Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing!
Warning: boyxboy
Pairing: 1x2 or 1x2x5
Rated: M for language, and some slight sexuality in the future.
By the time I've reached home, it was twilight. I pushed the door open. There was no need for a lock for a place like this. Just look at it! It looks like a dump with stupid, steep stairs and broken floor planks. The windows were blocked by wood and black paint, and the door looks like it got attacked by some huge beast or something. Nope, no one would enter such a dirty and broken down house. I did take some precaution though. Now everyone in the city thinks this place is a haunted house. I laugh at the gullibility of these people.
I kicked the door closed and took a seat on the floor. There were no furnishings in this place except for the mirror. I still need to look good or people will wonder what the hell was going on in here, and come and check it out of curiousity.
I closed my eyes and rested it against the wall. I wonder how long it will take before they give up. A couple of days, two weeks tops. I banged my head against continuously against the wall. Stupid Gerald.
"Why don't you ask those old war buddies of yours to help?" I mocked, copying the old man's hand gestures he did at the time. Soon after I dropped it, letting my hands lay on the ground as though they were dead. Well, they are. Ugh, whatever.
"What do you want me to do, Gerald? Pop out of nowhere and tell them 'Hey guys, sorry I went missing for five years. You see, someone killed me and now I'm a zombie. Want to help me find the guys who did this to me?'"
I hit my head against the wall one last time before standing back up. Yeah, that would work oh-so-well. I paced around the room. Damn, this is lame. It sucks not being able to sleep. I paused in my steps. Maybe I should tell the guys. I shook my head. But dammit, what the hell am I going to tell them? I slammed my fist onto my palm. No, I can't involve them in this. It's not their problem, it's mine. I continued pacing once again. It was all I could do until morning came and I changed my clothing. I checked myself in the mirror before walking back out the door.
I waved hello to a couple of the people walking up and down the streets, all of whom gave me strange looks that held a hint of fear. Oh right, the haunted house. Maybe they think I'm the one controlling the ghosts. Wouldn't that be creepy? I scratched my cheek. What to do? I jammed my hands into the front pocket of my black hoodie, and began walking down the sidewalk. Maybe I should get a job, but the old man did say I shouldn't do anything too strenuous, wouldn't want to break my brittle fingers. My bones just aren't what they used to be. What I would do to go back to working on the scrap yard. I scrunched my eyebrows together. Would I even be able to hold a gun?
I walked past the poles full of my pictures and frowned, wounding my braid tighter around my neck. Those photos weren't there yesterday. Damn, that was fast. They sure know how to work it. Too bad they didn't think about doing it years ago; I probably would have gone straight to them.
I saw an ice cream stand and stuck my hands down my jeans, taking out my wallet. Aw, it's empty. That sucks. I don't really need the ice cream, but it looks so nice and yummy. And it'd give me something to do besides walking around like a buffoon with no destination. I looked across to the other side. There was a bank. Good thing I thought about opening my own separate account that the others don't know about, otherwise it would be a pain in the ass! I looked both sides and quickly made my way across the streets. I cocked an eyebrow. There's no ATM machine. What the hell happened to convenience?
"This is way too much work for ice cream," I grumbled to myself, walking inside the tall, glassed building and immediately groaned out loud at the long line of people. "Of all the days to-" I cut myself off and turned on my heel to leave the building when a couple of people came in. They were covered in black; from pants to shirt, to mask and hat. There was no doubt who they were, and the weapons they held in their hands made it even easier to identify them: robbers.
I pulled my hood over my head. The last thing I needed was for them to notice me, shoot me in the stomach and have the jug leak out its contents. Nope, not what I needed at this moment. That and I promised the old man I wouldn't come back for another week. No need to break my promise.
"EVERYONE DOWN!" One of them shouted. He sounded very shrill, I noted. And he has chestnut brown hair with green eyes. Probably jade. I dropped back onto my hind heels and raised my hand over my head, as though cowering in fear. I shook my body to make it look more realistic than the act that it really was.
My eyebrows shot up to my hairline. They were all holding semi-automatic rifles. That's great, a great pain in my ass. I doubted I can lift those. A loud, high pitch scream broke into the stiff air and I turned to my left. The poor woman was trying to shush her crying child while trembling in horror herself. That's no good. I was about to move in and help her when I felt cold metal at the corner of my head. That's definitely not good.
"What d'ya think you're doing?" Was the low voice at the other end of the gun. I could feel sweat building up at the back of my neck.
"Well, you see, I was going to try to help that poor mother over there with her crying baby because ya know, I don't want to see either of them get killed." I gave a chuckle, albeit nervous from the soft click I just heard.
"You think you're funny? How about I blast your brains out, you stupid mother fucker."
I frowned. Damn, can I hurt him without breaking my bones? Probably not, but it might be worth a try.
