Disclaimer: I don't think I did this at the beginning so here it is, I do not own Gundam wing, but if anyone is wants to give it to me I would be most grateful!
When Heero opened the door, he was confronted by a very apologetic member of the hotel staff. After apologising profusely for three minutes the steward got the door shut politely (if that's possible) but firmly in his face.
Walking over Heero sat on the edge of my bed. Which happened to be closest. Ripping open the envelope he read aloud.
Duo Maxwell,
Well, I don't know where to begin, what about the start?
That sounds good to me. First I think you should know I have your little
friends. They're so amusing to watch when I torture them…
But I'm going off the subject here aren't I? Come back as quickly as possible and you might see your friends alive. Then again, you might not!
The letter was unsigned, but I knew as sure as hell that the person behind this little piece of evil was deadly serious in their intention to hurt Trowa and Quatre.
So you see why I'm worried diary? This has happened before with Dorothy I mean I really hope that Trowa and Quatre are ok. But at the same time, I'm so scared. Why does this person want me…?
Dear diary,
Well, I'm still on the plane, but I have to write in you
again. Soon after I finished writing before, I fell asleep, now as I write this
my hand is shaking…
Yawning I put down the pen and turned on my side, it wouldn't help Trowa or Quatre if I showed up to rescue them yawning my head off and practically falling asleep, would it now?
As my eyelids slowly closed I heard Heero shift on the other side of me. Heero… he'd know what to do…right?
The dream was amazingly clear; I almost believed that it was happening again. Dorothy was standing there, I could see her, bending over Quatre and Trowa as I struggled with my bonds. Then she turned to me. Oh lord, it was happening again, not again, it couldn't.
And suddenly I was aiming the gun at her, then firing. And once more I saw the bullet speeding towards her, heard her laugh as her eyes slowly closed…
I sat up with a gasp, the plane was still flying, the engine humming, Heero sleeping quietly on one side of my chair, everything was normal except for me. Why was I having these dreams again? Why did they still plague me? Taunting me like demons in hell?
I wasn't sure, but I was going to try damn hard to find the answer.
So once more diary, I'm going to put down my pen and try to sleep, I just hope that this time my mind isn't haunted with those dreadful memories.
July 4th 203
Dear diary,
I am now back safe in my own home, I'm safe but
oh, Trowa and Quatre aren't, this is so cruel. I have been back two days and
not a word has been spoken about them.
Heero is following me about like some sort of bodyguard.
I think he blames himself for what happened to them, because he convinced me to
go on holiday. He probably wouldn't be able to handle it if I was abducted too.
Hilde has been trying desperately to cheer us up, so she
let us bake cookies in her kitchen, (yes, we were actually allowed to enter
Hildes domain!) Unfortunately, the cookies never got baked. Why? Well, first we
ate half of the batter, and then for no reason at all, well maybe a little reason…
"Hey Heero, I know you're feeling down man but we can't let it get to us." No reply. "Heeeero? Come in Heero. Are you there?" Still no reply. I tried waving my hand up and down in front of his face a couple of times, but to no avail.
In the end I got so fed up of sitting there, stirring a mixture that would never get finished at this rate, that I began to eat it. Suddenly, inspiration struck. Like it has a knack of doing. I looked at Heero, then at the cookie batter. Heero, cookie batter, Heero cookie batter Heero cookie batter HeerocookiebatterHeerocookiebatter. Bing! Thank you brain!
Carefully I scooped a small amount onto my spoon and aimed it at the still out of it Heero. Splat! The batter hit him on the side of the head with a satisfyingly gooey sound.
Slowly Heero turned to look at me. Then he touched his head. I nearly laughed out loud, the oh so dignified guy looked like a cookie monster, batter mingling with his dark hair and dripping down his chin. Heh heh heh!
Very carefully Heero picked up his own spoon and aimed a dollop at me. Quickly, as he released, I dived behind the counter, braid flying out behind me. Splat! A large brown mark appeared just over my head. Splat! Splat! Two more appeared.
Getting to my feet I was about to protest when splat! One caught me full in the mouth. (Mmm, cookie batter!) But then I got one in the eye as well! Ow!
Swiftly I aimed and managed to catch Heero again.
By the time we ran out of cookie batter, we both looked like chocolate mud monsters. So the next problem was how to clear up the kitchen without Hilde…
"DUO! What on EARTH do you think you're doing?!"
…Seeing.
"Sorry Hilde," I said apologetically. "We were just, um, having fun."
"Having fun." Hilde's voice could have cut through stone. It was then that I noticed Heero wasn't backing me up at all. Thank you Heero, I know I can count on you in a sticky situation, (Oops sorry about the pun! Bad one huh!?)
I quickly made my excuses to Hilde and beat a hasty retreat up the stairs, Heero trailing behind me.
Once in our room I swiftly closed the door and plopped down on the bed. Smearing chocolate batter all over the sheets. Then, getting up I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
As the hot water pounded down on me, I wondered what Quatre and Trowa were going through right now. Were they screaming in agony while we were having fun? Or wondering if we even cared whether they died or not? I didn't know, had no way of knowing.
Shaking off these morbid thoughts I stepped out of the shower and began re-braiding my hair. Swiftly getting dressed, I walked back into the bedroom.
Heero was sitting on the edge of my bed. Visibly shaking.
"Heero, what's wrong? Are you okay?" I asked worriedly. He was shaking so badly, I've never seen him like this. I sat down behind him and gently began rubbing his shoulders. Trying to ease his tension.
