Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Retribution ❯ Chapter 27

 

Title: Retribution

Genre: violence, abuse, mention of abuse, language, death (none of the guys….I don't think), attempted/mentioned NCS, gore, graphic, supernatural, on-going-ness, crossdressing, lemons, and limes (for other parts), yaoi, yuri, politics, self insertions, angst, etc

Summary: Two groups of thieves find themselves drawn together through betrayal and lies.

Rating: R

Disclaimers: Give me a break. The friggin title isn't even mine. Its ShadowKano (THANK YOU CHICA!!!). So how in the hell would you think that GW's well created characters are mine? Yeah, you feel smart don't ya? Just read the damn fic. :-P

Pairing: 1x1, 2x2, 3x3, 4x4, 5x5, 6x6…you get the idea…1x2/2x1, 3x4, 5x6(x13), Talim x Shai x (maybe a third bishie), SxN, HxR, 1xR (one sided)…..the guys are gonna sleep around until they get to their respective partners.

 

Chapter 27:

 

“Gotta admit, I've wanted to kick your ass ever since we got caught.” Duo confessed rolling his shoulders. He bounced experimentally on the balls of his feet testing his body against the gravity. It felt less pressing. Fluidly, he bent down stretching his hamstrings and calves.

 

“Likewise.” Heero grumbled stretching his arms thoroughly. He winced as he came to the bruise he'd gotten from being thrown. It was nothing he couldn't live through.

 

Stretching done, the two combatants put up their guards. Heero raised an eyebrow as Duo started moving his arms almost mesmerizing around himself. The way he moved reminded him a lot of the 21st century b-movie featuring Jet Li when Jet was fighting his evil counterpart from another dimension. He snorted mentally telling himself he should really stop Talim from convincing him to watch such things.

 

Duo stopped moving letting his hands come to a stop in front of him—his right a little further ahead of his left. “Ready?”

 

Heero nodded curtly completely dropping his guard. He glared challengingly at the braided teen before surging forward. His feet moved rapidly against the cool grass. Blades detached from the ground and flew up in his wake until he was almost on top of his opponent.

 

Duo took that time to do a floorsweep kick missing as the Japanese teen jumped up to avoid it. He watched the other boy fly over his head with his momentum then quickly kicked back. The arch of his kick should've been impossible for any other person. Instead, it was delivered expertly making an arch from the ground up. His foot connected with Heero's chin sending him reeling. His back hit the ground but he didn't stay there long.

 

The Japanese teen kicked to his feet quickly returning a kick of his own. It met with nothing but air as Duo ducked into a split. Quickly, he closed his feet to put him a pushup position. Within seconds he was back on his feet and cutting to Heero's left.

 

Heero watched him carefully and marveled at the way the other thief could run with his chest inches from the ground. He was caught slightly off guard when the braided AmJasonan rushed him taking his arm then turning direction quickly to throw him over his shoulder. He gritted his teeth as his body was pulled against the boy's back. Instinctively, his hand went to grip the teen's shirt to keep himself from being thrown.

 

Duo grunted and pushed more of his weight into the throw. Heero finally went over twisting in the air to land on his feet instead of his back as intended.

 

Heero used the momentum to pull Duo into a throw of his own. He turned quickly mirroring the other's move putting a little more power into it.

 

“Yeahhhhh!!” Duo shouted as he was thrown through the air into another sparring match. The combatants of the match paused in their blows to look in his direction. One of the larger men smirked in amusement as the boy came flying through the air.

 

Duo hit the ground a little harder than he was used to but managed to brace himself on his forearms. He pushed up shakily craning his head to glare over his shoulder.

 

Heero only smirked back from where he stood working the cramp out of his forearm.

 

“Oh this is war.”

 

“Good.”

 

***

 

“You'll regret your request.” Serpent hissed angrily. He glared at he defiant red eyed man standing a few inches away from him.

 

“We're just sparring but if you want to turn it into more than by all means, do it.” Chef countered bowing deeply before jumping back avoiding the blow he knew was coming. He smirked rebelliously bringing his hand and hook to his chest. “Should we begin?”

 

“I'll tear out your heart and feed it to you.”

 

The younger man watched as the other approached. A cold chill of anticipation ran down his spine as he watched the look in the slit yellow eyes change. Without a second thought, he spun kicking his leg up high. Serpent went to block only to see the blow fall short and quickly turn into a sharp blow to his abdomen. He doubled over from the force but made no sounds.

 

Chef gritted his teeth as his knuckles scraped against the man's abs. It was like punching a brick wall. He watched out the corner of his eye as the man doubled over. For a second he felt a surge of triumph only to have it turn into anxiety as the man grinned disturbingly.

 

“You'll have to do better than that!” Serpent countered by twirling quickly and kneeing the man in the chest. Chef grunted feeling his breath leave him all at once. He staggered back with is opponent following close behind him.

 

“Shit!” The young thief cursed vehemently as Serpent swiped at him with nails that seemed longer than they were before. He hissed in pain as the nails cut into his flesh leaving clean cuts along his collarbone.

 

“What's the matter boy?! Can't handle what you started?!” Serpent taunted. He reared back his other hand ready for another blow this time closer to the youth's jugular when a body collided with his back. The impact caused him to misstep and almost fall. He regained his footing quickly and spun around. “Infidel!!” He shouted angrily down at the youth at his feet.

 

“Infi-what?!” Talim shouted back in surprise ready to get to his feet. He was stopped by the man's clawed hand grabbing him by the collar. He yelped as he was picked up easily and slung through the air. His body collided with Chef at full speed sending them both to the ground.

 

“Traitorous vile worms!” Serpent continued to shout. His eyes were wide and completely white with rage. He stalked forward slowly and deliberately fist balled at his side. Blood dripped steadily from his palms as he moved.

 

*

Duo and Heero paused in their match to look towards Chef and Talim. “What the hell?” They said in unison as he watched Heero's distraught teammate stalk towards them.

 

“That can't be good.” Duo stated. Heero grunted agreement. At an unspoken mark they took off running in that direction.

 

 

TBC….

 

A/N: I'm back!! I've found a different internet access type place aka my boyfriend's computer. Hopefully I'll have my own computer and internet supply before the summer is over. If not…things are going to be a little slow….