Another change of Souls
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply. I own nothing. Characters not mine. Don't sue. No money.etc.
Warning: contains yaoi, but you should know that by now. if not, why are you here?
*.....* signifies actions
"......" talking [.....] are translations of Japanese words
italics thinking
On with the show! ^_^
A huge Coca Cola truck is driving down the road at night. There are two people in the front. One has very long bangs covering half his face. He is wearing a black turtleneck and leaning against the window. The driver, slightly smaller, is wearing a green tanktop with an unruly, yet very stylish mop of moss green hair covering his brow. The pilot with the bangs looks over to his companion. Numerous scrapes and bruises cover his body, but nothing too serious. There is no emotion on either boy's faces. Their eyes cold as ice. "Heero, let me drive the rest of the way." said the boy with the bangs, completely monotone.
"Ah."
~~flashback~~
"Heero. Hayaku!" a tall figure dressed in an OZ uniform whispered. [hurry]
"...... Ninmu Kanryo." [misssion accomplished]
The two dash out of the room. A shower of bullets rain on them but fortunately none found their mark. Explosions rock the compound as two rush though the corridors.
"Trowa. Kochi de." [over here] They rush down the stairs and reach ground level without anyone noticing. As the two pilots lift off in their gundams, Heavy Arms and Wing, the entire complex blows to smitherines. It seems like a clean getaway, but an army of Leo's were already waiting for them overhead. But OZ's MS were no match for the gundams, and soon all that was left was scrap metal. The pilots then land in the forest were their truck was waiting. After placing their gundams inside, the two start their 10 mile journey back to the school dorm.
~~end flashback~~
The two have now switched seats so Trowa was driving. As he drove on, he couldn't stop but sneak a peak at his solemn companion. He is so strong. His body is full of injuries but he doesn't even flinch. Look at how straight he sits. Like he is in a classroom. Absolutely no sign of fatigue. No wonder the scientists call him the 'perfect soldier". I don't think anything can get to him. I wish I could be like Heero. Eventhough these thoughts were racing through his head, Trowa's face didn't move a muscle. His eyes were on the road, seemingly in full concentration.
Meanwhile, Heero was also starting to drift into a world of his own. He was thinking how great it would be to finally get home. Just a few more miles to go. Then I can finally get some sleep. That is, if a certain someone doesn't plan on asking me every detail that happened on this mission. Not that I mind. I'm just tired. It's nice to have him care so much about me. Wait! Ahh! What am I thinking. I don't have emotions. I don't need anyone to care about me!.....well...maybe. Oh shut up Heero! Quit thinking! Look at Trowa. He's not thinking about stupid things like you. Look at him. Completely focused on the road to get us home in one piece. While you? You sit here thinking about yourself and how nice it would be to relax. He's not relaxed. You're getting weak Yuy! Look at him. He's wearing a turtleneck so you can't see but I bet he's got a million cuts and bruises under there. But he doesn't show any signs of pain. He doesn't even look tired. He took over driving for God's sake. My my Heero. What has become of you! He's not afraid of anything. Even to let someone get close to him. You? You freak everytime a certain braided pilot gets close to you. I bet nothing happens to Trowa when Quatra gets a little closer.
*Heero turns his head slightly so peer at Trowa.* I wish I could be like him!
The truck pulls into a cave in the side of the mountain. The area is hidden by a forest. The perfect spot to hide their gundams. That was one of the reasons why they chose this school eventhough it was a little further from the OZ base than they would have liked. After hiding the entrance to the cave with mesh covered in twigs and leaves, the two pilots make their way back to the dorm. Slipping through security and hall monitors was a piece of cake and soon they were infront of their respective doors.
"Oyasumi. Heero"
"You better dress your wounds or Quatre will be worried."
"Ah. You should follow your own advice or Duo will never shut up tomorrow."
"Wakata. Oyasumi." With that the two slip quietly into their rooms.
