Title: Black Diamond
Author: Kimiko
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: 1+2+1
Series: KISS Songfic Series
Spoilers: None really.
Rating: PG
Disclaimers: The G-Boyz ain't mine, no matter how many stars
I wish upon... "Black Diamond" ain't mine, it was written by
Paul Stanley and performed by KISS.
Warnings: Shounen-ai. Angst.
A/N: I don't know anything about New York City, hell I've
never even been there. It doesn't even have to be New York,
does it? It could be Detroit. It could be Chicago. It could
be LA. But it's New York, because (obscurely and for no
tangible reason) of Disney's "Oliver and Company". This is
set about five years after the end of EW.
~HAJIME~
The morning sunlight broke upon the crowded streets of New
York City. The shadows of a filthy alley in the business
district barely concealed a slender young man, aided
partially by his black clothing. His hands alternately
fingered the end of his long chestnut braid and fiddled with
the golden crucifix at his throat - his only sign of
movement as his violet eyes watched the crowds intently. He
waited, carefully silent, searching for his opportunity. His
nimble fingers worked more desperately in his hair, and he
worried at his lower lip, as he realized that this would be
the fifth day in a row if the opportunity didn't come.
There! Duo shot through the crowd like lightning as a
businessman stumbled. He caught the man's arm. "You okay?" he
asked, grinning cheerfully. "Don't wanna get trampled by this
lot!" Duo gestured to indicate the throng, and while the
man's attention was distracted, slid his other hand into one
pocket and removed the fat wallet inside.
"Yeah," the man was agreeing. "Hey, thanks, kid."
"No problem!" Duo grinned again. "I gotta get going, man!" He
threw a casual salute and dashed off into the crowd, his
braid trailing behind him.
The businessman, sensing that somehow something was not right,
reached into his pocket. His wallet was missing! He stared in
the direction Duo had gone. "Stop! Thief!"
"Kuso!" Duo slid into an alley and began running for all he
was worth.
[Out on the street for a living
Picture's only begun
Got you under their thumb
Hit it]
Heero Yuy sat in the room he had rented at a sleazy motel,
glaring coldly at the screen of his laptop. His fingertips
flew over the keys, as he shifted numbers around in the
database he was hacking. The numbers, this time,
represented bills paid and accounts cleared. Suddenly a
tiny bleeping sounded. Heero paused, then clicked into his
email account and opened the incoming message. He scanned it
quickly, nodded once, and shut the laptop.
"Ninmu ryoukai."
The man's estate, though luxurious, was guarded with only
the usual security precautions. Heero fingered his gun
absently as he disabled the alarms, then silently made his
way into the compound. Hn, good thing there was no braided
baka with him to fuck up the mission.
When the Preventers had disbanded in 198, all the gundam
pilots had gone their separate ways. Well, Trowa had stayed
with Quatre (as far as Heero knew), but that was to be
expected. But he hadn't seen Duo in - gods, had it been
three years? He didn't know what the baka was doing to
survive, but Heero had become a hired assassin.
Once the job was done, he exited the estate and reactivated
the security system, then made his way through the streets
of New York.
"Ninmu kanryou."
[Out on the streets for a living
Picture's only begun
Your day is sorrow and madness
Got you under their thumb]
Duo ducked into the shelter carrying the wallet and several
bags of groceries. "Marge!" he called. "Yo, Marge! I, uh...
found... this wallet on the street today, could you turn it
in to the cops?"
Marge, a stout woman in her late 50s who ran the shelter,
smiled. "How much of it did you spend, Duo?"
Duo shifted guiltily. "Not all of it. We need to get by,
Marge. Since they cut the funding, the kids in here, they
don't have anybody. I do what I have to do."
"DUO!" He turned, and several small bodies glomped onto him,
nearly sending the groceries flying. Marge shook her head
and deftly relieved him of the bags, heading toward the
kitchen. Duo grinned and allowed himself to be dragged to
the ground and tickled silly.
