Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Yin and Yang ❯ Scars ( Chapter 7 )
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By: kitsune07200 
Duo see's Heero's scars.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.10.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 546 | Status: Work In Progress
Duo see's Heero's scars.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.10.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 546 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: Thank you for your reviews!!
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Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing so please refrain from suing me...thank you.
Warning: 2x1, 3x4, 5xS, violence, possible torture, and Relena bashing!
Summary: Heero is being held captive by Dr. J who some how managed to survive the war. While being held there strange things start to happen, and Heero finds himself in the middle of something that the perfect soldier might not even be able to handle.
Set one year after Endless Waltzes, and revolves mostly around Heero and Duo.
Previously: “Fine if I haven’t earned your trust by now I guess I never will,” Duo snapped walking to his room and slamming the door. “You’d hate me if you knew what happened...and I couldn’t bare your hatred,” Heero whispered sadly before getting up and walking out the door.
AU..
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Chapter 7
Duo looked around his room. The walls were black with red lining, and glowing stars covered his ceiling. His king sized bed was also covered in black, sheets and blankets. A small oak table sat beside his bed with a picture frame currently displaying a picture of all the pilots smiling, even Heero. Duo remembered that was the first time he got the man to smile for the camera. His closet was right beside his bed with mirror doors that would slide open from side to side. His walls were also covered in posters and he had some tasteful art. One painting in particular caught his eye. It was an angel with chained wings, the chains leading down to earth and holding the angel away from heaven. He often thought of Heero when he looked at this painting. He had been waiting for Heero to come in and talk to him, but it seems the other pilot was being stubborn, so Duo would have to go back out to the living room to talk to him.
“Stubborn ass!” Duo mumbled getting off his bed and heading for the living room.
He was surprised to find that Heero wasn’t there. Rain was really starting to poor, and Duo slapped himself in the head when he realized the only way for Heero to get back was either have Duo drive him or to walk, and Duo was still here so that meant that Heero was out walking in the rain.
“Did his brain just decide not to work anymore,” Duo said grabbing his coat and keys.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Heero had been walking for at least an hour. The rain had started half an hour ago.
“Well this sucks,” Heero said to himself.
His hair was plastered to the back of his neck, and forehead. His coat was leather but still he was getting soaked, making his clothes heavier. Heero stuck out his thumb as another car drove by. It didn’t stop, and Heero avoided being sprayed by the water it just drove through.
“They’re smart not to pick up people who wonder around in the rain, and that makes me feel a little bit better, but at the same time pissed,” Heero voiced aloud.
He noticed another car out in the distance and was about to stick out his thumb again when a burning pain shot through both his wrists. He pulled his hands close to himself, and snapped his attention to the car coming his way. It was a black Mustang with, black tinted windows. The burning in his wrist intensified as the car came closer. Over the years Heero had learned the pain was a siren going off when a demon was approaching. It helped him hunt them, having built in demon radar wasn’t a bad thing. The scars however he hated. They stood out way to much which is why he wore the gloves. The car was coming closer, and Heero was in no mood to deal with a demon so he looked around to find a place to hide. When he turned around he spotted a familiar black jeep coming his way.
“Duo,” Heero said surprised.
Duo pulled up beside him and opened the door.
“Didn’t your parents ever tell you to have enough sense to stay out of the rain,” Duo said with a smile.
“I wouldn’t know, can’t remember my parents,” Heero said getting in.
Duo turned the jeep around and started heading back to his house.
“This isn’t the way to my hotel,” Heero pointed out.
Duo glanced over at Heero and was about to comment on Heero’s excellent navigation skills but stopped. Heero looked really good wet. His hair was plastered to his face in the most erotic way, and the clothes he was wearing clung to his body tightly. Duo forced himself to look at the road, but even as he watched the road naughty images of the wet wing pilot kept popping into his head.
“Duo are you ok your gripping the steering wheel pretty tightly,” Heero said with a worried expression.
