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Duo: The Great Destroyer Never Again
Chapter 1
Chapter 4
No! It's happening again! Duo sat bolt upright. He couldn't see through the bright white light. A hand gently but firmly pushed him back into the bed. A familiar voice said, "It's all right Duo." Duo allowed himself to be subdued because his head had begun violently spinning. After a few minutes his eyes adjusted. He was in a white sterile hospital room. Quatre sat next to the bed in a hard plastic chair. In his hands he was holding a brilliant green plant.
Beaming down at Duo, he asked, "Morning Duo. How do you feel?"
Shielding his eyes from the harsh light, Duo groaned. "Like a Leo just kicked me in the head." Glancing around he saw a few cards piled on the nightstand by his bed. A IV stuck in his arm. Grimacing, Duo moaned, "I hate needles."
Quatre laughed easily. Then he became serious. "Duo," he pleaded, "You've got to stop. You're going to get yourself killed. Please, just come back to Earth. Everyone's been really worried about you."
Duo frowned. "I'm sorry old buddy, but there's something I've gotta do out here."
Quatre looked angry. "Getting yourself killed won't help!" He yelled, "You think wasting your life will bring Hilde back?! And what about the rest of us? Do you even care how we would feel if you, who we went through so much with, were killed? Did you think about that?!" Taking a deep breath he calmed himself. Then realizing what he had said he tried to apologize,"Duo I'm sorry..."
"How dare you!" Duo snarled. "You don't know what it's like! How dare you accuse me of throwing myself away! Get out!"
"Please Duo. I didn't mean-"
"I said Out!"
"Wait just listen for a minute."
Duo jammed his fist into the nurse call button. A nurse strode in a moment later. "Yes? she asked.
Duo pointed an accusing finger at Quatre. "Mr. Winner's stay is over. Get him out of here."
"Duo please-"
"I'm sorry," the nurse said in an official tone, "But you're upsetting the patient so you have to leave." With that she hustled him out of the room.
Duo sat there breathing heavily. He saw Quatre had left the plant on the chair. "How dare you," he growled and hurled the plant across the room. It smashed into the wall with a satisfying crash. Glaring balefully at the crumpled pile of ceramics and soil Duo rested his head against the wall behind him. Soon his ragged breathing became smooth and regular, his troubled mind drifting into the merciful emptiness of sleep.
Quatre stood starring at the door for a while. An expression of despair was stamped on his face. How would he ever get Duo to come home now? The nurse shoved him into the waiting room.
Quatre made his way back to the hotel and collapsed onto his bed. Starring at his ceiling he ran the conversation through his head. He would just have to go back. Duo needed a friend. Wuffei was no help, Heero and Releena were on their honey-moon so he couldn't lay this on him. Trowa... Well Trowa had enough to deal with. That left it up to him.
Quatre rolled over and massaged his temples. A scene rose to his mind. He was standing in the spaceport a day after Duo's sudden departure. Releena had run up to him with tears gleaming in her eyes. "Please Quatre,' She had pleaded, "Please bring him back." Quatre had been surprised to see that Releena was so worried about Duo. It was clear that the spectacle at her wedding had left her deeply shaken.
Restless, Quatre stood again. The nurses wouldn't let him back in for a while. He would just have to figure out what to say. But not here, in this soulless little room. No he needed to be around people, happy people. Grabbing his jacket and key he strode from his room.
Once on the first floor, Quatre decided to walk to the park rather than catch a cab. It was mid day and the sidewalks were crowded. Children gathered at store fronts and starred at the shiny wares. Parents tugged at their sleeves and pleaded for them not to stop. After all there were doctor's appointments, and relatives to visit, and gifts to buy... Quatre smiled and basked in the whirling myriad of humanity. Business people rushed back and forth, each with a pressing goal on their minds. Yes, Quatre thought, It was good to be alive.
Soon he came to the park. An old man sat on a bench and enjoyed the warm light of the artificial sun. A few teenagers relaxed on the grass, laughing at some private joke. A baseball game was in full swing on the field and the parents sat and idly chatted with their friends.
Quatre wandered along until he found an empty bench. Sitting down, he starred at the lake. What could he say? What would make Duo forgive him enough to listen? Dropping his head into his hands Quatre cleared his mind and listened to the voices around him.
Gradually, his attention focused on the conversation of a few men on the next bench over. He picked up on it because their tones of voice were so out of place on this magnificent day. Hushed and quiet, they spoke in grim tones.
"The Colonial says that they fought a Gundam last time out," One of the men said significantly.
"Yeah," The other man replied, "I heard that too. How'd it turn out?"
"Wraith cut him to pieces."
"What happened to the pilot?"
"Some idiot thinks they saw him eject but I think he's dust."
