Title: The Soul's Shadow [Part 1]
Warnings: Yaoi 1+3, a little Violence, the fic gets a little weird, most of it taking place in Trowa's "mind".
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, but the idea for the fic is mine. ^__^ Go me!
CCT: I wrote this fanfic a long time ago, and just found it again. (it had been "buried" on my old computer. teehee.) And I wanted to share it with everyone. It's complete!
|KEY|
~*~ = Normal time
----- = Dream sequence/Illusions
'thoughts'
"spoken"
//echoes\\
[Scary talk! You'll understand later.]
***flashbacks***
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"What does it matter to ya,
When you've got a job to do you gotta do it well.
You gotta give the other fellow hell!
You used to say live and let live.
(You know you did, you know you did, you know you did)
But if this ever-changing world in which we live in,
Makes you give in and cry;
Say live and let die!"
--Live and Let Die, Paul McCartney
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Trowa ran through the hall
as fast as he could. The mission had gone sour and it was his fault. He let a
guard see him as he snuck into the base. The guard had somehow triggered an
alarm before Trowa could knock him out. Trowa cursed as he stopped at the fork
in the hall. Looking left he decided to head that way.
Trowa froze in place at the
sight of a gun pointed at his temple. Trowa glared at the soldier as the gun
was roughly shoved at Trowa. The man had to be in his early thirties. He had
short croppy black hair with deep hazel eyes. He was only an inch shorter then
Trowa, but a good twenty pounds heavier.
"Thought you would find
something interesting here? Eh?" The
soldier had an odd tone to him, as if he was the one scared. Trowa knew he could
use that to his advantage.
"I think I did find
something interesting." Trowa kept his voice calm, not letting the soldier
sense that tension he was feeling.
"And what might that be?"
Trowa smiled. "What's so funny?" Trowa didn't answer; instead he lunged forward
clenching the barrel of the gun. They struggled for control and then the gun
fired. Trowa gasped as the bullet penetrated him in his right side. The soldier
had a triumphant smirk on his face, but it soon faded as the gun fired once
more. While the soldier was smiling Trowa turned the gun shooting the soldier
in the gut. The two fell to the ground, the gun sliding across the floor,
discarded. Trowa rolled onto his back, stealing a glance at the soldier. He was
gasping for breath, and Trowa could hear the man praying. Trowa made a noise of
disgust as he slowly sat up.
"Why are you praying?
Praying can't help you now." Trowa's voice was still calm.
"I'm praying for my soul...
I... " The man gasped for breath, but continued anyway, "I would tell you... to
do the... same... but the look in you eyes... tell me you
have no soul... to pray for... God help y... " The man gasped once more before his
body stilled. Trowa sat there stunned.
//... you have no soul... \\
'I do so.'
//... the look in your
eyes... \\
'I do so.'
//... tell me you have no
soul... \\
'I do so.'
Trowa suddenly gasped as a
sharp pain made its way up Trowa's side. 'I need to get out of here.' Trowa
slid up the wall, leaving a bloodstain as he did so.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Heero and Duo waited at
the jeep a few hundred yards from the base. It was well hidden in a small
wooded area, surrounded by bushes and trees. The two had made a run for it when
the alarms had started. Neither knew the reason for their detection, only that
they needed to leave as soon as possible. But they were missing Trowa.
"Where is he? You don't
think he continued with the mission anyway?" Duo asked, turning to look at
Heero. Heero shook his head while crossing his arms. "Then where is he?"
"Maybe he's dead."
Duo's mouth fell open at
Heero's answer. "How could you say that!? What kind of
boyfriend are you!?"
"Shut up. I was only
stating an option. I'm sure he is fine." Duo smacked Heero on the back of his
head. Heero slowly turned his head, giving Duo a glare.
"Then don't say things
like that! If Trowa heard... " The two froze, there was
a noise coming from the bushes ahead. Heero slowly pulled out his gun, aiming
it at the bushes. Trowa slowly emerged, and the two other pilots gasped. Trowa's
face was pale and looked clammy. The front of his turtleneck sweater was
covered in blood.
"Trowa!"
Heero quickly ran over to his lover, not believing what he was seeing. Trowa's
left hand was firmly placed over his right side, holding the wound. "What
happened?"
"Got... shot... Heero... "
Trowa let out a long breath as he fell forward. Heero caught him cradling him as
the two fell to the ground.
"Duo!
Help me get him in the jeep."
"Shit!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Duo sped on the dirt road
heading for Preventers Headquarters. Heero sat in the back of the jeep, Trowa
lying across his lap. Trowa had lost consciousness and was still bleeding
heavily.
"Heero!
You need to put pressure on the wound!" Heero looked down at his hand, which
was covering the wound.
"I am!"
"Your hand isn't going to
help much! Use a cloth or something!" Heero frantically pulled off his tank
top, almost losing it to the wind. While holding the garment he quickly ripped
Trowa's sweater near the wound. Heero quickly folded the tank top, placing it
firmly above the wound.
"Hurry up Duo! I don't
think he's going to make it!" Duo noted the worried tone Heero's voice had
taken.
"I know! I'm flooring it
now!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Five men came running out
of the building as Duo held down the horn for several seconds. Duo then slid
out from behind the wheel running around the jeep. He and the men slowly pulled
Trowa out of the back. Heero, now covered in blood, jumped also got out. He
stared in shock as the men ran into the building, Trowa's unconscious form in
tow. Duo stood next to Heero.
"He'll make it Heero... Trowa's
a fighter... " Duo's voice was low and barely audible.
to be continued...
CCT: Well, what do you guys think so far? o.o If you like, move along to the next chapter!