‘Fuck no I’m not ok! I’m as hard as a rock, and you’d kill me if I tried anything,’ Duo’s mind wailed.
“I’m fine,” Duo said in a strained voice.
Heero raised a brow at his friends odd behavior.
“I’m just a little pissed that you walk out into a rain storm instead of asking me for a ride,” Duo said.
He wasn’t lying he was pissed that Heero took off without saying anything, and angry at the fact that he was walking in the rain, one because he could get sick, and two because he was now an untouchable, walking wet dream.
“Oh sorry,” Heero said sadly and looked down at his hands. Fire flared up through his wrists again and he winced slightly and clutched one wrist close to his chest.
“Heero you ok man?” Duo asked worriedly.
Heero looked around and spotted the black Mustang pulling off onto another road before speeding down it.
“Yea I’m fine,” he said again looking down at his hands.
Duo pulled into the driveway, and both he and Heero ran to the front porch. Heero shivered and his teeth chattered when they entered the cool house.
“Your lips are turning blue. I’ll let you borrow some dry clothes and throw your wet ones in the wash for you,” Duo said.
“Duo I really should get back to the hotel...,” he stopped when he noticed the look of determination in Duo’s eyes.
“Ok,” Heero sighed.
“Good boy,” Duo chirped heading to his room to find something for Heero to wear.
He found a black long sleeved shirt, and a black pair of sweat pants.
“Here you go! You remember where the bathroom is don’t you?” Duo asked.
Heero nodded and headed down the hall to the bathroom.
“Why in the hell didn’t I take him back to the hotel?” Duo asked Zero desperately.
The dog tilted its head to the side and looked at Duo with the ‘what the fuck?’ look.
“A lot of help you are,” Duo said glaring at Zero.
“I put my stuff in the wash so don’t worry about it,” Heero said standing in Duo’s doorway.
Duo couldn’t help but stare. The shirt he let Heero borrow was a little to big and the sleeves almost covered over his finger tips. The sweat pants hung low on his hips even with the drawstring pulled tight, and the pant legs covered Heero’s feet. Heero’s hair was still wet but a towel was around his shoulders to catch the dripping. Duo had never seen anything so sexy, yet adorable in his life.
“Duo?” Heero asked starting to fidget under his gaze.
“What!” Duo jumped startled.
“Nothing...when are you taking me back to the hotel?” Heero asked.
“After we have a talk,” Duo said motioning for Heero to enter his bedroom.
Heero sighed and walked into his room taking a seat on Duo’s large bed.
‘BAD IDEA!’ Duo’s mind screamed seeing Heero on his bed.
Heero tugged at the sleeves on the shirt making sure they covered his wrists.
“I see you took off your favored gloves,” Duo said jokingly.
“They were wet,” Heero said looking down at his hands.
“Heero are you sure your ok?” Duo asked taking a seat next to Heero on the bed.
“I’m fine. Why do you keep asking?” Heero said still not looking at him.
“Because I worry! I’m surprised my hair hasn’t turned white or fallen out! Four years Heero! Four years! Not a fucking phone call! Only notes that weren’t even from you!” Duo ranted.
“It’s complicated Duo...it just wasn’t safe to contact you,” Heero said quietly.
Duo let out a sigh, and his expression softened.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to go all Wuffers on you,” Duo chuckled to lighten the mood.
“It’s ok I deserve it,” Heero said.
“Heero you haven’t looked at me the entire time we’ve been home...what’s on your mind?” Duo asked.
“Well...something happened before I left with Angelo,” Heero said still focusing on his hands.
“What?” Duo asked.
“I...I can’t tell you I’m afraid,” Heero said shakily.
Duo put his arms around Heero and pulled him into a hug.
“Trust me man you have nothing to fear from me,” Duo said rubbing soothing circles on Heero’s back.
