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Duo-Mr. Mom?
-Chapter One-
"Duo's Discovery
MISSION PERAMETERS: DESTROY PRODUCTION PLANT ALPHOS. MUST BE COMPLETED BEFORE SUNRISE, WHEN PRODUCTION BEGINS FOR IT'S FINAL DAY. TAKE NO PRISONERS, RELEASE NO HOSTAGES OF THE PLANT, LET NONE LIVE. NO ACCOMPICES; MUST BE COMPLETED UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE.
The sun had nearly set, casting a peautiful pink-orange hued blanket upon the sky. The early July heat had faded away by now; the air humid but near frosty in the mid September eve. But, he didn't care - it didn't bother him in the least - he knew that he'd be in, and possibly out in a few minutes. Besides - the place he'd just come from had been very warm, and he was wearing a leather jacket as well. "It'll be a campfire big enough for God to roast marshmallows on around here in a bit, anyway." He thought, walking through the trees at a swift pace. His long brown braid swayed lightly behind him as he walked towards the tall building. Duo sighed lightly as slowed his pace to look at the rather large blue building before him. "It's too bad blowing it is the only way...it could have been a good stroehouse for the Gundams...oh well." he mused to himself. Just as he took a step forward again, he thought that he heared something a few feet off to his left. He stopped dead, reaching for his handgun. As silently as possibly, Duo followed the noise...crying? "What in the name of..." He started, finding a small dark lump a ways away. As he stepped closer, the lump morphed into what looked to be a five or so year old child. "What are you doing in a place like this?" he asked the shivering, crying mass, putting away the handgun. The child didn't respond. Taking a better look, Duo gaspes slightly to see his suspisions confirmed - it was a five year old girl. Then he noticed the crying had died. "Looks like I've got myself a problem." he mumbled, half kneeling over the smaller mass. Gently, he put his arms under the child and lifted her up. "Got any injuries, kid?" All the child could respond with was a low, shaky groan. "I'll take that as a big screaming yes." He said, then ran towards his hidden Gundam. "Open up, Deathscythe, we've go t an injured child." Immediately, the soul-less Gundam opened an emergency foot-hatch. "WHAT the - Reilena, you crafty little princess...'replacing the foot plate' my ass. Well, at least Deathscythe's got a bed in him." Duo said, placing the young girl on the new bed. "Don't worry little one...I'll help you out." He turned, and begin to walk away. "Thanks.........mister........." a tiny little voice squeaked from behind him. Duo grinned lightly as Deathscythe closed his foot hatch.
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"Did you do it, Duo?" Heero demanded upon his not-so-silent return. He hadn't parked his Gundam far enough from the blast area. He'd come right into the hangar bay. "Yes, Heero. Burned to a crisp. Just...ONE slight problem..." Heero cocked his head to one side, and raised an eyebrow. "And that is?" "When I was sneaking up to the back through the forest, I noticed something strange and heared a noise, so I pulled my handgun. As I got closer, it turned out to be a nearly dead little girl. I couldn't just LEAVE her there." "Duo Maxwell, tell me that you didn't bring her here." "Fine, I won't..." he begun, lifting the foot hatch up. Heero groaned loudly as he saw the messy, bloody, and small curled up little body. "Dou you should have killed her...You know that." he said plainly, turning his cold shoulder around and walking away. "Look Mr. perfect Soldier, YOU killed YOUR little girl. I'm not going to kill MINE. Remember her? The little puppy she had? I don't WANT to know how many times must I kill HER." Heero looked up from the floor sharply, stopping in his tracks, laying his eyes upon his hands. The very hand that held the detonator that dismal day. "Fine Duo. You're going to pay for her. It's not coming out of MY wallet. Softie." Heero stated plainly, walking away again. Duo at the back of his brown haired head. "Thanks....bud." "I hope you know what you're doing."
A few hours later, Duo had cleaned up and bandaged the little girl's wounds, put her in his room, and got her some soup and milk ready for her when she was going to wake up. He took great care not to fall asleep as she slowly recovered. if she woke up, she might be scared, and a sleping teenager you don't know in the room might startle her. "She looks so calm and sweet when she's asleep...poor thing. I wonder what happened to her..." he thought to himself. "...where....am I?" a weak, low voice said, the girl rolling over slowly. "Mister?.......where...am I? Who are you?......didn't you...help me?" "Yes I did. I'm Duo Maxwell. You're where I stay. How are you feeling? I was worried..." "Duo...I loke that name. I'm Aitlynn. I'm feeling a bit better than what I was....I'm so tired and hungry." "Aitlynn..I like that name, too. You can have that soup over there. It was for you...how old are you?" "I'll be eight in November..."
