Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Battle for Shinigami ❯ A Simple Message ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Naminei 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Action / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.22.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 378 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Action / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.22.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 378 | Status: Work In Progress
It seemed as though the whole house was going to collapse, it was trembling so violently. Quatre was the first to become alarmed, being that it was his money that paid for the elegant abode to begin with. Trowa, being his usual self, merely shrugged it off as another natural occurrence within the safe house. Even Wufei, in the middle of this katas, was writing it off as nothing out of the ordinary. It was only when Heero's meticulous account of his previous mission was interrupted that the rumbling became a serious issue. Slamming down his precious laptop, Heero nearly stormed up the stairs in a rare display of emotion, albeit anger. The three remaining pilots crowded around the base of the stairs, keenly watching Heero's every move as he approached the room that he and Duo shared. Not waiting to knock in his agitation, Heero flung the door open to discover a scantily clad Duo dancing around the room, using his hairbrush as a microphone as he sang along with the song blaring out of the radio.
Duo, realizing that he was no longer alone, sheepishly put down the impromptu microphone and reached over to turn down the radio. Returning his gaze slowly back towards the fuming Heero standing in the doorway, he prepared himself for the worst.
“Is there anything I can do for you Heero?” he nearly whispered. Heero merely stood there, his eyes trained on Duo, no doubt boring holes in his forehead. Duo shivered under the intense stare that he was receiving, and began to fidget. “Uhh... Heero? I know that you came up here for a reason... and I'm sorry about the music being so loud... so, uhh... bye?”
“Duo.”
“Yeah Heero?”
“Are those my boxers?” Duo's face flushed a deep crimson as he realized that he was standing in the middle of what used to be his tidy bed, hair flying everywhere from his frantic dancing, and to top it all off, he was clad in only a pair of Heero's boxers. And they were Heero's favorite pair none the less. Scanning the room and finding no feasible escape route, Duo once again glanced at Heero with trepidation.
“Heh heh. It's a funny story Heero. So, I was washing my laundry when this crazed woman in a wheelchair was chasing after this raccoon, you see--”
“Duo, why are you wearing my boxers?” interrupted Heero, his voice the usual monotone.
“ `Cuz mine are in the wash?” Duo smiled his largest, toothiest smile, hoping that Heero would just walk away and never talk of this incident ever again. Much to his dismay, Heero simply stood there, watching him with a skeptical eye. Finally, he turned, ready to leave the room to resume his typing. However, just as he crossed the threshold, he turned and muttered, “Next time you feel like dancing around like the baka you are, use someone else's favorite underwear, okay? And by the way, we have a mission. We leave tonight.” With that, Heero closed the door and walked down the stairs and straight through the crowd of curious Gundam pilots.
Heero returned to his computer and put up the guise of working on his research for the upcoming mission. While the ever present soldier within told him to stop daydreaming about the baka upstairs, his subconscious continued to type nonsense while his mind ran with the image presented to him a few minutes prior. Duo had been in nothing other than Heero's very own boxers, dancing around, undoubtedly unaware of exactly how appealing he was in that vulnerable position. Heero had chanced upon a few such incidents, but none more alluring than the most recent. The japanese boy shook his head, trying to clear away his lecherous thoughts. They would only interfere with the mission at hand if he became attached to Maxwell. Heero simply couldn't afford an emotional connection with the other pilot. They were living a life that could be snatched away at any moment, and the thoughts that Heero was harboring would simply complicate things further, and possibly interfere with his effectiveness as a soldier. Determined to remain the “Perfect Soldier,” Heero forced himself to only think of the mission, not the nearly naked boy upstairs.
Meanwhile, Duo remained where he stood, completely aghast. Heero had found him dancing around the room like a fool, singing at the top of his lungs, and wearing his favorite pair of boxers. Duo's heart was still beating a mile a minute, adrenaline surging through his veins. Half of him had been sure that Heero would have throttled him right there for going through his belongings, not to mention wearing his underwear. The other half, however, was secretly hoping that Heero would have closed the door silently with a seductive smile, and-- Duo cut his thoughts off there. There was no use in thinking that way. Besides, he had to prepare for the upcoming mission.
“Boy, this is going to be hard,” whispered Duo breathlessly.