“Yes I do...I fear your hatred,” Heero whispered closing his eyes.
Duo stopped shocked by Heero’s words.
“Heero look at me,” Duo said.
Heero just shook his head and continued to look down at his hands. Duo put his fingers under Heero’s chin and pushed up forcing Heero to look at him. Duo was shocked to see tears in Heero’s eyes, and he felt Heero shaking slightly. His friend had never looked so vulnerable.
“Heero I could never hate you,” Duo said gently.
“You don’t understan-,” Heero was silenced as Duo’s lips descended on his own.
Duo watched as Prussian eyes widened in shock before sliding closed. He couldn’t help it he had to kiss him. The pain in Heero’s eyes, the fear, he couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted make that pain and fear vanish, and before he knew it he was kissing him. Duo licked and nipped at Heero’s bottom lip asking for entrance. Heero opened his mouth shyly, and granted Duo’s tongue entrance. Duo groaned in satisfaction. Heero tasted like sweet vanilla, and a hint of strawberry. A shock went through both of them as there tongues met in a slippery dance. Duo maneuvered them so that he was laying over Heero’s body. He broke the kiss only to start leaving a trail of fiery kisses along Heero’s jaw, before moving down his neck.
“Duo,” Heero moaned softly.
Heero gasped as he felt fingers ghost over his abdomen. He felt his shirt being tugged at, and that’s when his mind came back into focus.
“Duo stop!” Heero said.
Duo stopped and looked down into Heero’s eyes. Then Duo’s eyes widened as they caught sight of something. Heero’s sleeve had been pushed up, and he stared at the perfect cross shaped scar that was carved into Heero’s wrist.
“Heero who?” Duo asked grabbing the wrist and pulling it closer for inspection.
“Duo don’t!” Heero shouted trying to pull his arm away.
“No! Who did this to you...did you?” Duo asked fearing the answer.
“No! I didn’t!” Heero snapped.
Duo pulled the wrist to his chest and held it there.
“Then who?” he asked gently.
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A/N: Yay! Another chapter is done, and things seem to be spicing up! Please review and tell me what you think!
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Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing so please refrain from suing me...thank you.
Warning: 2x1, 3x4, 5xS, violence, possible torture, and Relena bashing!
Summary: Heero is being held captive by Dr. J who some how managed to survive the war. While being held there strange things start to happen, and Heero finds himself in the middle of something that the perfect soldier might not even be able to handle.
Set one year after Endless Waltzes, and revolves mostly around Heero and Duo.
Previously: “Fine if I haven’t earned your trust by now I guess I never will,” Duo snapped walking to his room and slamming the door. “You’d hate me if you knew what happened...and I couldn’t bare your hatred,” Heero whispered sadly before getting up and walking out the door.
AU..
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Chapter 7
Duo looked around his room. The walls were black with red lining, and glowing stars covered his ceiling. His king sized bed was also covered in black, sheets and blankets. A small oak table sat beside his bed with a picture frame currently displaying a picture of all the pilots smiling, even Heero. Duo remembered that was the first time he got the man to smile for the camera. His closet was right beside his bed with mirror doors that would slide open from side to side. His walls were also covered in posters and he had some tasteful art. One painting in particular caught his eye. It was an angel with chained wings, the chains leading down to earth and holding the angel away from heaven. He often thought of Heero when he looked at this painting. He had been waiting for Heero to come in and talk to him, but it seems the other pilot was being stubborn, so Duo would have to go back out to the living room to talk to him.
“Stubborn ass!” Duo mumbled getting off his bed and heading for the living room.
He was surprised to find that Heero wasn’t there. Rain was really starting to poor, and Duo slapped himself in the head when he realized the only way for Heero to get back was either have Duo drive him or to walk, and Duo was still here so that meant that Heero was out walking in the rain.
“Did his brain just decide not to work anymore,” Duo said grabbing his coat and keys.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Heero had been walking for at least an hour. The rain had started half an hour ago.
