at the boy’s bottom lip. It was so full and begged to be nibbled on. Duo swallowed before giving his love a name. “Duo?” The boy looked at Duo, who had a wild look in his eyes. It was almost as if he wanted to eat him.
“What?” Duo asked a little breathless. “Oh ... right, your name. Since you saved me, I decided that your name should be Heero.”
“Okay.” Heero nodded and accepted the name with ease, which made Duo a little ruffled.
“That’s it. I name you and all you say is, ‘okay’?”
“What else do you want me to say?”
Duo groaned in frustration. “Maybe you could’ve done this ...” Duo pressed his lips firmly against Heero’s. Heero’s eyes widened with surprise, then slowly slid shut as Duo began to gently slide his tender lips against Heero’s. “Heero ...” Duo whispered against Heero’s mouth.
“Hm?” Heero was captivated by Duo’s indigo eyes, which were glowing with love.
“Are you mad at me?”
“No.”
Duo smirked. “Promise me you won’t do this with anyone else.” Heero promised by kissing Duo again. The kiss was still as innocent as the first, but there was more feeling behind the pressure which each boy applied. Duo caught Heero’s bottom lip between his teeth and gently nipped. Their mouths slid against each other seductively as the boys wrapped their arms around one another and pressed their bodies closer.
“Duo,” Heero whispered this time.
“Hnh?” Duo was becoming seduced by the intoxication which Heero’s mouth was filling his body with.
“Then you have to be my only.”
“Your only?” Duo grinned and squeezed Heero tightly. “I’ve always been your only.” The two boys laid down on the grassy bank under a weeping willow and held each other until sunset. “Say, Heero,”
“Hm?”
“Let’s make this our special place. A place just for us.”
Heero grinned. “I like that.” Duo smiled and kissed Heero’s cheek then settled his head against Heero’s shoulder.
Legal stuf ... Bleach and Gundam Wing don't belong to me, they belong to Kubo Tite, Hajime Yadate and Yoshiyuki Tomino respectively. geovisit();
I just wanted to let everyone know that if you are really really anxious about getting to read the next chapter, or see how far along I am, you can visit my livejournal. siberianknight.livejournal.com I post the rough versions of the chapters there and you can get an idea usually of how far along I am on the chapter. Or you can just say hi if you want. I don't really mind. I just thought I'd let everyone know about that.
--Siberianknight
Warnings: Language, a touch of voyeurism, and of course sap
Status: COMPLETE
Hee ro left the rose he had purchased for Duo at the foot of his father’s hospital bed. He knew that he couldn’t give Duo anything more than the rose and his promise. Heero desperately needed to find out who this person was that was haunting his every waking moment. Otherwise, his relationship with Duo was going to fail, simply because he felt as if part of his heart and soul were attached to some else.
Heero met Trowa and Quatre that night in front of Duo’s home. “Where’s Duo-kun?” Quatre queried while looking around, a puzzled expression fixed upon his cherubic-like face.
“His father’s ill. He’ll be staying here for a while, but I’m going back now. I’ll come back for him.” Heero’s uniform was black once again. All of his powers had restored themselves, and he once again was a powerful shinigami.
“Are you ready, then?” Trowa asked quietly.
“Yes.”
Soul Society felt the same as it always did whenever Heero would return. Large and lonely. Heero walked into his room and looked at the bed. It was a large double bed, very inefficient for a single person, but Heero could never bring himself to get rid of the bed. He now knew why. He and the person he loved above all others, had shared that bed.
“Heero! I heard you had returned!” Heero turned to see his captain standing in the doorway.
“Captain.” Heero’s greeting was blunt and unemotional. He hadn’t wanted to see Aya first; Dr. Une was the one he wished to speak with before all others, but naturally Aya had run to his side the moment she heard he had returned.
“I was beginning to worry about you. Trowa told me that Center 46 had sent you on a long expedition, and that there was no way to contact you. So I waited for you to come back, feeling like a complete failure as a captain because I had no idea where you were. Finally two months ago I decided to go to the Center and ask them. They told me they had never sent you on such a mission. Could you explain this to me please?” Aya’s arms were crossed against her small chest; her sandaled foot was tapping against the tatami mat. She apparently was agitated with him, Heero thought.
“I can’t. I have no idea who originally created the order that I be sent to Japan to watch over a high-spirit level high schooler.”