~~~~~~
It had been an easy enough mission in the report, but it seemed that the Gundams were expected. The base was too heavily guarded for it to be a mere coincidence and both Heero and Duo were beginning to feel the fatigue that adrenaline had staved off thus far.
*Out of sight*
*Out of mind*
*Out of time*
*To decide*
Duo's display panel showed a rapidly approaching group of mobile suit transports, no doubt in his mind that they were reinforcements. Nearly punching the comm unit, he growled out a quick warning to Heero, who by the looks of it, was unaware of the oncoming troops.
“Heero. We're running out of time. Reinforcements are coming and quick. We need to finish this up as fast as possible and get the hell outta here!”
*Do we run?*
*Should I hide?*
*For the rest*
*Of my life*
“I know Maxwell! This is not what was in the plan. We have to decide whether or not to stay or flee,” responded Heero, exhaustion lacing his voice as he continued to fight the relentless onslaught.
*Can we fly?*
*Do I stay?*
*We could lose*
*We could fail*
“Heero, if we stay here any longer, we'll be compromising the Gundams and the chances that they, along with ourselves, will fall into enemy hands will increase!” As if on cue, Duo took a direct hit to the cockpit, almost completely obliterating it. The comm link crackled a few times on Heero's end before he heard Duo's extremely tinny voice mutter a few curses, urging his Gundam to stand whilst fighting off more enemy suits. “Heero, you have to decide now!”
*In the moment*
*It takes*
*To make plans*
*Or mistakes*
Heero continued fighting as he watched Duo struggle with the remaining suits, his mind at a crossroads. Should they continue on with the mission, or flee to relative safety and complete the mission another day. Normally, Heero wouldn't have hesitated in his decision to remain at the base and fight to death, but with Duo in danger, Heero couldn't help but to feel as though he should whisk the other away. A nagging voice in the back of his mind reminded him that this was the effect of forming an emotional attachment. This momentary indecision was enough for the enemy to take advantage of, and succeeded in taking down Deathscythe. Heero, now left with no other option than to flee, launched his Gundam into the air, making a beeline for the cover of a nearby canyon, the enemy suits clearly preoccupied with the downed 02 Gundam.
Meanwhile, Duo silently cursed himself for being so easily taken down. As soon as it was made clear that there was no means of escape, Duo flipped open a compartment and sent off a quick goodbye to the now hidden Heero before slamming his fist onto the red self-destruct button. After a few tense moments, Duo opened eyes that he never knew he had closed and tapped the button a few more times timidly.
“Goddammit! Why won't it work?! Aw, fuck. This is just great! I can't even go out with a bang.”
Suddenly, the cockpit hatch was pried open, revealing the Gundam pilot within to the heavily armed Oz soldiers surrounding the black mobile suit. Duo smirked at the surprised and even shocked looks he earned from the men gathered around him. He guessed that it was pretty amazing that mere kids could be such heartless killers, but since he was one of said kids, it ceased to be such a monumental issue.
Amidst the flock of onlookers, one Oz soldier regained his composure and quickly tackled the 02 pilot, pressing a cloth heavily doused in chloroform to Duo's face. Within moments, he was unconscious and fully in Oz control.
*30 minutes, a blink of an eye*
*30 minutes to alter our lives*
*30 minutes to make up my mind*
*30 minutes to finally decide*
It was nearly half an hour before Heero could make a move from his hiding place without being discovered by the patrolling mobile suits in the area. Those 30 minutes seemed like a second and an eternity at the same time. Duo had been captured, and now Heero had to decide whether or not to venture after his comrade or to hope that Duo would either make it out or die without uttering a single snippet of information. It was up to him, and yet again, he was at a crossroads. It was this same thought process that had landed both he and Duo in this predicament. Why should he care so much about what happened to the baka anyway? It wasn't as though he owed Duo anything.
*30 minutes to whisper your name*
*30 minutes to shoulder the blame*
*30 minutes of bliss, 30 lies*
*30 minutes to finally decide*
Heero shook his head sadly. This whole thing was his fault. If it hadn't been for his indecision, then none of this would have happened. He wouldn't be sitting in a ravine, wondering whether or not to save Duo from what promised to be a gruesomely slow and painful death if he hadn't been so weak. He was solely to blame.
