Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Tsuyu Series ❯ Chapter 7

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Dedication: Thank you so so much to NEVERMORE. I wouldn't have revived this if not for her and her encouraging e-mails. Thank you so much nevermore, and I hope you like!

 

 

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Duo sighed inwardly in relief as his feet touched the familiar ground. Knowing he needed to make a decision, violet eyes glanced down to the sleeping girl in his arms. The flight hadn't taken long, and had been fairly smooth thanks to their induced fatigue and influence over the group's wakefulness. He knew the band wouldn't be going with them, but he couldn't decide on a safe place to keep them until he got to Heero.

 

“We can leave them in the old barracks,” he turned to look up at Trowa, mulling over the other's suggestion.

 

The barracks were underground so they would provide an adequate hiding place, and from what he remembered a flood had cleared out pretty much everything; leaving it an empty and well-circulated place.

 

Nodding in agreement, he turned to Wufei, a question in his eyes. “I can take them and meet up with you in an hour,” was all the Asian said before easily hefting the twins into his arms as well as the small drummer.

 

Duo smiled in gratitude and clapped the other on the shoulder, “We'll see you then.”

 

The group separated; Wufei with the three unconscious teens in his hold, and the two ancients with the fledgling.

 

The castle was in view, and the three immortals had drunk their fill on a few unlucky nomads. The sky was already lightening, from deep blue to lilac and Trowa was grateful they'd reach the castle before the sun rose. The high walls and secluded interior provided a dark haven for the vampyrs and would do the same for his fledgling.

 

Feeling invigorated, Duo raced towards the entrance of the palace, his brother and friend close behind. He would get the blue-eyed boy back even if it meant his own death.

 

 

 

When Heero woke again, his head was pounding and all he could hope was that he'd had too much to drink and was finally waking up from a very bad dream. “Glad you're awake. He's here…” a voice he recognized as Treize greeted him.

 

“Damn,' he thought, opening his eyes to see the vampyr and his daughter leering at him only feet away. Apparently he'd hoped for too much. Squinting, he realized he was looking down on the two immortals, and that was when the pain hit him. His entire body ached, and he could feel the definite burn from the various bite marks across his skin.

 

He instinctively attempted to curl in on himself, but when he found he couldn't he finally began noticing his odd surroundings. A breathing mask covered his mouth and nose and his arms were outstretched, loosely chained to either side of the glass case he was floating in. The fluid around him was warm, and a bright turquoise light made him glow in the cylinder-shaped tank.

 

“You can try to move, but the liquid is a muscle relaxant and has rendered you virtually paralyzed,” the little imp smiled at him with a sickly sweet giggle. He tried to glare as best he could and watched as the girl stepped forward to place her pale hand to the glass.

 

Blue eyes surveyed the girl carefully, even as they felt the lull of the relaxants. She was quiet, and stood still, staring at nothing, her hand motionless on the glass. Amber eyes seemed pensive but hollow when she finally spoke again. “Shinigami…” she said the name slowly, but with obvious distaste and her eyes shifted to his, “I want him to watch.” Her eyes bore into his own and yet she seemed to completely ignore him, her statement clearly directed to her father.

 

The taller nodded silently in approval and turned away from the tank, calling her to him. Instantly she was at his side, her face shining, her hand reaching for his and her eyes searching for approval. The girl's blatant adoration should have been endearing, but for the captive in the tank it only made him wish he could turn away.

 

“The ancients should get passed security in a matter of time.” The British accent made Heero glance up as the man continued to speak, his back still to him. “Once they arrive we will let them watch as I claim you.”

 

The Japanese could feel the anger boil inside of him, and his fingers twitched in an attempt to ball them into tight fists. His midnight eyes burned as he watched the father and daughter make their way to a door. Mariemaia turned to wink at him, before the two walked out of the room silently, leaving the boy alone.

 

From the corner of his eye he could see the same white suit on him from before. However, the holes from the bites had been stitched and the outfit gave no outward appearance he'd ever been attacked in the first place.

 

`They must mean Duo,' he thought, his mind alert, but his limbs numb. `Treize is going to claim me?' He didn't know what anything they were saying meant. The thoughts plagued him, raising more questions and leaving them unanswered. He only knew that Duo had promised to protect him.

 

Trying to spur his thoughts into action proved futile, as his mind gradually became fuzzy again and he felt his eyelids begin to droop shut and the glowing waters fade out of sight.

