By: grinsandgigglez
So, 2+1 it is (2x1 in later chaps). Quatre is naturally worried about everybody, don't mistake his concern
for 4+1. I might throw some 3x4 in. I changed my mind about something, it is now going to be a 8x13
(x1) and a 13x8 (x1). I don't really know what to call this, Heero is basically the one there to 'play' with
when one of the other two is busy. *shrug* I haven't figured out exactly what different things here are
called yet, so, you'll just have to put up with me I guess… I was originally going to have Une in a
dominatrix outfit, but when my friends ran off screaming, I was convinced that it would be a bad idea.
Sorry, but Zechs is better suited to my story line anyway. Wrote this as soon as I could, sorry, but not
much happens yet. There will be lots of things happen next chapter! Read, Review, & Enjoy!
For a Friend
Heero rolled over to look at his digital clock. Wha?!!!??! It was past nine! He sprang up out of
his bed and rushed off to the bathroom for a quick shower. The water streamed down his sculptured body
as he quickly washed all the remnants of yesterday's battle off himself. Heero snatched a towel out of the
bathrooms cabinet and dried himself off. Then, he grabbed his favorite boxers, some jeans, his sneakers, a
pair of white socks and a blue turtleneck shirt to put on.
When he was dressed, Heero hurried to the kitchen to grab something to eat. He didn't have much
time before he was supposed to meet… whomever he was going to see. Usually the Dr.'s gave him a name
or something, but this time they hadn't. However, being in a hurry, Heero didn't have time to wonder why.
He snagged a bagel and was just starting up his motorcycle, when Duo waved at him.
"Oi! Heero! Where are ya going?" He yelled over the noise Heero's that bike was making, why
couldn't the guy by mufflers like everyone else?
"I'm supposed to meet up with our new contacts." Heero replied. Even when hollering, he
managed to make his voice have the same monotonic ring to it. The boy was amazing. With that, Heero
tore off leaving Duo pouting, he was usually the one who got to meet the new people.
Heero followed his directions. He was lucky, the rendezvous point was only an hour and a half
away, usually they were much further away than that. He turned down the street where it was. There was
the… wait a minuet. He grabbed the directions out of his back pocket, sure he must have made a mistake,
but he hadn't. Well, he thought as he got off his bike and entered the building, at least it wouldn't attract
any attention to come and go regularly in a whorehouse.
~~BACK AT THE SAFEHOUSE~~
"Duo," asked Quatre, "do you know where Heero has gotten off to? I haven't seen him all day.
And we have to delete that information from the Mixen base soon."
"Oh, don't worry about him Quatre, he just went off to meet somebody. No biggie, he should be
back in a few hours. There'll be plenty of time to get that done."
"You're right Duo, I just don't like doing all these missions so close to here and so close to other
bases. If we screw up, there might not be enough time to get away. Backup from one of the other bases
can come quick." Commented Quatre.
"Aww, Quatre, you're too nervous." Duo responded offhandedly.
They broke off their conversation as Trowa walked into the room. "You okay?" inquired Quatre
anxiously. He was answered with a brief nod as Trowa put some bread in the toaster and plopped down
next to him. Duo grinned "I need to go repair Deathscythe, you two might want to get to work on Sandrock
and Heavyarms sometime in the near future. You do know that we have work to do later."
Quatre smiled "I won't be bringing Sandrock. I get to help Heero hack into the Mixen files."
Quatre almost burst out laughing as Duo started pouting. "But I wanna go and get the files…" He walked
off grumbling.
~~BACK TO HEERO~~
'Room number 7, room number 7, room number 7' thought Heero as he walked down the hall,
trying to avoid the people coming from the other direction. He did not like the way almost everyone was
staring at him, it made him feel uncomfortable. Of course, he didn't let them know that it bothered him.
He continued walking until an arm reached out and grabbed him around his waist. Being startled didn't
slow his reaction time as he slammed his fist into whoever-was-holding-him`s stomach. The arm went
limp and, not even bothering to see who it was, Heero continued his walk down the hall.
