Title: Love doesn't play by the rules
Author: Shonny
Disclaimer: If I owned Gundam wing, do you really think I would be writing a fanfic about it?
Warnings: Slight shounen ai
Authors notes: Duo's thoughts are in //thoughts// see?
*hyperventilates* please go easy on me people, this is my first ever try at a fanfic, and I am v. v. nervous bout it. Please excuse me if characters are a bit OOC too. In fact, I need support…
Shonny: I need a muse *conjures up muse* you need a name-
Muse: I already have a name
Shonny: What's that then?
Muse: Luna
Shonny: *blinks* I…see.
Luna: *narrows eyes threateningly* Are you insulting my name?
Shonny: Right then, on with the fic!
Duo lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. There wasn't all that much else to do, probably because it was a quarter past 2 in the morning, and most normal people were asleep. //Not that I could ever be considered normal…wonder if Heero's awake…at least good old perfect computer'll be some company if he is// Duo sat up, and looked across the room, trying to see if his roommate was breathing like sleeping people did. It was too far away to tell, so Duo carefully slid his feet out of his bed, and walked across to Heero's. Leaning over, he just had time to see that Heero's eyes were at least shut, before an explosion rocked the house, hurling him on top of the other boy. Heero's eyes snapped open, the cobalt stare hard and cold. The sound of heavy machinery became apparent, breaking the still silence of the crisp winter night.
"What is going on, baka?" Heero said in a cold hard tone that matched his eyes."
"Damnit Heero, I have a name. Do you remember it? DUO! D-U-"
Another explosion threw them both hard against the wall beside Heero's bed. Heero shoved Duo away, and sprang onto the floor, pulling spandex and tank top from- somewhere- and quickly pulling the tight clothes on. //Not that I'm objecting to the tight part…//Duo blinked in confusion. //Now where the hell did that thought come from?//
"MAXWELL! Get your butt into action, NOW!" Wufei roared from the doorway over the amazing amount of noise coming from outside the house. Duo could vaguely hear what sounded like mild gunfire. OZ. He thought immediately, galvanising himself into action, pulling on every piece of clothing he could find. He looked up to see Quatre and Trowa rushing past his doorway. Pulling on the last piece of clothing (he didn't notice it was a pair of Heero's black spandex shorts). He thought that he could faintly hear someone shout
"Kisama!" from downstairs, and rushed after it to see who it was. Reaching the doorway, he paused for a moment, again wondering about the strange thought that had slipped into his mind about Heero's clothes, then he shot out of the door-and felt his hands violently grabbed from behind, jerking him up. The metallic click and cold tightness around his wrists told him that he had been handcuffed before he even looked. A knee was jabbed into his back and he was sent crashing onto the hard ground, winding him completely. Once Duo managed to gain his breath again, he looked around to see the rest of the pilots all in similar predicaments.
"Oh fuck. Another indian bites the dust, huh?"
They all just looked at him, not even Quatre managing a smile. It was Wufei who eventually broke the silence.
""They have found the gundams."
The smile on Duo's face disappeared immediately as he looked over to the hangar to see it surrounded by mobile suits. His glance flicked back to the safe house they had been living in for the last few months. //Safe, that's a laugh. Look at it now, surrounded by suits…hell, how many suits are there here?//
"Heero, just how many mobile suits are here?" Duo said, voicing his thoughts.
"1, 894 exactly." Heero said tonelessly.
"Well I suppose I should feel honoured that they think we're so important, eh Hee-chan."
Heero treated him to a death glare.
"Shut up, baka." he said.
The OZ soldier holding Duo shifted uneasily, tired of Duo's talking, and prodded him in the small of his back with his gun.
"Silence, priso-" The rest of the soldiers words went unheard as every one of the guns on all the mobile suits took aim at the hangar. Duo's mouth suddenly went uncomfortably dry, and his heart started to beat very fast. Quatre whimpered slightly, and Trowa reached out a hand to him.
"I don't need your help." Quatre snarled at the taller boy. Trowa abruptly withdrew his hand, and looked in another direction as to that of the blond boy beside him. A metallic voice sounded out.
"10...9...8..."
