Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Quest for Nagifar ❯ Prologue
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Vinyl-Koneko 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.02.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 377 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.02.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 377 | Status: Completed
+ Title: The Quest for Nagifar - Prologue
+ Author: Vinyl Koneko (Emily), roguegirl@att.net
+ Rating: PG-13
+ Couplings: 1x2, 3x4, 11+13
+ Warnings: action, adventure, language, angst, romance
+ Archive: Want it? Take it. Just give me credit, please.
+ Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. Don't own Indiana Jones, either. Both belong to something bigger than I could ever comprehend. ^_^
+ Comments: //Lyrics// and *emphasis* and 'thought' and [flashback], some may not be used in this fic...it's just a heads-up. Sequel to "Heero Yuy and the Eye of Horus". Starts up maybe two or three months after its epilogue. You don't need to have read "HYatEoH" in order to understand this fic, but it would be nice.
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New York, USA
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The first thing Duo Maxwell saw when he woke up was an unfamiliar fan spinning overhead. Confused, he sat upright, looking around. It wasn't until his eyes rested on the bare back of Heero Yuy - doctor of archaeology, professor at Barnett College, and his lover - that Duo realized he had spent the night. He yawned suddenly, covering his mouth with the back of his hand as he stretched, coaxing the stiffness out of his shoulders. Duo was about to snuggle back under the covers when he looked over at his watch, cursing at the realization that it was Monday and he needed to get to his classroom in a couple hours.
Duo couldn't help but smirk mentally. 'And here I thought I'd never see the day where Heero slept longer than me.' After briefly contemplating the best way to wake up his lover, Duo bent over and began to place gentle nips on Heero's bare neck and shoulders. The Japanese-American woke up with a groan, eyes still bleary with sleep. "What are you doing?" Heero asked, his voice sounding scratchy.
"Waking you up," Duo explained as the nips became kisses. "It's seven o'clock. I know I wore you out last night, love, but I doubt that'll be enough of an excuse should you be late for class." Heero rolled onto his back, catching Duo's mouth with his own in a gesture that was slow and tender. Duo smiled when they broke apart. "As much as I'd love to stay here all day, I need to get into the shower now if I want my hair to be anywhere near dry by nine."
"Want me to help?" Heero asked with a grin that was wickedly seductive.
The longhaired man laughed. "Why the hell not? It's not like they can start class without us."
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Despite the morning's distractions, Duo sauntered into the lecture hall fifteen minutes early whistling a cheerful tune. He entered his office, surprised to see that the door was unlocked, and stopped altogether at the man looking through his collection. Duo shrugged off his jacket and flung it on his chair as he observed the man. He appeared a little shorter than six feet tall, approximately in his fifties with graying blond hair and broad shoulders. He was picking through Duo's various texts, careful of the different religious idols that adorned the shelves of Duo's office.
"I'm not ignoring you, Mister Maxwell, just admiring your pieces. I'm sure that you're more interesting artifacts are not on display here, correct?"
Duo inhaled sharply when the man focused his gaze on him. The stranger's eyes were a rich sapphire, deep, calculating, and Duo could tell that they absorbed everything about his surroundings. Duo knew this look well enough; it was similar to Heero's own. The man had the gaze of an archaeologist.
"I'm sure you're not here just to ask about my collection," Duo crossed his arms, preferring to get to the point instead of having to suffer through small talk. "Why are you here?"
"Mister Maxwell your studies in mythology are renown throughout the field of archaeology. Your knowledge is a very valuable asset, and I was wondering if you'd be willing to use it to help me on my search." The man pulled a small book out of his pocket, tossing it to Duo. "Page one hundred and twenty-three, second paragraph."
Duo quickly skimmed through the text, frowning slightly at what he read. He had never come across this information anywhere. Certainly he wasn't as well read in Incan mythology as he was in the larger civilizations, but this he had never seen before. The story told of a great, white sea demon carrying gods that ended up in the great Incan Empire, demanding gold, food, water, and any other treasures the Incans bore. Duo's first instinct was the Spaniards, but the time period was far too early and the Spanish ships couldn't have navigated into the South Americans rivers. Not to mention the fact that Spanish ships simply did not resemble any sort of creature.
"I have never heard of this before," Duo said, handing the book back over to the man. "It doesn't fit with any of the invaders that had contact with the Incas."
"Nevertheless, I would like it if you would accompany me on the journey. From what I've heard of your skills, there's no other man I would prefer to join me."
Duo bit his lip. "When would we leave?"
"Right now." The man said with a simple wave of his hand.
"But I have classes to teach."
"I already cleared this with your supervisor. He will send in a temporary replacement until you return."
"What would you hope to gain from this journey?"
"Just the verification on whether this sea demon really was a creature of their mythology or if it was a trick by another civilization. This could turn out to be another Loch Ness monster, if you will, but these days archaeology has sadly been more about the profit than the discovery. This doesn't mean I won't pay you for your time, but archaeologists these days rarely go out unless they feel they will benefit in some way."
Duo had to admit that he *was* curious, and if it turned out to be a fictional story in the end, at least he would be getting paid for his efforts. The man seemed so certain that there was a much bigger story behind the legend. Duo could only wonder as to what he would be submitting himself to if he agreed.
"I'll be quite disappointed if it just turns out to be a wild goose chase," Duo said, extending his right arm. "It would be my pleasure to accompany you on this journey Mister...?"
The man took Duo's proferred hand, shaking it firmly in his own. "Lowe. Doctor Odin Lowe, and believe me, Mister Maxwell, if any ounce on what I heard about your expertise is true, the pleasure will be all mine."