“Well this sucks,” Heero said to himself.
His hair was plastered to the back of his neck, and forehead. His coat was leather but still he was getting soaked, making his clothes heavier. Heero stuck out his thumb as another car drove by. It didn’t stop, and Heero avoided being sprayed by the water it just drove through.
“They’re smart not to pick up people who wonder around in the rain, and that makes me feel a little bit better, but at the same time pissed,” Heero voiced aloud.
He noticed another car out in the distance and was about to stick out his thumb again when a burning pain shot through both his wrists. He pulled his hands close to himself, and snapped his attention to the car coming his way. It was a black Mustang with, black tinted windows. The burning in his wrist intensified as the car came closer. Over the years Heero had learned the pain was a siren going off when a demon was approaching. It helped him hunt them, having built in demon radar wasn’t a bad thing. The scars however he hated. They stood out way to much which is why he wore the gloves. The car was coming closer, and Heero was in no mood to deal with a demon so he looked around to find a place to hide. When he turned around he spotted a familiar black jeep coming his way.
“Duo,” Heero said surprised.
Duo pulled up beside him and opened the door.
“Didn’t your parents ever tell you to have enough sense to stay out of the rain,” Duo said with a smile.
“I wouldn’t know, can’t remember my parents,” Heero said getting in.
Duo turned the jeep around and started heading back to his house.
“This isn’t the way to my hotel,” Heero pointed out.
Duo glanced over at Heero and was about to comment on Heero’s excellent navigation skills but stopped. Heero looked really good wet. His hair was plastered to his face in the most erotic way, and the clothes he was wearing clung to his body tightly. Duo forced himself to look at the road, but even as he watched the road naughty images of the wet wing pilot kept popping into his head.
“Duo are you ok your gripping the steering wheel pretty tightly,” Heero said with a worried expression.
‘Fuck no I’m not ok! I’m as hard as a rock, and you’d kill me if I tried anything,’ Duo’s mind wailed.
“I’m fine,” Duo said in a strained voice.
Heero raised a brow at his friends odd behavior.
“I’m just a little pissed that you walk out into a rain storm instead of asking me for a ride,” Duo said.
He wasn’t lying he was pissed that Heero took off without saying anything, and angry at the fact that he was walking in the rain, one because he could get sick, and two because he was now an untouchable, walking wet dream.
“Oh sorry,” Heero said sadly and looked down at his hands. Fire flared up through his wrists again and he winced slightly and clutched one wrist close to his chest.
“Heero you ok man?” Duo asked worriedly.
Heero looked around and spotted the black Mustang pulling off onto another road before speeding down it.
“Yea I’m fine,” he said again looking down at his hands.
Duo pulled into the driveway, and both he and Heero ran to the front porch. Heero shivered and his teeth chattered when they entered the cool house.
“Your lips are turning blue. I’ll let you borrow some dry clothes and throw your wet ones in the wash for you,” Duo said.
“Duo I really should get back to the hotel...,” he stopped when he noticed the look of determination in Duo’s eyes.
“Ok,” Heero sighed.
“Good boy,” Duo chirped heading to his room to find something for Heero to wear.
He found a black long sleeved shirt, and a black pair of sweat pants.
“Here you go! You remember where the bathroom is don’t you?” Duo asked.
Heero nodded and headed down the hall to the bathroom.
“Why in the hell didn’t I take him back to the hotel?” Duo asked Zero desperately.
The dog tilted its head to the side and looked at Duo with the ‘what the fuck?’ look.
“A lot of help you are,” Duo said glaring at Zero.
“I put my stuff in the wash so don’t worry about it,” Heero said standing in Duo’s doorway.
Duo couldn’t help but stare. The shirt he let Heero borrow was a little to big and the sleeves almost covered over his finger tips. The sweat pants hung low on his hips even with the drawstring pulled tight, and the pant legs covered Heero’s feet. Heero’s hair was still wet but a towel was around his shoulders to catch the dripping. Duo had never seen anything so sexy, yet adorable in his life.
