Author: Silent Lullaby
Warnings: mythical creatures, yaoi, possible yuri, violence, angst, fluff, and maybe some other things will come up in later chapters. I'll tell you then
Pairings: 2x1, 3x4, maybe some others later.
Gundam wing doesn't belong to me. The story and original characters do.
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The blonde boy smiled happily at Michalyn. Joy nearly flowed off of him and into the hearts of everyone nearby.
"You are really a healer? That's wonderful!"
"I'm not very strong; I can't do internal or deep wounds very well.
Your friend's wounds aren't very deep at all though, so it won't be a problem healing them. I think I should heal Heero first; he's hurt worse than Duo is.
The youth known as Heero nodded.
He placed his arms to his sides so that the girl might access his wounds easier.
Meanwhile Duo watched aprehensively. Quatre had the ability to sense intentions, feelings, and what not from others, and he had yet to be wrong. However, there was a first time for everything. Besides this was his Heero who was hurt, and he wouldn't take chances with him again. The small youth meant far to much to him.
Michalyn closed her eyes and willed her hands to glow.
A soft claming blue aura surrounded her hands like gloves of mist and cloud.
She opened her eyes and placed her hands over the bleeding claw marks on Heero's chest.
The blue mist fanned out to touch the flesh. Before their eyes, Heero's wounds closed then faded into no more than a memory.
"Wow, that was quicker than I thought is would be.
It must be because you have so much energy to assist my powers."
Heero looked to see not even a faint scar to show he had been wounded only moments before.
Upon seeing this he offered a small smile in thanks.
He grabbed his torn shirt and put it on.
Long tears where the only memento of Trowa's claws.
Duo smiled to himself happily. His love was alright and seemed none the worse for the wear.
It hadn't taken even a minute to complete the healing either.
Duo wrapped his uninjured arm around Heero's shoulders and whispered in his ear.
"I won't be so carless again. I never want to se you hurt love.
Heero's mouth twitched and then formed a small smile. Before he could reply Michalyn began speaking to Duo.
"Duo, you're up now."
Duo lifted his bloodied arm upwards for her inspection.
Michalyn moved his arm so that she might have better access, but Duo pulled it away and clutched it protectively.
"That hurt! Could you not do that?"
"If you don't stay still I can't heal it and it will hurt a lot more if you wait for it to heal by itself."
Duo thought for a moment before lifting his arm once again.
Michalyn closed her eyes and the blue mist appeared again.
Nearly ten minutes later Duo was completely healed.
"How come it took so long to heal me when my injury was less severe?"
Michalyn shook her head so that the stray strands of hair moved away from her brow.
"I don't know. It might be that Heero's energy is better suited to healing than yours.
Actually, I can heal wounds faster than that on a normal person so I'm guessing your energy pattern was never meant for healing of any kind."
Duo nodded at this and then began to tear off the torn sleeve of his shirt, quickly followed by the other sleeve.
"I had to wear my favorite shirt today didn't I?
Considering how sharp those claws are I should be happy to have my favorite arm."
The entire group couldn't help but chuckle at Duo's joke.
The atmosphere lightened from its somber mood.
Heero might not have made a sound, but he smiled softly in his own silent laughter.
Duo couldn't help but bubble over in joy. Heero was a quiet shut off individual.
Most people might think right now he was being antisocial, but this was an exceptionally cheerful Heero compared to normal.
He rarely smiled for anyone other than Duo.
He didn't talk unless needed or to make a threat.
Things couldn't have gone better, except for the whole near maiming incident of course.
Duo leaned back and watched his friends converse with each other and their new ally.
Making a few jokes and comments he mostly smiled in happiness.
He slid his hand over his love's and enjoyed all of their company.
Warnings: mythical creatures, yaoi, possible yuri, violence, angst, fluff, and maybe some other things will come up in later chapters. I'll tell you then
Pairings: 2x1, 3x4, maybe some others later.
Gundam wing doesn't belong to me. The story and original characters do.
****
The blonde boy smiled happily at Michalyn. Joy nearly flowed off of him and into the hearts of everyone nearby.
"You are really a healer? That's wonderful!"
"I'm not very strong; I can't do internal or deep wounds very well.
Your friend's wounds aren't very deep at all though, so it won't be a problem healing them. I think I should heal Heero first; he's hurt worse than Duo is.
The youth known as Heero nodded.
He placed his arms to his sides so that the girl might access his wounds easier.
Meanwhile Duo watched aprehensively. Quatre had the ability to sense intentions, feelings, and what not from others, and he had yet to be wrong. However, there was a first time for everything. Besides this was his Heero who was hurt, and he wouldn't take chances with him again. The small youth meant far to much to him.
Michalyn closed her eyes and willed her hands to glow.
A soft claming blue aura surrounded her hands like gloves of mist and cloud.
She opened her eyes and placed her hands over the bleeding claw marks on Heero's chest.
The blue mist fanned out to touch the flesh. Before their eyes, Heero's wounds closed then faded into no more than a memory.
"Wow, that was quicker than I thought is would be.
It must be because you have so much energy to assist my powers."
Heero looked to see not even a faint scar to show he had been wounded only moments before.
Upon seeing this he offered a small smile in thanks.
He grabbed his torn shirt and put it on.
Long tears where the only memento of Trowa's claws.
Duo smiled to himself happily. His love was alright and seemed none the worse for the wear.
It hadn't taken even a minute to complete the healing either.
Duo wrapped his uninjured arm around Heero's shoulders and whispered in his ear.
"I won't be so carless again. I never want to se you hurt love.
Heero's mouth twitched and then formed a small smile. Before he could reply Michalyn began speaking to Duo.
"Duo, you're up now."
Duo lifted his bloodied arm upwards for her inspection.
Michalyn moved his arm so that she might have better access, but Duo pulled it away and clutched it protectively.
"That hurt! Could you not do that?"
"If you don't stay still I can't heal it and it will hurt a lot more if you wait for it to heal by itself."
Duo thought for a moment before lifting his arm once again.
Michalyn closed her eyes and the blue mist appeared again.
Nearly ten minutes later Duo was completely healed.
"How come it took so long to heal me when my injury was less severe?"
Michalyn shook her head so that the stray strands of hair moved away from her brow.
"I don't know. It might be that Heero's energy is better suited to healing than yours.
Actually, I can heal wounds faster than that on a normal person so I'm guessing your energy pattern was never meant for healing of any kind."
Duo nodded at this and then began to tear off the torn sleeve of his shirt, quickly followed by the other sleeve.
"I had to wear my favorite shirt today didn't I?
Considering how sharp those claws are I should be happy to have my favorite arm."
The entire group couldn't help but chuckle at Duo's joke.
The atmosphere lightened from its somber mood.
Heero might not have made a sound, but he smiled softly in his own silent laughter.
Duo couldn't help but bubble over in joy. Heero was a quiet shut off individual.
Most people might think right now he was being antisocial, but this was an exceptionally cheerful Heero compared to normal.
He rarely smiled for anyone other than Duo.
He didn't talk unless needed or to make a threat.
Things couldn't have gone better, except for the whole near maiming incident of course.
Duo leaned back and watched his friends converse with each other and their new ally.
Making a few jokes and comments he mostly smiled in happiness.
He slid his hand over his love's and enjoyed all of their company.