Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Quest for Nagifar ❯ Chapter 1
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By: Vinyl-Koneko 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.05.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 345 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.05.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 345 | Status: Completed
+ Title: The Quest for Nagifar - Part 1
+ Author: Vinyl Koneko (Emily), roguegirl@att.net
+ Rating: PG-13
+ Couplings: 1x2, 3x4, 11+13
+ Warnings: action, adventure, language, angst, yaoi
+ 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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Classes got out for the day, bringing Heero Yuy to his lover's office to see if the other young man wanted something to eat. Since returning to the United States from their adventures in Egypt, Heero and Duo fell into a daily routine, becoming reaquainted with each other and trying to get used to one another in their lives again. That's probably why Heero was so surprised to find a note on Duo's desk addressed to him, telling Heero that he had been called out on an assignment and didn't know how long it would take, but he would write to Heero once he learned of further developments. For the first time in two months, Heero would be eating dinner alone.
He put on his jacket, walking back home by himself when the blaring of a car horn made him turn around. Heero couldn't help but smile. Perhaps he wouldn't be eating alone afterall. The car pulled over, allowing Heero to climb into the passenger seat. "Quatre let you out of the house by yourself?"
Trowa glared briefly from the driver's seat before pulling back out into traffic. "He was trying to get in touch with you, but it seemed you were hiding."
"I just found out that Duo got sent on an assignment."
"Where to?"
Heero just shrugged in response.
"Quatre found something new for us to look into. You familiar with Nagifar?"
"A ship from Norse mythology made from the nails of dead men. It was used by giants to attacking Asgard at Ragnarok. That's all I can tell you off the top of my head." Heero looked out the window, noticing the heavy, gray clouds. It had been a cold and rainy fall which meant an even harsher winter.
"Quatre got some leads that it might have really existed. We're supposed to start in Oslo and see where it takes us from there."
"Even if Nagifar did exist, why would we need to go find it?"
Trowa looked at his friend from the corner of his eye. "Treize is dead; without him, OZ is in shambles. You should get used to the fact that archaeology isn't a power struggle anymore and that these artifacts are sought after for museums."
'Like the Winner Museum of Anthropology,' Heero added mentally. 'Quatre is too philanthropical to take over the family business. Quatre and his father are trying too hard to clean up the name his grandfather tarnished. He is a good businessman, but Quatre could never be cuththroat enough to keep the hold on the city his grandfather had.'
After a few minutes they pulled up in front of the Winner mansion, Heero picking up the sound of laughter from inside the estate. "Are they having a party?"
"It's the mayor's birthday. Quatre's grandfather is trying to wheedle his way to the major's favor. Quatre will be upstairs in his study, away from the festivities."
Heero nodded. It wasn't that Quatre didn't like attending these things, but he didn't like how they made his family look. Trowa parked the car out back, allowing them to enter through the large kitchen to not disrupt the birthday party. Quatre was upstairs in his study up to his ears in books, as Trowa had suggested.
"Heero, I'm glad you could come." The blond man frowned. "Was Duo not feeling well?"
"Duo's...unattainable at the moment. He's on a search of his own and won't be able to come along this time."
"I apologize for having to sneak you in the back. You know how my grandfather is. He has a good heart, I assure you, but he doesn't use it when it comes to the survival of his business. Father can't wait for him to retire so he can start fixing up the company and taking the tarnish off our name." Quatre smiled slightly. "You can sit down. Did Trowa inform you of my lead?"
"Yes...he did," Heero sat in one of the large, leather chairs facing Quatre's desk. "I'll need more information that just to start in Oslo, though."
Quatre chuckled. "Yes, of course. I have several texts if you want to take notes. Some rough illustrations based on descriptions, as well. Nagifar is said to resemble a great lizard. I'd say a dragon but none of the books compare it with the European or Asian dragons."
Heero pulled out his leatherbound journal, finding a clean page and jotting down descriptions as well as sketches and any other information that might seem pertinent. The noise from downstairs seemed to be getting louder, and Heero couldn't help but wonder why Quatre was so kind with all he had to put up with growing up. No wonder he had spent so much of his childhood in the company of the Maganacs.
"I packed you a bag since I knew you wouldn't have time to pack your own. I don't know how urgently you want to leave. Time isn't of the essence here, but Trowa's plane is ready to go."
Heero looked over at where Trowa stood leaned against a bookcase. "Just the two of us?"
Trowa nodded. "Just like before."
As much as Heero would have enjoyed his lover's company and knowing that Duo was safe, he fully understood that his love was completely capable of taking care of himself in a variety of situations. Duo adapted to situations naturally, and the brief time apart could only help their relationship grow. Heero could tell that Duo was still a little uncertain as to whether or not Heero would leave again, and returning from this assignment should erase any doubt in his lover's mind.
"I hope you packed a lot of layers; it will be extremely cold in Norway around this time of year." Heero stood, tucking his journal back in his coat pocket.
Trowa smirked. "It'll be warmer than the dig in Siberia."
They turned to leave, Trowa giving Quatre a quick kiss goodbye when Quatre remembered something. "Guys, keep in mind that just because Treize is dead doesn't mean that OZ still won't be out there. They'll blame you for General Khushrenada's death no matter what really happened in that cavern, so watch out for each other."
