Unbreakable
chapter 3
Disclaimers: I don't own anything....at all. yada yada yada. No need to rub my nose in it by sueing me.
Warnings: this chapter....well its just language and a little shounen-ai thoughts. but that's all.
Authors Notes: um yup...this is my next chapter, we are slowly beginning to develop an actual PLOT!!! please, pwetty pwease R&R
Unbreakable
chapter 3
~~~~~~~~~~HEERO~~~~~~~~~~~
I then proceeded to edit the system...so our marks wouldn't be to bad. It took quite a while. I don't know exactly how long, but It was a while because when Duo finally said something (yes I know amazing as it is he actually shut up) My back hurt really badly, and my neck was getting a cramp. He tells me that he can't find anything at all, and asks whether the principle might have left him off the records to make it easier for him to hide. I explain what I'd already thought of earlier, that the principle may not know about his presence here. Duo looked some more while I changed the passwords so that I could easily hack in again. Still nothing, so I suggest we head back.
We are out in the corridor now, slipping through the school like two shadows. Its almost as if we are part of the night, part of the blackness. This part is easy, The last bit will be a little harder. We let ourselves out (Using Duo's lock picking skills again) through a fire exit. Now we have to get through campus security. Because the principle is an ex-soldier, He runs the school a lot like the military. Also his connections with OZ cause him to be very cautious about security. That's why campus security is at its max, for a school. But of course, the perfect soldier is prepared for this. I did my background research, and learnt that a the canteen supplies are shipped in at night. At precisely 2 am every day. The trucks don't dare be late, Principle Black isn't just harsh on the students.
We get out near the front gates, with ten minutes to spare. I squat down in the bushes, and he joins me in a few seconds.
I look ahead, forcing the image of Duo out of my mind. Focus on the mission Heero, Focus on the mission. Right now that's all that matters. But I can't help it, his slow, suppressed panting right next to my ear is driving me nuts. It's not annoying, but there's no way I can ignore it. Maybe its because I really want him panting like that in my ear...in a, well, shall we simply say, Different way. I have to steal a glance at him. Whoa, and it hits me hard. Just how beautiful my Duo is. Wait a second, when did I start referring to him as "My Duo"? I have no right, he's just as much mine as anybody else's. But god I wish that would change. There he is squatting next to me, peering through the leaves of the bushes we are in. His shoulders still rising and falling, due to the short sprint across the deserted tennis courts. His skin its like porcelain, and the effect of the moonlight, dappled on his skin, the leaves leaving dotty shadows all over his face. Violet eyes shining out against the black of his clothing. And his golden braid streaming down his back to curl in a puddle on the floor. He's a work of art, a true work of living, breathing art. Then the sound of a truck pulling up next to us brings me back to my senses.
~~~~~~~~~~~~DUO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Running through the corridors behind heero is hard. Sometimes I think he's inhuman or something. I can go fast, very fast, especially in short sprints, but Heero's stamina is a marvel. We stop at a fire exit and again I put my picks to use. One part of me wants to say "But technically Heero, this is a FIRE EXIT, so we should really start a fire before using it to excape." But I don't because I have a feeling that the "knock before entering the principles office" scenario might happen again. I'd just be asking to be hurt. I'm not that dumb.
Then we are outside, the air is extra cool as my sweat evaporates from my skin. The early morning air is so fresh and cool. We sprint hard out across the courts. Because I'm tired out already from our run through the school he passes me and dives into a bush about four or five seconds before I do. I join him, feeling my braid catch on twigs and leaves. That will be fun to wash out tonight. This hair is such a pain sometimes, but It's a part of me. It's my past. The braid reminds me of Maxwell church, and Sister Helen rough but kind hands braiding in the summer mornings. And It's length is a reminder of my earliest memories. The ragged orphan running the streets, stirring up mayhem with co-partner Solo. My braid is a memorial to Sister Helen and to Solo. Both my hair and the gold cross I wear, a gift from Father Maxwell. They are my past. I could never lose them. And my hair is useful for something's, like holding picks and small knives. Damn I'm getting a cramp I think to myself as I peer through the bushes, my breathing still irregular.
