semi AU
will be 1x2/2x1, some 3x4, citrus in later chapters
Warning: If you don't like yaoi, don't read, no one is twisting your arm and you won't change my mind.
Takes place AC 195, only four gundams are being used, Deathscythe is unpiloted as it has been deemed unmanageable after killing two pilots and making three more insane. It is semi-AI (ZERO prototype).
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Sunrise, Shotsu Agency, Bandai, and other corporations, and has been used without permission, purely for entertainment purposes. Come on, they're meant to be played with just like the little toy Gundam models that I have!
CHAPTER TWO
(later)
"Did you see his back?" Quatre asked me quietly.
I nodded. I wasn't sure if I could trust myself to say anything. We had put the stranger in the bed next to mine, dried him off and dressed him in a clean t-shirt and sport shorts. It was during this that we noticed the marks on his back. He had been whipped pretty badly. The scars were a series of many raised criss-crossed red welts, with small gouges at each end, meaning the whip used had metal tips. There were other signs of torture as well. Not by OZ we thought, but brutal nonetheless. It didn't help that he lay there with the serene face of an angel, brilliant chestnut hair now dry and spread about him. He was still unconscious. I elected to stay with him and work on my laptop until there were some signs of life.
Let's see, a little transfer here, some more money over there...hmmm report of pay increase for the Specials...I can do something with that. A few minutes later and the pay raise was now restricted to senior officers and the other ranks received a pay cut. Nothing like a little monetary disparity to sow dissention in the ranks of OZ! I was busy scanning for more reports when there was a light tap on my shoulder.
I was off the chair and had my gun pointed squarely between a pair of blue- violet eyes before they could blink. The stranger. He was awake, obviously, and stood calmly looking directly into my eyes. Then he slowly looked down at the gun, back up again and a small grin began to move across his lips. In the back of my mind I was trying to process how he had moved so quietly from the bed to my desk without my hearing or even sensing him.
"A weapon?" he asked in a low quiet voice.
"You speak English!" was my retort.
"Noooo", he said slowly, "Not really. When that man touched me, something.. I have some of his memories. All mixed up. Some understanding of words, but hard to transfer - no - translate from mine to yours. Fast to think, harder to say." Another sheepish grin..
I returned the gun to its holster behind the back of my tanktop. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Then looked down again.
"Um. I need.I have to ..where is...damn! Pee?"
"Come".
I headed toward the bathroom, the other youth a silent shadow behind me. Opening the narrow door, I pointed to the toilet. "There".
He looked at the white porcelain then shrugged.
Right, different reality different bathrooms. I lifted the lid then pointed to the water below. "In there." God, I hoped I wouldn't have to show him! I turned my back to give him some privacy. When he had completed his task, I reached over and flushed.
He jumped back like a startled deer, eyes wide as saucers. Then he hissed, "Sorcery!!"
"No, " I commented, "Science. Wash your hands."
I turned the tap on over the sink, shot a few squirts of soap from the container at the side and then demonstrated what to do. I added, "There is no sorcery or magic here, in this world."
He gave me a long look out of the corner of his eyes without turning his head. Then he carefully washed his hands, pausing to give close examination to the plastic soap dispenser. He held it up to the light, squeezed the bottle gently a few times and then asked in a puzzled voice, "Glass?"
"No. Plastic. Different material. Man-made, not natural."
"Oh." Silence for a few seconds, then, "No sorcery? Here, I mean. You are sure?"
I looked at him. "Yes. No magic, just science."
"How did I come to be here, then?"
Oh boy.
This was going to be fun I could just tell. So I did what I do best. I gave a Hn and then herded him out the door to pawn him off on the others. We made about three steps in the direction of the stairs when he stopped suddenly and spun around, hair flying everywhere. He ran back to the bathroom and stared into the mirror. Then raising his hands, he gathered his hair with flying fingers to form a braid. One about a good three feet in length. He eyed the end he held and then looked at me.
"Something to . tie.this?" he asked.