“Huh?” Aya’s face contorted in a confused expression. “What high schooler?”
“Oh. That was where I was. In Japan watching a kid. Didn’t Trowa tell you that?”
“No. So that’s what you were doing.” Aya was looking at Heero with worry heavy in her brown eyes. “I’m concerned Heero.”
“About what? It’s not like there’s been much Hollow activity, and I’m sure the others were able to take care of any Plusses that were found.” Heero was becoming aggravated with his captain; all he wanted to do was go and see Dr. Une, then get some rest.
“Are you feeling well?” Aya reached out to place her wrist on Heero’s forehead, who backed away.
“I’m fine, Aya.”
“Hmm ... It’s just -- that, well you weren’t feeling well before you left.”
Not feeling well? Heero had not been feeling anything, he had turned into a machine who’s sole purpose was to fulfill his missions. Now he was actually feeling things, and Aya was becoming very close to making Heero throw her out of his room. “I’m fine.” Somehow, Heero had managed to keep a steady calm voice when he answered her.
Aya looked a little disappointed with his answer. “Well, I was just worried is all. I’m only trying to help you.”
“Thank you.” Heero tried to smile, but he knew that Aya could tell it had been forced. Aya left, a fretful look still upon her small face. Heero fell backwards onto the bed, he shut his eyes and decided that he would see Dr. Une later. His thoughts drifted to Duo and wondered how Duo’s father was faring. Soon sleep found him, and for a change, Heero had no dreams of the past.
Dr. Une’s office was located several blocks away from where Heero lived. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” Dr. Une smiled and gestured to a chair, so Heero could sit.
“I have some things that I need to ask you. I need your complete cooperation in answering them.” Heero hoped that his serious nature indicated the importance of Une’s answers. She nodded, obviously she was frightened by Heero. “Good. First, I want to know ... did someone erase my memories.”
“What!?” Dr. Une jumped from her chair and slammed her palms down onto her desk. “How -- how could you ... It’s impossible. No one knows that it ... that it works.”
“I know. Because I think someone used it on me.”
Une sat, and composed herself. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have ... exploded. You see, it was top secret. Only myself and Center 46 knows about it. You see, it only works on shinigami ... but that’s not the group we were aiming for. We wanted to use it on mortals, and we wanted it to be safe for them. That way if a rookie messed up ...”
“There would be an easy believable fix.”
“Exactly.” Une sighed and rubbed her temples. “However, it became apparent that it was somewhat harmful to humans. So we canned the project. -- Although, I did hear a rumor that one of the scientists was playing around with it. Just trying to see if they could fix it, so it would be useable.” Une pulled out a file from her desk and handed it to Heero. “It’s all in there. Every step of the project. As you can see it was even used on a few shinigami, but it never worked well on them. They would forget and then years later ... it would all come back to them. In fact, if you would like, you could talk to them.”
Heero thumbed through the large file. “Why are you being so helpful? I would think that this could possibly cause you to lose your job ... telling me information that is top secret.”
“Because ... I saw you through your pain.”
“Huh?” Heero gazed up at Une. “My -- pain?”
Une looked down at her desk then back at Heero, a sad expression on her face. “I didn’t blame you, Heero. It wasn’t your fault. But you never forgave yourself.”
“Huh?” Heero was unsure what he should ask. He hadn’t remembered anything like this, there were no memories of something being ‘his fault’. “What are you talking about? What wasn’t my fault?”
“Well ...” The door opened slightly and Une’s secretary’s head popped in through the crack.
“Dr. Une, Marquis wishes to see you. It’s very important.”
“Thank you.” Une stood and walked to the door. “I’m sorry, Heero. You’ll have to come back.” Heero sat and fumed for a few moments after the good doctor had left. He needed some answers, he now had more questions.
“Maybe I should speak with Trowa.” With his new plan, Heero stood and set off to find Trowa, who was most likely with Quatre.
“Trowa!&rd quo; Heero meandered through the woods, trying to find Trowa. He knew he was there somewhere, after all it had been Quatre’s sister who had told him so, and she had no reason to lie to Heero. After walking for a while, Heero heard hushed voices coming from behind a small row of brush.