A trucks wheels pull up next to us. This is our ride. Heero motions for me to follow him with a tilt of his head. Then he leaps skillfully out of the bush, and scrambles under the truck, holding on to the pipes so that he is raised up from the ground. My turn now. I can hear two male voices, and then the lifting of the barrier. The truck roars to life and Heero looks at me urgently. I'm gonna have to get going now, or I won't get through. I tense up, about to leap out. The truck begins to roll forward. Shit! Shit! Shit! get moving Duo. NOW! I leap out and grab a pipe with my left hand. my arse scrapes along the ground. Fuck that hurt. I pull my leg in just in time before the trucks wheel rolls right over the spot where it was. With a painful wrench to my shoulder I grab a nother bar running along the under side of the truck. My arms are killing me. Heero looks at me worry all over his face. Hey maybe he does have emotions after all! I grin back and give him a shaky thumbs up. We roll out and I sigh. Phew that was close, but we got out okay. At least it couldn't have been worse. I shouldn't have tempted fate!
The bar my left hand was hanging off and my left ankle twisted around turned out to be a do over. The pipe wasn't very strong. And yup you guessed it, It snapped.
Spraying gas all over the place. SHIT!!! I mutter through clenched teeth as I let go. my body being held away from the blur that is the road only by my right arm and my leg. Heero's eyes widen. "Duo" he yells over the noise of the burst pipe. "your gonna have to jump out to the side, roll and run for cover."
"Yup" I yell, and bracing myself I count in my head. 1-2-3. JUMP!!! I hit the ground hard. The impact jars my entire body. I roll away from the wheels and into the grass beside the road as the truck roars of into the distance. There's a throbbing pain in my skull. I must have hit my head. Then everything goes black.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~HEERO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The truck is here. This is it. We agreed I should go first, I've done this stunt a few times before, but this is the first time Duo's attempted *this* type of hitchhiking. I don't have pleasant memories of my first time. It's nothing like in the movies, It takes the shit right out of you. In the movies the people are lively straight after, In real life you feel like a bomb hit you. You just wana lie down and sleep forever.
(AN:okay I know this sounds like some *other* rather strenuous activities that are also badly represented in the movies, but I didn't mean it that way....HONEST!!!)
Okay here we go, prepare for pain arms. 1-2-3! I dart out from the bush and under the van. Perfect! just how it should be. I have to be perfect, if I'm not, well that would be like Duo not being a baka. It just doesn't happen. My arms are already killing me as I cling onto the underside of the truck, but of course this fact is carefully masked behind a completely impassive face. The truck starts up again. Damn! Duo better get his arse moving. But he's just sitting there, still as a stone. like he's been frozen. Uncertainty etched all over his brow. Hell I don't wana make him do anything he doesn't want to, but this was part of the mission. It wasn't my decision.
Then he's out of the bush...just as the truck starts moving. SHIT DUO, Hurry up!
He's managed to scramble under the truck and latch on to a bar. But he hasn't got his ankle hooked up yet. And.....oooooh OUCH!!! Because he wasn't fully in position yet his back got scraped along the ground. His face is contorted with pain. His face...so much pain, It sends daggers into my heart. It's moments like this that make me see just how much I care for him. To see him in pain, It hurts me as well.
Okay he's on properly now, I look over at him, checking to make sure he's okay. He looks at me, and his face changes slightly when he sees me. It must be the fact I'm showing emotions for once. But I can't help it. The perfect soldier has met his match, in his own emotions! He gives me a shaky thumbs up, trying to assure me no doubt. Hell if he wasn't already scared to death, the fact that I'm worried should do it.
And then we are through the gates! phew, the road rolls past and I sigh. Thank god we got through okay. Oh dear, I spoke to soon. The pipe Duo is holding onto burts all of a sudden and steam gushes out. SHIT!!! "Duo" I yell frantically. "Your gonna have to jump out to the side, roll, and run for cover."
"okay!"
as soon as I see that he's made it out from under the crushing wheels I jump out to the other side, using the fall techniques that have become second nature to me, as a soldier. The truck roars off into the distance, and silence descends.
"Duo?" I call. No answer. SHIT! I struggle to my feet, and squint around in the darkness behind me. Then my eyes fall on a crumpled form lying in a heap by the road. "Oh, god Duo NO!"
I rush over. Shit! Shit! come on Duo, you can't die baby. I fall to my knees beside him. "Duo..."my numb fingers desperately feel for a pulse, he has to have a pulse doesn't he.
He's death, death can't die, can it?
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okay that's all for now, we are beginning to get a little plot here....ish.
sorry bout the cliffhanger!
R&R...pwetty pwease. I need encouragement, I'm really depressed right now so please please please review!!!!!!