"Probably right. Did the boss say anything?"
"No. Enough about that. Is every one in place?"
"Yeah. Are we really going through with this?"
"You bet. But lets not talk here." With that both men stood. Quatre starred at them as they walked by. As they passed one of the men brushed into Quatre. "What are you looking at?" he snarled. Where he had brushed Quatre, his sleeve had been pushed back. Before it slipped back down, Quatre caught a glimpse if a tattoo. It was a large W in bold crimson.
Angrily the man stormed past and Quatre starred at his receding back. Who were these guys? What did they have to do with Duo? What were they planning. One thing was for sure, Quatre knew, He had to warn someone. Soon.
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When Duo woke up he suddenly knew what he had to do. He was not concise of forming the plan, he just suddenly knew. With a twisted smile he punched Wuffie's number into the phone by his bed.
Wuffie picked up and rubbed sleep from his eyes. Seeing Duo he swore, "You fool, Do you have any idea of what time it is?" Duo could see Sally sleeping on the bed behind him.
"No I don't. I also don't care. I need you to get some things for me." Wuffie was silent, obviously waiting for him to continue. "Back when we were piloting, I kept a safe box on each of the colonies. Which one are you on now?
"L9," came the cold reply.
I need you to go to the spaceport. In locker 95,783 is a package. I need it shipped here right away. The opener code is GREAT DESTROYER."
Wuffie nodded again and cut the transmission. Duo smiled and went back to sleep.
A few hours later a nurse entered his dark room. The only light came from a street lamp out side. After checking his IV she left a package on his bed table. As soon as she was gone Duo opened his eyes and grabbed the package. He ripped it open and let the contents spill into his lap. The pale light shone on the black fabric of his priest uniform. His cross slipped into his hand. Feeling around the package he felt a familiar cold heavy weight. Smiling wolfishly he pulled out the gun. Swiftly he braided his hair and slipped into the comfortable clothes. Then silently he slipped out the door.
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They finally let Quatre in. The nurse was still mumbling about it being too early but had picked up on his sense of urgency. Quatre ran down the gleaming hallway. Turning towards Duo's room a doctor yelled, "Hey you can't go in there. The patients haven't been woken yet. Hey!" But Quatre ignored him. Coming to the door he threw it open.
"Duo I think someone's going to try to-" he began. Then he stopped. Duo was gone.
Duo: The Great Destroyer Never Again
Chapter 1
Chapter 4
No! It's happening again! Duo sat bolt upright. He couldn't see through the bright white light. A hand gently but firmly pushed him back into the bed. A familiar voice said, "It's all right Duo." Duo allowed himself to be subdued because his head had begun violently spinning. After a few minutes his eyes adjusted. He was in a white sterile hospital room. Quatre sat next to the bed in a hard plastic chair. In his hands he was holding a brilliant green plant.
Beaming down at Duo, he asked, "Morning Duo. How do you feel?"
Shielding his eyes from the harsh light, Duo groaned. "Like a Leo just kicked me in the head." Glancing around he saw a few cards piled on the nightstand by his bed. A IV stuck in his arm. Grimacing, Duo moaned, "I hate needles."
Quatre laughed easily. Then he became serious. "Duo," he pleaded, "You've got to stop. You're going to get yourself killed. Please, just come back to Earth. Everyone's been really worried about you."
Duo frowned. "I'm sorry old buddy, but there's something I've gotta do out here."
Quatre looked angry. "Getting yourself killed won't help!" He yelled, "You think wasting your life will bring Hilde back?! And what about the rest of us? Do you even care how we would feel if you, who we went through so much with, were killed? Did you think about that?!" Taking a deep breath he calmed himself. Then realizing what he had said he tried to apologize,"Duo I'm sorry..."
"How dare you!" Duo snarled. "You don't know what it's like! How dare you accuse me of throwing myself away! Get out!"
"Please Duo. I didn't mean-"
"I said Out!"
"Wait just listen for a minute."
Duo jammed his fist into the nurse call button. A nurse strode in a moment later. "Yes? she asked.
Duo pointed an accusing finger at Quatre. "Mr. Winner's stay is over. Get him out of here."
"Duo please-"
"I'm sorry," the nurse said in an official tone, "But you're upsetting the patient so you have to leave." With that she hustled him out of the room.
Duo sat there breathing heavily. He saw Quatre had left the plant on the chair. "How dare you," he growled and hurled the plant across the room. It smashed into the wall with a satisfying crash. Glaring balefully at the crumpled pile of ceramics and soil Duo rested his head against the wall behind him. Soon his ragged breathing became smooth and regular, his troubled mind drifting into the merciful emptiness of sleep.