//This isn't really happening. Any moment now, I'm gonna wake up and bounce out of bed and go and jump on Heero and tell him that I had the weirdest dream, and he'll tell me to shut up, damn braided baka, and get off him, and I'll run down the stairs…//
"…7...6...5..."
//…and piss off Fei big time by calling him Wu-bear continuously, and I'll watch Trowa and Quatre trying to ignore each other and the sexual tension between them that there's so much of even Wufei and Heero have noticed it…//
"…4...3...2..."
//…and then Heero will come strolling down the stairs sending death glares at everyone, especially me, and…and…and that isn't going to happen. I'm not going to wake up. This is real. Real.//
"…1...FIRE!"
All of the mobile suits immediately blasted at the hangar, creating a huge bonfire.
"KISAMA!" Wufei roared. Quatre suddenly gasped and doubled up at the force of the feelings shooting towards him. Trowa and Heero each just stood and stared at the fire that had once been their gundams.
"Deathscythe…" Duo whispered, looking up at the flames licking hungrily at the sky. "No…" he whispered. "No…"
Heero looked down at the stricken boy in front of him. //Duo…I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. I'm the leader, I should have stopped this somehow//
Duo looked up at him then.
"Heero, please tell me that this isn't happening." he said in a cracked whisper. Heero looked down at him, his eyes filled with emotions.
"I'm sorry, Duo. It's happening. I'm so, so, sorry." He looked at the braided boy a moment longer, then his eyes closed up, again void of all emotion.
//His eyes were so sad…just for a moment I think I saw the real Heero Yuy, instead of the perfect soldier…//
* * *
"FUCK!" Duo smashed his fist into the wall of the small white cell he was enclosed in. He strode around the room, alternately running his hands through his hair, rubbing his chin, and running his palms down his clothes.
"Goddamn FUCKING OZ!" He kicked the bed. //I really need to blow something up right now. Having to settle for kicking and punching things is no substitute. But wait, oh yeah, THAT'S ALL I CAN FUCKING DO!// He lashed out at the wall again, then realised that his knuckles were already quite badly grazed and bleeding from punching cement walls. //Ok, maybe I better stop doing this//
"Duo." Heero spoke from the other side of the room.
"Yes dear?" Duo answered sarcastically.
"Calm down. You are simply wasting your time, strength and energy. It is pointless and ineffectual. You should channel your rage into something more constructive."
"Yeah, and I'm really going to find something constructive to do trapped in an OZ facility."
"Hn."
"God Heero, don't you say anything that doesn't sound mechanical? Perfect soldier? More like Perfect computer!"
"Hn."
"God Heero, don't you say anything that doesn't sound mechanical? Perfect Soldier? more like Perfect Computer!"
"Hn"
Suddenly the sound of a key being turned in a lock sounded, and both heads snapped to look at the door. A very tall man with soft platinum blonde hair that floated around his shoulders stepped through the door. Duo was vividly reminded of a drawing he had once seen of a Greek god.
"Zechs." Heero stated. The Greek god smiled.
"So you know who I am. I know you too, Heero Yuy. And you, Duo Maxwell." Zechs nodded in the braided boys direction, then returned his gaze to Heero.
"You are to come with me, Mr Yuy. Don't argue, it is pointless."
Duo opened his mouth. Zechs turned faintly amused eyes in his direction.
"Yes, Mr Maxwell?"
"When'll he be back?" Duo asked
"In roughly 2 1/2 hours."
"When he comes back, will he be in one piece?"
Zech's amused but benevolent expression didn't change for a second.
"I'm not in the position to answer that question."
"So does that mean you don't know or you just don't want to tell me."
"The second."
Duo nodded. Worry clenched at his gut as Heero stood and walked to the door. Once he reached it he turned to look back at the braided boy. "Do not worry about me, Duo." he said softly, almost as if he had read his mind. "I can endure all varieties of torture."
Then he walked out the door, with Zechs who gave one last gracious nod towards Duo, then quietly shut the door behind him. //God, if you can hear me now please can you do me a favour and let Heero be ok, and you know I don't mean just physically.// He fingered the gold cross on his chest. //Please.//
TBC
Author: Shonny
Disclaimer: If I owned Gundam wing, do you really think I would be writing a fanfic about it?
