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!
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CHAPTER THREE.
The other three pilots were in the kitchen starting dinner when we arrived. Quatre immediately smiled and headed over to us.
"You're awake! I'm Quatre Rebabera Winner," he said holding out his hand in introduction.
My companion smiled back and said, "I'm..hmmm..how do I say this in your language.twin, no, pair, no that's not right either. One would be Solo, two would be..?" he asked, running a frustrated hand quickly through his bangs.
"Duo," I supplied.
"Duo! Yes, that's me, Duo!"
The others introduced themselves.
"Heero," I said, then added, "He wants to know how he got here - without the use of magic or sorcery."
That brought some surprised looks. After what seemed like ages but in reality was only a few minutes, we were able to convince Duo that our world had no magic whatsoever and that his being here was a result of an experiment using science and technology. He also knew that we had destroyed the only way he had of returning to his own world. Somehow that didn't seem to affect him as much as I would have expected.
We began eating a rather ordinary dinner since it was Wufei's turn to cook and he sticks to strictly utilitarian type food. The meal was ordinary, the manner Duo ate was decidedly not. The only way I could describe it was comparing it to someone who feared they wouldn't eat again in a long time and might even have what was in front of them taken away. Not that he was sloppy or gluttonous, just totally focused on eating as much as possible in as little time. I looked over his slim frame and couldn't figure out where he was putting it all. By the time he had finished his third helping of frozen cake and fourth glass of milk, he finally leaned back as if he had enough and appeared thoughtful.
"So what now, with me, I mean?"
"We will lay low for a while. You'll stay here for the short term. We can't have you acting strange in public, that may draw the attention of OZ to you and then to us," I explained.
"OZ, that would be your enemy, right? You act like soldiers. Are you?"
Hmm, so he figured out what we were. That was an unexpected development. I needed to know just how much of a risk this guy was.
"What makes you say that?"
Good going Wufei. Keep him on his toes with questions from several sides.
Duo shrugged. "They way you work together, your body movements, eyes never still, wariness, caution. The fact that Trowa has knives hidden in several places on his body, same with Wufei. Heero has a weapon under his shirt, that sort of thing."
Shit, I forgot about pulling the gun on him.
"We could be criminals," commented Trowa dryly.
"Yeah, and criminals go through the bother of destroying a whole series of buildings and only coming back with one thing - me. Not that I don't think I'm not valuable or anything!" The last said with a cheeky smirk.
"We are soldiers," Quatre supplied earnestly. "We are fighting an organization - OZ - which is trying to control our world, Earth, and all the space colonies. They've declared war on us. We fight for the colonies, and to keep Earth free as well."
Duo seemed to think about this. I could see on his expressive face that he had more questions to ask, but was either unsure of the words to use, or whether he should even ask or not. I decided it was time to know more about him and what kind of information transfer he may have had with that technician who died. After all, that was the only reason I made sure to bring him with us. Naked.
I firmly pushed that last thought down and asked, "Tell us about you. You know we are soldiers, what are you?"
Duo shot a quick glance at me and then calmly stated, "I'm an assassin."
We must have looked somewhat unbelieving, because he quickly asserted that he was.
"I'm a professional assassin. Trained by the assassin's guild. And I don't lie. Ever! I may run and I may hide, but I never lie."
He crossed his arms defiantly over his chest, almost daring us to argue with him.
"Which weapons are you trained to use?" Trowa again. Takes one to know one, and I was as interested in the answer as the normally quiet Heavyarms pilot was.
A quick shrug.
"Everything, anything, whatever is at hand and available as well as the usual sort - you know, sharp slicey blades and pointy things, parts of the body, poisons, garrotes, exploding devices, cloth, clothing, water, fire."
"We get the picture," said Quatre, looking a little ill.
"How many people have you killed." This one from Wufei, another good question.
We'd get an idea of how good he was at his "job".
At this, Duo's easy going manner faded and he asked in a level voice, "Directly or for whose deaths I take responsibility?"
"Either one."
"One thousand two hundred and thirty seven."
"You count them?" Wufei sounded shocked.
"No, I * remember * them!" came the hissed reply.
We did not say very much for a while.