“Duo?” Heero asked starting to fidget under his gaze.
“What!” Duo jumped startled.
“Nothing...when are you taking me back to the hotel?” Heero asked.
“After we have a talk,” Duo said motioning for Heero to enter his bedroom.
Heero sighed and walked into his room taking a seat on Duo’s large bed.
‘BAD IDEA!’ Duo’s mind screamed seeing Heero on his bed.
Heero tugged at the sleeves on the shirt making sure they covered his wrists.
“I see you took off your favored gloves,” Duo said jokingly.
“They were wet,” Heero said looking down at his hands.
“Heero are you sure your ok?” Duo asked taking a seat next to Heero on the bed.
“I’m fine. Why do you keep asking?” Heero said still not looking at him.
“Because I worry! I’m surprised my hair hasn’t turned white or fallen out! Four years Heero! Four years! Not a fucking phone call! Only notes that weren’t even from you!” Duo ranted.
“It’s complicated Duo...it just wasn’t safe to contact you,” Heero said quietly.
Duo let out a sigh, and his expression softened.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to go all Wuffers on you,” Duo chuckled to lighten the mood.
“It’s ok I deserve it,” Heero said.
“Heero you haven’t looked at me the entire time we’ve been home...what’s on your mind?” Duo asked.
“Well...something happened before I left with Angelo,” Heero said still focusing on his hands.
“What?” Duo asked.
“I...I can’t tell you I’m afraid,” Heero said shakily.
Duo put his arms around Heero and pulled him into a hug.
“Trust me man you have nothing to fear from me,” Duo said rubbing soothing circles on Heero’s back.
“Yes I do...I fear your hatred,” Heero whispered closing his eyes.
Duo stopped shocked by Heero’s words.
“Heero look at me,” Duo said.
Heero just shook his head and continued to look down at his hands. Duo put his fingers under Heero’s chin and pushed up forcing Heero to look at him. Duo was shocked to see tears in Heero’s eyes, and he felt Heero shaking slightly. His friend had never looked so vulnerable.
“Heero I could never hate you,” Duo said gently.
“You don’t understan-,” Heero was silenced as Duo’s lips descended on his own.
Duo watched as Prussian eyes widened in shock before sliding closed. He couldn’t help it he had to kiss him. The pain in Heero’s eyes, the fear, he couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted make that pain and fear vanish, and before he knew it he was kissing him. Duo licked and nipped at Heero’s bottom lip asking for entrance. Heero opened his mouth shyly, and granted Duo’s tongue entrance. Duo groaned in satisfaction. Heero tasted like sweet vanilla, and a hint of strawberry. A shock went through both of them as there tongues met in a slippery dance. Duo maneuvered them so that he was laying over Heero’s body. He broke the kiss only to start leaving a trail of fiery kisses along Heero’s jaw, before moving down his neck.
“Duo,” Heero moaned softly.
Heero gasped as he felt fingers ghost over his abdomen. He felt his shirt being tugged at, and that’s when his mind came back into focus.
“Duo stop!” Heero said.
Duo stopped and looked down into Heero’s eyes. Then Duo’s eyes widened as they caught sight of something. Heero’s sleeve had been pushed up, and he stared at the perfect cross shaped scar that was carved into Heero’s wrist.
“Heero who?” Duo asked grabbing the wrist and pulling it closer for inspection.
“Duo don’t!” Heero shouted trying to pull his arm away.
“No! Who did this to you...did you?” Duo asked fearing the answer.
“No! I didn’t!” Heero snapped.
Duo pulled the wrist to his chest and held it there.
“Then who?” he asked gently.
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A/N: Yay! Another chapter is done, and things seem to be spicing up! Please review and tell me what you think!
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