Warnings: Slight shounen ai
Authors notes: Duo's thoughts are in //thoughts// see?
*hyperventilates* please go easy on me people, this is my first ever try at a fanfic, and I am v. v. nervous bout it. Please excuse me if characters are a bit OOC too. In fact, I need support…
Shonny: I need a muse *conjures up muse* you need a name-
Muse: I already have a name
Shonny: What's that then?
Muse: Luna
Shonny: *blinks* I…see.
Luna: *narrows eyes threateningly* Are you insulting my name?
Shonny: Right then, on with the fic!
Duo lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. There wasn't all that much else to do, probably because it was a quarter past 2 in the morning, and most normal people were asleep. //Not that I could ever be considered normal…wonder if Heero's awake…at least good old perfect computer'll be some company if he is// Duo sat up, and looked across the room, trying to see if his roommate was breathing like sleeping people did. It was too far away to tell, so Duo carefully slid his feet out of his bed, and walked across to Heero's. Leaning over, he just had time to see that Heero's eyes were at least shut, before an explosion rocked the house, hurling him on top of the other boy. Heero's eyes snapped open, the cobalt stare hard and cold. The sound of heavy machinery became apparent, breaking the still silence of the crisp winter night.
"What is going on, baka?" Heero said in a cold hard tone that matched his eyes."
"Damnit Heero, I have a name. Do you remember it? DUO! D-U-"
Another explosion threw them both hard against the wall beside Heero's bed. Heero shoved Duo away, and sprang onto the floor, pulling spandex and tank top from- somewhere- and quickly pulling the tight clothes on. //Not that I'm objecting to the tight part…//Duo blinked in confusion. //Now where the hell did that thought come from?//
"MAXWELL! Get your butt into action, NOW!" Wufei roared from the doorway over the amazing amount of noise coming from outside the house. Duo could vaguely hear what sounded like mild gunfire. OZ. He thought immediately, galvanising himself into action, pulling on every piece of clothing he could find. He looked up to see Quatre and Trowa rushing past his doorway. Pulling on the last piece of clothing (he didn't notice it was a pair of Heero's black spandex shorts). He thought that he could faintly hear someone shout
"Kisama!" from downstairs, and rushed after it to see who it was. Reaching the doorway, he paused for a moment, again wondering about the strange thought that had slipped into his mind about Heero's clothes, then he shot out of the door-and felt his hands violently grabbed from behind, jerking him up. The metallic click and cold tightness around his wrists told him that he had been handcuffed before he even looked. A knee was jabbed into his back and he was sent crashing onto the hard ground, winding him completely. Once Duo managed to gain his breath again, he looked around to see the rest of the pilots all in similar predicaments.
"Oh fuck. Another indian bites the dust, huh?"
They all just looked at him, not even Quatre managing a smile. It was Wufei who eventually broke the silence.
""They have found the gundams."
The smile on Duo's face disappeared immediately as he looked over to the hangar to see it surrounded by mobile suits. His glance flicked back to the safe house they had been living in for the last few months. //Safe, that's a laugh. Look at it now, surrounded by suits…hell, how many suits are there here?//
"Heero, just how many mobile suits are here?" Duo said, voicing his thoughts.
"1, 894 exactly." Heero said tonelessly.
"Well I suppose I should feel honoured that they think we're so important, eh Hee-chan."
Heero treated him to a death glare.
"Shut up, baka." he said.
The OZ soldier holding Duo shifted uneasily, tired of Duo's talking, and prodded him in the small of his back with his gun.
"Silence, priso-" The rest of the soldiers words went unheard as every one of the guns on all the mobile suits took aim at the hangar. Duo's mouth suddenly went uncomfortably dry, and his heart started to beat very fast. Quatre whimpered slightly, and Trowa reached out a hand to him.
"I don't need your help." Quatre snarled at the taller boy. Trowa abruptly withdrew his hand, and looked in another direction as to that of the blond boy beside him. A metallic voice sounded out.
"10...9...8..."