“Duo...” The 01 pilot whispered his name sadly, as he recalled the quick goodbye that had snaked its way through the static. It was a simple message of farewell, but it held so much more for Heero. It held so much sadness in that usually melodious voice that it was gut wrenching.
`Goodbye Heero. Don't die too easily, okay?' It was a simple message, but it tore into Heero's heart like a razor blade. After that transmission, Heero had sat in his cockpit, eyes brimming with tears for nearly 10 minutes before he regained his composure. With tears yet again threatening to spill over, the decision was clear in his mind. The next day, he would rescue Duo even if it meant taking his place.
Duo, realizing that he was no longer alone, sheepishly put down the impromptu microphone and reached over to turn down the radio. Returning his gaze slowly back towards the fuming Heero standing in the doorway, he prepared himself for the worst.
“Is there anything I can do for you Heero?” he nearly whispered. Heero merely stood there, his eyes trained on Duo, no doubt boring holes in his forehead. Duo shivered under the intense stare that he was receiving, and began to fidget. “Uhh... Heero? I know that you came up here for a reason... and I'm sorry about the music being so loud... so, uhh... bye?”
“Duo.”
“Yeah Heero?”
“Are those my boxers?” Duo's face flushed a deep crimson as he realized that he was standing in the middle of what used to be his tidy bed, hair flying everywhere from his frantic dancing, and to top it all off, he was clad in only a pair of Heero's boxers. And they were Heero's favorite pair none the less. Scanning the room and finding no feasible escape route, Duo once again glanced at Heero with trepidation.
“Heh heh. It's a funny story Heero. So, I was washing my laundry when this crazed woman in a wheelchair was chasing after this raccoon, you see--”
“Duo, why are you wearing my boxers?” interrupted Heero, his voice the usual monotone.
“ `Cuz mine are in the wash?” Duo smiled his largest, toothiest smile, hoping that Heero would just walk away and never talk of this incident ever again. Much to his dismay, Heero simply stood there, watching him with a skeptical eye. Finally, he turned, ready to leave the room to resume his typing. However, just as he crossed the threshold, he turned and muttered, “Next time you feel like dancing around like the baka you are, use someone else's favorite underwear, okay? And by the way, we have a mission. We leave tonight.” With that, Heero closed the door and walked down the stairs and straight through the crowd of curious Gundam pilots.
Heero returned to his computer and put up the guise of working on his research for the upcoming mission. While the ever present soldier within told him to stop daydreaming about the baka upstairs, his subconscious continued to type nonsense while his mind ran with the image presented to him a few minutes prior. Duo had been in nothing other than Heero's very own boxers, dancing around, undoubtedly unaware of exactly how appealing he was in that vulnerable position. Heero had chanced upon a few such incidents, but none more alluring than the most recent. The japanese boy shook his head, trying to clear away his lecherous thoughts. They would only interfere with the mission at hand if he became attached to Maxwell. Heero simply couldn't afford an emotional connection with the other pilot. They were living a life that could be snatched away at any moment, and the thoughts that Heero was harboring would simply complicate things further, and possibly interfere with his effectiveness as a soldier. Determined to remain the “Perfect Soldier,” Heero forced himself to only think of the mission, not the nearly naked boy upstairs.
Meanwhile, Duo remained where he stood, completely aghast. Heero had found him dancing around the room like a fool, singing at the top of his lungs, and wearing his favorite pair of boxers. Duo's heart was still beating a mile a minute, adrenaline surging through his veins. Half of him had been sure that Heero would have throttled him right there for going through his belongings, not to mention wearing his underwear. The other half, however, was secretly hoping that Heero would have closed the door silently with a seductive smile, and-- Duo cut his thoughts off there. There was no use in thinking that way. Besides, he had to prepare for the upcoming mission.
“Boy, this is going to be hard,” whispered Duo breathlessly.
~~~~~~
It had been an easy enough mission in the report, but it seemed that the Gundams were expected. The base was too heavily guarded for it to be a mere coincidence and both Heero and Duo were beginning to feel the fatigue that adrenaline had staved off thus far.
*Out of sight*
*Out of mind*
*Out of time*
*To decide*
Duo's display panel showed a rapidly approaching group of mobile suit transports, no doubt in his mind that they were reinforcements. Nearly punching the comm unit, he growled out a quick warning to Heero, who by the looks of it, was unaware of the oncoming troops.