He peered over the underbrush; he quickly averted his eyes as he realized that the hushed voices had been moans ... not words. His face felt as if it was on fire, Heero knew he was blushing. He decided to just wait until they had finished. So he stood, leaning against a tree, but soon the noises began to escalate in volume. Heero’s curiosity was trying to get the best of him. He wanted to peek, but he knew that was rude. He most definitely wouldn’t want someone peering on him and Duo in a private moment. Would he? Heero sighed, he probably would care much. He walked quietly over to the brush and peeked over after the sounds of lovemaking had ceased. Trowa and Quatre were snuggled together, completely devoid of any clothing. They were speaking quietly to each other, the rush of passion still evident in their eyes. Duo’s face flashed before Heero’s mind; he missed him.
Heero shifted his weight and a twig snapped beneath his foot. He began to flee, but Trowa’s voice stopped him. “Heero? What are you doing out here?”
Heero turned around, caught. “I came to speak with you.”
Trowa emerged from the bushes, still tugging on his kimono. “About what? Is it Duo? I checked on him earlier. He’s fine and so his is dad.”
“That’s good, but it’s not about that. I want to know. I want know everything ... I’m tired of only having flashes.”
“Heero-kun,” Quatre moved to stand beside Trowa. “Are you certain about this? You went through much pain and suffering.”
“Quatre’s right, Heero. We were all so worried about you. You just shut down, but what was odd, was the fact that after months of suffering alone, you suddenly decided to work again.”
Heero looked at his two friends; he didn’t care how bad whatever it was that everyone was hiding from him, he wanted to know. “I want to know. I think the reason that happened was that my memory was erased. I don’t remember anything.”
Trowa glanced around the woods to see if there was anyone nearby. "This place has ears. Let’s plan to meet elsewhere.”
“Our secret place?” Quatre suggested.
“That’s perfect. Tomorrow at dawn. We’ll all meet there, and Heero, tell no one of this.”
Heero was puzzled by this comment, but he agreed and then left for his home. Tomorrow, he would learn everything ... he hoped.
Trowa was sitting on the large rock which over looked the section of Rukongai in which they had grown up. Heero walked up and gazed across the expanse of the slum. “Amazing that we survived.” Trowa mused quietly.
“I don’t remember it.” Heero realized quietly. Everything up to that point, had been only shadows of memories. He knew where he had come from, but he remembered nothing about the events of his life. It was obvious that someone had tinkered with his mind.
“Someone obviously didn’t want you remembering him.”
“Huh?” Heero sat on the rock next to Trowa and Quatre. Despite the fact that he felt prepared for this, his heart still raced and he was slightly terrified by what Trowa was going to tell him.
“Get comfortable, this is going to take a while.” Trowa began in the beginning when the three of them had first met in Rukongai.
“Thief!! ” An old haggard man ran after a chocolate haired boy, who had stolen an onigiri from the his cart.
“Oh, pipe down old man, no one gives a fuck. Things get stolen every day here ... get used to it.” Another boy shoved the man against a wall, which allowed the younger boy to escape. His braid swayed as he himself turned and ran after the boy. Duo was a lanky thirteen year old, who had been living in this particular area of Rukongai for about ten years. Like most, he couldn’t remember how he died, or who his parents and family were. Duo had taken his name when his best friend, Solo, had passed on when he was but six.
Solo had been amazed that a three year old had managed to survive the hardships of life in the Rukongai streets. He had been everything to Duo, and when Solo died, Duo felt as if he had as well. Always making the best out of a situation, however, was Duo’s specialty, and having spiritual power while living in the slums was a big help. The only drawback was that he needed food, and that other boy had practically wiped out the old man’s cart of onigiri. Duo was now determined to get some for himself.
He finally caught up with the little punk a good ten blocks from where the cart and the old man had been. “There you are.” Duo panted; he needed food, he had already gone without for a day and a half. His stomach was empty and he was nearly out of spiritual power.
The boy gazed up at Duo, deep blue eyes narrowing in an intense glare.
“I don’t want you to give them back. I just want one.” Duo held out his hand, but the other boy turned to protect his spoils from Duo. His glare intensified. Duo chuckled impatiently, he was becoming a little annoyed with this boy. He forced a smile and sat down. “Please?” He gritted out through his clinched teeth. The boy stood and ran down the alleyway. Duo hung his head in misery. “Fuck.” He pulled himself to his feet and ran after the boy.