 

 

 

Growling in annoyance, Duo sliced off the head of another vampyr. The soldiers seemed to come from everywhere at once and his advance into the castle was being severely slowed by their sheer numbers. From the moment the three had stepped into the dark quarters, the undead had poured in from the walls and hadn't stopped their ascent.

 

He could see Quatre to his right and felt both a sense of relief and pride at the other's ability to hold his own. The blonde was still a baby by immortal standards, barely skirting his second century, but his abilities and strength were formidable.

 

The forces were thinning, and the final soldiers seemed to drop like flies. Hacking through many of them, he managed to kill a dozen before a voice above him made him freeze. “Took you long enough, Maxwell.”

 

Violet eyes thinned and the ancient tilted his face to see a slender figure standing easily from the ceiling. Pale blonde hair was pulled down by gravity while the blue eyed man seemed unaffected by it and merely stood with his arms crossed over his chest. “Marquise.”

 

The blonde smirked at the hateful tone, but remained suspended from the high ceiling. Preparing to tear the vampyr apart, Duo grit his teeth in annoyance when suddenly dark shadows covered the walls and ceiling of the large room. He took on a fighting stance, glancing back and forth across the black traces of demon.

 

“Afraid to fight?” amethyst eyes mocked, raising a brow in question. “Knowing you'll lose you beg your mistress for her elite?”

 

The count remained silent, but his eyes took on an angry gleam before he nodded to the shadows. Suddenly, Quatre was thrown back, and Trowa would've been as well, had he not slashed through the shadows that pounced on him. Watching as his brother scurried to rescue his lover, Duo turned when he suddenly felt a presence as his back.

 

“Didn't I tell you that you would regret keeping me from the boy?” the voice asked in a low tone. Spinning around, the vampire grunted when a fist connected with his cheekbone and sent him flying through a wall.

 

He cursed under his breath before darting forward and tackling the unprepared blonde, headfirst. The two went sprawling back, Duo landing on top of the count, his knuckles grinding against the other mercilessly with each blow. He wasn't ready, however, for the steel-toed boot that made contact with the back of his head, and he flinched, allowing the other to roll out from under him.

 

The longhaired immortals clashed, tearing at each other with teeth and talons barred. While they fought, Quatre and Trowa struggled against the elusive shadow demons. Having destroyed all the weak, lesser demons, all that remained were the old demons. The ones who so closely resembled the original, who'd possessed the vampire queen centuries ago.

 

Quatre held in a cry of pain as another shadow bit into him, he could feel them draining him but knew he couldn't let down his lover, or the braided ancient he'd come to care for as a brother. Gritting his fangs, his eyes glowed angrily and he threw the shadows off of him even as they took parts of his flesh with them.

 

Green eyes were alight with anger and protectiveness when they sensed the pressure and pain their mate was feeling through their connection. Trowa growled, retaliating against the demons with his own teeth before running to the aid of his lover. At his lover's side he let his eyes search out his brother, and he barely had time to notice the other's fierce expression before more shadows were forced on him.

 

Full lips twisted angrily, but with a slight twinge of satisfaction as Duo managed to grab both of the vampyr's pale arms and easily keep them immobile. “Where's Heero?” he asked, his voice holding a threat behind the hard tone.

 

He squeezed the other's wrists tightly in his hold, his nails drawing crimson rivulets, but the other only smirked at him. “I won't ask again,” he said and bit into the other's neck, the blonde's thoughts immediately flooding his own. He smirked around the white column, feeling the other struggle against him and hearing him curse loudly.

 

Drawing away once he had the information he needed, Duo spit the bitter blood from his mouth in disgust. “Damn you Maxwell! I won't be-“

 

“I don't regret anything,” Duo spoke, cutting in on the other's tirade before promptly decapitating him. The blonde opened his mouth in an attempt to speak, but the words died in his throat as he gurgled over his own life source. His icy eyes were wide and vacant as his head fell to the ground with a thump, pale strands of hair covering the ghostly white face and sticking to bloodied lips.

 

Turning away from the corpse, Duo hurried across the hall to assist with the persistent shadows. He knew they were powerful, but they were the only things standing between himself and Treize who had the boy he wanted. That fact alone renewed his fight and he tore through as many as he could. Once they were out of the way, they could go to Treize and kill him before taking back Heero.

 

Lunging for each figure, he tore through them slowly until they were gone. He stood to catch his breath and could hear the blonde beside him gasping in exertion. “Ready?” he asked, looking into forest green. After a quick glance to the Arabian boy, Trowa nodded in affirmation and the three quickly made their way through the castle walls.

 

 

 

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