Standard Disclaimer: How many times do I have to tell you people that I don't own Gundam Wing before you believe me?!
Warnings: Shonen ai, language, angst
A/N: Short? I know. I'll have more out soon. Promise.
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Renaissance
By skyprincess
Chapter 16:
He intended one last look over the valley, but something in the distance caught his eye. A house? The safe house! A plan began to slowly formulate in the pilot's ever-plotting mind. "Now, to get a few party favors," a familiar smile spread across his lips, "Cause the God of Death is ready for a little festivity, and Neo-Oz is invited." Duo quickly turned to his jeep and, forsaking the doors, opted to leap in swinging on the frame. One swift motion found him in the seat with the engine on, and not a moment later, he was racing off in the direction of the little cabin.
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Quatre had awakened from his semi-coma and now wandered about the dorm, putting away the forgotten shopping items. Everything he looked at reminded him of Duo. Perhaps because his messy roommate left his clothes everywhere, but still, the little reminders weighed on the Arab's tender heart.
Finally, with nowhere else to turn for comfort, Quatre approached his dear old companion. "Looks like it's just you and me again, but whose fault is it this time." Quatre couldn't bare to look up because then he'd see the birds that Duo had bought for him, or the playstation that Duo had taught him to play, or the pile of books that Duo was reading… The blonde head turned to the window in hope of reprise from the barrage of memories, but his face immediately fell as he found himself staring directly at Duo's garden (as they affectionately called it). Shimmering streaks began to carve familiar trails sown the gentle cheeks once again. So Quatre did the only thing he knew, he lifted the wooden instrument to his chin. /Everything he did was for me./ What was left of his heart slowly broke as he place the bow on the strings and began a song… a song that hadn't been played in months… a song he'd vowed never to play again… a song that Duo had helped him forget, and now helped him remember. It was a slow and melancholy song, telltale of heartache, that ended in one last dying note.
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Duo pulled into the back entrance of the school, hiding the jeep behind some trees and shrubbery. He emerged from the vehicle in black leather pants and a black bomber jacket zipped up so only a hint of his red shirt was visible. "The God of Death is back in black," he chuckled to himself, throwing a large backpack over his shoulder. "Shinigami may claim a few heads today," he said darkly as a devious smile spread on his face, "But not my Quatre's."
Sinking into the shadows, Duo ran along the back buildings until he reached the dark hall that Kruschev always disappears into. /Let's see where that pinky was always running off to./ The hall made an abrupt turn to the right, away from the actual school, and the braided wonder soon found himself in front of a security access door. "Oh-ho! How clever," he said with a waggle of his eyebrows, "But nothing I can't crack." Duo set to work hacking away at the entry keys and after a few moments brought his fist down solidly on the wall just to the right of the key pad. The monitor beeped several times, and the message "Access Granted" flashed on the screen as the door slid open. /Piece of cake./
He entered the sterile hallway, and deftly began placing small round metal objects in dark corners of the hall, carefully listening for motion or voices as he went. He found an empty room with a window and made a note of its location after placing a few of the round objects in it. He made his way along the halls dodging what appeared to be guards, leaving little objects by every door, until he came to one that peaked his interest. It was slightly ajar and a voice could be heard from inside… a Russian voice. The Gundam pilot stopped to listen, "Officer Stanley will be taking care of our little prince. She's the best for the job."
Duo mind raced. /Stanley… female…/ He ran through his mental yearbook, /Stanley… Melissa Stanley… Sissa!/ He began to panic. /Think Duo… this is so not my forte… World War II blitzkrieg:…an attack from behind… gas:… used to kill the prisoners… Aryan:… blonde hair, blue eyes… little prince… oh shit! Quatre!/ Just as the realization set in, Duo felt two strong arms reach around and clamp his mouth and heard a sharp "shh" in his ear. The person dragged him backwards to the empty room, and once inside freed Duo of their grasp. The pilot whirled around in defense and stood in shock at the person before him.