//This isn't really happening. Any moment now, I'm gonna wake up and bounce out of bed and go and jump on Heero and tell him that I had the weirdest dream, and he'll tell me to shut up, damn braided baka, and get off him, and I'll run down the stairs…//
"…7...6...5..."
//…and piss off Fei big time by calling him Wu-bear continuously, and I'll watch Trowa and Quatre trying to ignore each other and the sexual tension between them that there's so much of even Wufei and Heero have noticed it…//
"…4...3...2..."
//…and then Heero will come strolling down the stairs sending death glares at everyone, especially me, and…and…and that isn't going to happen. I'm not going to wake up. This is real. Real.//
"…1...FIRE!"
All of the mobile suits immediately blasted at the hangar, creating a huge bonfire.
"KISAMA!" Wufei roared. Quatre suddenly gasped and doubled up at the force of the feelings shooting towards him. Trowa and Heero each just stood and stared at the fire that had once been their gundams.
"Deathscythe…" Duo whispered, looking up at the flames licking hungrily at the sky. "No…" he whispered. "No…"
Heero looked down at the stricken boy in front of him. //Duo…I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. I'm the leader, I should have stopped this somehow//
Duo looked up at him then.
"Heero, please tell me that this isn't happening." he said in a cracked whisper. Heero looked down at him, his eyes filled with emotions.
"I'm sorry, Duo. It's happening. I'm so, so, sorry." He looked at the braided boy a moment longer, then his eyes closed up, again void of all emotion.
//His eyes were so sad…just for a moment I think I saw the real Heero Yuy, instead of the perfect soldier…//
* * *
"FUCK!" Duo smashed his fist into the wall of the small white cell he was enclosed in. He strode around the room, alternately running his hands through his hair, rubbing his chin, and running his palms down his clothes.
"Goddamn FUCKING OZ!" He kicked the bed. //I really need to blow something up right now. Having to settle for kicking and punching things is no substitute. But wait, oh yeah, THAT'S ALL I CAN FUCKING DO!// He lashed out at the wall again, then realised that his knuckles were already quite badly grazed and bleeding from punching cement walls. //Ok, maybe I better stop doing this//
"Duo." Heero spoke from the other side of the room.
"Yes dear?" Duo answered sarcastically.
"Calm down. You are simply wasting your time, strength and energy. It is pointless and ineffectual. You should channel your rage into something more constructive."
"Yeah, and I'm really going to find something constructive to do trapped in an OZ facility."
"Hn."
"God Heero, don't you say anything that doesn't sound mechanical? Perfect soldier? More like Perfect computer!"
"Hn."
"God Heero, don't you say anything that doesn't sound mechanical? Perfect Soldier? more like Perfect Computer!"
"Hn"
Suddenly the sound of a key being turned in a lock sounded, and both heads snapped to look at the door. A very tall man with soft platinum blonde hair that floated around his shoulders stepped through the door. Duo was vividly reminded of a drawing he had once seen of a Greek god.
"Zechs." Heero stated. The Greek god smiled.
"So you know who I am. I know you too, Heero Yuy. And you, Duo Maxwell." Zechs nodded in the braided boys direction, then returned his gaze to Heero.
"You are to come with me, Mr Yuy. Don't argue, it is pointless."
Duo opened his mouth. Zechs turned faintly amused eyes in his direction.
"Yes, Mr Maxwell?"
"When'll he be back?" Duo asked
"In roughly 2 1/2 hours."
"When he comes back, will he be in one piece?"
Zech's amused but benevolent expression didn't change for a second.
"I'm not in the position to answer that question."
"So does that mean you don't know or you just don't want to tell me."
"The second."
Duo nodded. Worry clenched at his gut as Heero stood and walked to the door. Once he reached it he turned to look back at the braided boy. "Do not worry about me, Duo." he said softly, almost as if he had read his mind. "I can endure all varieties of torture."
Then he walked out the door, with Zechs who gave one last gracious nod towards Duo, then quietly shut the door behind him. //God, if you can hear me now please can you do me a favour and let Heero be ok, and you know I don't mean just physically.// He fingered the gold cross on his chest. //Please.//
TBC