~~~Quatre and Trowa's Room~~~~
Trowa walks in to find Quatre sprawled over the table asleep. History texts, math, and physics books are everywhere. He looks down to see his assignment already finished with his name printed neatly on top. Quatre stirred in his sleep mumbling, " A.C. 136, Mr. Y creates alliances.....zzzzz.......velocity of boat to water is sine of 30 times ......46....zzz." Quatre slips deep into sleep, his hand clutching the camel that Trowa had bought for him a few days ago. Kawai! Trowa thought to himself. He couldn't help it. The corners of his mouth moved upwards to form the slightest of smiles. His eyes visibly softened. Very gently he lifted the small blond pilot into his arms and carried him to bed. After tucking him him, Trowa proceeded to dress his wounds. No use in making him worry. That wiped the smile from his face. If I was as strong as Heero, then maybe Quatre wouldn't have to worry as much. Still thinking, he slowly lay down to sleep.
~~~Duo and Heero's Room~~~
Oh good, he's sleeping. Heero quietly moved around the mess that was Duo's side of the room to retrieve the first aid kit in the bathroom. He dressed his wounds in complete silence not wanting, and a little fearing, that he might wake the sleeping figure. Now all bandaged up, he walked over to Duo's bed and layed the covers which had fallen on the floor back on the sleeping boy. He picked up the braid which had also trailed on the ground and placed it beside the boy's head. Gently he brushed the bangs out of Duo's face. That's strange, he usually leaves it down if he doesn't have a mission coming up. Was he waiting up for me? A small smile crossed the Japanese pilots face, softening his features. Maybe I should tell you how I feel. I know you care about me, but why I have no idea. But I care about you too. Slowy he got up, kissed the sleeping figure softly on the cheek and whispered, "Oyasumi." Getting into bed he let one last thought cross his mind. I wish I could show a little of my feelings. Just enough so that he can understand me. Like Quatre understands Trowa. Yes, that would be nice.
The next day, Quatre walked into the cafeteria to find Duo sitting alone at the table. He was eating a chocolate browny and had an empty bowl of cerial beside him. Quatre sat down with his own breakfast, fruit salad and a muffin. "Oyaho Duo. Heero didn't get up either ne. The last mission must have been tough."
"I guess so if Trowa didn't get up either. But Heero didn't look like he was too banged up. Just tired." said Duo between mouthfuls of browny.
Quatre had to smile at the way Duo looked with chocolate fudge all over his mouth. "I hope they're okay."
Back in their respective rooms, both pilots struggled to get up. Their heads felt like lead and their bodies just didn't feel right. Heero shook his head to try and clear it. He still felt funny and for some reason his hair kept getting into his eyes. Slowly he got out of bed and looked around. It didn't look right. Everything was so clean and tidy. And he seemed to have gotten taller. Maybe I'm just really tired. So he shook himself again and went to the bathroom to take a shower, dismissing the strange camel that was on Duo's bed. The hot water was a big relieve and seemed to wash away all his weariness. But why was his hair always in his face? When did it get that long? So Heero grabbed a pair of scissors making to cut it off. He wiped at the fogged up mirror so he could get a better look at himself. Emerald green eyes stared back. Heero jumped away from the mirror thinking that somehow he had bumped into someone, when the realization that the thing really was a mirror, finally hit. His jaw fell to the floor. A hand raised to touch his face. NO. Trowa's face. Now he knew why his hair was like that. After a long moment, Heero dropped the scissors and ran out of his room, or rather, Quatre's room. Halfway down the hall he collided with somene and fell on the floor with a thump. Breathing heavily, he pulled himself up and quickly said his apologies.
"Gomen." [sorry] the two said at the same time. Both looked up to see their own faces looking back at them.
"Heero?" Heero's body said.
"Trowa?" replied Trowa's body.
"Hn!" both said in unision.
"Looks like we have a problem." Trowa said in Heero's body. "Should we tell the other?"
