Swing, Swing

June 22, 2008

Watch out world, M-Chan is back and ready for action! This is a 1+2 for now, maybe 1x2, 2x1 later, stay tuned! ;)

Swing, Swing

Heero could hear the sweet melody slowly swaying itself through the rafters of the safe house. He shook his head; that damn co-pilot of his was always listening to some sappy punk somethin' or another, although he grudgingly admitted this one was acceptable.

"Swing, swing from the tangles of my heart…"

Heero, annoyed, glared at his computer screen after realizing it was he who was singing the lyrics. Before he could delve much further into thought, the red warning siren began blaring into his ears and filling the safe house with its echoes. In a flash, Duo was jumping over the banister, his braid flailing wildly behind him and up into the air as he threw off his clothes to quickly change into his combat gear. Heero was caught a bit off-guard at this today, although a reason he could not find. Every time the siren-from-Hell blazed both pilots would strip hastily to their skivvies in order to squeeze into their uniforms. Just standard code, you know? Heero stared at Duo, obviously deep in thought, "Hey Hee-man, we gotta skee-daddle if we are gonna blow these enemies up, stop gawkin' an' change man!"

That was all it took for Heero to jump into action. He hurriedly threw on his battle gear and boarded Wing Zero. The top of the safe house was opened and the two were off into the open blue sky ready to bring death and destruction onto their enemies. Thus was the life of co-pilots: Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, and beat the enemy or die trying. There was no love, there was no kindness, and friends could not be trusted.

…from the tangles of my heart

Is crushed by a former love

Can you help me find a way…

Heero cursed inside his Gundam as he found himself humming the lyrics again. He wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't heard Duo's taunting through his ear piece, "Like that one eh Yuy?"

Heero grunted his response, trying to do anything to pull his mind off the song, off Duo's sweet thighs as he jumped into his uniform…

"Stop. Concentrate." Heero iterated to himself out loud.

A split second later the Wing Zero pilot had to quickly flip his Gundam over in order to avoid a missile coming towards him. Had he not been so deep into thought, the missile would have been easily avoidable, as the alarm in his suit had been going off to warn him about it for about thirty seconds.

"Heero, you alright in there?" Duo inquisitively asked, his voice not masking the worry. Both pilots knew that close-call was due to Heero's lack of attention which was very un-like the Wing Zero pilot.

"Yeah, long day," was all Heero could give as an excuse.

The alarm went off again and before Heero even had time to react he felt a rumbling on the side of his suit signaling he had been hit. The pilot thought it was just a minor scratch until he began to break out into a sweat,

"Duo, is your Gundam fucking hot?"

"No…"

--

That was all Duo had time to respond before he saw an explosion off to his right. It was Heero's Gundam going up into flames.

Heero was in the cockpit, trying frantically to switch his controls, cursing at himself for being so stupid as to let himself somehow become emotionally involved and not think straight. He could hear more missile sirens going off and immediately knew that he and Duo were in trouble - they were surrounded and they could not spot the enemy! They were floating air targets, may as well have been labeled "practice" for their foes. Another explosion blasted off into Heero's ear and right before everything went black he could feel a seering on his face and a piercing pain tearing through his leg.

--

"HEERO!"

Duo watched helplessly as Wing Zero began plummeting towards the ground, not able to help his co-pilot because he was himself battling off rockets and missiles from enemy ground.

Duo knew the code, he was trying to stop himself from leaving the mission and going after Heero, he was repeating it in his head over and over…

"If a man goes down, stick your ground. This is not 2008, this is 3479, every man is for himself. Do not go after your co-pilot, the mission is the most important thing."

After repeating this fifteen times, Duo angrily cried out, "FUCK THE MISSION," and fired ten missiles toward where he thought the enemies were. At this same time he dodged three, one coming from the top, one from the right side, and another from his feet. He was literally surrounded by invisible foes!

With a heavy sigh, Duo realized his outlook was bleak. It was self-destruct and have a chance of saving Heero (and also a chance of dying) or fight until he died. He knew which one the higher in command would prefer…

Did you think that I would cry on the phone?

Do you know what it feels like being alone?

With a split second to make his decision, Duo veered his Gundam off to the right and began accelerating toward the clouds. He laid his finger heavily on the black button, bit his lip, gripped his chair, and pushed. The last thing he heard was a loud explosion, he almost had an out of body experience, seeing his limp, unconscious self fling into the air as DeathScythe became a chunk of burning black metal. He heard a noise he thought was the parachute but was not conscious enough to figure it out. Duo could see from the corners of his nearly clenched eyes a pool of blood beginning to spill from his mouth, seemingly staining the bright blue of the sky below him.

All he could do now was hope the wind carried him to where Heero had crashed. Even then, he would have to pull himself together enough to help his co-pilot…

Before he could finish these thoughts his world, too, went black.

I love cliffies, don't you?

Love,

M-Chan

Back with a bang, bitches.

The song is Swing Swing by the All-American Rejects