Authors note: Ok, I am assuming here, that most people want a 1+2 so (deep breath) here we go, I can't promise the start of the relationship in this chapter, as my stories have a life of their own. ^_^;
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing.
"Bye, bye miss American pie, drove my chevvy to da levvy but da levvy was dry, and good old boys who drink whisky and rye singing…"
"Maxwell, let me OUT!"
"This'll be the day that I die…"
"It will be in a minute if you don't let me out!"
I had finished the ice cream six hours ago, and still I had not let Heero out.
Sometimes, I am just too cruel and cunning for my own good. Heh! But hadn't it taken Heero by surprise though?!!
I looked out of the window to my right, and saw the sun sinking in a fiery red ball below the horizon, ah, when it's winter, aint days short? Maybe I should let him out now.
I considered this for a while, Nah; let's make him suffer a bit longer.
So I took a shower instead, turning the radio up really loud. Partly to hear it above the rushing water, and partly to drown out Heero's shouts.
"Everybody, needs somebody to love, someone to love, someone to love…"
I noticed that above my awful singing, Heero had gone veeeery quiet.
"Sweetheart to miss, sweetheart to miss, sugar to kiss, sugar to kiss…"
Maybe the guy had gone to sleep. Not likely.
"I need you, you, you, I need you, you, you, in the morning, when my soul's on fire…"
Still warbling I climbed out of the shower, and quickly rubbed my hair dry with a towel, before combing and plaiting it once more.
"I need you, you, yoaaaargh!"
I stopped singing abruptly, and looked at the glowering man in front of me.
"Heero! Hi! Um, long time no see!"
"You locked me up." He said, speaking slowly for maximum affect, "for nine hours, and you expect me to just forgive and speak to you normally?"
"Yeah? Why not?"
I think he would have liked to hit me, but was a little afraid, that if he did, I would lock him back up in the bedroom.
"Maxwell, you are just…just…aaargh!" with a cry of frustration he stomped back into the other room, slamming the door behind him.
Well, that went rather well.
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The next morning, Heero had gotten over his anger enough to cook breakfast, even a rather good one at that. (Nothing mentioned about my hair.)
"Sooooo."
"What?"
"Are we at a dead end or something on the case? Because we haven't been doing much."
"We're going to see Trowa and Quatre."
"Oh." Well that's nice, don't ask or anything.
"Gotta problem with that?"
"No, no, just wondering."
"Hmph."
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As we pulled up into Quatre's driveway, even Heero was slightly impressed by the size of his house.
I wiggled in my seat, impatient to get out of the car, and inside, after all, I love talking to people, and I can interrogate just about anyone.
"Heeero, can't you drive any faster up to the door?"
"No."
Well that say's it all really doesn't it?
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"Um, so Quatre, how're things going buddy."
I was trying to act as nonchalant as possible, in the hope he would let some info slip.
"Oh Duo! It's you, I didn't recognise you without the dress."
I scowled at him; he had to bring that up didn't he? No rest for the wicked was there?
"Well, it's me, and this is Heero."
"Oh I recognised Heero."
"Good to see you again Quatre."
We were sitting in Quatre's enormous living room, politely drinking tea.
"So what brings two secret agents to my door."
I looked at Heero for permission before turning back to Quatre.
"We have a question to ask Quatre."
"What?"
Heero interrupted me, knowing that I could creep around a subject for days.
"Why did those guys want you so badly?"
Quatre's face darkened, as if someone had pulled a blind down over his eyes, they now became blank, unresponsive.
"Why do you want to know?"
"Well duh." I said, slightly annoyed by the obvious question, "We need to track down the bad guy, and we think we know who it is."
I felt a kick in my shin, and gave a small yelp, Heero obviously hadn't approved of me giving away that information.
"Really?" Quatre looked slightly amused by our antics, and Veeeery interested in our baddy synopsis.
"Well…I…um."
"I'll tell you why they wanted me, it can't do any harm."
"Good, let's here it then." (Heero of course.)
"It was about a year ago, my father had been killed during a war between two countries."
"Oooh bad." I said nodding, see I can understand the guy being upset about losing his family; I went through the same thing.