"..........no." Heero got up and motioned for Trowa to follow back to...his room.
"Telling the others is not going to help the situation. We don't even know what happened so there is no way they can know either. It would just give Duo something else to joke about."
"And make Quatre worry."
"So lets just try and pretend nothing happened. It shouldn't be hard."
"..........."
"Doda? Something wrong?" [what]
"....I bought a plush camel for Quatre. He says that he wants to get me something. Just tell him there's no need But don't be too harsh about it! *glares intensively* Anything I should know?"
".......Duo lets his hair down at night and sometimes I brush it for him. Start from the bottom up and you won't have as many problems with tangles."
After exchanging the neccesary information about the current lessons in class, the two get dressed and proceed with their......somewhat normal schedual.
Trowa walked into his first class. Algebra. Quatre was at the front giving something to the teacher.
"Mr. Bartan. I'm glad that you are well enought for class. Mr. Winner here was very concerned about you." The teacher waved him in with a smile.
"Daijobu ka? Trowa. You looked really tired. Are you sure you want to be here?" Quatre gazed into Heero's eyes..urm..Trowa's eyes, concern written all over his face. He reached a hand out and pressed it against Heero's forehead. "Well, you don't have a fever, but if you don't feel well just tell me okay?"
Quatre had been talking and leaning closer at the same time. It took every ounce of self control Heero had to refrain from blushing. Oh boy. This could be harder than I thought. And I didn't warn Trowa of Duo's behaviour. This could be bad.
So throughout the class Heero was constantly restraining himself inorder not to appear ...unsettled by Quatre's....movements. The light brushs of his hand, the way he whispered into his ear little tid bits of information regarding what Heero, or rather Trowa had missed earlier in class. He never knew Quatre could be so...alluring in his own reserved way. He didn't glomp onto him like Duo did sometimes to tease him, but those feathur light touches were impressive none the same.
I hope Trowa is a better actor than me.
~~End Part 1~~
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply. I own nothing. Characters not mine. Don't sue. No money.etc.
Warning: contains yaoi, but you should know that by now. if not, why are you here?
*.....* signifies actions
"......" talking [.....] are translations of Japanese words
italics thinking
On with the show! ^_^
A huge Coca Cola truck is driving down the road at night. There are two people in the front. One has very long bangs covering half his face. He is wearing a black turtleneck and leaning against the window. The driver, slightly smaller, is wearing a green tanktop with an unruly, yet very stylish mop of moss green hair covering his brow. The pilot with the bangs looks over to his companion. Numerous scrapes and bruises cover his body, but nothing too serious. There is no emotion on either boy's faces. Their eyes cold as ice. "Heero, let me drive the rest of the way." said the boy with the bangs, completely monotone.
"Ah."
~~flashback~~
"Heero. Hayaku!" a tall figure dressed in an OZ uniform whispered. [hurry]
"...... Ninmu Kanryo." [misssion accomplished]
The two dash out of the room. A shower of bullets rain on them but fortunately none found their mark. Explosions rock the compound as two rush though the corridors.
"Trowa. Kochi de." [over here] They rush down the stairs and reach ground level without anyone noticing. As the two pilots lift off in their gundams, Heavy Arms and Wing, the entire complex blows to smitherines. It seems like a clean getaway, but an army of Leo's were already waiting for them overhead. But OZ's MS were no match for the gundams, and soon all that was left was scrap metal. The pilots then land in the forest were their truck was waiting. After placing their gundams inside, the two start their 10 mile journey back to the school dorm.
~~end flashback~~
The two have now switched seats so Trowa was driving. As he drove on, he couldn't stop but sneak a peak at his solemn companion. He is so strong. His body is full of injuries but he doesn't even flinch. Look at how straight he sits. Like he is in a classroom. Absolutely no sign of fatigue. No wonder the scientists call him the 'perfect soldier". I don't think anything can get to him. I wish I could be like Heero. Eventhough these thoughts were racing through his head, Trowa's face didn't move a muscle. His eyes were on the road, seemingly in full concentration.
