War, Peace and Revolution
Summary: An accident involving pilots 01 and 02 sends them spiraling through a wormhole and into a world similar to their own. Being taken in by opposing sides, the two decide to bide their time. However, it soon becomes clear that remaining out of the war is impossible, and intervention is unavoidable.
Anime: Gundam Wing/Gundam Seed
Couple: Duo/Heero (YAOI) More Pairings to Come.
Rated: M
Genre: Romance/Adventure
Written By: D-B-911
Co-Authored By: S. T. Nickolian
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Chapter 1
A World like Mine
"I don't look for danger,
Danger looks for me."
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It was finally peaceful. Yes, the intervals between War and Revolution were always quiet for a select few; it was always looked forward to. However, the G-Pilot's, though they welcomed the silence, were still cautious and guarded, well aware of what was bound to follow after their 'peace'...for now though...
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Duo's cobalt eyes gazed at the face of the boy lying across from him. He smiled and moved closer to him; arms wrapped around his body and molded his form against the other. He smiled when he felt long fingers gliding through his chestnut brown locks.
"What time is it?" Heero asked, his lips moving against the exposed skin of his neck. Duo closed his eyes in bliss before opening them once more to glance at the digital clock.
'Damn, already seven.' He glared at the clock before muttering, "Who cares." He felt Heero smirk against his neck and blushed.
"Is it time to get up?"
"No, it's only ten past seven."
"We have a little less than an hour before we have to get ready and leave." Heero said, his voice a mere whisper in Duo's ear. His eyes widened at the implication but soon closed them as Heero removed his hand from his hair, guiding it down the length of Duo's arm. Heero smirked and continued his downward descent until he reached the elastic waist band of Duo's black boxers.
"Heero," he breathed, but couldn't continue as Heero leaned forward and claimed Duo's lips in a possessive kiss. Duo moved his hands in an attempt to grab Heero's messy dark brown locks, only for Heero to take hold of both his wrists and place them above his head.
Heero felt himself growing hard just by looking at Duo who now lay beneath him, his hair cascading around his head. He slipped his hand beneath the piece of fabric separating him from Duo.
"Ah!" Duo looked into the lust glazed eyes of his lover. "Heero," he cried out as Heero continued his ministrations on his lower self.
-Knock- -Knock- -Knock-
"I-ignore it, Heero," Duo said pleadingly. Heero looked at him, to the door, then back to Duo. He returned his attentions back to the toned body beneath him, only for another set of loud thumps to interrupt him again.
"Sir's! Mr. Yuy and Mr. Maxwell, Lady Une has requested your presence in Lab 9 of block B. It's an order."
"Ignore it..." Duo said, though he knew it was pointless.
"...Inform Une that we'll be there in ten minutes."
"Sir," They listened as the footsteps faded. Heero pulled his hand from Duo's boxers and released his hold on his wrists. Duo glared intensely at Heero. Flipping him over, he placed both his hands on Heero's, locking them in place on either side of his head while straddling him.
"Once! Just ONCE, why...can't you NOT be the perfect soldier! Just...once..."
"Duo―"
"No! I don't want to hear it." Duo removed himself from Heero and made his way to the bathroom, grabbing his clothes on the way.
Heero listened from his spot on the bed. "Idiot..." He said when he heard the water turn on.
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Duo finished his shower quickly; he dried off and dressed in his black preacher outfit that he had gotten resized as he grew. Now 17, his looks hadn't changed much; his hair had grown two inches, and he had grown taller by about that much too...but that was about it. He brushed his damp hair and tied it back into a braid then left the bathroom. He ignored Heero who watched him as he pulled on some socks and his black boots before he grabbed his hat and left the room. Heero's eyes followed him until the door shut, but he never said anything.
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Quatre walked out of lab 9 of block B. He was helping Lady Une prepare for some kind of first time experiment. He stopped walking though when he spotted Duo heading towards the room he just vacated. He felt a rush of hurt overwhelm him and jumped when he felt a hand steady him as he unconsciously leaned towards the wall.
"Oh, thanks Trowa."
Trowa gave a silent nod of his head and watched as Duo walked past them and into the room.
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When Heero arrived, Lady Une had the two of them stand in the center of a Crystallite circle.
"What is this?" Duo asked, slightly wary of what was happening, his senses running haywire as they went into overdrive.
"It's a transporter. We have tested it already with inanimate objects and they have arrived in one piece with no trouble at all."
"...that's...reassuring." He said sarcastically.
"Shouldn't this be done with one person?" Quatre asked.
"We have enough power for two successful transports."
"...I suppose..."
"Wait! I'm not gonna come out of this with the head of Heero...am I?" Duo asked. After what just happened between them, that would be way too awkward.
Lady Une ignored Duo and waited till they were standing in their spots. Suddenly the ground shook and she fell into the button, lightning struck the machine causing Quatre's eyes to widen.
"NO! Duo, Heero...GET OUT OF THERE!" It was too late; a wormhole appeared behind the two, instead of the normal silver shimmer that appeared every time they sent an inanimate object. The ground finally stopped shaking and when they looked to where Heero and Duo should be...they weren't there.
"No..."
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(Another Place...Another Time)
"Sir, something hit us on the upper deck of the Vesalius!" A man turned to the soldier speaking. The superior wore a white uniform and had blond hair, a mask covering the upper part of his face.