"Of course," Heero replied. "Just like old times."
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End Part 1
+ Author: Vinyl Koneko (Emily), roguegirl@att.net
+ Rating: PG-13
+ Couplings: 1x2, 3x4, 11+13
+ Warnings: action, adventure, language, angst, yaoi
+ 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.
*~**~*
New York, USA
*~**~*
Classes got out for the day, bringing Heero Yuy to his lover's office to see if the other young man wanted something to eat. Since returning to the United States from their adventures in Egypt, Heero and Duo fell into a daily routine, becoming reaquainted with each other and trying to get used to one another in their lives again. That's probably why Heero was so surprised to find a note on Duo's desk addressed to him, telling Heero that he had been called out on an assignment and didn't know how long it would take, but he would write to Heero once he learned of further developments. For the first time in two months, Heero would be eating dinner alone.
He put on his jacket, walking back home by himself when the blaring of a car horn made him turn around. Heero couldn't help but smile. Perhaps he wouldn't be eating alone afterall. The car pulled over, allowing Heero to climb into the passenger seat. "Quatre let you out of the house by yourself?"
Trowa glared briefly from the driver's seat before pulling back out into traffic. "He was trying to get in touch with you, but it seemed you were hiding."
"I just found out that Duo got sent on an assignment."
"Where to?"
Heero just shrugged in response.
"Quatre found something new for us to look into. You familiar with Nagifar?"
"A ship from Norse mythology made from the nails of dead men. It was used by giants to attacking Asgard at Ragnarok. That's all I can tell you off the top of my head." Heero looked out the window, noticing the heavy, gray clouds. It had been a cold and rainy fall which meant an even harsher winter.
"Quatre got some leads that it might have really existed. We're supposed to start in Oslo and see where it takes us from there."
"Even if Nagifar did exist, why would we need to go find it?"
Trowa looked at his friend from the corner of his eye. "Treize is dead; without him, OZ is in shambles. You should get used to the fact that archaeology isn't a power struggle anymore and that these artifacts are sought after for museums."
'Like the Winner Museum of Anthropology,' Heero added mentally. 'Quatre is too philanthropical to take over the family business. Quatre and his father are trying too hard to clean up the name his grandfather tarnished. He is a good businessman, but Quatre could never be cuththroat enough to keep the hold on the city his grandfather had.'
After a few minutes they pulled up in front of the Winner mansion, Heero picking up the sound of laughter from inside the estate. "Are they having a party?"
"It's the mayor's birthday. Quatre's grandfather is trying to wheedle his way to the major's favor. Quatre will be upstairs in his study, away from the festivities."
Heero nodded. It wasn't that Quatre didn't like attending these things, but he didn't like how they made his family look. Trowa parked the car out back, allowing them to enter through the large kitchen to not disrupt the birthday party. Quatre was upstairs in his study up to his ears in books, as Trowa had suggested.
"Heero, I'm glad you could come." The blond man frowned. "Was Duo not feeling well?"
"Duo's...unattainable at the moment. He's on a search of his own and won't be able to come along this time."
"I apologize for having to sneak you in the back. You know how my grandfather is. He has a good heart, I assure you, but he doesn't use it when it comes to the survival of his business. Father can't wait for him to retire so he can start fixing up the company and taking the tarnish off our name." Quatre smiled slightly. "You can sit down. Did Trowa inform you of my lead?"
"Yes...he did," Heero sat in one of the large, leather chairs facing Quatre's desk. "I'll need more information that just to start in Oslo, though."
Quatre chuckled. "Yes, of course. I have several texts if you want to take notes. Some rough illustrations based on descriptions, as well. Nagifar is said to resemble a great lizard. I'd say a dragon but none of the books compare it with the European or Asian dragons."
Heero pulled out his leatherbound journal, finding a clean page and jotting down descriptions as well as sketches and any other information that might seem pertinent. The noise from downstairs seemed to be getting louder, and Heero couldn't help but wonder why Quatre was so kind with all he had to put up with growing up. No wonder he had spent so much of his childhood in the company of the Maganacs.
"I packed you a bag since I knew you wouldn't have time to pack your own. I don't know how urgently you want to leave. Time isn't of the essence here, but Trowa's plane is ready to go."
Heero looked over at where Trowa stood leaned against a bookcase. "Just the two of us?"
Trowa nodded. "Just like before."
As much as Heero would have enjoyed his lover's company and knowing that Duo was safe, he fully understood that his love was completely capable of taking care of himself in a variety of situations. Duo adapted to situations naturally, and the brief time apart could only help their relationship grow. Heero could tell that Duo was still a little uncertain as to whether or not Heero would leave again, and returning from this assignment should erase any doubt in his lover's mind.
"I hope you packed a lot of layers; it will be extremely cold in Norway around this time of year." Heero stood, tucking his journal back in his coat pocket.
Trowa smirked. "It'll be warmer than the dig in Siberia."
They turned to leave, Trowa giving Quatre a quick kiss goodbye when Quatre remembered something. "Guys, keep in mind that just because Treize is dead doesn't mean that OZ still won't be out there. They'll blame you for General Khushrenada's death no matter what really happened in that cavern, so watch out for each other."
"Of course," Heero replied. "Just like old times."
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End Part 1