Meanwhile, Heero was also starting to drift into a world of his own. He was thinking how great it would be to finally get home. Just a few more miles to go. Then I can finally get some sleep. That is, if a certain someone doesn't plan on asking me every detail that happened on this mission. Not that I mind. I'm just tired. It's nice to have him care so much about me. Wait! Ahh! What am I thinking. I don't have emotions. I don't need anyone to care about me!.....well...maybe. Oh shut up Heero! Quit thinking! Look at Trowa. He's not thinking about stupid things like you. Look at him. Completely focused on the road to get us home in one piece. While you? You sit here thinking about yourself and how nice it would be to relax. He's not relaxed. You're getting weak Yuy! Look at him. He's wearing a turtleneck so you can't see but I bet he's got a million cuts and bruises under there. But he doesn't show any signs of pain. He doesn't even look tired. He took over driving for God's sake. My my Heero. What has become of you! He's not afraid of anything. Even to let someone get close to him. You? You freak everytime a certain braided pilot gets close to you. I bet nothing happens to Trowa when Quatra gets a little closer.
*Heero turns his head slightly so peer at Trowa.* I wish I could be like him!
The truck pulls into a cave in the side of the mountain. The area is hidden by a forest. The perfect spot to hide their gundams. That was one of the reasons why they chose this school eventhough it was a little further from the OZ base than they would have liked. After hiding the entrance to the cave with mesh covered in twigs and leaves, the two pilots make their way back to the dorm. Slipping through security and hall monitors was a piece of cake and soon they were infront of their respective doors.
"Oyasumi. Heero"
"You better dress your wounds or Quatre will be worried."
"Ah. You should follow your own advice or Duo will never shut up tomorrow."
"Wakata. Oyasumi." With that the two slip quietly into their rooms.
~~~Quatre and Trowa's Room~~~~
Trowa walks in to find Quatre sprawled over the table asleep. History texts, math, and physics books are everywhere. He looks down to see his assignment already finished with his name printed neatly on top. Quatre stirred in his sleep mumbling, " A.C. 136, Mr. Y creates alliances.....zzzzz.......velocity of boat to water is sine of 30 times ......46....zzz." Quatre slips deep into sleep, his hand clutching the camel that Trowa had bought for him a few days ago. Kawai! Trowa thought to himself. He couldn't help it. The corners of his mouth moved upwards to form the slightest of smiles. His eyes visibly softened. Very gently he lifted the small blond pilot into his arms and carried him to bed. After tucking him him, Trowa proceeded to dress his wounds. No use in making him worry. That wiped the smile from his face. If I was as strong as Heero, then maybe Quatre wouldn't have to worry as much. Still thinking, he slowly lay down to sleep.
~~~Duo and Heero's Room~~~
Oh good, he's sleeping. Heero quietly moved around the mess that was Duo's side of the room to retrieve the first aid kit in the bathroom. He dressed his wounds in complete silence not wanting, and a little fearing, that he might wake the sleeping figure. Now all bandaged up, he walked over to Duo's bed and layed the covers which had fallen on the floor back on the sleeping boy. He picked up the braid which had also trailed on the ground and placed it beside the boy's head. Gently he brushed the bangs out of Duo's face. That's strange, he usually leaves it down if he doesn't have a mission coming up. Was he waiting up for me? A small smile crossed the Japanese pilots face, softening his features. Maybe I should tell you how I feel. I know you care about me, but why I have no idea. But I care about you too. Slowy he got up, kissed the sleeping figure softly on the cheek and whispered, "Oyasumi." Getting into bed he let one last thought cross his mind. I wish I could show a little of my feelings. Just enough so that he can understand me. Like Quatre understands Trowa. Yes, that would be nice.