Duo-Mr. Mom?
-Chapter One-
"Duo's Discovery
MISSION PERAMETERS: DESTROY PRODUCTION PLANT ALPHOS. MUST BE COMPLETED BEFORE SUNRISE, WHEN PRODUCTION BEGINS FOR IT'S FINAL DAY. TAKE NO PRISONERS, RELEASE NO HOSTAGES OF THE PLANT, LET NONE LIVE. NO ACCOMPICES; MUST BE COMPLETED UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE.
The sun had nearly set, casting a peautiful pink-orange hued blanket upon the sky. The early July heat had faded away by now; the air humid but near frosty in the mid September eve. But, he didn't care - it didn't bother him in the least - he knew that he'd be in, and possibly out in a few minutes. Besides - the place he'd just come from had been very warm, and he was wearing a leather jacket as well. "It'll be a campfire big enough for God to roast marshmallows on around here in a bit, anyway." He thought, walking through the trees at a swift pace. His long brown braid swayed lightly behind him as he walked towards the tall building. Duo sighed lightly as slowed his pace to look at the rather large blue building before him. "It's too bad blowing it is the only way...it could have been a good stroehouse for the Gundams...oh well." he mused to himself. Just as he took a step forward again, he thought that he heared something a few feet off to his left. He stopped dead, reaching for his handgun. As silently as possibly, Duo followed the noise...crying? "What in the name of..." He started, finding a small dark lump a ways away. As he stepped closer, the lump morphed into what looked to be a five or so year old child. "What are you doing in a place like this?" he asked the shivering, crying mass, putting away the handgun. The child didn't respond. Taking a better look, Duo gaspes slightly to see his suspisions confirmed - it was a five year old girl. Then he noticed the crying had died. "Looks like I've got myself a problem." he mumbled, half kneeling over the smaller mass. Gently, he put his arms under the child and lifted her up. "Got any injuries, kid?" All the child could respond with was a low, shaky groan. "I'll take that as a big screaming yes." He said, then ran towards his hidden Gundam. "Open up, Deathscythe, we've go t an injured child." Immediately, the soul-less Gundam opened an emergency foot-hatch. "WHAT the - Reilena, you crafty little princess...'replacing the foot plate' my ass. Well, at least Deathscythe's got a bed in him." Duo said, placing the young girl on the new bed. "Don't worry little one...I'll help you out." He turned, and begin to walk away. "Thanks.........mister........." a tiny little voice squeaked from behind him. Duo grinned lightly as Deathscythe closed his foot hatch.
* * * * * *
"Did you do it, Duo?" Heero demanded upon his not-so-silent return. He hadn't parked his Gundam far enough from the blast area. He'd come right into the hangar bay. "Yes, Heero. Burned to a crisp. Just...ONE slight problem..." Heero cocked his head to one side, and raised an eyebrow. "And that is?" "When I was sneaking up to the back through the forest, I noticed something strange and heared a noise, so I pulled my handgun. As I got closer, it turned out to be a nearly dead little girl. I couldn't just LEAVE her there." "Duo Maxwell, tell me that you didn't bring her here." "Fine, I won't..." he begun, lifting the foot hatch up. Heero groaned loudly as he saw the messy, bloody, and small curled up little body. "Dou you should have killed her...You know that." he said plainly, turning his cold shoulder around and walking away. "Look Mr. perfect Soldier, YOU killed YOUR little girl. I'm not going to kill MINE. Remember her? The little puppy she had? I don't WANT to know how many times must I kill HER." Heero looked up from the floor sharply, stopping in his tracks, laying his eyes upon his hands. The very hand that held the detonator that dismal day. "Fine Duo. You're going to pay for her. It's not coming out of MY wallet. Softie." Heero stated plainly, walking away again. Duo at the back of his brown haired head. "Thanks....bud." "I hope you know what you're doing."
A few hours later, Duo had cleaned up and bandaged the little girl's wounds, put her in his room, and got her some soup and milk ready for her when she was going to wake up. He took great care not to fall asleep as she slowly recovered. if she woke up, she might be scared, and a sleping teenager you don't know in the room might startle her. "She looks so calm and sweet when she's asleep...poor thing. I wonder what happened to her..." he thought to himself. "...where....am I?" a weak, low voice said, the girl rolling over slowly. "Mister?.......where...am I? Who are you?......didn't you...help me?" "Yes I did. I'm Duo Maxwell. You're where I stay. How are you feeling? I was worried..." "Duo...I loke that name. I'm Aitlynn. I'm feeling a bit better than what I was....I'm so tired and hungry." "Aitlynn..I like that name, too. You can have that soup over there. It was for you...how old are you?" "I'll be eight in November..."