A few moments later, he stood just outside the door. He didn't want to just barge in, seeing that
this was a *whorehouse* and there was no telling what he would find if he did. So he knocked to warn the
person (s) inside.
"Come on in, I`ll be with you in a minuet." Called out a male voice. Heero walked in and seated
himself on the chair nearest the door. There was no telling how this meeting would go, they could get
pretty nasty.
Heero turned as two figures came out of the bedroom. He grabbed for his gun, but it wasn't there.
"Damnit." He hissed. Heero started to bolt, but stopped when one of the individuals spoke.
"You really shouldn't leave, Heero." Treize said, "Because then we would have to tell our troops
where your friends are and I doubt you could reach them before they did. Why don't you stay and listen to
our proposition? You really no other choice."
Heero glared, clearly disliking the predicament he was in, but he sat back down, "How do I know
that you actually do know where they are staying? You could be lying."
"We most certainly do know where your friends are, Yuy." Commented Zechs, "And if you don't
do what we want you to, we'll find some way to get back at you Yuy, there are casualties in war. Besides,
we know the next five missions planned for you pilots. We can order excess troops to the areas you plan
to attack and prevent you from accomplishing what you came for. And even if you change the days, you
still have to get rid of the information soon so our hackers don't break your code." He finished his little
speech and stood there, hanging onto Treize`s neck and smirking.
"I could just kill the two of you." Heero retorted stonily
"Oh, we planned on that." Treize said smoothly, "I just sent the information I found on your
missions to Commander H, but I could abort the transfer if you agree…"
"Agree to what?" questioned Heero keeping his face as blank as possible.
"Well," began Treize, unsure of how to phrase this without sounding ungraceful. Zechs nudged his
lover lightly, "I`ll do this." Then, facing the young boy he told him, "It gets rather lonely, seeing as our jobs
keep us away from each other most of the time, so we decided it would be nice to have someone to play
with while one of us was gone."
Zechs grinned as Heero tried, and failed, to appear unaffected by the news. "Why did you pick
me?" Heero asked, sounding genuinely curious.
"You seemed the least likely to let this affect your performance in battle and get yourself killed or
injured by the shock of it all." Zechs said casually, "It wouldn't do to have you in bad condition, besides,
Dr. J volunteered you. Said we'd probably enjoy you more than anyone else, except for maybe that braided
boy, what's his name? Oh yes, I remember now, Duo Maxwell. But we decided against using him, you'll
be so much more interesting."
Heero couldn't stop from feeling relief, and this confused him. Sure, he had admitted that Duo was
a good friend, but why would he be thankful about something like this? Abruptly, he switched his
attention back to the two OZ officers before him. While he didn't particularly enjoy the prospect of being
either of the two's toy, he couldn't risk endangering the rest of the pilots lives for something so selfish,
still, "What happens if one of the other pilots is killed in a battle? Even if you don't send extra troops?
How will that affect this arrangement?"
"All information that we have on you and your friends will be deleted and OZ won't know a thing
that we have learned of course, that is the only honorable thing to do." Treize responded quickly.
"And you call me being your little toy honorable?" Heero raised an eyebrow. "Only if you agree."
Zechs pointed out. "Technically we aren`t forcing you to do anything, you don't have to agree to our
proposition."
Heero nodded thinking this over, "Very well, I`ll do what you ask. But only as long as the other
pilots remain alive, agreed?"
"Agreed." Affirmed Zechs, "We'll send you an E-mail when we want you. You better go and get
ready for your next mission now."
Heero bowed and left. At least he had assurance that the others would be safe for a time, but a
nagging voice in the back of his head kept insisting that the two he had bargained with were not
trustworthy.
TBC…
What will happen next? Will Zechs and Treize betray Heero and the other gundam pilots? Will Heero
actually go through with the deal? Will I ever write the next chapter? Only if you REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!