"How bad is the damage? Do you know what hit us? An attack is highly unlikely."
"Well, the damage is fixable, however...I don't know about the kid."
"Kid?" They turned to the four boys who had been listening. The one with silver hair and sapphire eyes had been the one to speak out.
"Yes, a boy who looks to be maybe a year or two older then you. He's out cold on the deck; we have a few soldiers watching him, waiting for your orders Creuset."
"We are in the middle of the Indian Ocean, how did he get on the Vasalius?" The one with blue hair and emerald green eyes asked.
"Well, I was up there when it happened, a black...well, I don't know what it was, appeared in the sky, and he was...thrown to the ship. Then the black something disappeared."
"Very explanatory, soldier, return to your post, I will take a look, Athrun, Yzak, Nicol, and Dearka, if you will follow me."
"Sir!"
The four boys followed after their commanding officer and up to the outer deck of the Vasalius. When they were on the surface the first thing they noticed was the large cracks, then the boy lying on the cracks.
"Well, he's dead." Dearka said, running a tan hand through his blonde wavy hair as his amethyst eyes looked at the indention in the ship. "No way could he have survived that."
"No, he's alive, sir, just not conscious."
"I see, take him to the infirmary."
"Yes sir," One of the soldiers picked him up carefully and they watched the brown braid that had been hidden beneath him, fall over his shoulder and move with every step the soldier made.
"He looks girly." Dearka commented.
"That's an understatement."
"Now boys," Creuset said, "I want you to trade watch over him until he awakens. Watch him 2 hours, trade, got it? You decide the order." Creuset left without another word.
"Not it!" Dearka and Yzak said before Athrun and Nicol could comment.
"Heh, I'll do first watch," Nicol said, his wavy green hair blew gently with the wind, doe brown eyes watching his friends.
"I'll be the night owl. So I'm last." Dearka said.
"I'll go before Dearka."
"Then I'll take second post." Athrun said after Yzak.
"Good, it's settled."
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(Elsewhere)
"Is he dead?" A boy with brown wavy hair and green eyes asked. The woman with shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes the question was directed to didn't answer and stood waiting for the man who just left to retrieve their doctor. Finally the two came in. The man made his way back to the girl, his blonde hair moved with the light breeze, blue eyes watching the kid carefully.
"No! Tolle, you're standing to close to him!" A girl with a Nancy cut said warily.
"What's he going to do, jump me in his sleep?"
"Mwu, would you get them out of here." The brunette woman next to him asked. He nodded and moved close to them.
Mwu was the first to notice the sudden change, the simple twitch behind the eye before returning to normal, but it was enough. "Tolle, Miriallia! Move away from―"
The boy kicked his leg out faster than the others could see, moving quickly behind the girl, his gun which had been held to his back by the waist line of his pants, was now placed firmly to her skull.
"AH!" Miriallia screamed, instinctively falling still at the pressure against her head.
"Quiet!" The boy who had only moments before been unconscious ordered sternly, his eyes darting around the room. "Where is Duo!"
"Who?" Mwu asked.
"Brunette hair in a long braid, my height, cobalt eyes, would be wearing black." He railed off the information quickly and precisely, reminding the officers watching vaguely of the strict ways their enemies were trained.
Mwu stepped forward carefully, arms spread wide in a gesture of peace, as he tried to get closer to the teary girl, just in case they couldn't calm the boy down. "We haven't seen anyone like that. Kid, you're in the middle of the ocean, on our ship."
"..." Mwu could see the gauges turning in his eyes, no doubt working a hundred miles a second. "What year is it?"
"C.E. 71, March, 7th."
'I'm from A.C. 196...' He released his hold on the girl and pushed her to the blonde haired man. "Good guys or Bad?"
"Depends on which side you're on?"
"None." The woman narrowed her eyes slightly in confusion at the cold word.
"We are in the Earth Alliance."
"...hm," He looked at his arm and glared, obviously irritated with the injury he sustained.
The doctor cleared his throat tentatively. "You dislocated your arm, let's get that―" He didn't get the chance to finish as the boy took hold of the offending arm.
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"...Ow..." Tolle said, holding his own arm as the boy in front of him popped his arm into place without even flinching.
"And to think, that could have been you." Mwu said as he ruffled Tolle's hair.
"Are we near the Earth Sphere Unified Nation, or where it once was..."
"Uh...that was in our history books, wasn't it in ORB?" Tolle asked uneasily, clearly still shaken by what was happening.
The woman straightened, taking on her role as captain. "Yes, we are heading that way anyways."
"Good."
The doctor stepped forward, wary of the gun still in the boy's hands, and tried to talk to him. "Child you should rest, you just totaled a ship's deck."
"Yuy...Heero Yuy, call me child again and I'll introduce you to a new kind of pain." The doctor took a step back, shocked at the frigid glare and threat in his words.
Mwu laughed, liking Heero's attitude and trying to lighten the atmosphere. "Haha, alright kid, come on. Let's get you in a spare room with a bed. You can sleep while we have someone clean up this mess." Heero glanced at the damaged deck around them and nodded before following the man, his gun clinched tightly in his hands.
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Me: Hope you enjoyed! This story will be written by me and NICOL! Uh...S. T. Nickolian...in case you didn't know. Please Read and Review! ^_^'' don't forget to send messages and PM's to credit Nicol for her hard work too, nai!