Duo 21Chapter 7

by Nix Winter

Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing and I wish the entire franchise all the best. I do own the world concept I'm cooking up here and it's subject to inhabitance by many creatures, both good and bad.
http/www(dot)deviantart(dot)com/deviation/38207089/ pic of angelic Duo

Chapter Seven

Disbelief colored Duo's voice as he shifted from foot to foot where he crouched on the old wooden kitchen chair, a long neck bottle of beer held in both hands. "So... You're saying there's thousands of me - don't tell the other Heero's. I'm not sure he could deal. But also there are thousands of you's and everyone. Like different 'branes' and this is all nice probable science. And if I hadn't shot Heero's crazy self our 'brane and some freaky other membrane would have been blown back to original possibilities - Otherwise known as 'the big bang'?"

Wufei, the same Wufei that this Duo had always known, stood calmly by the window. Dressed in traditional Chinese clothes, back silk, his silky hair braided. He wore a dragon embroidered eye patch over one eye and a soft smile. "You are surprisingly keen minded when you are drunk."

"I'm not drunk. I'm half way to self-medicated. That's what Sally says I'm doing. I have some guilt that fucks with my head because I blew my lover to hell. Damn bastard always gets to go first." Duo took another drink of his beer. "Fei, why didn't you and I become lovers?"

"Aside from me being a one eyed and very boring mathematician and you being a gundam pilot turned axe wielding recluse, I think it was that you were in love with Yuy from the first time you saw him."

"Shot him then too," Duo said. "Fei, don't talk yourself out of the blow job that I was thinking about giving you."

"As utterly tempting as that is, I was rather hoping to talk to you about a way to undo the last five years, to change the way time has played out. Not only in our world, but also in all the affected worlds."

Duo, looking much less drunk, a big of life coming back into his dark violet eyes. "Save Heero? So I don't shoot his crazy fucker homicidal self?" Duo

"Yes," Wufei said, his voice edged with irritation and maybe a little regret. "I have an inside source, of sorts. There is only one Heero of the mortal kind, one angelic and one shinigami left. The rest are dead. The shinigami's living in your yard. The mortal has a death bans on his head and angelic Heero is not what he seems. "

"Oh, dude, I haven't had enough beer to really get what you're saying. In fact, I might need a couple shots of whiskey. Want some?"

"No, thank you," Wufei said. "Duo, please, listen to me. Please stay clear minded. We have only fifteen days. The membranes are closest on that day and time is easiest to bend. Beyond that there is another issue."

"Oh yeah," Duo took another drink of his beer, but not a long one. He shifted into a sitting position, sitting straighter, looking like the braided general of an army of one than he'd been until the last five years. "What's this other issue?"

"There is another me, and he is going to try to stop us. If the last Heero is slain, then the membranes will move farther apart. This is good for the council, safer for those that have evolved to ride out the collisions and the long times in between them, but bad for those of us who would turn back time and restore all the lives lost."

"Wu, there's way we can bring people back to life," Duo said, eyes sharp, dark glass turning slowly between his fingers.

"We can not bring people back from the dead, but if they never died in the first place, we can simply keep them from dying," Wufei said cryptically. "You called yourself the god of death. Would you face real death gods and gods of life? If it gave you a chance to prevent Heero from dying?"

"Wufei, I'd do anything to save Heero. Just tell me what to do?"

"First… we must find the key that keeps an angel blind. You killed your Heero once to save lives of strangers. Now, I just need you to steal from a Heero you've never met."

Duo grinned, toothy and bright. "OH, I can steal shit. No problem," Duo said, afraid to hope that Heero could be saved after being gone so long. "What about Heero's ghost? That's a shinigami?"

"Yes, and he's as stranded as the angel we need to rescue. Not that they are really angels or shinigami, or demons, for there are those that inspired those names as well. They are simply beings that evolved into niches carved by millennia of living on the membranes. Duo, please do consider, if you do nothing, there are excellent odds that you'll live, our world will live, and these membranes will grow farther and farther apart. If you do as I'm going to ask, the odds are good you will die without success."

"Wu, you've always been such a fucking optimist. I have to try. I'm not living without Heero. What do you get out of all this?"

"What I've always wanted, only better," Wufei said, looking away, dark eyes clouded with that which he was not going to share.

Note: This story's just really screaming at me! smiles I hope it's not too confusing. I should finish it soon.