So, 2+1 it is (2x1 in later chaps). Quatre is naturally worried about everybody, don't mistake his concern
for 4+1. I might throw some 3x4 in. I changed my mind about something, it is now going to be a 8x13
(x1) and a 13x8 (x1). I don't really know what to call this, Heero is basically the one there to 'play' with
when one of the other two is busy. *shrug* I haven't figured out exactly what different things here are
called yet, so, you'll just have to put up with me I guess… I was originally going to have Une in a
dominatrix outfit, but when my friends ran off screaming, I was convinced that it would be a bad idea.
Sorry, but Zechs is better suited to my story line anyway. Wrote this as soon as I could, sorry, but not
much happens yet. There will be lots of things happen next chapter! Read, Review, & Enjoy!
For a Friend
Heero rolled over to look at his digital clock. Wha?!!!??! It was past nine! He sprang up out of
his bed and rushed off to the bathroom for a quick shower. The water streamed down his sculptured body
as he quickly washed all the remnants of yesterday's battle off himself. Heero snatched a towel out of the
bathrooms cabinet and dried himself off. Then, he grabbed his favorite boxers, some jeans, his sneakers, a
pair of white socks and a blue turtleneck shirt to put on.
When he was dressed, Heero hurried to the kitchen to grab something to eat. He didn't have much
time before he was supposed to meet… whomever he was going to see. Usually the Dr.'s gave him a name
or something, but this time they hadn't. However, being in a hurry, Heero didn't have time to wonder why.
He snagged a bagel and was just starting up his motorcycle, when Duo waved at him.
"Oi! Heero! Where are ya going?" He yelled over the noise Heero's that bike was making, why
couldn't the guy by mufflers like everyone else?
"I'm supposed to meet up with our new contacts." Heero replied. Even when hollering, he
managed to make his voice have the same monotonic ring to it. The boy was amazing. With that, Heero
tore off leaving Duo pouting, he was usually the one who got to meet the new people.
Heero followed his directions. He was lucky, the rendezvous point was only an hour and a half
away, usually they were much further away than that. He turned down the street where it was. There was
the… wait a minuet. He grabbed the directions out of his back pocket, sure he must have made a mistake,
but he hadn't. Well, he thought as he got off his bike and entered the building, at least it wouldn't attract
any attention to come and go regularly in a whorehouse.
~~BACK AT THE SAFEHOUSE~~
"Duo," asked Quatre, "do you know where Heero has gotten off to? I haven't seen him all day.
And we have to delete that information from the Mixen base soon."
"Oh, don't worry about him Quatre, he just went off to meet somebody. No biggie, he should be
back in a few hours. There'll be plenty of time to get that done."
"You're right Duo, I just don't like doing all these missions so close to here and so close to other
bases. If we screw up, there might not be enough time to get away. Backup from one of the other bases
can come quick." Commented Quatre.
"Aww, Quatre, you're too nervous." Duo responded offhandedly.
They broke off their conversation as Trowa walked into the room. "You okay?" inquired Quatre
anxiously. He was answered with a brief nod as Trowa put some bread in the toaster and plopped down
next to him. Duo grinned "I need to go repair Deathscythe, you two might want to get to work on Sandrock
and Heavyarms sometime in the near future. You do know that we have work to do later."
Quatre smiled "I won't be bringing Sandrock. I get to help Heero hack into the Mixen files."
Quatre almost burst out laughing as Duo started pouting. "But I wanna go and get the files…" He walked
off grumbling.
~~BACK TO HEERO~~
'Room number 7, room number 7, room number 7' thought Heero as he walked down the hall,
trying to avoid the people coming from the other direction. He did not like the way almost everyone was
staring at him, it made him feel uncomfortable. Of course, he didn't let them know that it bothered him.
He continued walking until an arm reached out and grabbed him around his waist. Being startled didn't
slow his reaction time as he slammed his fist into whoever-was-holding-him`s stomach. The arm went
limp and, not even bothering to see who it was, Heero continued his walk down the hall.