The next day, Quatre walked into the cafeteria to find Duo sitting alone at the table. He was eating a chocolate browny and had an empty bowl of cerial beside him. Quatre sat down with his own breakfast, fruit salad and a muffin. "Oyaho Duo. Heero didn't get up either ne. The last mission must have been tough."
"I guess so if Trowa didn't get up either. But Heero didn't look like he was too banged up. Just tired." said Duo between mouthfuls of browny.
Quatre had to smile at the way Duo looked with chocolate fudge all over his mouth. "I hope they're okay."
Back in their respective rooms, both pilots struggled to get up. Their heads felt like lead and their bodies just didn't feel right. Heero shook his head to try and clear it. He still felt funny and for some reason his hair kept getting into his eyes. Slowly he got out of bed and looked around. It didn't look right. Everything was so clean and tidy. And he seemed to have gotten taller. Maybe I'm just really tired. So he shook himself again and went to the bathroom to take a shower, dismissing the strange camel that was on Duo's bed. The hot water was a big relieve and seemed to wash away all his weariness. But why was his hair always in his face? When did it get that long? So Heero grabbed a pair of scissors making to cut it off. He wiped at the fogged up mirror so he could get a better look at himself. Emerald green eyes stared back. Heero jumped away from the mirror thinking that somehow he had bumped into someone, when the realization that the thing really was a mirror, finally hit. His jaw fell to the floor. A hand raised to touch his face. NO. Trowa's face. Now he knew why his hair was like that. After a long moment, Heero dropped the scissors and ran out of his room, or rather, Quatre's room. Halfway down the hall he collided with somene and fell on the floor with a thump. Breathing heavily, he pulled himself up and quickly said his apologies.
"Gomen." [sorry] the two said at the same time. Both looked up to see their own faces looking back at them.
"Heero?" Heero's body said.
"Trowa?" replied Trowa's body.
"Hn!" both said in unision.
"Looks like we have a problem." Trowa said in Heero's body. "Should we tell the other?"
"..........no." Heero got up and motioned for Trowa to follow back to...his room.
"Telling the others is not going to help the situation. We don't even know what happened so there is no way they can know either. It would just give Duo something else to joke about."
"And make Quatre worry."
"So lets just try and pretend nothing happened. It shouldn't be hard."
"..........."
"Doda? Something wrong?" [what]
"....I bought a plush camel for Quatre. He says that he wants to get me something. Just tell him there's no need But don't be too harsh about it! *glares intensively* Anything I should know?"
".......Duo lets his hair down at night and sometimes I brush it for him. Start from the bottom up and you won't have as many problems with tangles."
After exchanging the neccesary information about the current lessons in class, the two get dressed and proceed with their......somewhat normal schedual.
Trowa walked into his first class. Algebra. Quatre was at the front giving something to the teacher.
"Mr. Bartan. I'm glad that you are well enought for class. Mr. Winner here was very concerned about you." The teacher waved him in with a smile.
"Daijobu ka? Trowa. You looked really tired. Are you sure you want to be here?" Quatre gazed into Heero's eyes..urm..Trowa's eyes, concern written all over his face. He reached a hand out and pressed it against Heero's forehead. "Well, you don't have a fever, but if you don't feel well just tell me okay?"
Quatre had been talking and leaning closer at the same time. It took every ounce of self control Heero had to refrain from blushing. Oh boy. This could be harder than I thought. And I didn't warn Trowa of Duo's behaviour. This could be bad.
So throughout the class Heero was constantly restraining himself inorder not to appear ...unsettled by Quatre's....movements. The light brushs of his hand, the way he whispered into his ear little tid bits of information regarding what Heero, or rather Trowa had missed earlier in class. He never knew Quatre could be so...alluring in his own reserved way. He didn't glomp onto him like Duo did sometimes to tease him, but those feathur light touches were impressive none the same.
I hope Trowa is a better actor than me.
~~End Part 1~~