[Whoo, black diamond]
Heero found himself inexplicably in the bad part of town,
passing abandoned buildings and empty lots fenced in old
chain-link. Young teens, male and female, flaunted
themselves on the street corners, or sold drugs in the
alleys. A gaggle of happier-looking youngsters exploded
from the doors of what appeared to be a homeless shelter,
giggling gleefully. Three of them ducked back inside and
attempted to drag someone out. "Walk with us!" they
chorused. "Take us to school!"
"Okay, all right, I'm coming!" Heero sucked in a breath.
He knew that voice... Duo.
The braided American made his way into the center of the
children's little group. "Okay, everybody join hands, and
don't wander off." The children joined hands, forming an
unruly line. Duo led them across the street and turned in
what was presumably the direction of their school.
Heero followed dumbly, seeing Duo as if for the first time.
He had grown a few inches taller, his hair had gained a foot
and a half - but he was as beautiful as the last time Heero
had seen him.
He shook his head, startled. Where had that come from?
[Whoo, black diamond]
Duo blinked up at the sky, shoving his hands in his pockets
as it clouded up and threatened loudly to rain. He didn't
mind rain, provided it was light and above a certain
temperature, but New York rain tended to come down in
buckets. Having enough water was good. Having it ice cold
and dumped on top of you was bad. He grinned to himself.
There wasn't anyone alive who could argue with that. Even
Heero would wait out a cold downpour.
Was Heero even still alive? Probably. The bastard could
survive anything, had time and again. Even Duo's own curse
hadn't been able to touch him.
"They all died," he could have been heard to mutter, had
anyone been paying attention. "Everyone I ever loved, except
Heero." His mask of cheerfulness slipped for just an instant,
but the crowded streets of New York didn't notice. "'Course,
all of *them* at least cared what happened to me."
[Darkness will fall on the city
It seems to follow you too]
Heero watched from the shadows as Duo passed, shoulders
hunched and moving fairly quickly. Heero could see why;
it was probably going to rain. Cold downpour, most likely.
He really ought to get back to the motel. Yet he followed
Duo. Why, he didn't know.
He'd never done anything without knowing why, until he met
Duo. Then, it had seemed to start happening all the time.
Protecting Deathscythe in battle. Rescuing the baka, instead
of killing him, when he'd gone and gotten himself captured.
Interesting, he mused, how all such incidents had centered
around Duo.
Heero watched as the braided baka entered the shelter. Why
he followed, he couldn't say. Maybe he just wanted to get
out of the rain.
When had it started raining?
"Duo." His voice came out sounding cold, lifeless. Other
people's voices didn't sound like that. How did they do it?
He didn't know.
Duo turned. "HEERO?!" The baka's eyes were wide and startled,
but that manic grin, as always, was firmly in place. "Oi man,
you still alive?" So, apparently, was the chatter. "Where've
you been? I haven't seen you in, like, years! Ne Marge, this
is Heero, who I fought with in the war!"
Marge came out of the kitchen, dusting flour off her hands.
"Oh, you're both drenched!" she exclaimed. "I'll go get you
a couple blankets." She left, calling over her shoulder,
"It's nice to meet you, Heero."
Heero didn't need a blanket. He was just a little damp, that
was all. But Duo was accepting the blankets without protest,
so he did the same.
[And though you don't ask for pity
There's nothin' that you can do, no, no]
"So where you been, man?" Duo asked. "Haven't heard from you.
Whatcha been up to?"
"Working," Heero replied shortly.
"Yeah? What kinda work?" Duo pressed.
"You watch the news this morning?"
"No." Duo frowned. "Oi Marge, what was in the news this
morning?"
"Oh, that," she called from the kitchen. "Some bigshot
politician got himself assassinated."
Heero nodded sharply. "That kind of work."
"You're an assassin?" Duo squeaked. "What do you make?"
Heero shrugged. "Depends on the job. Today... Five. Plus
expenses."
"Five what?"
"Million."
Duo's eyes widened. "Shit, man, I knew I was in the wrong
business!"
"Hn," was all the response he'd thought he'd get. But then,
"What do you do?" Heero asked.
"Me?" Duo shrugged. "What I can, what I've always done."
The other just stared at him, waiting. Duo sighed. "Heero,
I'm a common thief."
"Hn."
