The sleep-ruffled trio of Trowa, WuFei and Relena stood in the door with
the awkward expressions naturally found on those who burst in on something
they probably shouldn't have. Jerking from the kiss with a gasp for air,
Heero pushed Duo off him in an attempt to grab at his sword, and a startled
yelp was let out from Duo as he landed on the floor with a rough thud for
the second time that evening. There was a sputter from WuFei followed by a
muttered line of Chinese that was most probably best left untranslated as a
nosebleed sprung up, dripping onto the white nightshirt. Relena let out a
squeak of embarrassment and sprinted from the room in the most ladylike
manner she could manage; it was probably best she didn't find out more
about the stranger, specifically the gender.
Only Trowa retained his composure, though the green eyes were narrowed into dangerous slits as he glared at Duo, fingers tightened on his staff. "Your return was sooner than expected."
Duo halted in mid-motion as he tried to untangle his legs and stand. Looking back over his shoulder he regarded Trowa through loose strands of hair, peering at him critically before standing with a snort. "So you arranged that iron-cased coffin, did you?" Hands went to his hips with a shift of his weight and he rolled his eyes. "You know that old trick with burying face-down doesn't work."
Trowa nodded slowly and continued the piercing stare which shifted between Duo and Heero who was currently glaring at the two in a half-stand, face slightly flushed. WuFei had finally regained his dignity and he turned to the two near the bed, barely getting a sound out before he recognized the long-haired boy and his voice died into shocked silence. After a few moments he breathed, "He was dead...I saw it. The sword went completely through him -"
Rubbing his sore bottom, Duo slowly stretched and yawned. "Yeah, but I'm feeling much better now, thanks for asking."
"He was dead long before that," Trowa whispered with a glance to the shocked boy before advancing on Duo carefully to stand a few feet in front of him. "I won't let you have him."
A soft growl rumbled from the back of Duo's throat as his fists clenched. "That's not your decision. He's mine...he's going to save me. He's the one; I need him -"
"But you'll not have him," came the calm reply. Looking down at Heero who was strung like a spring-loaded weapon he shook his head. "Heero, you don't want this."
Hovering on the edge of uncertainty, Heero finally straightened and grumbled, "How do you know what I want? He only wants our help. Isn't that your job?"
Trowa seemed nonplussed at first, then with a shake of his head he sighed. "It is my job to help those deserving; he is a monster. He wants your soul, Heero, or had he not told you that?"
"Th-That's not true!" Duo stammered, his eyes wide as he looked at Heero whose glare had shifted to him. "I swear...that's not true. Please..."
"What, then?"
Duo blinked. "What?"
"What do you need to be 'saved?'" Heero repeated with growing impatience.
Before Duo could reply WuFei stepped forward, flanking the fidgeting figure who eyed him like a cornered wolf. The violet eyes narrowed a hair and Duo stepped back to escape the circle somewhat. "I can't tell you," he whispered.
Heero's hand tightened on the hilt of his sword as he shot a steely glance between the three. He could feel the pounding in his head, the blurred vision heralding the dreams. ~No...they can't come back. They're gone....~ Wavering slightly off-balance Heero grunted, then yelled, swinging his sword back in a violent arc against the wall where it shattered. "TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON!" he screamed, turning back to the three with wild eyes. He could feel his heart slamming against his rib cage so furiously it seemed it would burst; what was going on?! Duo wanted his soul, Trowa somehow knew Duo, and WuFei seemed against Duo so with all that it seemed *he* should be against Duo...but his heart wouldn't let him. Through the scarlet haze he saw Duo stagger and flop down on the bed, teeth clenched; saw him shudder violently; saw him fall still...then that was all he saw, for soon after Heero collapsed as well, crumpling to the floor quietly.
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Ugh. Sorry that was so short, guys. o.O I'll do more better next time! I muchly promise!
Only Trowa retained his composure, though the green eyes were narrowed into dangerous slits as he glared at Duo, fingers tightened on his staff. "Your return was sooner than expected."
Duo halted in mid-motion as he tried to untangle his legs and stand. Looking back over his shoulder he regarded Trowa through loose strands of hair, peering at him critically before standing with a snort. "So you arranged that iron-cased coffin, did you?" Hands went to his hips with a shift of his weight and he rolled his eyes. "You know that old trick with burying face-down doesn't work."
Trowa nodded slowly and continued the piercing stare which shifted between Duo and Heero who was currently glaring at the two in a half-stand, face slightly flushed. WuFei had finally regained his dignity and he turned to the two near the bed, barely getting a sound out before he recognized the long-haired boy and his voice died into shocked silence. After a few moments he breathed, "He was dead...I saw it. The sword went completely through him -"
Rubbing his sore bottom, Duo slowly stretched and yawned. "Yeah, but I'm feeling much better now, thanks for asking."
"He was dead long before that," Trowa whispered with a glance to the shocked boy before advancing on Duo carefully to stand a few feet in front of him. "I won't let you have him."
A soft growl rumbled from the back of Duo's throat as his fists clenched. "That's not your decision. He's mine...he's going to save me. He's the one; I need him -"
"But you'll not have him," came the calm reply. Looking down at Heero who was strung like a spring-loaded weapon he shook his head. "Heero, you don't want this."
Hovering on the edge of uncertainty, Heero finally straightened and grumbled, "How do you know what I want? He only wants our help. Isn't that your job?"
Trowa seemed nonplussed at first, then with a shake of his head he sighed. "It is my job to help those deserving; he is a monster. He wants your soul, Heero, or had he not told you that?"
"Th-That's not true!" Duo stammered, his eyes wide as he looked at Heero whose glare had shifted to him. "I swear...that's not true. Please..."
"What, then?"
Duo blinked. "What?"
"What do you need to be 'saved?'" Heero repeated with growing impatience.
Before Duo could reply WuFei stepped forward, flanking the fidgeting figure who eyed him like a cornered wolf. The violet eyes narrowed a hair and Duo stepped back to escape the circle somewhat. "I can't tell you," he whispered.
Heero's hand tightened on the hilt of his sword as he shot a steely glance between the three. He could feel the pounding in his head, the blurred vision heralding the dreams. ~No...they can't come back. They're gone....~ Wavering slightly off-balance Heero grunted, then yelled, swinging his sword back in a violent arc against the wall where it shattered. "TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON!" he screamed, turning back to the three with wild eyes. He could feel his heart slamming against his rib cage so furiously it seemed it would burst; what was going on?! Duo wanted his soul, Trowa somehow knew Duo, and WuFei seemed against Duo so with all that it seemed *he* should be against Duo...but his heart wouldn't let him. Through the scarlet haze he saw Duo stagger and flop down on the bed, teeth clenched; saw him shudder violently; saw him fall still...then that was all he saw, for soon after Heero collapsed as well, crumpling to the floor quietly.
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Ugh. Sorry that was so short, guys. o.O I'll do more better next time! I muchly promise!