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Large blue eyes, eyes the color of a desert sky were half lidded and blank as they fought to open under the strain of the heavy tranq that was shot into their owner. A heavy metallic taste flooded the young blond's mouth as he came to a sort of wakefulness, lying prone on the floor on his chest.
"ooo...." He murmured thickly, trying to lift his head, though it felt to the young Arabian that it weighed at least fifty pounds. Laying his face back down, he thought to himself with a minute bit of clarity that yes, his head did in fact weigh fifty pounds and he was in no condition to be trying to foolishly lift it.
Duo Maxwell sat in a corner. His knees were drawn up to his chest and he hugged them tightly as he rocked, his overly bright amethyst gaze never leaving the fallen Ex-Sandrock pilot laying on the cold floor.
"What have I done? What have I done?" He asked himself over and over, regret prominant in his voice with each aching question.
"You did what you had to do." Howard answered with just the right touch of remorse in his voice as he entered the room. Kneeling beside Winner, he looked over at Duo. "You had to do it.. but don't worry. The drug will be out of his system in no time. And the pain *Did* go away... now didn't it?"
Duo averted his eyes. The attack on Quatre a fuzzy, blurry, nightmarish memory.
"What have you done to me?" Maxwell croaked.
"Like you, I simply did what I had to do, Duo. You have to understand these things. Surely you understand these things."
"You're crazy." Duo hissed. "Out of your mind. Off your rocker. Bats in the belfry! Looney! Whacked! ACK! AAH!" He clutched his head as a searing bolt of pain lanced its way through his head. Biting back a howl of agonized pain, Duo folded in on himself, face buried between his knees, hands laced over the back of his head.
"Kids these days.. never know how to respect an adult." Howard scolded as he pressed the button twice to deactivate the chip inside of Duo's head. He looked at the suddering mass that had taken refuge in the corner and tsked quietly. Beside him, a more alert, yet still prone Quatre remained motionless. "How about you my lad." He asked, gently nudging the ex-Sandrock pilot's elbow. "I sure hope that you can show more manners than young Maxwell here."
'I've got some manners to show you, you pompous, psycho bastard.' Quatre seethed angrily, silently.
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Heero ran his fingers idly through his wild tangle of bangs as he sat infront of the vidscreen.
"I'm getting too old for this Wufei." He said as an explosive sigh escaped his chest. "And I'm getting to old to chase around old friends who have nothing better to do than galavant and get themselves into trouble."
Wufei's face held a small hint of amusement. "The perfect soldier admits a weakness. Should I be afraid?"
Heero snorted at the retort, then turned his eyes to the left. "I'm not a soldier anymore Wufei. None of us are."
"I know." The asian agreed softly. "And what you told me about Quatre's behavior is really... well, blowing my mind right now. I would have never had guessed that he could be such a cold bastard." He shook his head, long ebony locks dancing sofly past his shoulder. "Would you like for me to try talking to him?"
"Can't."
"Oh? And why's that? Too busy?" Wufei chuckled.
"Missing. And the fact that I haven't seen hide nor hair of Duo for the past three days isn't a good sign either."
Chang shrugged. "Who knows. Maybe Maxwell kidnapped him and is now trying to pull the stick out of his ass?"
Bright cobalt eyes pierced the darkness of the dark room once again. Mission: Bore hole into smart ass Chinese man on Vid-phone. A smirk turned Heero's lips as he fought hard to quell the mental image of Duo straddling Quatre, trying to yank a large stick out of the Arabians rear. The lips quirked again, insinutating a more piercing stare. Mission: Failed.
Both asian men broke into racuas laughter, each having their own visions to dance merrily in their minds.
"You sick bastard." Heero ground out, trying to keep the laughter in and a smile off his face.
"I try!" Wufei beamed as tears of mirth threatened to fall. "Listen, I do need to go, Heero. Do you need me to get on a shuttle and meet you anywhere? Maybe I can be of assistance." He asked, mood softening to a more serious note.
Heero sighed again and sat back in his chair, listening to the familar creeking. "Hai. But I'll let you know when." They both sat in contemplative silence for a long moment, until Yuy added reflectively. "After all, I would hate to interrupt Duo as he's trying to yank that stick out of Winners ass. It might be a harder task than it would seem."
Laughter rang off of both mens walls that night once again.
Howards bunker:
"How ya feelin'?" Duo asked softly, timidly as he turned his gaze to Quatre, watching the blond pace the room slowly.
"No better, no worse." Winner bit softly, turning his gaze to settle on anything in the small, bare room but Duo.
"Quatre... Gomen." Maxwell rose slowly, rubbing the bridge of his nose and approaching his friend. "I don't understand what is going on... I.. I.. I try to think back on kidnapping you.. and all I can remember is this severe pain." He cocked his head and looked pleadingly at Winner.
Quatre sighed softly and rested a small hand on Duo's shoulder. "It looks like Howard is terribly to blame for what has happened, though *Why* he is doing this is beyond me."
