WARNINGS - Angst (by the shovel full!), shounen ai (Guyxguy), OOC Heero (Make that OOC everyone!), Heero torture, hints of NCS (Non-consensual sex, rape), abuse of Wufei's name, foul language (*Gasps* Oo, shocking!), bastardised Dr. J, violence, fluffiness, darkness, paranormalness (Is that a word?), extreme mushiness, a lickle bit of Quatre torture for added spice and WAFFiness (All together now…awwww!).
Thank yous – Karasuko (Ur right it has to end somewhere and we are nearing the end now! *sniff*), moonbunny317, Mikagirl, Relwarc, Katie, CobaltPrincess (read and find out! ^_^), sapphire, Anna, Princess of Destrucion (Reviewer 200! Woohoo! Ii have an idea 4 a plot!), Ex2 (Duo is kool, but Heero is kewler! In my opinion anyway! ^_^), Princess Lightina ((x2) U really thought it was funny? That's ace! Yay!), firelight (For the most part I don't think the Oz soldiers r bad guys, they follow their orders just like the G-boyz) and Ephy (Wow! Ur English is really good! Thank u!) . . .*Bearhugs all reviewers and readers, refuses to let go until everyone reviews this chapter* Mwahaha!
A/N – Ok everyone I'm sorry to say that we are nearing the end of this lickle ficcy of mine. I figure that after this one there will be 2 more chapters then that's it! *sobs* I don't want it to end!!!
Disclaimer – If you really think that I own the song that I use in this chapter you are certifiable! Maybe if I was from Liverpool, was one of the best songwriters ever and was in the most influential band ever to grace this planet you'd be in with a shot. But I'm not. So there.
Golden Slumbers belongs to The Beatles, not me.
Harmless Heart – Chapter 16
"Golden Slumbers"
#Once there was a way to get back homeward.
Once there was a way to get back home.
Sleep pretty darling, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby.#
"O…on my o-own," a small, shaky voice filled the dark room as its owner desperately tried to pierce the deafening silence as save himself from insanity. "P-pretending…h-he's beside m-" The voice trembled and broke into heaving sobs which in time faded away into silence. Quatre Rabera Winner hugged his body, feverish hands running up and down his legs, in an attempt to remind himself that he was still alive. That he still existed. He leaned against the door which barred his escape from this black hell. His scrambling hands found the wood, solid English oak, and began to pound and scratch at the barrier. Skin on knuckles split and tore as splinters separated themselves from the door. Slivers of wood buried themselves beneath which broke or bent backwards under pressure. Oblivious to the pain, due to the adrenaline of desperation, the boy continued his plight.
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Trowa walked gracefully down the stairs, his movements as precise and controlled as a cat. One hand lightly massaged his temples in an attempt to ease the nagging headache brought on by his "sisters" ramblings. As he reached the bottom of the stairs a dull scratching reached his trained ears. Moving almost silently the uni-bane man drew his handgun from a holster on his hip. Holding the weapon at the ready Trowa unlocked the basement door and pulled it open in one fluid movement. A blond figure fell backwards onto the carpet at Trowa's feet. The European had a bullet aimed at the figures brain before his face even registered. Emerald eyes widened and gun was quickly holstered as he recognised his lover. Quatre's body was undergoing terrible shaking convulsions. His face was extremely pale, tear-stained and his eyes were screwed shut in pain. His once immaculate musicians hands, which had held no hint of the killer he was, were now torn and bloodied.
"Quatre?" Trowa breathed quietly in shock. At the sound of his voice blue eyes shot wide open, only to narrow to slits against the sudden brightness. A chocked sob was all the warning Trowa received before his Arabian lover threw his arms around his neck and clung tightly to him. The Heavyarms pilot rocked him back and forth slowly, ran tender hands through blond locks and murmured comforting nothings to a frightened boy. Quatre was trying to explain what had happened but he couldn't quite get the words out, so he settled for simply feeling his angels comforting presence in his arms.
#Golden slumbers fill your eyes,
Smiles awake you when you rise.
Sleep pretty darling, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby.#
Duo Maxwell sat in the hangar which contained the Gundams, staring accusingly at the empty spot which marked the absence of his comrade. Frustration was knawing at him slowly and he was gradually reaching the end of his patience. He glanced down at his watch and saw that there were still several hours before Heero was due to return. That was the final straw.
"Forget this!" The American scorned as he rose from his seat and stalked purposefully towards Deathscythe. The chestnut braid streamed out behind him as Duo jammed his black cap onto his head.