Slowly his fist unclenched and I could see a crumpled piece of paper in his palm. Gently taking it with one hand I smoothed it out and read.
Duo Maxwell,
Well, you're safe at home now aren't you? But you're
little friends aren't. Every day I see them, begging me to let them go, but I
won't will I? Not until I have you and your "buddy" Heero.
The letter was once more unsigned. Hmm, whoever was writing these sick little notes, they sure wanted to upset us.
I was shaking too now, but I had just enough sense left to ask Heero who'd delivered it.
"Hilde," was the reply, " She said she found it on the door mat."
So whoever it was hadn't posted it, no leads, so no suspects. Things were really beginning to worry me.
Suddenly I was afraid, God I was afraid! This person was after me, was after Heero, I couldn't let anything happen to him. Hadn't he been through enough?
Well, that's pretty much all that's happened today, we
were so scared we wouldn't set foot outside the door. And poor Heero is still
as white as a sheet. Maybe I should talk to him as soon as we're alone.
July 6th 203
Dear diary,
Ok, here's the run in on what's happened lately bad
dreams, nightmares even, of Heero getting hurt or killed. I know what you're
thinking, whoa, this guy sure does get morbid thoughts. Maybe he has depression
or something. Well truth be told, after my parents died, I did have depression
for a while. It wasn't too serious though.
So now, I'm panicking. Yep, I mean seriously panicking,
what if something happens to Heero?
Anyway, I had to go back to work today, see how
everything was doing. And of course, Heero followed me there…
"Hi Howard," I greeted our sort of second in command, "how is everything?"
"Fine Duo, but you don't mind me asking, why are you back so early, and where has Trowa vanished to?"
I swallowed a lump that had suddenly appeared in my throat, and managed to croak out, "He's… he's not well."
"Oh," Howard's face clouded with concern, "give him my best wishes then."
I nodded and walked off, willing my self not to cry until I was in my office.
Closing the door quietly behind me, I was just about to sit down and have a good cry, when I caught sight of Heero. "Geez! What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack?" I gasped.
He shrugged and just continued to sit there. "How did you get in?" I asked curiously, "the door was locked."
He merely shrugged again before saying, "I climbed through the window."
"The window, Heero, we're on the 23rd floor!"
"So?"
"So? So? YOU COULD HAVE BROKEN YOUR NECK!"
He grinned slightly at my outburst. "I didn't know you cared."
"I…" hmm, he had me there.
"Look, Heero, I don't want you killing yourself anytime soon, ok?"
He sighed slightly before nodding his head in silent assent. "Okay Duo, I won't do anything crazy."
"Whew," I sat back with a sigh of relief and wiped my brow.
"Hey Duo?" the voice was soft, barely above a whisper, "do you think Trowa and Quatre are ok?"
"I'm sure their fine." I said, not being able to voice my true feelings. My worry that they were not, after all "fine."
That night as I lay in my bed, I stared up at the ceiling. Wondering how this would all end.
The cracks on the paintwork criss-crossing seemed to represent our lives, complicated, like a network of puzzles.
Suddenly, I heard Heero shifting on the other side of me underneath his blanket.
"Duo?"
"Hmmm?"
"Why did you lie to me this afternoon?"
Huh? What was he talking about?
"Duo, when I asked you whether you thought Trowa and Quatre were ok."
"I…I wasn't lying." I managed to stammer out.
I heard a soft chuckle emanating from the darkness. "Don't lie Duo."
For a while, I lay there, not saying anything, until finally I couldn't take it any more. "Heero, who do you think it is?"
"I don't know."
"Have you any ideas?"
"No."
For a long time we said nothing else, and I thought Heero had gone to sleep, but he hadn't. Just as I was nodding off he burst out, "Duo, we have to find them! They could be hurt!"
I sighed and rolled onto my front, tucking my head in between my two folded arms, braid lying in a comforting weight across my back, I turned my head so I was looking directly at the other bunk.
Two starry midnight blue eyes stared back.
Damn, now I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, oh well, Heero was awake to keep me company.
So that's pretty much what's happened lately.
As I write this I get the feeling I should be doing
something right now…Oh DAMN I said I'd meet Howard early and go over a brief
with him. Eeesh got to run, rush, rush, rush.
July 8th 203
Dear diary,
It is undignified for someone to be hanging out of a
window, while going along a motorway, trying not to be sick. To say the least
it is embarrassing and demeaning.
Ok, I travel a lot, but the one mode of transport I hate
is the innocent car. The car makes you CARSICK! And being carsick my friends,
is not pleasant.
So what had got me into the car? Well, we'd had another
note, but unlike the others it told us where to go, and what to do. The only
thing that worried me was that it didn't ask for a ransom. So as we speeded
along in the jeep (Heero driving) we discussed this.
Soon we had left the motorway behind, and were heading into open country.
After another hours' travel I saw a dark splot in the distance, which presently turned into a house. As we drove up the main entrance road I saw it looked deserted. Worried I consulted the directions again.
Yep, defiantly here.
Stepping out of the car, Heero and I stood for a long moment gazing up at the peeling paint and dirty windows. Eventually I took a deep breath. "We'd better get this over with then."
Heero nodded.
Carefully we knocked on the hard-wood door hoping against hope that we had come to the wrong place.
That hope was shattered however when, two seconds later the door swung open revealing a heavyset man in a black suit.