Duo chased him for blocks before the boy lost him. “Why me?” He was completely exhausted, and he knew that if he went any further that he would die from lack of spiritual power. He, however, was in luck. The boy peered around the corner at the end of the alley. Duo’s back was to him, and he looked as if he was about to collapse. Glancing down at his onigiri, the boy sighed.
“If you want one, I’ll give you one.” Duo turned around to see the boy standing before him, his hand outstretched with one of the onigiri perched upon his open hand.
Duo stared at the food as if it were a mirage. “You’re really giving this to me?” He was drooling, but at the moment he didn’t really care if he appeared to be a wild animal or not ... he was hungry.
The boy grunted with impatience. “If you don’t want it, I’ll just give it to Trowa too.” His voice was nearly monotone, Duo noted. In fact, the boy was scary.
“I want it.” Duo took the food and shoved it unceremoniously into his gaping mouth. He chewed a few times, and then his stomach turned. He had bit into an ume boshi. Gagging, Duo spit out the onigiri onto the ground. “I hate ume boshi!” He began whining, the boy thought he sounded as if he were dying from eating the pickled plumb.
“Sorry.” The boy smirked. Duo couldn’t believe that the boy actually had the nerve to smirk over his discomfort. He had a very delicate palate when it came to things like that, and he couldn’t help that pickled items made him gag.
“You’re a mean little bastard, aren’t you. You knew that was in there ... I know you did!” Duo’s face was an inch from the boy’s, yet the boy never flinched, no matter how much Duo yelled. “Don’t just stand there with a blank expression on your face, goddammit! Say something!” Duo grabbed the boy’s shirt and lifted him slightly off the ground. The boy’s answer was a glare. He very calmly lifted his hand up and wrapped his fingers around Duo’s wrist, then applied pressure. Duo yanked his hand away and rubbed the red spot which was now forming. “What are you?”
“I’m just a boy. And you seem to be feeling better, so I’m leaving now.” The boy turned and began to walk away, but was stopped by Duo’s voice.
“What’s your name?”
“I don’t have one. Trowa calls me Boy.” The boy’s eyes held a sadness deep within their depths that mirrored Duo’s own. This boy was as lonely as he was.
“Mind if I tag along?”
“Do what you like.” On the walk to the house, Duo was the only one who spoke. In fact, Duo rambled the entire time. The place which the boy called home was a rickety wooden structure crammed between two other buildings which looked as if they were on the brink of collapse. “I’m home.” The boy announced as he opened the door.
Duo stepped inside, and looked around. The house was only one room; there was an ancient table and chairs set in the middle of the small space, with a stove to the left and bed rolls to the right. “Cheery.” Duo quipped as he sat at the table.
“It’s all we can do. Most kids our age end up dead over shelter. You should know that, Duo Maxwell.” Duo looked uneasily at the other man who was sitting at the table, gray-green eyes peered out at him from behind auburn bangs.
“How do you know my name?”
“I know all the kids names around here who have spiritual power. That’s how I found him.” Trowa pointed to the boy who was sitting on the bed roll, eating his onigiri and watching Duo intently. He was still glaring.
“Does he always glare?”
“Yes. It’s a habit of his, but it protects him ... along with his strength.” While Trowa ate his onigiri, he studied Duo. “How old are you?”
“I’m thirteen. You?”
“I’m fifteen and he’s twelve. Look, why don’t you stay with us?”
Duo was genuinely surprised by Trowa’s offer, but he wasn’t so sure that the boy was as happy about the suggestion. “Stay here?”
“Yes. We could use some more help here, as far as getting food goes and training to get into the Shinigami Academy.”
“If it’s okay with grumpy-ass over there, then ... yeah.”
Trowa turned to the boy. “Boy, is it alright with you if Duo stays?”
“Hmf.” The boy stood and walked outside, but before he left, he glared one last time at Duo.
The two young boys grew close in the following years. Duo taught him how to play and be a kid, while the boy taught Duo how to fight properly and to concentrate his spiritual energy. The boy also had one other passion. It was art. He was an exceptional artist, and discovered that Duo was as well. This commonality joined the two together, and opened up the communication pathway to the boy for Duo.
One warm summer day, Duo and the boy were sitting at the dock on the river which ran past their section of Rukongai. They were sixteen and fifteen respectively. “Say, ya know something?”