[Whoo, black diamond
Whoo, black diamond]
"Oi!" Duo brightened as something occurred to him. "Ne
Heero, what if I helped you? Just for a while, until I get
a name for myself in the business. Then I could work on my
own, and send some of my money to the shelter!"
"I work alone," Heero growled.
"Oh come on, man, we had some good times during the war! We
worked together then!" Duo pointed out.
"Hai," Heero snapped, "and you fucked up my missions how
many times?"
"Oi!" Duo frowned. "We won, didn't we? Come on, man, it'd
only be for a coupla months!"
Heero puffed out a breath. "Fine. We leave town right now."
Duo blinked. "Now? But the kids'll think I've abandoned
them!"
Heero glared at him. "You are abandoning them."
"No I'm not!" Duo exclaimed. "I'm gonna come visit! Come on,
Heero, you gotta let me at least say goodbye!"
"Hn." He paused. "Write a note."
"Yeah!" Duo brightened. "That's a great idea! Oi, Marge! Get
me a pen and some
paper, would you?"
"You know where it is, get it your damn self," was her
cheerful reply.
"Okeedoke," said Duo cheerfully. He left the room briefly,
then reappeared clutching a ratty old notebook and a magic
marker. "Dear Munchkins," he muttered, scrawling hastily,
"Sorry I had to leave, but I'll come back soon to visit. Be
good for Marge. Do your homework. I... love you guys." Duo
was blinking hastily as he signed the note, as if there was
something in his eye. He placed it conspicuously on the
table, swiped at his eyes with the back of his hand, and
turned. "Okay, let's go."
[Out on the streets for a living
Picture's only begun
Your day is sorrow and madness
Got you under their thumb]
Heero's pickup truck was old, rusty, and puke green. Duo
climbed into it gingerly, avoiding the springs poking out
of the seat, and fastened the seatbelt securely. "So where
we goin'?"
"Don't know," Heero replied.
"Well, tell me when we get there," Duo yawned. "I'm going
to sleep." He leaned his head against the window, closed his
eyes, and promptly began to snore.
Heero shook his head. "Baka."
[Whoo, black diamond, yeah
Whoo, black diamond]
~TSUZUKU~
Author: Kimiko
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: 1+2+1
Series: KISS Songfic Series
Spoilers: None really.
Rating: PG
Disclaimers: The G-Boyz ain't mine, no matter how many stars
I wish upon... "Black Diamond" ain't mine, it was written by
Paul Stanley and performed by KISS.
Warnings: Shounen-ai. Angst.
A/N: I don't know anything about New York City, hell I've
never even been there. It doesn't even have to be New York,
does it? It could be Detroit. It could be Chicago. It could
be LA. But it's New York, because (obscurely and for no
tangible reason) of Disney's "Oliver and Company". This is
set about five years after the end of EW.
~HAJIME~
The morning sunlight broke upon the crowded streets of New
York City. The shadows of a filthy alley in the business
district barely concealed a slender young man, aided
partially by his black clothing. His hands alternately
fingered the end of his long chestnut braid and fiddled with
the golden crucifix at his throat - his only sign of
movement as his violet eyes watched the crowds intently. He
waited, carefully silent, searching for his opportunity. His
nimble fingers worked more desperately in his hair, and he
worried at his lower lip, as he realized that this would be
the fifth day in a row if the opportunity didn't come.
There! Duo shot through the crowd like lightning as a
businessman stumbled. He caught the man's arm. "You okay?" he
asked, grinning cheerfully. "Don't wanna get trampled by this
lot!" Duo gestured to indicate the throng, and while the
man's attention was distracted, slid his other hand into one
pocket and removed the fat wallet inside.
"Yeah," the man was agreeing. "Hey, thanks, kid."
"No problem!" Duo grinned again. "I gotta get going, man!" He
threw a casual salute and dashed off into the crowd, his
braid trailing behind him.
The businessman, sensing that somehow something was not right,
reached into his pocket. His wallet was missing! He stared in
the direction Duo had gone. "Stop! Thief!"
"Kuso!" Duo slid into an alley and began running for all he
was worth.