A few moments later, he stood just outside the door. He didn't want to just barge in, seeing that
this was a *whorehouse* and there was no telling what he would find if he did. So he knocked to warn the
person (s) inside.
"Come on in, I`ll be with you in a minuet." Called out a male voice. Heero walked in and seated
himself on the chair nearest the door. There was no telling how this meeting would go, they could get
pretty nasty.
Heero turned as two figures came out of the bedroom. He grabbed for his gun, but it wasn't there.
"Damnit." He hissed. Heero started to bolt, but stopped when one of the individuals spoke.
"You really shouldn't leave, Heero." Treize said, "Because then we would have to tell our troops
where your friends are and I doubt you could reach them before they did. Why don't you stay and listen to
our proposition? You really no other choice."
Heero glared, clearly disliking the predicament he was in, but he sat back down, "How do I know
that you actually do know where they are staying? You could be lying."
"We most certainly do know where your friends are, Yuy." Commented Zechs, "And if you don't
do what we want you to, we'll find some way to get back at you Yuy, there are casualties in war. Besides,
we know the next five missions planned for you pilots. We can order excess troops to the areas you plan
to attack and prevent you from accomplishing what you came for. And even if you change the days, you
still have to get rid of the information soon so our hackers don't break your code." He finished his little
speech and stood there, hanging onto Treize`s neck and smirking.
"I could just kill the two of you." Heero retorted stonily
"Oh, we planned on that." Treize said smoothly, "I just sent the information I found on your
missions to Commander H, but I could abort the transfer if you agree…"
"Agree to what?" questioned Heero keeping his face as blank as possible.
"Well," began Treize, unsure of how to phrase this without sounding ungraceful. Zechs nudged his
lover lightly, "I`ll do this." Then, facing the young boy he told him, "It gets rather lonely, seeing as our jobs
keep us away from each other most of the time, so we decided it would be nice to have someone to play
with while one of us was gone."
Zechs grinned as Heero tried, and failed, to appear unaffected by the news. "Why did you pick
me?" Heero asked, sounding genuinely curious.
"You seemed the least likely to let this affect your performance in battle and get yourself killed or
injured by the shock of it all." Zechs said casually, "It wouldn't do to have you in bad condition, besides,
Dr. J volunteered you. Said we'd probably enjoy you more than anyone else, except for maybe that braided
boy, what's his name? Oh yes, I remember now, Duo Maxwell. But we decided against using him, you'll
be so much more interesting."
Heero couldn't stop from feeling relief, and this confused him. Sure, he had admitted that Duo was
a good friend, but why would he be thankful about something like this? Abruptly, he switched his
attention back to the two OZ officers before him. While he didn't particularly enjoy the prospect of being
either of the two's toy, he couldn't risk endangering the rest of the pilots lives for something so selfish,
still, "What happens if one of the other pilots is killed in a battle? Even if you don't send extra troops?
How will that affect this arrangement?"
"All information that we have on you and your friends will be deleted and OZ won't know a thing
that we have learned of course, that is the only honorable thing to do." Treize responded quickly.
"And you call me being your little toy honorable?" Heero raised an eyebrow. "Only if you agree."
Zechs pointed out. "Technically we aren`t forcing you to do anything, you don't have to agree to our
proposition."
Heero nodded thinking this over, "Very well, I`ll do what you ask. But only as long as the other
pilots remain alive, agreed?"
"Agreed." Affirmed Zechs, "We'll send you an E-mail when we want you. You better go and get
ready for your next mission now."
Heero bowed and left. At least he had assurance that the others would be safe for a time, but a
nagging voice in the back of his head kept insisting that the two he had bargained with were not
trustworthy.
TBC…
What will happen next? Will Zechs and Treize betray Heero and the other gundam pilots? Will Heero
actually go through with the deal? Will I ever write the next chapter? Only if you REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!