Oh yeah, and the same warning to the last still applies, there's probably going to be trauma people, so deal with it.
Disclaimer: I don't own them; I just sucked them into my warped mind and played with them a bit.
"Speech,"
'Thoughts'
Eyes of Sapphire, Heart of Glass
Chapter 1
By: vannadear
The Heavy Arms pilot was the first to shake out of his stupor by calmly walking to the wooden desk in the corner and rifling through several of the drawers. While it took Duo an extra couple of seconds to tear his eyes from the pale skin splayed out before him, he eventually managed to remember that they were in the room with a purpose. As his feet shuffled towards the nightstand next to the bed, he decided to break the thick silence coating the room by softly questioning his companion.
"Are we looking for disks, USB drives, or hard copies Tro?" as he spoke, his hands slid open the top drawer of the nightstand, the contents of which caused him to inhale sharply. His mind raced as he took inventory of the drawer; the handful of whips, straight razors, syringes and knives among the only things that he recognized.
Before the acrobat could respond to his query, the braided pilot started a rambling round of questions and statements that would have made Quatre on a sugar high look like he was standing still.
"What kind of operation is this chick running?!?" the infuriated pilot exclaimed. "Who the HELL is this poor girl? I know it can't be Beryl, she doesn't have blond hair! I've never seen anyone with hair that long before! Who the hell ties a young girl to a bed naked!?! You don't even want to see what's in this nightstand buddy; this Beryl chick must be seriously disturbed!" Duo's ire got the best of him and he shoved the drawer closed with so much force it cause the entire stand to rock back into the wall.
His fists clenched and moved to his sides as he studied the girl for a moment. Long, golden blond hair trailed down her slim body; almost covering her completely from view, save for a few glimpses of skin between the thick tangles of strands. A thick layer of bangs fell across her forehead and eyelids, her slightly upturned nose and rosebud lips enhanced her already breathtaking features. The thick steel manacles that bound her to the bedposts were the only thing disrupting the picture of the sleeping angel.
In his study of her features, his violet gaze noticed a blemish marring the girl's perfect skin, upon closer inspection he was once again rendered confused by the situation. "What the hell? Hey, Tro' come over here," Duo whispered to the other pilot.
Trowa stopped in his less than successful search of the bureau and strode over to the bedside, taking in the features of the unconscious girl for the first time. Duo leaned in closer to the bed for a better view, pointing to her upper arm. "What does this look like to you? Are my eyes playing tricks on me or is that a tattoo? Isn't she a little young to have a tattoo? I mean she doesn't look any older then us!" he questioned the stoic uni-banged teen.
Said teen moved next to the Deathscythe pilot, stooping down to gaze at the area Duo was referring to. "It looks like a constellation of stars, but there's also a number, right here." He explained pointing to a small part on the girl's upper arm. His eyes struggled to focus on the fine details of the markings in the darkness of the room, before they widened in a shocked realization.
"The tattoo isn't just on her arm Duo," his hands silently moved towards the appendage, gently sliding his hands under her back and lifting to see as much of the tattoo, before continuing "It goes around her shoulder and onto her back, Duo┘it looks like she has an entire map tattooed on her skin," he admitted.
His companions head snapped around to look into the other pilot's eyes before his lips curled into a grin. "Look's like we found the plans after all, good thing it's her too, I would have felt like shit if we had left her here," he sighed in relief. Trowa only nodded in agreement and went back to the bureau and removing several articles of clothing.
The clothes were all obviously going to be oversized on her slight frame, but it was still much better then the alternative of freezing. As the taller of the two searched for something appropriate and easy to clothe the young girl, Duo slid the cigarette pack out of his back pocket and quickly disposed of the heavy manacles encasing her ankles and wrists. When Trowa turned from the chest of drawers with a handful of clothing, he realized that Duo had started the walkthrough of the room, removing all signs of them being there, save for the fact they took the girl.
Which left Trowa to dress the girl.
Shit.
He nearly spoke up about the division of labor, shouldn't it be the gay guy in a steady relationship that dressed the naked siren on the bed instead of the straight sexually suppressed pilot? Resigned to his fate, Trowa Barton sighed quietly and began to move her arms into a long sleeved t-shirt 'She's very well built,' he thought to himself, before quickly shaking the perverse idea from his mind, 'The poor girl was captured and humiliated and you're ogling her naked unconscious body!' he berated himself before pushing the thoughts away and concentrating on the task at hand.
Once Trowa was finished, he carefully gathered the small teenager in his arms before speaking to his partner across the room. "I'll take 'Sutaa gaido' in my Gundam, we're done here, and it's almost time for them to cease the attack." Duo smiled at the moniker, "Star Guide huh? It's fitting, until she wakes up and we find out her actual name," he nodded, then continued speaking, only this time to the unconscious girl in Trowa's arms "I'm just gonna call you Star for now, okay babe?" before silently holding the door open for Trowa and their sleeping charge and following them out the door.
'Boy is Heero gonna be surprised when he finds out!'
T. B. C.