[Out on the street for a living
Picture's only begun
Got you under their thumb
Hit it]
Heero Yuy sat in the room he had rented at a sleazy motel,
glaring coldly at the screen of his laptop. His fingertips
flew over the keys, as he shifted numbers around in the
database he was hacking. The numbers, this time,
represented bills paid and accounts cleared. Suddenly a
tiny bleeping sounded. Heero paused, then clicked into his
email account and opened the incoming message. He scanned it
quickly, nodded once, and shut the laptop.
"Ninmu ryoukai."
The man's estate, though luxurious, was guarded with only
the usual security precautions. Heero fingered his gun
absently as he disabled the alarms, then silently made his
way into the compound. Hn, good thing there was no braided
baka with him to fuck up the mission.
When the Preventers had disbanded in 198, all the gundam
pilots had gone their separate ways. Well, Trowa had stayed
with Quatre (as far as Heero knew), but that was to be
expected. But he hadn't seen Duo in - gods, had it been
three years? He didn't know what the baka was doing to
survive, but Heero had become a hired assassin.
Once the job was done, he exited the estate and reactivated
the security system, then made his way through the streets
of New York.
"Ninmu kanryou."
[Out on the streets for a living
Picture's only begun
Your day is sorrow and madness
Got you under their thumb]
Duo ducked into the shelter carrying the wallet and several
bags of groceries. "Marge!" he called. "Yo, Marge! I, uh...
found... this wallet on the street today, could you turn it
in to the cops?"
Marge, a stout woman in her late 50s who ran the shelter,
smiled. "How much of it did you spend, Duo?"
Duo shifted guiltily. "Not all of it. We need to get by,
Marge. Since they cut the funding, the kids in here, they
don't have anybody. I do what I have to do."
"DUO!" He turned, and several small bodies glomped onto him,
nearly sending the groceries flying. Marge shook her head
and deftly relieved him of the bags, heading toward the
kitchen. Duo grinned and allowed himself to be dragged to
the ground and tickled silly.
[Whoo, black diamond]
Heero found himself inexplicably in the bad part of town,
passing abandoned buildings and empty lots fenced in old
chain-link. Young teens, male and female, flaunted
themselves on the street corners, or sold drugs in the
alleys. A gaggle of happier-looking youngsters exploded
from the doors of what appeared to be a homeless shelter,
giggling gleefully. Three of them ducked back inside and
attempted to drag someone out. "Walk with us!" they
chorused. "Take us to school!"
"Okay, all right, I'm coming!" Heero sucked in a breath.
He knew that voice... Duo.
The braided American made his way into the center of the
children's little group. "Okay, everybody join hands, and
don't wander off." The children joined hands, forming an
unruly line. Duo led them across the street and turned in
what was presumably the direction of their school.
Heero followed dumbly, seeing Duo as if for the first time.
He had grown a few inches taller, his hair had gained a foot
and a half - but he was as beautiful as the last time Heero
had seen him.
He shook his head, startled. Where had that come from?
[Whoo, black diamond]
Duo blinked up at the sky, shoving his hands in his pockets
as it clouded up and threatened loudly to rain. He didn't
mind rain, provided it was light and above a certain
temperature, but New York rain tended to come down in
buckets. Having enough water was good. Having it ice cold
and dumped on top of you was bad. He grinned to himself.
There wasn't anyone alive who could argue with that. Even
Heero would wait out a cold downpour.
Was Heero even still alive? Probably. The bastard could
survive anything, had time and again. Even Duo's own curse
hadn't been able to touch him.
"They all died," he could have been heard to mutter, had
anyone been paying attention. "Everyone I ever loved, except
Heero." His mask of cheerfulness slipped for just an instant,
but the crowded streets of New York didn't notice. "'Course,
all of *them* at least cared what happened to me."
[Darkness will fall on the city
It seems to follow you too]
Heero watched from the shadows as Duo passed, shoulders
hunched and moving fairly quickly. Heero could see why;
it was probably going to rain. Cold downpour, most likely.
He really ought to get back to the motel. Yet he followed
Duo. Why, he didn't know.
He'd never done anything without knowing why, until he met
Duo. Then, it had seemed to start happening all the time.
Protecting Deathscythe in battle. Rescuing the baka, instead
of killing him, when he'd gone and gotten himself captured.