"Going somewhere Maxwell?" A cool voice inquired as its owners stepped out from the shadows of Nataku with a smirk on his face.
"'Fei!" Duo yelled in mock anger. "Jeez, ya scared me to death!"
"Avoiding the question are we?" Was the calm reply. Duo frowned.
"Yeah, not that it's any of your business!" The braided buy answered tartly. Wufei's dark eyes lost their teasing tone and looked at his seriously.
"I'm going with you," the Chinese man stated firmly, causing Duo to flounder for a moment. "You're going after Yuy and so am I," As Duo opened his mouth to ask questions Wufei held up a hand for silence. "No time. If I'm right, Yuy will be requiring assistance sometime soon."
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Fighting his way through earth-shaking pain the ZERO pilot gained some semblance of control only to find that somehow his situation had become ten times worse. He was surrounded. The number of suits he faced had trebled, there were advanced Oz suits and experienced soldiers fleshing out the fraction fighters ranks. Instead of random charges all MS's were in formation and Heero could see that restless movement of the right flank which indicated a charge. True to his prediction the right flank rushed him in a solid wall of death. Bracing himself Heero brought up Wing's beam cannon and fired. The golden energy tore through the air and simply disintegrated any and all obstacles which barred its path. Although prepared the multiple deaths caused immense pain to wash through the now fragile body of Heero Yuy. The fight dragged on and each opponent the Wing pilot killed tore at his heart. Hatred was still thick in the air and it was becoming increasingly difficult for the moss haired boy to fight on. The final blow came when Heero made a desperate attempt to escape the battle by breaking though the ranks. He murdered an Oz pilot. Her name was Daine Crawford. She was thirteen weeks pregnant. Her belly was small enough that he superior thought she had just piled on a few pounds and she had wanted so much to have a chance for vengeance against the man who had killed her brother. Mother and child were killed in one fell swoop and Heero found that he couldn't face the pain. He fell into unconsciousness: Wing ZERO fell to the ground.
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Duo and Wufei raced towards the co-ordinated they had lifted from Heero's laptop, pushing the engines of their carrier to the maximum. As they neared the area they set the carrier plane to autopilot and manned their Gundams. The two started the giant machines and established a comm-link just as the hangar dropped open and they made the perilous leap onto the battlefield. They had caught the enemy off guard. The new fraction fighters were out of their suits and engaging in conversation. Both pilots were surprised to see that there were plenty of Oz pilots in the mix. Seeing to two mechas sent panic rippling through the ranks and pilots scrambling to their suits. Confusion ran riot in Duo's mind, this was suppose to be a battle but it looked more like a tea party or celebration . . .
"01 is down, I repeat, 01 is down!" Wufei's strained voice filled the cockpit of Deathscythe and Duo gaped when he saw that it was true. Wing ZERO was down and surrounded by guards in MS's who had their rifles trained on the hatch. Shinigami's feral growl echoed though the airwaves as the enraged man saw red.
"No-one touches what belongs to the God of Death!" With that Duo ploughed forward, thermal scythe spinning in impressive arcs as it carved through MS after MS. With a grim smile Wufei followed Duo's path of blood onto the battlefield.
"Justice /will/ be served!"
The element of surprise meant that the battle was short and bloody. When all enemies had been obliterated Duo dropped from Deathscythe and clambered up onto the fallen Wing. Nataku remained as a lookout whilst Duo opened the hatch hurriedly. The metal obstruction opened to show a battered Heero who was stirring from the depths of oblivion. The braided boy watched in horrified fascination as tears began to seep from closed eyes and ragged sobs tore from his loved ones throat. Duo undid the harness and pulled Heero into his arms.
"D-D-Duo..?" The once perfect soldier asked in a tremulous voice. Duo murmured his assent as he pulled his koi from the cockpit and carried him over to the Oz plane which would serve as their getaway vehicle. Once their gear was loaded up Duo allowed Wufei to take the pilots seat, preferring to hold his love in his arms and hum a soft tune in his ear. Heero felt the tender glow of love surrounding him and pushed away his newly acquired demons to be dealt with at a later time. For now he was content to bask in comfort and drift into a darkness which wasn't cold and harsh but warm and comforting.
#Once there was a way to get back homeward.
Once there was a way to get back home.
Sleep pretty darling, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby.#
To be Continued . . .
A/N – Damn I love that song! Its from their Abbey Road album if anyones wondering!