"Well.. first chance I get, I'm breaking that bald bastard. Sure, you really pissed me off back at the resturaunt.. and every other time I tried to contact you, but I sure as hell wouldn't do anything to hurt you, Q-man." Duo turned a pointed look to his friend. "I hope you know that.. and I hope you forgive me."
An old, familar smile slowly surfaced on Winners face, his eyes lighting up softly. "Forgiven. Forgotten.. OMPHF!" He exclaimed as Duo glomped him, and he couldn't help but to admit. He sure did miss that glomp.
"Ok, ok!" He laughed softly as Duo reluctantly let him go. "We need a plan, and we need to find out a way to remove that chip in your head."
"Huh? Chip? What chip?" Amethyst eyes regarded the other curiously, before realization dawned on him. "The only memories of abducting you are those of pain... and that would also explain some short term memory loss..." He shook his head. "A *Chip*? But.. when.. How? I... *Guess* I haven't seen Howard in a long time... but.. Is it possible that this thing has been inside of me for a long time?" Duo shuddered. "Ah man... I just hope he hasn't made me do anything else.."
"Then there was the drinking episode the other day when I got here..." Duo trailed off. "I haven't drank in a long while.. but... something doesn't feel right."
"Do you think he forced you to drink then, Duo? To cover up the adverse effects from the chip?" Quatre tilted his head.
"I've turned that thought over a couple of times.. could be a possibility." Duo bit his bottom lip thoughtfully. "Sure hope Heero still has his edge. I wanna get out of here. Something is deadly wrong and it is totally creeping me out over here... can't ya feel it Quatre?"
The young Arabian nodded. "Hai. I feel something dark and formidable is approaching. My Uchuu no kokoro is screaming at me.. and when I tried to *Feel* Howard.. all I felt was Darkness."
"Whoa..." Duo answered softly, extremely thankful that Quatre's forgiving self had kicked in, as he really would have hated to have to give the blond an attitude adjustment in the situation they were in. "Look at it this way.. at least you may have some sort of early warning system that will tell us if we are about to get into serious trouble. Also.. you watch my back, I'll watch yours. Looks like war is breaking out again.. I just hate that it's this close to home.."
"Me too, Duo." Quatre sighed. "Me too."
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AN: Oi.. this one is kinda short and sucky. Gomen, Gomen! I blame my muse! It's his fault! Well... anyway, Read and Review Onegai and tell me if it's worth continuing, or if I should just scrap it. ^.~V
Large blue eyes, eyes the color of a desert sky were half lidded and blank as they fought to open under the strain of the heavy tranq that was shot into their owner. A heavy metallic taste flooded the young blond's mouth as he came to a sort of wakefulness, lying prone on the floor on his chest.
"ooo...." He murmured thickly, trying to lift his head, though it felt to the young Arabian that it weighed at least fifty pounds. Laying his face back down, he thought to himself with a minute bit of clarity that yes, his head did in fact weigh fifty pounds and he was in no condition to be trying to foolishly lift it.
Duo Maxwell sat in a corner. His knees were drawn up to his chest and he hugged them tightly as he rocked, his overly bright amethyst gaze never leaving the fallen Ex-Sandrock pilot laying on the cold floor.
"What have I done? What have I done?" He asked himself over and over, regret prominant in his voice with each aching question.
"You did what you had to do." Howard answered with just the right touch of remorse in his voice as he entered the room. Kneeling beside Winner, he looked over at Duo. "You had to do it.. but don't worry. The drug will be out of his system in no time. And the pain *Did* go away... now didn't it?"
Duo averted his eyes. The attack on Quatre a fuzzy, blurry, nightmarish memory.
"What have you done to me?" Maxwell croaked.
"Like you, I simply did what I had to do, Duo. You have to understand these things. Surely you understand these things."
"You're crazy." Duo hissed. "Out of your mind. Off your rocker. Bats in the belfry! Looney! Whacked! ACK! AAH!" He clutched his head as a searing bolt of pain lanced its way through his head. Biting back a howl of agonized pain, Duo folded in on himself, face buried between his knees, hands laced over the back of his head.
"Kids these days.. never know how to respect an adult." Howard scolded as he pressed the button twice to deactivate the chip inside of Duo's head. He looked at the suddering mass that had taken refuge in the corner and tsked quietly. Beside him, a more alert, yet still prone Quatre remained motionless. "How about you my lad." He asked, gently nudging the ex-Sandrock pilot's elbow. "I sure hope that you can show more manners than young Maxwell here."
'I've got some manners to show you, you pompous, psycho bastard.' Quatre seethed angrily, silently.
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Heero ran his fingers idly through his wild tangle of bangs as he sat infront of the vidscreen.
"I'm getting too old for this Wufei." He said as an explosive sigh escaped his chest. "And I'm getting to old to chase around old friends who have nothing better to do than galavant and get themselves into trouble."