“Hm?” The boy looked at Duo, who had a far-off expression about his face.
“I was just thinking the other day, that I hadn’t really had any friends since Solo died. That was until you and Trowa took me in.”
“Ah.” The boy looked back out at the still water. The sun bounced playfully across the surface, only being broken by the occasional fish popping up to feed.
“Listen, I was thinking about your name -- Boy -- it doesn’t fit. So I was thinking --” A loud moan caught Duo’s attention; it was coming from below the dock. “Did you hear that?”
“Yeah.” The two boys were both curious, especially since the moans were becoming more and more like groans by the second. They walked down to beneath the pier and hid behind one of the support columns. A young man and woman were intwined upon a blanket, lost in the heat of passion. The two boys watched, the scene affecting them physically. As the couple became more amorous, the boy began to feel uncomfortable watching. “Duo, we shouldn’t be watching.”
“Shhh ...” Duo’s face was flushed and his eyes looked darker than normal. A small squeak escaped from Duo’s closed mouth. The boy looked at him puzzled, and then he noticed a small wet stain on Duo’s pants. He rolled his eyes.
“Come on Duo.” The boy grabbed Duo’s arm and dragged him away.
After they were a safe distance from the couple, Duo regained his senses. “Geeze, it was just getting good, too.” Duo plopped down into a sitting position on the ground, his arms crossed against his chest and a small pouty frown plastered on his face.
“It was rude.”
“Aw, come on!” Duo looked the other boy up and down. “Are you going to say it didn’t affect you any!? Are you really male?”
“I have better control over myself. That’s all.” He joined Duo on the ground. “And ... yes ... it did affect me.”
Duo threw his arms wide and gazed into the sky. “I guess I was wrong. You are human.”
“Hmm.” Duo sighed. He never got much out of his friend sometimes. There were moments when he couldn’t get the boy to be quiet, and then others when the only sounds out of him were grunts.
“I have a name for you.” The boy turned a surprised look toward Duo. “Yeah, it’s from everything you’ve done for me. You kinda rescued me in your own twisted way.” Duo gazed over at the boy, at that moment, he had never looked more beautiful to Duo.
Duo had fallen in love with the boy next to him only a few weeks after moving in with him and Trowa. The boy had frustrated him most of the time, but underneath the aggravation was a deep respect and attraction which Duo couldn’t deny. He had decided then that he would be the one to name the boy, but the name had to be appropriate and special.
Duo couldn’t stop staring at the boy’s bottom lip. It was so full and begged to be nibbled on. Duo swallowed before giving his love a name. “Duo?” The boy looked at Duo, who had a wild look in his eyes. It was almost as if he wanted to eat him.
“What?” Duo asked a little breathless. “Oh ... right, your name. Since you saved me, I decided that your name should be Heero.”
“Okay.” Heero nodded and accepted the name with ease, which made Duo a little ruffled.
“That’s it. I name you and all you say is, ‘okay’?”
“What else do you want me to say?”
Duo groaned in frustration. “Maybe you could’ve done this ...” Duo pressed his lips firmly against Heero’s. Heero’s eyes widened with surprise, then slowly slid shut as Duo began to gently slide his tender lips against Heero’s. “Heero ...” Duo whispered against Heero’s mouth.
“Hm?” Heero was captivated by Duo’s indigo eyes, which were glowing with love.
“Are you mad at me?”
“No.”
Duo smirked. “Promise me you won’t do this with anyone else.” Heero promised by kissing Duo again. The kiss was still as innocent as the first, but there was more feeling behind the pressure which each boy applied. Duo caught Heero’s bottom lip between his teeth and gently nipped. Their mouths slid against each other seductively as the boys wrapped their arms around one another and pressed their bodies closer.
“Duo,” Heero whispered this time.
“Hnh?” Duo was becoming seduced by the intoxication which Heero’s mouth was filling his body with.
“Then you have to be my only.”
“Your only?” Duo grinned and squeezed Heero tightly. “I’ve always been your only.” The two boys laid down on the grassy bank under a weeping willow and held each other until sunset. “Say, Heero,”
“Hm?”
“Let’s make this our special place. A place just for us.”
Heero grinned. “I like that.” Duo smiled and kissed Heero’s cheek then settled his head against Heero’s shoulder.
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