Standard Disclaimers apply: I don't own Gundam ~sigh~ wish I did... *cries really loudly* I love those
boys!!!
Parings: 1x2 3x4 5x?
Romance and Angst (gomen)
Please ignore my bad spelling and non-excitant grammar
Author's Notes: Ok chapter 8 ^_^ I'm sooooooo good! This isn't really anything big in this chap just
something to keep the story going. For a quick recap, Duo an assassin showed up on Heero's door
step. The two already knew each other from early on in their lives. Fun ne? Duo's gonna be ok and live
yeah!
So now just thank my reviewers. Jordon, thanks for the review ^_^ lora-helen still here??
Man alive I thought you'd have decided to aboadon- *lemon to the head* sorry T! Bladefire aren't I
bad _^ ohhh I'm bad. AngelofDeath, I think this baby will be possibly 12 chapters! Oh man... The
Lone Writer, hehehehe love your name, thanks for the encouragement! DuoandHeeroluver, hey you
know I think this is a conspiracy... mmmm.. Rabid Attack Goat, thanks for the death threat I get a lot of
those ^_^ Balldandy ok now I know there's a conspiracy... Kyra, *author in Sherlock Holmes cap,
with bubble pipe* we shall meet this new assassin in due time my dear. WingZero, oh no not you too!
_ crazy people YOUR CORRUPTING MY NEW REVIEWERS! *smacked several times with
stick* sorry T @_@ fic now...
" Bicky: Your drooling..
Dee: That's not good..."
- FAKE
Dedicated to a good friend who lives on the other side of the world... Love ya always Cas...
Angel With Metal Wings
Code Name 08 - Mirror Reflected
Heero rushed to reach the elevator in time. He'd been chatting with the doctor, and apparently Duo
could go home. Heero had been a little skeptical, after all Duo had hardly been here a day, and already
the doctors wanted him out. The surgeon assured him though, that as long as Duo took it easy and kept
himself quite he had nothing to worry about.
Stepping off the elevator on the correct floor, Heero's pace quickened. He had done a little shopping.
He wanted to purpose to Duo. He loved Duo with all his heart, but he wanted to show that to the
world. So nestled in a black velvet box deep inside his coat pocket, was a beautiful gold engament
band. Simple in design it held a amyathsis and toruqoise stone, a symbol of love. On the inside of the
band was there names Heero*Duo, a promise kept.
Stopping in front of Duo's room, Heero gathered his courage. In spite of everything he was still
afraid of rejection. Taking a deep breath Heero pushed open the door. Duo sat up in bed, pale and
fragile looking his normally bland face lightened considerably. Heero sat down near Duo on the hospital
coat. "Duo would you like to go home?" Duo nodded, he'd had enough of hospitals in his relatively
short life. Heero leaned forward to place a chaste kiss on Duo's lips, any thing more and he'd lose
control.
Heero, grabbed his own cloths from his overnight bag and helped Duo to dress. The bandaged swathed
arms clumsy and slow. Duo had temporally lost use of his fingers and hands. Heero pulled a grey sweat
shirt over Duo's bare torso, in the broad daylight Duo's scars were more noticeable. Heero thought of
all the pain that had earned him those scars. It was his fault. Heero tenderly helped Duo into a pair of
his jeans. The clothes made Duo look like a kid. Heero's much larger frame filled out the clothes nicely,
but Duo's slight frame made the cloths all that much bigger.
Dressed and ready to go Heero gathered Duo in his arms, to hell with the wheel chair. Heero was once
again astounded by the lightness of his lover. Duo snuggled closer to Heero, for warmth and comfort.
He still had trouble believing that Heero loved him. It was a gift more precious then all the money, or
jewels in the world, and he prayed to Shigimi that this would never end.
Making his way out of the hospital, Heero carried a now sleeping Duo to his borrowed car. Setting
Duo in the passenger seat, Heero climbed in the driver side and headed for the freeway. Taking time to
look over to the sleeping assassin, Heero once more felt guilt, arms swathed in bandages stalk white
against his already pale skin. Heero concentrated on the rode as his love sleep blissfully in the opposite
seat. Smiling slightly Heero took his time getting to Quatre's.
Heero didn't want to take Duo to his house just yet. The carpet, washroom, door and hallway all had
to be repainted. Blood was hard to get out. He also believed that it'd be a good idea to have Duo
closer to other people. He had decided last night before drifting off to sleep that Heero would bring
Duo out of his shell. He wanted to see those violet eyes light up with laughter, seem them darken in
angry. Hell he wanted to be angry with him, he wanted Duo to yell and swear. Somehow though Heero
knew Duo would never do that, not to himself.
Half-hour later Heero parked the small red sporty car outside Quatre's massive mansion. It seemed so
long ago now, the party, that night... shaking off his dark thoughts Heero walked to the passenger side
to retrieve his sleeping angel. Duo barley stirred as Heero lifted him once more into his strong arms.
Walking easily to the front doors, Heero smiled as Rashid opened the entrance, bowing them inside.
Quatre walked into the hall, eyes alight and a soft smile in place. Those calm pale blue eyes rested on
the figure in Heero arms, smiling a little wider Quatre pointed upstairs and winked. Heero smiled in
return, not pausing Heero started up the stairs, turning left at the top of the massive flight. Entering the
room himself and Duo had occupied hardly a day ago.