Wufei's face held a small hint of amusement. "The perfect soldier admits a weakness. Should I be afraid?"
Heero snorted at the retort, then turned his eyes to the left. "I'm not a soldier anymore Wufei. None of us are."
"I know." The asian agreed softly. "And what you told me about Quatre's behavior is really... well, blowing my mind right now. I would have never had guessed that he could be such a cold bastard." He shook his head, long ebony locks dancing sofly past his shoulder. "Would you like for me to try talking to him?"
"Can't."
"Oh? And why's that? Too busy?" Wufei chuckled.
"Missing. And the fact that I haven't seen hide nor hair of Duo for the past three days isn't a good sign either."
Chang shrugged. "Who knows. Maybe Maxwell kidnapped him and is now trying to pull the stick out of his ass?"
Bright cobalt eyes pierced the darkness of the dark room once again. Mission: Bore hole into smart ass Chinese man on Vid-phone. A smirk turned Heero's lips as he fought hard to quell the mental image of Duo straddling Quatre, trying to yank a large stick out of the Arabians rear. The lips quirked again, insinutating a more piercing stare. Mission: Failed.
Both asian men broke into racuas laughter, each having their own visions to dance merrily in their minds.
"You sick bastard." Heero ground out, trying to keep the laughter in and a smile off his face.
"I try!" Wufei beamed as tears of mirth threatened to fall. "Listen, I do need to go, Heero. Do you need me to get on a shuttle and meet you anywhere? Maybe I can be of assistance." He asked, mood softening to a more serious note.
Heero sighed again and sat back in his chair, listening to the familar creeking. "Hai. But I'll let you know when." They both sat in contemplative silence for a long moment, until Yuy added reflectively. "After all, I would hate to interrupt Duo as he's trying to yank that stick out of Winners ass. It might be a harder task than it would seem."
Laughter rang off of both mens walls that night once again.
Howards bunker:
"How ya feelin'?" Duo asked softly, timidly as he turned his gaze to Quatre, watching the blond pace the room slowly.
"No better, no worse." Winner bit softly, turning his gaze to settle on anything in the small, bare room but Duo.
"Quatre... Gomen." Maxwell rose slowly, rubbing the bridge of his nose and approaching his friend. "I don't understand what is going on... I.. I.. I try to think back on kidnapping you.. and all I can remember is this severe pain." He cocked his head and looked pleadingly at Winner.
Quatre sighed softly and rested a small hand on Duo's shoulder. "It looks like Howard is terribly to blame for what has happened, though *Why* he is doing this is beyond me."
"Well.. first chance I get, I'm breaking that bald bastard. Sure, you really pissed me off back at the resturaunt.. and every other time I tried to contact you, but I sure as hell wouldn't do anything to hurt you, Q-man." Duo turned a pointed look to his friend. "I hope you know that.. and I hope you forgive me."
An old, familar smile slowly surfaced on Winners face, his eyes lighting up softly. "Forgiven. Forgotten.. OMPHF!" He exclaimed as Duo glomped him, and he couldn't help but to admit. He sure did miss that glomp.
"Ok, ok!" He laughed softly as Duo reluctantly let him go. "We need a plan, and we need to find out a way to remove that chip in your head."
"Huh? Chip? What chip?" Amethyst eyes regarded the other curiously, before realization dawned on him. "The only memories of abducting you are those of pain... and that would also explain some short term memory loss..." He shook his head. "A *Chip*? But.. when.. How? I... *Guess* I haven't seen Howard in a long time... but.. Is it possible that this thing has been inside of me for a long time?" Duo shuddered. "Ah man... I just hope he hasn't made me do anything else.."
"Then there was the drinking episode the other day when I got here..." Duo trailed off. "I haven't drank in a long while.. but... something doesn't feel right."
"Do you think he forced you to drink then, Duo? To cover up the adverse effects from the chip?" Quatre tilted his head.
"I've turned that thought over a couple of times.. could be a possibility." Duo bit his bottom lip thoughtfully. "Sure hope Heero still has his edge. I wanna get out of here. Something is deadly wrong and it is totally creeping me out over here... can't ya feel it Quatre?"
The young Arabian nodded. "Hai. I feel something dark and formidable is approaching. My Uchuu no kokoro is screaming at me.. and when I tried to *Feel* Howard.. all I felt was Darkness."
"Whoa..." Duo answered softly, extremely thankful that Quatre's forgiving self had kicked in, as he really would have hated to have to give the blond an attitude adjustment in the situation they were in. "Look at it this way.. at least you may have some sort of early warning system that will tell us if we are about to get into serious trouble. Also.. you watch my back, I'll watch yours. Looks like war is breaking out again.. I just hate that it's this close to home.."
"Me too, Duo." Quatre sighed. "Me too."
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AN: Oi.. this one is kinda short and sucky. Gomen, Gomen! I blame my muse! It's his fault! Well... anyway, Read and Review Onegai and tell me if it's worth continuing, or if I should just scrap it. ^.~V