"Anyway, I was so angry with everyone about it, I mean," He struggled to make himself clear, "war is so pointless, it's all over land, and thousands of people get killed each day, it's so stupid, like racism, or murdering something.
So as I'm quite a good scientist, I invented this gadget, a weird thing it was, you could implant it into someone's brains, not only that, but if you had one too, you could connect up to the other person, listen to their thoughts. I hoped that this way, if I implanted the chip, people would begin to understand one another more."
I nodded; it seemed like a good idea, Heero however looked slightly puzzled.
"But that wasn't all, was it Quatre?"
The blond boy shook his head, looking miserable.
"No. What I didn't realise was this. Not only had I created this thought reader, but when two or more people had this chip implanted, the strongest person, could control the other two."
"Yes!" I whispered under my breath, "that's why Treize wanted this, so he could control all his soldiers or armies, making them do exactly as he wanted, complete power. He could even implant them into world leaders, controlling them all like puppets."
"Exactly." Quatre nodded, "as soon as I realised what I had done, I destroyed the chips, because if the wrong man was to get hold of them, then that was it, evil would ensue."
"But if you destroyed the chips," said Heero, "how come Treize wanted you still?"
"For the blue prints."
"So, why did they take Trowa too?" I interrupted, before the talk could get too technical (I make no pretence to understand that stuff.)
"They took Trowa because he was the only person who knew about the implant other than me. They hoped, that if I didn't speak, he would."
"Aaaah. But why keep you at the circus?"
"Because Trowa still worked there, and whoever was behind all this, was obviously friends with the ring master."
I jumped up excitedly, "Come on Heero, let's go!"
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Once I had dragged Heero to the car, we climbed in and sped away.
I couldn't help but feel excited. "Finally! We can pin something on Treize! Oooh I can't wait, the look on that guy's face when I…I mean we arrest hi…what?"
For Heero had remained silent throughout my tirade, but now put a finger to his lips.
"Number one, we can't actually prove that Treize was the one who ordered the kidnapping of Trowa and Quatre and Two, how are we meant to find Treize?"
"Well he lives in that house…"
"No, he doesn't, he rented it for the party, he doesn't own it."
"DAMN!!"
He frowned at me, concern flickering briefly across his face.
"Why are you so eager to catch Treize anyway?"
I gulped slightly, darn; I had given too much about myself away to this man.
"No reason."
"Don't lie to me Duo." His voice sounded slightly amused.
I took a deep breath; there was no getting round this guy.
"Ok, but if I tell you, you must NEVER tell Relena, she'd say my emotions were getting in the way of doing a good job, that's all the excuse she'd need to fire me."
"I promise I won't tell Relena."
"When I was about thirteen, my family and I moved to a place called Macalister. It was a nice town, good, had everything you could ever want. But I was bored with it within the first week."
I swallowed, finding it suddenly difficult to speak.
"I wanted to go back to our old city, I had never been bored there, but my dad wouldn't, he was loyal to his new boss. Treize. Before we had been there a month however, my dad suddenly told us we were moving back.
I didn't find out why until about three months later.
It turned out, that Treize wanted my dad to help on a certain project, I won't go into details, but my dad had refused, claiming that the project was mad, and that as soon as he got home, he was going to the government."
I smiled sadly, tears welling up in my eyes, even now it still hurt.
"That was a big mistake, Treize came with some men, they…they killed my family while I watched, I only escaped because my mother sacrificed herself to save me."
I couldn't control the flow of tears streaming down my cheeks now, I was so hurt by my own story, I could still see my mother screaming at me to run.
Heero said nothing, and I knew my story had touched him.
When we pulled into the parking lot at the base of the block of flats, he switched off the engine and turned to look at me.
I was still crying slightly.
Suddenly I was pulled into a rough hug.
Wow, the guy does have emotions after all.
I didn't say anything, but cried softly into his shirt.
Authors note: Oooh that ended on a depressing note didn't it? Right credit to Nanashi for the implant idea, hoped you liked it, sorry about the writing being so bad, but I had to rush to get it up in time, chapter 10 out soon.