Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Mystery of DM ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )

See chapter 1 for disclaimer.

Chapter Warnings: mild angst

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"blah" speaking

/blah/ typing

'blah' thoughts

'blah' indicates the mind speech of whoever is not in control of Duo's body, ie either Diana or Duo, it can switch

 

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Heero gently removed the headset, file still mindlessly playing. He moved slowly, trying not to startle Diana. With the same care he lifted the computer off of her lap, placing it on a nearby chair. He knelt before her, sitting on his heels, unsure what to do next. “Diana?”

 

The word jolted Diana into action, one Heero would never have expected. With a chocked sob Diana lunged forward, wrapping her arms around his neck as she buried her face in his chest, tears freely flowing.

 

Heero barely managed to stop his initial reaction, holding perfectly still as the braided teen launched at him. Hesitatingly, his arms moved to encircle the quivering form. His left hand gently cradled her head while his right arm circled her waist, holding her steady. “You're not alone.”

 

Her shuddering sobs eased somewhat as he continued to hold her. The minutes passed, her sobs slowing then stopping. Heero waited a few more minutes before saying anything.

 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He waited but the only answer was Dianas even breathing. She had fallen asleep.

 

`Now what do I do?' Heero searched his mind for an answer, smiling slightly when the solution became clear. `So, that's what they were telling me.' He quietly chuckled, shaking his head ruefully. `And they think I'm the one that always knows what's going on.' Moving carefully, he rearranged Dianas legs, slinging them to one side. With his right arm now hooked under her knees, he slowly stood up, bracing her back with his left arm. Diana stirred as he stood, burying further against him, still asleep.

 

Heero quickly strode over to the sofa, carefully sitting down then laying down. He arranged their bodies, making sure Diana lay atop him. `She won't let go but at least this way she'll have an escape. She won't feel trapped.' He mentally sighed. `Now to convince her as well as Duo.' Diana stirred, interrupting any further musing.

 

“Thank you.” Heero could barely hear her voice. “I'm sorry I …”

 

“No,” Heero cut her off. “You have nothing to apologize for. If anyone should then it's Shin. D, neither of you could have handled the knowledge earlier. Now you can.”

 

“What makes you so sure?” Her grip slackened but she didn't let go.

 

Heero chuckled, loosening his grip as well. “If you couldn't then you would still be denying it.”

 

Diana laughed weakly, Heero's heart beating faster when he heard it. “You're right. Will,” she hesitated, “will you let me tell Duo?”

 

Heero nodded. “Of course.”

 

“Good.” She nuzzled his chest again. “I hope you're comfortable `cause I really don't feel like moving anytime soon.”

 

Heero chuckled again, gently rubbing her back. “Go to sleep, I'll keep watch.” She let out a sigh, her entire body relaxing as she drifted back into slumber. `Maybe I won't have as much convincing as I thought.' He sorted through his memories, looking at Duo's actions with a new perspective.

 

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Une read through the data Diana had provided, wondering just how her team had missed it. `If he had kept the Gundams, within three months there would be another war.' She shook her head, her mind made up; the pilots would always be welcome in Preventors in whatever position they wanted. A knock provided a welcome interruption. “Come in.”

 

Sally and Noin walked in and over, sitting down in the chairs before Une's desk. Sally spoke first. “We've been contacted by the pilots.”

 

Une put the papers down, shoving the pile to one side. “What did they say?”

 

“Quatre Winner was the one to actually contact us, ma'am.” Noin answered. “He's agreed to be their spokesman should you need to contact them or request statements from them.” She crossed her legs, hands clasped around the knee. “He said they will be at the mansion in three days and invites you to join them.” She grinned. “Guess they want to see what plans you have for them.”

 

Sally chuckled. “I have a feeling that whatever we do plan they'll just find a way around. Those boys do what they want, when they want and to hell with everyone else.”

 

“Agreed.” Une leaned back in her chair. “Any word on Rudolph Mizzer?”

 

Noin scowled, her foot hitting the ground with a thump as she sat up. “No. That man has vanished. I know he'll turn up again so I've kept the feelers out. You don't just walk away from the empire he's built.” Noin watched her superior, eyes narrowed slightly. “Just who is this Diana person and how was she able to get the files she sent to us?”

 

Une shot a look towards Sally. “Well? You were able to meet her in person.”

 

Sally shifted in her seat, unsure just how much to reveal. “Diana is an alternate personality of Duo Maxwell, pilot of Deathscythe.”

 

Noin gave her partner a hard look. “That's not all.”

 

“No, it's not. But I can't say anything else.”

 

Une watched Sallys face, trying to read it. “Will she help us in the future or was this a one time deal?”

 

Sally smiled. “I have a feeling she'll be willing to assist us, but on her terms.”