Quatre stood starring at the door for a while. An expression of despair was stamped on his face. How would he ever get Duo to come home now? The nurse shoved him into the waiting room.
Quatre made his way back to the hotel and collapsed onto his bed. Starring at his ceiling he ran the conversation through his head. He would just have to go back. Duo needed a friend. Wuffei was no help, Heero and Releena were on their honey-moon so he couldn't lay this on him. Trowa... Well Trowa had enough to deal with. That left it up to him.
Quatre rolled over and massaged his temples. A scene rose to his mind. He was standing in the spaceport a day after Duo's sudden departure. Releena had run up to him with tears gleaming in her eyes. "Please Quatre,' She had pleaded, "Please bring him back." Quatre had been surprised to see that Releena was so worried about Duo. It was clear that the spectacle at her wedding had left her deeply shaken.
Restless, Quatre stood again. The nurses wouldn't let him back in for a while. He would just have to figure out what to say. But not here, in this soulless little room. No he needed to be around people, happy people. Grabbing his jacket and key he strode from his room.
Once on the first floor, Quatre decided to walk to the park rather than catch a cab. It was mid day and the sidewalks were crowded. Children gathered at store fronts and starred at the shiny wares. Parents tugged at their sleeves and pleaded for them not to stop. After all there were doctor's appointments, and relatives to visit, and gifts to buy... Quatre smiled and basked in the whirling myriad of humanity. Business people rushed back and forth, each with a pressing goal on their minds. Yes, Quatre thought, It was good to be alive.
Soon he came to the park. An old man sat on a bench and enjoyed the warm light of the artificial sun. A few teenagers relaxed on the grass, laughing at some private joke. A baseball game was in full swing on the field and the parents sat and idly chatted with their friends.
Quatre wandered along until he found an empty bench. Sitting down, he starred at the lake. What could he say? What would make Duo forgive him enough to listen? Dropping his head into his hands Quatre cleared his mind and listened to the voices around him.
Gradually, his attention focused on the conversation of a few men on the next bench over. He picked up on it because their tones of voice were so out of place on this magnificent day. Hushed and quiet, they spoke in grim tones.
"The Colonial says that they fought a Gundam last time out," One of the men said significantly.
"Yeah," The other man replied, "I heard that too. How'd it turn out?"
"Wraith cut him to pieces."
"What happened to the pilot?"
"Some idiot thinks they saw him eject but I think he's dust."
"Probably right. Did the boss say anything?"
"No. Enough about that. Is every one in place?"
"Yeah. Are we really going through with this?"
"You bet. But lets not talk here." With that both men stood. Quatre starred at them as they walked by. As they passed one of the men brushed into Quatre. "What are you looking at?" he snarled. Where he had brushed Quatre, his sleeve had been pushed back. Before it slipped back down, Quatre caught a glimpse if a tattoo. It was a large W in bold crimson.
Angrily the man stormed past and Quatre starred at his receding back. Who were these guys? What did they have to do with Duo? What were they planning. One thing was for sure, Quatre knew, He had to warn someone. Soon.
_______________________________________________________________________
When Duo woke up he suddenly knew what he had to do. He was not concise of forming the plan, he just suddenly knew. With a twisted smile he punched Wuffie's number into the phone by his bed.
Wuffie picked up and rubbed sleep from his eyes. Seeing Duo he swore, "You fool, Do you have any idea of what time it is?" Duo could see Sally sleeping on the bed behind him.
"No I don't. I also don't care. I need you to get some things for me." Wuffie was silent, obviously waiting for him to continue. "Back when we were piloting, I kept a safe box on each of the colonies. Which one are you on now?
"L9," came the cold reply.
I need you to go to the spaceport. In locker 95,783 is a package. I need it shipped here right away. The opener code is GREAT DESTROYER."
Wuffie nodded again and cut the transmission. Duo smiled and went back to sleep.
A few hours later a nurse entered his dark room. The only light came from a street lamp out side. After checking his IV she left a package on his bed table. As soon as she was gone Duo opened his eyes and grabbed the package. He ripped it open and let the contents spill into his lap. The pale light shone on the black fabric of his priest uniform. His cross slipped into his hand. Feeling around the package he felt a familiar cold heavy weight. Smiling wolfishly he pulled out the gun. Swiftly he braided his hair and slipped into the comfortable clothes. Then silently he slipped out the door.
_______________________________________________________________________
They finally let Quatre in. The nurse was still mumbling about it being too early but had picked up on his sense of urgency. Quatre ran down the gleaming hallway. Turning towards Duo's room a doctor yelled, "Hey you can't go in there. The patients haven't been woken yet. Hey!" But Quatre ignored him. Coming to the door he threw it open.
"Duo I think someone's going to try to-" he began. Then he stopped. Duo was gone.