"Hey man, there's no need to go around swearing. I'm pretty sure the mother of that child ain't appreciating your language." I really liked dancing with death. Really.
The cold metal pressed harder against my head, as though trying to merge with it.
"Well I ain't appreciating your sense of humor, little man. And unless you want to die, you will shut the fuck up, you hear me?"
Funny, I think he's serious. "Right-o, Mr. Robber, sir." Ow, that stupid shit just hit my head with the butt of his rifle. Asshole, can't even appreciate a little joke.
One of the guys stared at the ringleader near me. "Hey Adam-" a loud gun shot rang through the area, missing the other guy by an inch.
"What did I say about calling out my name during these sessions, huh? Do you want me to blow you into smithereens?" 'Adam' said.
I smirked, the expression hidden by the shadow cast by my hood. These guys were stupider than I thought. At least now I got one of their names, their height, gender, eye colour and hair colour. I wonder what Heero would do to get this information? Probably tie me up and torture me until I tell him. Too bad he's not going to catch me anytime soon. He might have legal rights to hack into systems, but he's not going to find me either way. Damn Preventers, taking him under their wing. What do they need him for anyway? They already have Wufei and Trowa, and sometimes Quatre. Then they go and add Heero on the team. I'll never hear the end of it if they find out I've been under their nose all along. I can imagine the earful I'd receive. Not something I look forward.
"Well, sir, u-um," the guy stuttered.
"What? For God's sake, what the hell do you want?" Adam snapped, raising the gun to face the guy.
The guy swallowed and looked straight at Adam with a nervous stare. "I-it seems someone alerted the Preventers."
Would you look at that. Who knew a person could turn that made shades of red and purple at once. He's going to blow, ladies and gentleman, please remember to use your umbrella and take cover. This is going to get ugly.
"WHAT?" Just as soon as he said that, his head blew up. I lowered my head in time for the bits and pieces of his brain that splattered against my body. That, was gross. Apparently I wasn't the only one who thought that. The mother from before screeched loudly alongside her child, and the men huddling in the corner hoarsely screamed as well. The women behind the counters were crying mercilessly and hugging each other, all becoming very pale. I think I was the only one who hadn't reacted that badly. The other robbers started running around like headless chicken. Without their leader giving them orders, they were at a loss of what to do.
That, in my dictionary, is not good at all. Because this is the point where they'll start raising their tiny, little guns and shooting everyone in sight if no one stops them in time. And by no one, I meant the Preventers.
Would you look at that, I was right. The robbers started yelling at each other.
"Holy mother fuc-"
"What the fu-"
"We're all going to die!"
"SHUT UP!"
Damn, there was a level-headed person amongst the idiots. You don't get that too often. Well, this is where this person says they need to take a hostage.
"We need to take a hostage."
Yep, bingo. I knew it, this always happen in all those stupid movies you see all the time. They're going to take someone vulnerable and weak, someone who can't fight back. It's going to be-
"Leave the child there and grab the woman."
I hate being right. It sucks because then it just makes it all the more depressing. I scrunched my eyebrows together. I can't let this happen. If this woman gets killed, what's going to happen to the child? I sighed inwardly. I hate being the hero. I'm more of a sidekick, ya know?
As I prepped myself for it, a gas bomb was thrown in through the window, breaking the glass. I cocked an eyebrow. That was really subtle. It gave the Robbers a big fright though, and they started shooting their barrels at the window, woman laid forgotten on the ground, holding tightly onto her child. I quickly got into a crouching position and made my way to her, jerking her to the back where the other men were. Why is it that banks only have one exit? This is the stupidest shit ever. Hopefully they'll learn their lesson and build one after this.
Soon after, mist covered the place and the robbers ran out of bullets and were swearing their heads off at one another. One man even started sobbing at the aspect of being caught and thrown into prison, or worse, being tortured to death.
Figurines started appearing as the mist surrounding the bank got thinner.
"Drop your weapons and put your hands up in the air where we can see them," one man said with a gas mask over his face.
They all dropped their rifles and put their hands on the back of their head, stepping forward and getting handcuffed and placed into a car. While that was going on, I was trying to calm the crying woman.
"Hey now, there's no need to cry anymore. Look, you're scaring your kid." I looked at the toddler's red face and puffy eyes. He was probably scared out of his wits, not knowing what was going on and what had scared his mother into screeching like a banshee. The woman calmed down a bit after that, cooing at her child and allowing a sob to escape now and then. Looks my good deed for the day is finally done.
Everyone was being evacuated and I stood, stretching my hands over head and followed the others out of the bank. Once out, I started walking down the sidewalk when I was suddenly pulled back. I let out a cry of surprise and turned to give the stranger who grabbed my arm a piece of my mind and was suddenly shocked at the sight.
"Duo?"
Aw shit, "Trowa?"
I got around to writing another chapter. :) Laziness behold! It caught me and wouldn't let go. Anyway, you know the drill. R&R