 

“Alright. Keep working any angles you can to locate Mizzer. I'll want the two of you to accompany me when I visit the pilots. Any other issues?”

 

“Just one thing.” Noin leaned forward slightly. “Miss Relena asked me to pass a message on to Heero Yuy; I think the girl is still infatuated although she is getting better.”

 

Her eyebrows drew together as Une considered. “Verbal or written?”

 

“Both.”

 

Sally snorted. “With the way she was acting I'm surprised she hasn't tried to see him herself.”

 

“She's content to know he's alive; at least she has been. Recent events,” Noin gestured at the pile of papers on Unes desk, “have spurred her to act.”

 

“Can the message wait?” Noin nodded. “Very well. Then you can deliver it when we see them. Dismissed.” Une pulled the stack of papers back, focusing on her task as her two agents left.

 

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Duo stared out the window, still numb. Five hours ago he had woken up to discover his world turned upside down. He had woken up in the living room. He was laying on Heero who was holding him. His eyes felt like they'd shed a lot of tears; Diana stifling her sobs as he woke up. When he pressed Heero for answers, the Wing pilot shook his head, claiming Diana wanted to tell him herself. After waking Diana Duo learned what happened.

 

He learned what happened when they had been born.

 

`I wish I could hug you.'

 

Duo shook his head. `You're still here; that helps.'

 

`Maybe, but there is someone else here.'

 

Duo kept his head bowed, glancing over at the door under the cover of his bangs. Heero had entered the room once more, his laptop tucked under one arm. `You think so?'

 

`Duo, that is the third time he's entered the room that I've seen. Who knows how many other times he's checked on us.'

 

`Do you think…'

 

`That you stand a chance?' Diana thought carefully before answering. `Yes, I think you do.'

 

Duo turned his gaze back, staring blankly out the window. `What do you think about him?'

 

`Well,' she spoke slowly, considering each word. `I didn't exactly meet him under the best circumstances but he is a nice guy. I think you should go for it.'

 

Duo huffed, getting exasperated. He missed Heero's sharp glance. `Di, we've talked about this before. Both of us have to want the guy. I'm not going to leave you out of this.'

 

`And the guy will have to know about the two of us and want both of us; yes I know! Just … give me more time, okay?'

 

Duo smiled, resting his fingertips on the windowpane. `As much time as you need.'

 

“Feeling better?”

 

Duo jumped, whirling around, hands automatically going for weapons before he realized who was behind him. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! Heero! Give a guy some warning!” He dramatically clutched his chest, hand over his heart.

 

Heero stood there, thumbs hooked in the loops of his jeans, one eyebrow raised. “Either you're humoring me or I actually managed to sneak up on the self proclaimed Master of Stealth and All Things Sneaky.”

 

“Erm…”

 

`You actually called yourself that?!?' Diana broke into peals of laughter.

 

Heero watched the expressions flicker over Duo's face with suppressed relief. `Thank you, he's over the initial shock. Now comes the difficult part.'

 

“Okay, Okay! Rub it in why don't you Di! I was kinda distracted and `Ro got the jump on me. Stop laughing damnit!” He lowered his voice back down, turning his attention to Heero. “You didn't have to help us, Heero, but you did anyways. Thanks.” Duo brushed past the dark haired teen as he headed towards the kitchen. At the doorway he paused, one hand resting on the framing. He turned his head, glancing back. “Um, just why did you help us? I mean, we're not in the war anymore so keeping a pilot functioning isn't a priority so …”

 

Heero had reached Duo by now, having started walking when the braided teen had paused. He likewise paused in the doorway, facing Duo. Duo turned to face him, back braced against the wooden frame. “Do I need a reason to help someone?”

 

Duo rubbed the back of his neck, confused. “Well, no, just…”

 

Heero leaned forward, lips brushing against Duo's in a chaste kiss. Heero turned and walked away before Duo could react. At the doorway to the tunnel, he turned back around. “Figure it out, D.” He walked through, heading for the Gundams.

 

Duo stared, mouth gaping as he tried to get his scattered wits back together. “Did that just happen?”

 

`Yes.' Diana sounded just as shocked. `And it was for both of us.'

 

“Damn.” Duo blinked, one hand rising to lightly touch his lips. The moment was ruined by the distinct gurgling of his stomach. “What do you say to getting some grub and trying to figure this whole thing out?”

 

`Sounds like a plan.' Diana paused, then chortled, trying to suppress more laughter.

 

“Alright, now what?”

 

`Oh, you know. Just realized something rather morbid.'

 

Duo banged his head against a wall. “Out with it Di.”

 

`Do you know what the last line of a traditional marriage vow is?' She sounded wistful.

 

“No, can't say I ever looked those up.”

 

She gave him a small smile. `Till death do us part.'

 

Duo smiled in return, melancholy and happy at the same time. “Yeah Di, till death do us part.”

 

Owari