Disclaimer: I don't own any of Gundam Wing or it's characters. Suing me would be like trying to get blood from a stone.
Notes: Shonen-ai (horah), moderately dark issues, and a little bit angsty. Yeah I ripped off the title, if you know where it's from I'll warn you it has very little to do with the book/film. I suck at titles. Please read and it'd be very nice if you could review too.
Two Flew Over the Gundam Nest.
By
FreeThinker
Chapter 2-Assesment.
The violet eyes scanned the information on the screen. Then furious clicking and typing. Duo had just hacked a space shuttle company's flight records. He didn't want to be here any longer than needed. A small smile spread across his lips as he found the information he wanted.
A sudden creak of the door made him reach for his gun and point it in the direction of the sound. Duo let out a sigh of relief when he saw it was Quatre. The blond boy held his breath looking at the gun pointing at him, and breathed again when Duo put it away.
"Sorry Quatre, I wasn't expecting anyone and must have forget to lock the door."
The Arabian sighed and said "It's okay, I should have knocked." He nervously glanced around the single room apartment before to directly at Duo. "How are you?"
Duo ginned and said, "I'm great! I just found some promising stuff."
Quatre moved to the bed, wondering if Duo would mind if he cleared away some of the rubbish, but instead cleared some of the papers into a neat pile. He then surveyed his old friend and paused before asking "Are you sure? Have you been drinking lately?"
The American frowned slightly, "I don't have a problem. And if you must ask I haven't had anything for a month."
Quatre uncomfortably looked at the floor "Trowa and I were worried after the last time we saw you…"
"I just had a little too much to drink that night…and then there was what Wufei said…It just wasn't a good night. I'm sorry I worried you." Duo spun back to look at his screen again. He didn't want to look at the bed at the moment, with the bottles under it taunting him.
The blond young man looked back up at the braid trailing down Duo's back "You can't search forever."
Duo not even looking away from the screen replied, "I'll just look as long as it takes me to find him."
Quatre sighed and walked over to Duo, and tenderly put his hand on his shoulder. "Then I hope you find him soon, for you sake." The blond haired face bent down and gave a light kiss on Duo's cheek. Duo stopped typing for a moment, unsure of how to react. Quatre's hand left his shoulder and he made his way to the door. He opened the door and said "Take Care Duo." before leaving.
Duo sat there in stunned silence for a moment. He lifted his hand to feel his cheek where Quatre had kissed him. The human contact had left him shocked…it reminded him of Heero. Snapping out of his thoughts he continued typing. "I'll find you Heero."
~*~
The young man everyone called John waited in the queue for food. He leaned against the wall staring with content at the others in the queue. They all wore the same clothing more or less, beige cotton smocks trousers, but some had dressing gowns on. He sneered, he was well aware he wasn't like these people. Far too aware. His mind had come back sharp from the night's fog, and he could see everything that was wrong. The young man heard a shuffling and looked behind him, Dougie had joined the queue, who also believes that the dark haired man was the devil. The blue eyes look up at Dougie, and noted again how Dougie is a good 2 feet taller, and twice as big. The smaller man massaged his temples; today was a day he didn't need this.
"You're the Devil…" Dougie drawled.
Blue eyes looked up to Dougie "Leave me alone."
"I know you're the Devil." Dougie continued with absolute conviction. "I know what you are."
The younger man didn't want to continue this, and since he was now at the food hatch he no longer needed to be in Dougie's presence. He took the green plastic plate and took it to an empty table. He stared at what was on it, which he believed to be braised beef. The chunk of meat swimming in gravy sat next to a pile of grey mashed potatoes. With a fork he prodded some sinew and gristle on the beef, but his attention was taken away from it when someone sat down opposite him. He looked up and it was Dougie.
"I know about you."
The man glared at Dougie through his dark hair. "Do you now."
Dougie looked surprised at the non-denial, and took this as unquestionable proof that he was right. "I knew I was right! You want to posses me!" Dougie gripped the knife by the side of his plate. The blue eyes were on that knife. "I won't let you!"
With that, the large man flew at the smaller one, dragging him across the table. The slender one however gripped his wrist and twisted it to make him let go. Plates, cutlery and condiments were spread everywhere. The pain shocked Dougie, and when the young man grabbed the hand with the knife in, and slammed it against the table, he instantly let go. He then forced Dougie's head down, and put the knife to his throat. He looked at the situation and laughed, you could barely cut butter with these knives let alone someone's throat.
Just then staff entered the eating area, and only saw 'John' pressing a knife to Dougie's neck. Two of the male staff grabbed 'John's arms and pushed him to the floor. The blue eyes were enraged, "I done nothing! He attacked ME!" The staff paid no attention to what he was saying, and further tried to restrain him. The young man pushed them away; he couldn't believe what was happening.
"Omae o kuroso!" He shouted in his native language at the staff as he got up on his knees. A third member of staff came up behind the man on the floor, and hit his head with a small rubber truncheon.
The blow did not knock out the Asian man, but it did knock him down to the floor, to where all the staff restrained him to the best of their abilities. "Omae o kuroso!" he screamed again, as a woman in a uniform came with a syringe, and pricked his arm.
He struggled for a few more seconds saying "Omae o…" until he went limp. The relieved staff got off the body, bruises starting to form where they had gripped his arms. The Prussian blue eyes stared blankly across the floor…wishing for release…wishing for comfort…wishing for someone.
~*~
Duo sat in the dark, the screen of his laptop the only illumination in the room. The braided man tried to keep breathing, but when he did he shuddered. Duo tried to contain his excitement, and licked his dry lips. "Is this Heero? Is this finally you?
He switched the laptop off and pulled the screen down. Duo then jumped up and in manic excitement he started shoving some clothes into a bag. He was about to leave the room when he remembered his laptop as an afterthought and quickly brought it with him. The American was going to L1 colony.
This was it, he could feel it. He had found Heero.
To Be Continued.