Chapter 11

Wufei and Heero were walking out of the airport. They had finally arrived in China, much to the joy of Wufei's back. They were in the city of Chengde in the province of Hubei in China.

Heero led him over to a jeep, the vehicle they would be using during their time here in China. Both threw their bags in the back of the jeep before Heero sat behind the wheel. Wufei was fine with that. He had no idea what they were doing here in China, nor where Yuy planned for them to go.

Heero silently and swiftly started to drive Northeast of the city until they were a few miles from the city limits. Heero then took some back roads and soon the pair found themselves in front of a house.

"Where are we?" Wufei asked.

"The Sohma's vacation home." With that said, Heero started to inspect the perimeter.

While that was being done, Wufei went closer to the house to see if anyone was living in it at the moment. Looking in through a window, he could see a layer of dust coating everything in the house. Nothing has been stirred within at least the last two months.

"No one's here," called Wufei.

Heero smirked.

And it hit him. "You planned on no one being here. Yuy, what are we doing here?"

"Reconnaissance." With that said, Heero entered the house.

Wufei looked up to the sky. "Nataku, help me." That said, Wufei followed Heero in, closing the door behind him. He followed the disturbed dust to Heero's location. "What are we looking for?"

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Duo stared at the sippy cup in his hand before chucking it across the room. The cup flew across the room before suddenly being stopped by a wall, a wall that now sported a dent.

Duo's, no, Shinigami's eyes were still alight with fire, flames could easily be seen. Duo had not reigned in his temper, and it had been two days since Heero and Wufei had left for China. Two days of him having to use that blasted sippy cup!

They were going to die.

Heero was going to die because not only did he force him to stay behind, but also for suggesting that he use a sippy cup, let alone use it.

Wufei, on the other hand, was going to die because he was allowed to go with Heero. This meant that Wufei knew something about Heero that Heero didn't want him to know. Plus, they seemed to be getting friendlier then they were before. Something was going on between the two of them and he was going to find out. But the question was how.

Looking at the clock, Duo saw that it was time to head into work. He grabbed his coat and started to make his way to the office. He let his mind drift back to two days ago, the first time the office had met Shinigami.

He had stormed through the front doors. He had just asked Heero if he could go with him and Wufei to China. Heero had taken a hold of his hand, something that Duo was taking to be a positive sigh. But it wasn't. Heero had told him that he needed to stay in town, to work on their mission while he had to complete his self appointed one.

Not staying in the car where Heero was, Duo stormed into the office in Shinigami mode. He blew past the front doors and the front desk, stomping and glaring the entire time. He pushed the up button to the elevator with more force than needed. The elevator came too slow for his liking, only adding more fuel to his anger.

Once Duo had reached his desired floor, he once again was stomping down the hall, giving anyone a death glare that so much as turned to look at him. A foolish man had tried to come and talk with him, to calm him down. It didn't work out in that man's favor. He was soon on the floor, unconscious. Everyone took two steps back after that show.

Glaring at them all again, Duo continued to his destination, Wufei's office. As he neared the door, he felt his anger rise once more. Why was his Heero taking Wufei to China and hot him? Why was he not allowed to go?

Feeling the rush of anger flowing through his veins, Duo never stopped to try and open Wufei's office do by the handle. Instead, he positioned a well placed kick to the door, causing it to fly open and bend the hinges. The door handle roughly met the wall behind it, causing a hole to open. But none of this was noticed by the two people in the room.

"Get out!" Duo had demanded. He hadn't looked at Wufei but rather the sky that was outside of Wufei's window. He knew that if he looked directly at Wufei, Shinigami would fully take over and he would be short one friend.

Duo didn't hear any movements from Wufei. Had he shocked, scared even, the Chinese man? Good. He felt a tiny bit better because of that, but still not enough to be able to look at the man.

"Get out NOW!" he growled again. He was slowly holding it together. Shinigami was fighting for more control. Duo couldn't hand over that control, not yet, not until Heero and Wufei were a safe distance away.

Duo heard Wufei getting up from his chair before moving over toward him.

Shinigami! Did Wufei have a death wish? Couldn't Wufei tell that he was in Shinigami mode?

A hand settled on his shoulder before a voice reached his ear. "Calm down Duo. There's no Deathscythe anymore to take your temper. Only soft little people, so calm Shinigami back down with some boring paper work."

Oh good, Wufei was able to recognize the signs when Shinigami came out. He just chose to ignore them. Not that it did anything to calm him.

Duo growled and nodded, showing Wufei that he had heard him without having to look at him. He then heard Wufei walk out of the office, down the path of destruction he had made, and out to his lover.

Growling once more, he flung himself in the recently vacated office chair, only to throw himself in the paper work he made Wufei leave behind.

Duo snapped out of his memories when he reached the office. Before walking in, he took two deep, cleansing breaths of air, hoping to calm him temper, if even a little. He really shouldn't kill anyone that wasn't the direct cause of his anger, namely one Heero Yuy.

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