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!
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CHAPTER THREE.
The other three pilots were in the kitchen starting dinner when we arrived. Quatre immediately smiled and headed over to us.
"You're awake! I'm Quatre Rebabera Winner," he said holding out his hand in introduction.
My companion smiled back and said, "I'm..hmmm..how do I say this in your language.twin, no, pair, no that's not right either. One would be Solo, two would be..?" he asked, running a frustrated hand quickly through his bangs.
"Duo," I supplied.
"Duo! Yes, that's me, Duo!"
The others introduced themselves.
"Heero," I said, then added, "He wants to know how he got here - without the use of magic or sorcery."
That brought some surprised looks. After what seemed like ages but in reality was only a few minutes, we were able to convince Duo that our world had no magic whatsoever and that his being here was a result of an experiment using science and technology. He also knew that we had destroyed the only way he had of returning to his own world. Somehow that didn't seem to affect him as much as I would have expected.
We began eating a rather ordinary dinner since it was Wufei's turn to cook and he sticks to strictly utilitarian type food. The meal was ordinary, the manner Duo ate was decidedly not. The only way I could describe it was comparing it to someone who feared they wouldn't eat again in a long time and might even have what was in front of them taken away. Not that he was sloppy or gluttonous, just totally focused on eating as much as possible in as little time. I looked over his slim frame and couldn't figure out where he was putting it all. By the time he had finished his third helping of frozen cake and fourth glass of milk, he finally leaned back as if he had enough and appeared thoughtful.
"So what now, with me, I mean?"
"We will lay low for a while. You'll stay here for the short term. We can't have you acting strange in public, that may draw the attention of OZ to you and then to us," I explained.
"OZ, that would be your enemy, right? You act like soldiers. Are you?"
Hmm, so he figured out what we were. That was an unexpected development. I needed to know just how much of a risk this guy was.
"What makes you say that?"
Good going Wufei. Keep him on his toes with questions from several sides.
Duo shrugged. "They way you work together, your body movements, eyes never still, wariness, caution. The fact that Trowa has knives hidden in several places on his body, same with Wufei. Heero has a weapon under his shirt, that sort of thing."
Shit, I forgot about pulling the gun on him.
"We could be criminals," commented Trowa dryly.
"Yeah, and criminals go through the bother of destroying a whole series of buildings and only coming back with one thing - me. Not that I don't think I'm not valuable or anything!" The last said with a cheeky smirk.
"We are soldiers," Quatre supplied earnestly. "We are fighting an organization - OZ - which is trying to control our world, Earth, and all the space colonies. They've declared war on us. We fight for the colonies, and to keep Earth free as well."
Duo seemed to think about this. I could see on his expressive face that he had more questions to ask, but was either unsure of the words to use, or whether he should even ask or not. I decided it was time to know more about him and what kind of information transfer he may have had with that technician who died. After all, that was the only reason I made sure to bring him with us. Naked.
I firmly pushed that last thought down and asked, "Tell us about you. You know we are soldiers, what are you?"
Duo shot a quick glance at me and then calmly stated, "I'm an assassin."
We must have looked somewhat unbelieving, because he quickly asserted that he was.
"I'm a professional assassin. Trained by the assassin's guild. And I don't lie. Ever! I may run and I may hide, but I never lie."
He crossed his arms defiantly over his chest, almost daring us to argue with him.
"Which weapons are you trained to use?" Trowa again. Takes one to know one, and I was as interested in the answer as the normally quiet Heavyarms pilot was.
A quick shrug.
"Everything, anything, whatever is at hand and available as well as the usual sort - you know, sharp slicey blades and pointy things, parts of the body, poisons, garrotes, exploding devices, cloth, clothing, water, fire."
"We get the picture," said Quatre, looking a little ill.
"How many people have you killed." This one from Wufei, another good question.
We'd get an idea of how good he was at his "job".
At this, Duo's easy going manner faded and he asked in a level voice, "Directly or for whose deaths I take responsibility?"
"Either one."
"One thousand two hundred and thirty seven."
"You count them?" Wufei sounded shocked.
"No, I * remember * them!" came the hissed reply.
We did not say very much for a while.