“Heero. We're running out of time. Reinforcements are coming and quick. We need to finish this up as fast as possible and get the hell outta here!”
*Do we run?*
*Should I hide?*
*For the rest*
*Of my life*
“I know Maxwell! This is not what was in the plan. We have to decide whether or not to stay or flee,” responded Heero, exhaustion lacing his voice as he continued to fight the relentless onslaught.
*Can we fly?*
*Do I stay?*
*We could lose*
*We could fail*
“Heero, if we stay here any longer, we'll be compromising the Gundams and the chances that they, along with ourselves, will fall into enemy hands will increase!” As if on cue, Duo took a direct hit to the cockpit, almost completely obliterating it. The comm link crackled a few times on Heero's end before he heard Duo's extremely tinny voice mutter a few curses, urging his Gundam to stand whilst fighting off more enemy suits. “Heero, you have to decide now!”
*In the moment*
*It takes*
*To make plans*
*Or mistakes*
Heero continued fighting as he watched Duo struggle with the remaining suits, his mind at a crossroads. Should they continue on with the mission, or flee to relative safety and complete the mission another day. Normally, Heero wouldn't have hesitated in his decision to remain at the base and fight to death, but with Duo in danger, Heero couldn't help but to feel as though he should whisk the other away. A nagging voice in the back of his mind reminded him that this was the effect of forming an emotional attachment. This momentary indecision was enough for the enemy to take advantage of, and succeeded in taking down Deathscythe. Heero, now left with no other option than to flee, launched his Gundam into the air, making a beeline for the cover of a nearby canyon, the enemy suits clearly preoccupied with the downed 02 Gundam.
Meanwhile, Duo silently cursed himself for being so easily taken down. As soon as it was made clear that there was no means of escape, Duo flipped open a compartment and sent off a quick goodbye to the now hidden Heero before slamming his fist onto the red self-destruct button. After a few tense moments, Duo opened eyes that he never knew he had closed and tapped the button a few more times timidly.
“Goddammit! Why won't it work?! Aw, fuck. This is just great! I can't even go out with a bang.”
Suddenly, the cockpit hatch was pried open, revealing the Gundam pilot within to the heavily armed Oz soldiers surrounding the black mobile suit. Duo smirked at the surprised and even shocked looks he earned from the men gathered around him. He guessed that it was pretty amazing that mere kids could be such heartless killers, but since he was one of said kids, it ceased to be such a monumental issue.
Amidst the flock of onlookers, one Oz soldier regained his composure and quickly tackled the 02 pilot, pressing a cloth heavily doused in chloroform to Duo's face. Within moments, he was unconscious and fully in Oz control.
*30 minutes, a blink of an eye*
*30 minutes to alter our lives*
*30 minutes to make up my mind*
*30 minutes to finally decide*
It was nearly half an hour before Heero could make a move from his hiding place without being discovered by the patrolling mobile suits in the area. Those 30 minutes seemed like a second and an eternity at the same time. Duo had been captured, and now Heero had to decide whether or not to venture after his comrade or to hope that Duo would either make it out or die without uttering a single snippet of information. It was up to him, and yet again, he was at a crossroads. It was this same thought process that had landed both he and Duo in this predicament. Why should he care so much about what happened to the baka anyway? It wasn't as though he owed Duo anything.
*30 minutes to whisper your name*
*30 minutes to shoulder the blame*
*30 minutes of bliss, 30 lies*
*30 minutes to finally decide*
Heero shook his head sadly. This whole thing was his fault. If it hadn't been for his indecision, then none of this would have happened. He wouldn't be sitting in a ravine, wondering whether or not to save Duo from what promised to be a gruesomely slow and painful death if he hadn't been so weak. He was solely to blame.
“Duo...” The 01 pilot whispered his name sadly, as he recalled the quick goodbye that had snaked its way through the static. It was a simple message of farewell, but it held so much more for Heero. It held so much sadness in that usually melodious voice that it was gut wrenching.
`Goodbye Heero. Don't die too easily, okay?' It was a simple message, but it tore into Heero's heart like a razor blade. After that transmission, Heero had sat in his cockpit, eyes brimming with tears for nearly 10 minutes before he regained his composure. With tears yet again threatening to spill over, the decision was clear in his mind. The next day, he would rescue Duo even if it meant taking his place.