standard disclaimers apply~
"Fugitive Duo Maxwell has yet to be found by authorities. Rest assured, citizens, that he will be found shortly and severely punished..."
*Click*
The TV screen went blank. A heavy silence filled the Winner estate. Quatre, who had invited the other former gundam pilots, Trowa and Wufei (Heero had been missing, as usual), looked grim. Trowa, ever the silent one, only looked at the floor dispiritedly. It was Wufei who spoke first.
Actually, exploded.
"That idiot! I KNEW one day he would go too far; that...that..." Wufei was so irritated he forgot where he was and began cursing in his native language, Chinese.
Quatre shook his head, and argued, "No! Duo may be a little aloof and careless at times--"
"A little?!"
"OK, maybe more than a little, but he would never go so far as to get himself this deep in trouble with the law."
"Oh really?! Well--"
Trowa spoke up, surprising everyone with his calm musical voice. "I think he was set up."
"What?! Injustice, how DARE you accuse the righteous authorities of--"
"Please don't argue, my friends! Listen to Trowa! Go on, Trowa..."
"Well..didn't you notice that none of the reporters mentioned what he did to get the authorities to be so hostile to him?"
The others agreed. Something was definetely wrong; What was the government up to?
~*~
Heero's eyebrow twitched very, very, VERY slightly. //Duo,// he thought exasperatingly, //What have you done now?// He typed furiously on his precious laptop and frowned when he could not find any information in anything (even the government files) that told about what Duo had done. The former gundam pilot frowned quizzically. What the hell was the government up to? And to think he and his fellow pilots had fought for these people's right to govern...
Duo needed help, that was for sure.
And he, Heero Yuy, was going to help him fight for his freedom.
Walking onto the balcony of his apartment, he stared at the blood red sun sinking into the distant horizon. Walking swiftly back into the room, shutting down his precious laptop, grabbing a jacket and hurriedly putting on his shoes, he closed the door behind him and disappeared into the coming darkness. As Heero felt rain droplets fall on his nose, he only hoped Duo was all right, and that he wasn't too late...
~*~
Duo shivered. Trying to sleep in an uninsulated toolshed while it was RAINING was very very bad. Stupid. Granted, it wasn't a lot of rain, but at this rate, in maybe ten minutes it would be downright pouring. Raindrops leaked throught the trillion holes in the poorly thatched roof and splashed onto Duo's already soaked body. His clothes and shoes were damp as well, and his hair was thoroughly soaked; not one hair was untouched by water. //Please...someone come help me...save me...// he thought miserably. Before he closed his eyes, succumbing to the cold and fatigue, one delirious-or maybe not- thought drifted through his mind.
//Heero...//
(A/N- short chapter...oh well, r/r!)
"Fugitive Duo Maxwell has yet to be found by authorities. Rest assured, citizens, that he will be found shortly and severely punished..."
*Click*
The TV screen went blank. A heavy silence filled the Winner estate. Quatre, who had invited the other former gundam pilots, Trowa and Wufei (Heero had been missing, as usual), looked grim. Trowa, ever the silent one, only looked at the floor dispiritedly. It was Wufei who spoke first.
Actually, exploded.
"That idiot! I KNEW one day he would go too far; that...that..." Wufei was so irritated he forgot where he was and began cursing in his native language, Chinese.
Quatre shook his head, and argued, "No! Duo may be a little aloof and careless at times--"
"A little?!"
"OK, maybe more than a little, but he would never go so far as to get himself this deep in trouble with the law."
"Oh really?! Well--"
Trowa spoke up, surprising everyone with his calm musical voice. "I think he was set up."
"What?! Injustice, how DARE you accuse the righteous authorities of--"
"Please don't argue, my friends! Listen to Trowa! Go on, Trowa..."
"Well..didn't you notice that none of the reporters mentioned what he did to get the authorities to be so hostile to him?"
The others agreed. Something was definetely wrong; What was the government up to?
~*~
Heero's eyebrow twitched very, very, VERY slightly. //Duo,// he thought exasperatingly, //What have you done now?// He typed furiously on his precious laptop and frowned when he could not find any information in anything (even the government files) that told about what Duo had done. The former gundam pilot frowned quizzically. What the hell was the government up to? And to think he and his fellow pilots had fought for these people's right to govern...
Duo needed help, that was for sure.
And he, Heero Yuy, was going to help him fight for his freedom.
Walking onto the balcony of his apartment, he stared at the blood red sun sinking into the distant horizon. Walking swiftly back into the room, shutting down his precious laptop, grabbing a jacket and hurriedly putting on his shoes, he closed the door behind him and disappeared into the coming darkness. As Heero felt rain droplets fall on his nose, he only hoped Duo was all right, and that he wasn't too late...
~*~
Duo shivered. Trying to sleep in an uninsulated toolshed while it was RAINING was very very bad. Stupid. Granted, it wasn't a lot of rain, but at this rate, in maybe ten minutes it would be downright pouring. Raindrops leaked throught the trillion holes in the poorly thatched roof and splashed onto Duo's already soaked body. His clothes and shoes were damp as well, and his hair was thoroughly soaked; not one hair was untouched by water. //Please...someone come help me...save me...// he thought miserably. Before he closed his eyes, succumbing to the cold and fatigue, one delirious-or maybe not- thought drifted through his mind.
//Heero...//
(A/N- short chapter...oh well, r/r!)