The Password
(8) The End...?


Author: Tan
Rated: Somewhere between PG-14 and R... so far
Disclaimer: ?... Don't own anything?....?
Notes & Warnings: ***Shounen ai*** alert. Mentioned that, have I? Nah, forgot it on the previous chapter. 1x2 (HeeroxDuo), 3x4 (TrowaxQuatre), no specific order or uke seme, and the 'x' doesn't mean anything more or less than a plus + would. ::shrug::.
This is basically the end. I'm not up to goin' through a fullfleged Matrix crossover-- can you say over load? I haven't even finished the Titan A.E. one! XD ::cries::

**distinct shounen ai parts... heeeh.... kissing... such a sap...**





(8) The End...?



The sound of screeching tires and a slamming door had never before sounded so beautiful. I looked up in shock as a familiar figure burst out of the front seat of an SUV, and sauntered over-- was he shaking his butt? I think Heero's shaking his butt. May the wonders never cease ::insert dramatic sigh::

Relena's grip on my arm tightened disturbingly; ow, abuse, bruising, hello? The pretty, eerie-ass blonde didn't respond to my pathetic whimpering. Plan B, insistent squirming in her grasp. Ow, didn't work either. Heero had stopped a few feet away. I waved enthusiastically, and he ignored me. No big surprise there.

My eyes grew very round and a strangled gasp erupted from my mouth as Relena twisted my arm firmly, bending bone that should not ever be bent, and completely reversing the direction in which my shoulder should have pivoted. I don't like pain.

Having dropped me to my knees, Relena proceeded to place something cold and hard against the side of my head. Couldn't help but recognize it as a gun. Always said I was perceptive.

So. What a predicament, huh? The corner of my mouth twitched helplessly, smiling in its own right. Don't know why the hell you're smiling, I cursed. I'm about to die. Damn, that sucked.

"He must be important if you've come to look for him, Wing Zero," Relena announced. Nudge, nudge with the gun, oh why do you have to *nudge*?! "I thought I recognized his signature, but I wasn't quite sure. We'll have to take him to a port for diagnostics."

...

"You're not taking him," Heero responded calmly. No expression on that darling heroic face of his, so it came as quite a surprise when he pulled out his own gun and started shooting. Too fast, and Relena-- my jaw dropped-- Too fast-- she was moving too fast, dodging *bullets* frikkin bullets that is so totally inhuman.

Heero, as ever quick on his feet, jumped at the chance his slight 'distraction' had offered. He leapt at Relena, and threw punches that I winced at. Like, hitting a girl: so wrong. Not that I could tell whether or not any of his fists hit their mark. So fast, just blurs of skin and air, furiously soft sounds of a scuffle. Duuuude.

I did catch Heero's last move; a swift jarring uppercut to Relena's jaw. Girl went soaring-- was actually sorta funny watching her body fly up and back. Couldn't stay to watch her land because Heero was trying to drag me away by the hair like some barbarious caveman. I swatted him furiously and ran to his idling vehicle *by myself*. He was driving off with my feet still dragging in the dirt.

I glued my face the window, peering into the rearview mirror frantically-- no car...

"They won't pursue," Heero grunted. I reluctantly peeled my face off of the window and looked at him.

"Stop the car," I ordered softly. Heero gave me a disbelieving glance, and yet obeyed almost immediately. The SUV swerved onto the shoulder of the road, and shifted into park. He scowled at the windshield.

"You still don't believe---"

I can proudly say that I was the cause of his abrupt halt in conversation. Throwing myself across the car at him worked pretty solidly. I grabbed his head, expecting a gun or a fist to connect with my own. After a brief second of not being killed I pressed my lips to his in a lopsided, dry kiss.

It was very nice.

Better than nice-- I groaned, 'cause Heero had some nice soft lips. Sure did taste real-- My hands grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pulled mercilessly; he didn't even bother to complain. He just grabbed a hold of my head and started pulling a few chunks of hair out. But at least he was kissing me back. Is that tongue?! *____*

All too soon, much too soon, too soon man! Heero ripped away from me, and stared at my frantically searching lips (I felt and probably looked like a horse). I whimpered pitifully.

Tongue....

"Don't do that," Heero whispered. He still had his hands tangled in the back of my hair... and was in no hurry to remove them... he even started massaging where he'd pulled... I tried again to plant another one on him, but he held me firmly back. I settled for purring as he finger tangled my hair...

Somehow my befuddled mind conjured up the idea of leeching answers from Heero in his-- er, my-- distracted state. "... mm why won't Relena come after us?" Rub rub, purrr.

One of my eyes popped open and ogled Heero. "Mmmm pretty sure of ourselves, aren't we?" Heero offered me a knowing, evilish grin, and released my hair. My head fell soundly onto his shoulder, and I nuzzled his neck obligingly.

"Very sure. Unlike some braided bakas..."

I had the distinct feeling he meant me. Me? Nah. Dork.

"I happen to have learned a lot about myself these past few days," I replied coolly. Didn't bother to move; too comfy. "I now know my 'real' body is in a deep fry, my mind's rigged, and I like sexy leather bishounen."

Didn't really mean for that last part to come out, but oh well, deed is done. Heero snorted a little, and I could feel him fingering the end of my braid. Yeah, I knew he approved.... So did I.

"So what-- to wake up, do I have to take some colorful pill? Go off into Wonderland for a bit, see some pink elephants and blue tigers?" I grinned against Heero's warm neck... knowing, or at least thinking I knew, that it wasn't real. Everything was a pretty, big dream.

Wild ride, I acknowledged.

"You'll see," Heero replied. He poked me until I sat up indignantly. Not waiting for me to complain, he took off, flattening me against the seat and making my stomach lurch. Sorta like a roller coaster. No, I didn't scream and I didn't barf.

I was heading in a wild direction. A road I'd already waddled down, yes, but not exactly traveled. Damn. I' m being poetic. ::gag::.

Somethin' about me, about the Wandering part, settled a little. Or was that breakfast? I paused to think for a second...

Nope. It was the lost part about me.

Death was going places.