I glared briefly then ducked into Wufei's room, snatched an elastic band off of his dresser, then snapped it on the end of the braid. With a firm shove, I directed him to the stairs and we headed down.
will be 1x2/2x1, some 3x4, citrus in later chapters
Warning: If you don't like yaoi, don't read, no one is twisting your arm and you won't change my mind.
Takes place AC 195, only four gundams are being used, Deathscythe is unpiloted as it has been deemed unmanageable after killing two pilots and making three more insane. It is semi-AI (ZERO prototype).
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Sunrise, Shotsu Agency, Bandai, and other corporations, and has been used without permission, purely for entertainment purposes. Come on, they're meant to be played with just like the little toy Gundam models that I have!
CHAPTER TWO
(later)
"Did you see his back?" Quatre asked me quietly.
I nodded. I wasn't sure if I could trust myself to say anything. We had put the stranger in the bed next to mine, dried him off and dressed him in a clean t-shirt and sport shorts. It was during this that we noticed the marks on his back. He had been whipped pretty badly. The scars were a series of many raised criss-crossed red welts, with small gouges at each end, meaning the whip used had metal tips. There were other signs of torture as well. Not by OZ we thought, but brutal nonetheless. It didn't help that he lay there with the serene face of an angel, brilliant chestnut hair now dry and spread about him. He was still unconscious. I elected to stay with him and work on my laptop until there were some signs of life.
Let's see, a little transfer here, some more money over there...hmmm report of pay increase for the Specials...I can do something with that. A few minutes later and the pay raise was now restricted to senior officers and the other ranks received a pay cut. Nothing like a little monetary disparity to sow dissention in the ranks of OZ! I was busy scanning for more reports when there was a light tap on my shoulder.
I was off the chair and had my gun pointed squarely between a pair of blue- violet eyes before they could blink. The stranger. He was awake, obviously, and stood calmly looking directly into my eyes. Then he slowly looked down at the gun, back up again and a small grin began to move across his lips. In the back of my mind I was trying to process how he had moved so quietly from the bed to my desk without my hearing or even sensing him.
"A weapon?" he asked in a low quiet voice.
"You speak English!" was my retort.
"Noooo", he said slowly, "Not really. When that man touched me, something.. I have some of his memories. All mixed up. Some understanding of words, but hard to transfer - no - translate from mine to yours. Fast to think, harder to say." Another sheepish grin..
I returned the gun to its holster behind the back of my tanktop. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Then looked down again.
"Um. I need.I have to ..where is...damn! Pee?"
"Come".
I headed toward the bathroom, the other youth a silent shadow behind me. Opening the narrow door, I pointed to the toilet. "There".
He looked at the white porcelain then shrugged.
Right, different reality different bathrooms. I lifted the lid then pointed to the water below. "In there." God, I hoped I wouldn't have to show him! I turned my back to give him some privacy. When he had completed his task, I reached over and flushed.
He jumped back like a startled deer, eyes wide as saucers. Then he hissed, "Sorcery!!"
"No, " I commented, "Science. Wash your hands."
I turned the tap on over the sink, shot a few squirts of soap from the container at the side and then demonstrated what to do. I added, "There is no sorcery or magic here, in this world."
He gave me a long look out of the corner of his eyes without turning his head. Then he carefully washed his hands, pausing to give close examination to the plastic soap dispenser. He held it up to the light, squeezed the bottle gently a few times and then asked in a puzzled voice, "Glass?"
"No. Plastic. Different material. Man-made, not natural."
"Oh." Silence for a few seconds, then, "No sorcery? Here, I mean. You are sure?"
I looked at him. "Yes. No magic, just science."
"How did I come to be here, then?"
Oh boy.
This was going to be fun I could just tell. So I did what I do best. I gave a Hn and then herded him out the door to pawn him off on the others. We made about three steps in the direction of the stairs when he stopped suddenly and spun around, hair flying everywhere. He ran back to the bathroom and stared into the mirror. Then raising his hands, he gathered his hair with flying fingers to form a braid. One about a good three feet in length. He eyed the end he held and then looked at me.
"Something to . tie.this?" he asked.
I glared briefly then ducked into Wufei's room, snatched an elastic band off of his dresser, then snapped it on the end of the braid. With a firm shove, I directed him to the stairs and we headed down.