Interesting, he mused, how all such incidents had centered
around Duo.
Heero watched as the braided baka entered the shelter. Why
he followed, he couldn't say. Maybe he just wanted to get
out of the rain.
When had it started raining?
"Duo." His voice came out sounding cold, lifeless. Other
people's voices didn't sound like that. How did they do it?
He didn't know.
Duo turned. "HEERO?!" The baka's eyes were wide and startled,
but that manic grin, as always, was firmly in place. "Oi man,
you still alive?" So, apparently, was the chatter. "Where've
you been? I haven't seen you in, like, years! Ne Marge, this
is Heero, who I fought with in the war!"
Marge came out of the kitchen, dusting flour off her hands.
"Oh, you're both drenched!" she exclaimed. "I'll go get you
a couple blankets." She left, calling over her shoulder,
"It's nice to meet you, Heero."
Heero didn't need a blanket. He was just a little damp, that
was all. But Duo was accepting the blankets without protest,
so he did the same.
[And though you don't ask for pity
There's nothin' that you can do, no, no]
"So where you been, man?" Duo asked. "Haven't heard from you.
Whatcha been up to?"
"Working," Heero replied shortly.
"Yeah? What kinda work?" Duo pressed.
"You watch the news this morning?"
"No." Duo frowned. "Oi Marge, what was in the news this
morning?"
"Oh, that," she called from the kitchen. "Some bigshot
politician got himself assassinated."
Heero nodded sharply. "That kind of work."
"You're an assassin?" Duo squeaked. "What do you make?"
Heero shrugged. "Depends on the job. Today... Five. Plus
expenses."
"Five what?"
"Million."
Duo's eyes widened. "Shit, man, I knew I was in the wrong
business!"
"Hn," was all the response he'd thought he'd get. But then,
"What do you do?" Heero asked.
"Me?" Duo shrugged. "What I can, what I've always done."
The other just stared at him, waiting. Duo sighed. "Heero,
I'm a common thief."
"Hn."
[Whoo, black diamond
Whoo, black diamond]
"Oi!" Duo brightened as something occurred to him. "Ne
Heero, what if I helped you? Just for a while, until I get
a name for myself in the business. Then I could work on my
own, and send some of my money to the shelter!"
"I work alone," Heero growled.
"Oh come on, man, we had some good times during the war! We
worked together then!" Duo pointed out.
"Hai," Heero snapped, "and you fucked up my missions how
many times?"
"Oi!" Duo frowned. "We won, didn't we? Come on, man, it'd
only be for a coupla months!"
Heero puffed out a breath. "Fine. We leave town right now."
Duo blinked. "Now? But the kids'll think I've abandoned
them!"
Heero glared at him. "You are abandoning them."
"No I'm not!" Duo exclaimed. "I'm gonna come visit! Come on,
Heero, you gotta let me at least say goodbye!"
"Hn." He paused. "Write a note."
"Yeah!" Duo brightened. "That's a great idea! Oi, Marge! Get
me a pen and some
paper, would you?"
"You know where it is, get it your damn self," was her
cheerful reply.
"Okeedoke," said Duo cheerfully. He left the room briefly,
then reappeared clutching a ratty old notebook and a magic
marker. "Dear Munchkins," he muttered, scrawling hastily,
"Sorry I had to leave, but I'll come back soon to visit. Be
good for Marge. Do your homework. I... love you guys." Duo
was blinking hastily as he signed the note, as if there was
something in his eye. He placed it conspicuously on the
table, swiped at his eyes with the back of his hand, and
turned. "Okay, let's go."
[Out on the streets for a living
Picture's only begun
Your day is sorrow and madness
Got you under their thumb]
Heero's pickup truck was old, rusty, and puke green. Duo
climbed into it gingerly, avoiding the springs poking out
of the seat, and fastened the seatbelt securely. "So where
we goin'?"
"Don't know," Heero replied.
"Well, tell me when we get there," Duo yawned. "I'm going
to sleep." He leaned his head against the window, closed his
eyes, and promptly began to snore.
Heero shook his head. "Baka."
[Whoo, black diamond, yeah
Whoo, black diamond]
~TSUZUKU~
