Author's note: The misspelling of Heero's name (Hiro) was intentional. With two Heero/Hiros in my story I wanted there to be some way to distinguish which Heero/Hiro was doing what.
Part 1:
Chapter 2: Know thy Enemy
Sand whipped against Hiro's face as he continued walking through the desert, as he had been for nearly two days. He was searching for a Gundam pilot that reportedly hid, not only his Gundam, but his 'base' out here as well. Pausing for a moment, Hiro sank to the ground and reached around to his backpack of supplies that he had brought with him, and pulled out a canteen of water. He was stopped in the middle of lifting it to his mouth when he thought he heard something, he waited as he listened intently. He was just about to give up when he heard it again, and this time he could faintly recognize the loud humming of a jeep. He jumped up and stood almost nervously for the vehicle to appear.
Hiro had not seen anyone since he had come here and he was in a hurrying knowing that time, right now, was of greatest importance. A few seconds later the jeep came into plain sight, the man who was driving was listening to the radio loudly and would've past Hiro if he hadn't have waved his arms in the air and shouted, "HEY!"
The man saw his arms more than heard his voice, he slowed down and began to circle back towards Hiro.
At first the man seemed like he was annoyed at having to pick up some idiot who didn't have enough sense not to walk through the desert, but as he drove closer his features unexpectedly changed to one of shock. "Hiro! What are you doing here? Master Quatre's been waiting for you! Get in, I'll drive you back."
Hiro climbed in the jeep and barely managed to close the door when the guy slammed on the accelerator, throwing him back against the seat. "Good thing you caught someone out here. By the way what happened to you? You look like you've had a rough night."
Hiro's mind was racing with so many questions he was just barely able to nod to the man. "Yeah, something like that." Who was Master Quatre? Why has he been waiting for him? Who was this guy and why did he know him, and what the hell kind of music was this guy listening to, but all of a sudden Hiro was struck by something. He was driving in the desert in broad daylight. To an ordinary person, something so common wouldn't have mattered in the least, but to someone who's whole existence had been diminished to hiding during the day, and sneaking around during the night, the simple pleasure overtook him. He leaned back in his seat, and smiled as the sun shined down on his face.
Forty-five minutes later, the jeep slowed to a stop in front of a group of tents that had been set up in some sort of a camp. The driver jumped down and led him to a tent that seemed to be the largest, and center point of the camp. He knelt and pushed a tent flap aside and held it open for Hiro.
"Hiro!" Quatre said happily, "Welcome. I wasn't sure if you'd make it this morning, I was hoping you would."
Some movement to the right of him caught Hiro's eye, he turned to look more closely and managed to lean back just in time as he watched in puzzlement as an orange sailed right past his head. "Hey, your getting slow." Duo laughed from a corner of the table in front of him. "You usually catch that orange without looking."
"Sorry." Hiro muttered. That caught everyone's attention. Heero never apologized. All four people in the room looked at him.
"Hey, you feel'en alright buddy?" Duo asked.
Hiro's mind work frantically for something to say that wouldn't arouse any more suspicion than he already had. "Yeah," he shrugged. "Rough night." He said walking forward and sitting down at the only empty place at the table. He sat down and managed to keep the shock from showing on his face as he realized the person who had thrown the orange at him was Duo. His hair was longer, and his skin was a little darker from being in the sun in this world, but it was unmistakably Duo!
When he had entered the tent he had kept his eyes carefully averted from those at the table, so that no one would really be able to get a close look at him, but in doing that he had not really looked at anyone at the table either, but now he took his time in looking at everyone there. Besides Duo, who sat on the left side of him, there was the one who they called Quatre who sat at the head of the table. The person that sat across from him looked familiar but he could not think of his name, he was tall and had long hair in the front that covered one eye, the last one who sat across from Duo was someone who had hair that was pulled back into a short pony tail at the back, and Hiro had absolutely no idea who he was, he didn't have any chance to think on it either. The tent flap opened again and Hiro was put in the extremely awkward position of coming face to face with himself. One by one the occupants of the room looked up to see who had entered the room and one by one they began to stare in amazed silence. For what seemed like hours, when in reality were only a few seconds, no one seemed to breathe. Then slowly they all started to fix Hiro with piercing stares. Then, the man seated across from Duo pointed an accusing finger at Hiro and leapt to his feet so swiftly, he knocked the chair backwards. "He's an imposter! Get him!"
The whole room seemed to converge on Hiro as they all seemed to lunge at him at once. Hiro shot out of his seat at the same time Duo grabbed his shoulder and pulled his arm back to punch him. Purely out of instinct he blocked Duo's punch and landed one of his own on the bridge of Duo's nose. The man who had pointed at him wasted no time as he jumped on the table then launched himself at Hiro knocking him down. Kicking up his knee and pulling up at the same time he managed to flip the man off of him, then kicked up his legs into a standing position. He had started to fight back out of habit alone, but now as logic began to scream through his brain he realized that his fighting back only made him look guiltier of whatever they thought he had done. He put down his fists and tried to explain. "Please listen to me!"
Unfortunately the man who had lunged at him over the table mistook him putting down his fists as a gesture of defeat and took that moment to jump up and land a vicious kick on Hiro's ribs that knocked him to the ground. Duo, who had recovered from the punch given to him, unceremoniously picked him off the floor by his neck and held him in a suffocating headlock. Still Hiro did not fight back. Duo dragged him back to the table and forced him on his back and changed his grasp so that he held Hiro down by his neck. The man with the long hair took hold of one of his arms and Quatre took the other one. Heero who had regained control of his features again after the stunning sight of seeing himself fight, took slow menacing steps toward him. "Start talking." He forced out through gritted teeth.
The other man who had kicked him was far less subtle, "Who sent you!!" he shouted, only inches away from his face.
Duo's hold on his neck made it almost impossible to answer, "No one you think, please let me talk." He managed to gasp out.
"Wrong answer." Heero said. Calmly he reached and withdrew a knife from one of the plates of food that had not managed to land on the floor during their fight. He pressed it to Hiro's throat then thrust it through his clothing and tore his shirt open, exposing his muscled chest.
"Talk." Heero said simply. Positioning the tip of the knife right above his heart.
"Wait," The man with the long hair said suddenly. With one hand, while keeping the other on Hiro's arm, he reached out and ripped off the dog tags that lay against his chest.
"This says your name is Hiro Yui." He said quietly.
"My name is Hiro Yui."
"Liar!" The man with the short ponytail spat, and gave him a hard punch in the stomach.
"Stop it!" Quatre yelled.
"And where are you from Hiro Yui?" The man with the long hair asked.
"I am not from anywhere in this universe, I was sent he by my people to ask for your help."
"I've heard enough!" The man with the short ponytail yelled, at the same time grabbing the knife from Heero. He raised it and drove downward intending to stab him, but the man with the long hair stopped him an instant before the knife pierced his skin.
"Let him talk Wufei. You can't ignore that he not only looks exactly like Heero, except for a few scars and such, but he also has the same name, I think that's worth enough to at least listen to him." The man who had just saved his life turned and fixed him with a hard stare. "Can you prove what you've just said?"
Hiro looked at him with out guilt or doubt. "Yes."
"Let him up." Heero said. Grabbing a chair that was lying haphazardly on the floor, he motioned for him to sit. The others all did the same, placing their chairs around him forming a circle facing him. When Heero sat down he again repeated the word that he had said in the beginning. "Talk."