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End Prologue
+ Author: Vinyl Koneko (Emily), roguegirl@att.net
+ Rating: PG-13
+ Couplings: 1x2, 3x4, 11+13
+ Warnings: action, adventure, language, angst, romance
+ Archive: Want it? Take it. Just give me credit, please.
+ Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. Don't own Indiana Jones, either. Both belong to something bigger than I could ever comprehend. ^_^
+ Comments: //Lyrics// and *emphasis* and 'thought' and [flashback], some may not be used in this fic...it's just a heads-up. Sequel to "Heero Yuy and the Eye of Horus". Starts up maybe two or three months after its epilogue. You don't need to have read "HYatEoH" in order to understand this fic, but it would be nice.
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New York, USA
*~**~*
The first thing Duo Maxwell saw when he woke up was an unfamiliar fan spinning overhead. Confused, he sat upright, looking around. It wasn't until his eyes rested on the bare back of Heero Yuy - doctor of archaeology, professor at Barnett College, and his lover - that Duo realized he had spent the night. He yawned suddenly, covering his mouth with the back of his hand as he stretched, coaxing the stiffness out of his shoulders. Duo was about to snuggle back under the covers when he looked over at his watch, cursing at the realization that it was Monday and he needed to get to his classroom in a couple hours.
Duo couldn't help but smirk mentally. 'And here I thought I'd never see the day where Heero slept longer than me.' After briefly contemplating the best way to wake up his lover, Duo bent over and began to place gentle nips on Heero's bare neck and shoulders. The Japanese-American woke up with a groan, eyes still bleary with sleep. "What are you doing?" Heero asked, his voice sounding scratchy.
"Waking you up," Duo explained as the nips became kisses. "It's seven o'clock. I know I wore you out last night, love, but I doubt that'll be enough of an excuse should you be late for class." Heero rolled onto his back, catching Duo's mouth with his own in a gesture that was slow and tender. Duo smiled when they broke apart. "As much as I'd love to stay here all day, I need to get into the shower now if I want my hair to be anywhere near dry by nine."
"Want me to help?" Heero asked with a grin that was wickedly seductive.
The longhaired man laughed. "Why the hell not? It's not like they can start class without us."
*~**~*
Despite the morning's distractions, Duo sauntered into the lecture hall fifteen minutes early whistling a cheerful tune. He entered his office, surprised to see that the door was unlocked, and stopped altogether at the man looking through his collection. Duo shrugged off his jacket and flung it on his chair as he observed the man. He appeared a little shorter than six feet tall, approximately in his fifties with graying blond hair and broad shoulders. He was picking through Duo's various texts, careful of the different religious idols that adorned the shelves of Duo's office.
"I'm not ignoring you, Mister Maxwell, just admiring your pieces. I'm sure that you're more interesting artifacts are not on display here, correct?"
Duo inhaled sharply when the man focused his gaze on him. The stranger's eyes were a rich sapphire, deep, calculating, and Duo could tell that they absorbed everything about his surroundings. Duo knew this look well enough; it was similar to Heero's own. The man had the gaze of an archaeologist.
"I'm sure you're not here just to ask about my collection," Duo crossed his arms, preferring to get to the point instead of having to suffer through small talk. "Why are you here?"
"Mister Maxwell your studies in mythology are renown throughout the field of archaeology. Your knowledge is a very valuable asset, and I was wondering if you'd be willing to use it to help me on my search." The man pulled a small book out of his pocket, tossing it to Duo. "Page one hundred and twenty-three, second paragraph."
Duo quickly skimmed through the text, frowning slightly at what he read. He had never come across this information anywhere. Certainly he wasn't as well read in Incan mythology as he was in the larger civilizations, but this he had never seen before. The story told of a great, white sea demon carrying gods that ended up in the great Incan Empire, demanding gold, food, water, and any other treasures the Incans bore. Duo's first instinct was the Spaniards, but the time period was far too early and the Spanish ships couldn't have navigated into the South Americans rivers. Not to mention the fact that Spanish ships simply did not resemble any sort of creature.
"I have never heard of this before," Duo said, handing the book back over to the man. "It doesn't fit with any of the invaders that had contact with the Incas."
"Nevertheless, I would like it if you would accompany me on the journey. From what I've heard of your skills, there's no other man I would prefer to join me."
Duo bit his lip. "When would we leave?"
"Right now." The man said with a simple wave of his hand.
"But I have classes to teach."
"I already cleared this with your supervisor. He will send in a temporary replacement until you return."
"What would you hope to gain from this journey?"
"Just the verification on whether this sea demon really was a creature of their mythology or if it was a trick by another civilization. This could turn out to be another Loch Ness monster, if you will, but these days archaeology has sadly been more about the profit than the discovery. This doesn't mean I won't pay you for your time, but archaeologists these days rarely go out unless they feel they will benefit in some way."
Duo had to admit that he *was* curious, and if it turned out to be a fictional story in the end, at least he would be getting paid for his efforts. The man seemed so certain that there was a much bigger story behind the legend. Duo could only wonder as to what he would be submitting himself to if he agreed.
"I'll be quite disappointed if it just turns out to be a wild goose chase," Duo said, extending his right arm. "It would be my pleasure to accompany you on this journey Mister...?"
The man took Duo's proferred hand, shaking it firmly in his own. "Lowe. Doctor Odin Lowe, and believe me, Mister Maxwell, if any ounce on what I heard about your expertise is true, the pleasure will be all mine."
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End Prologue