Setting his burden down, Heero stripped the lithe figure of his shoes, socks, and jeans. Pulling back the
covers Heero tucked Duo into the satin sheets. Bending to kiss that pale forehead Heero met violet
eyes. "Arighrto...Heero", Heero smiled, "Sleep love, you need rest". Rising he turned to the door,
"Heero, were are you going?" hearing that plaintive tone in his lovers voice Heero returned to the bed
to reassured the small man. "I'm going down to talk to Quatre and Trowa, then I'll be back... it's a
promise". Heero gently caressed Duo's cheek marvelling at the smoothness of his skin. Duo nodded
solemnly, leaning into the gentle caress. Heero stood once more to depart, this time Duo in a deep
sleep didn't question him. Looking longingly at the tiny figure in bed, Heero stepped into the hall.
Shutting the door quietly he went in search of a certain blond and brunette.
Heero found the love birds snuggled together in the large living room. As Heero entered the room, and
the other two looked up at him. Seeing the sorrow on Quatre's innocent face, Heero was immediately
on the alert. "Heero..." he said softly, silent tears on his cheeks. Heero nodded and moved closer.
Handing him a slip of paper Quatre whispered, "I just found it." The paper was old and yellowing,
rolled up and tied together with a black ribbon it looked like a death certificate. Heero smiled what a
damned twisted analogy. Opening the document carefully Heero scanned the words written on the
page. An icy hand gripping at his heart....
When day meets night...
When light fights dark...
When the fates collide.
When the one that loves dark,
Loves the one who holds light.
The ultimate act of sacrifice will be at.
Love will bring back the warrior.
Transcended through time.
Through all...
Can light withstand the death of dark?
Heero wasn't sure, but it seemed as though the day got darker. The room temperature dropped,
leaving an icy chill in it's wake. Looking at Quatre still clinging to his lover like a lifeline, Heero silently
pleaded with his eyes. Quatre nodded sadly, "That is the prophecy that came with the sword. The
destiny of the blade". Heero sat heavily in the nearest chair as his knees gave out. Why did these words
bother him so much? Heero buried his head in his hands, dropping the paper to the floor.
"Tell us..." that soft voice belonged to Trowa. The normally silent boy looked at his friend in
understanding. Unwilling, yet unable to stop himself the story came pouring fourth. They way he found
Duo, the words Relena and himself exchanged. The training video's, the sadness, the pain, and finally
an understanding. Heero found himself telling his best friends of his feelings, his intentions, and a
promise made 15 years ago by two five year old boys. Finished Heero looked up from where he'd
been avidly staring at the carpeted floor.
Sensing his need to be alone, Quatre and Trowa left in silence. Heero sat, thinking. The last few days
had turned his life around 360 degrees. Without Duo he would have never learn the true meaning of
love. Nor would he have ever remembered that time so long ago. Lost in thought, Heero didn't realize
the sun had set. Well it had been a long day... standing to stretch out his muscles he walked to the door
and up the stairs to his and Duo's room.
Steps and heart rate picked up with the anticipation of seeing his sweetheart. Quietly entering the room,
Heero went about getting ready for bed. Soon he too stripped down to his boxers and climbed in with
his koi. Before Heero could gather the fragile creature beside him in his arms, Duo rolled almost on top
of him. Smiling Heero wrapped his arms around Duo's narrow waist, burying his hands in that mane of
chestnut gold. Holding the smaller man tightly Heero, whispered words of love against his koi's ear.
Deep in the realm of dreams Duo smiled, feeling loved.
All to soon though, Heero succumbed to the night. Yawning widely, he thanked the heavens that he
was here with his beloved, alive and well. "Ai shiteru Duo..." he murmured sleepily as Duo shifted
closer, if at all possible.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Well, well Damon not up to your usual standard are we?" Damon merely shrugged and continued to
ignore the other's prescience. The other occupant of the tiny apartment was not happy, "Dammit I hired
you to kill Heero Yuy and so far all you've succeed in doing is pushing an assassin closer to him".
Damon closed his eye's smiling softly, " There will be no fun, if Duo can't fight..." he whispered.
Yes he would once more fight with Duo. He had learned his lessons well after all. Years of practice and
pain to prepare for this match. It all came down to them now. Yes, he'd been hired to kill Heero Yuy,
but he had not foreseen Duo in the mix. It added to the flavour though. The adrenalin high of the hunt.
He would get closer, and closer to the poor bastard. Then oh god! Then he would make him scream.
The blinding ecstacey that came from sinking your sword deep into anther's flesh.
Damon barley suppressed a giggle, he could almost taste the unique flavour of death. He would first
force Heero to watch himself take Duo. He would allow Heero the honour of seeing his so called
'angel' sullied by himself. Then once his lust was satisfied he'd force Duo to watch as he slit Heero's
throat. He could fell that warm blood seeping over his hands. Dripping on the floor, forming a beautiful
ruby red puddle.
Golden hair was tossed in the wind as Damon lost in thought stared out the open window. "Are you
listing to me?!" Damon slowly turned towards the voice. Amber eyes flashed in the night. Fingering the
scar that ran from the corner of his eye to the edge of his mouth. Yes, he would have his revenge soon
now. Duo was waiting for him, he wouldn't disappoint. After all assassin 08 was a force to be
reckoned with...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Duo sat up in bed stretching carefully, so as not to tare his stiches. It had been almost four days since
he'd come to the mansion with Heero. Four days of heaven... Heero had pampered him to an extreme,
dressings him, feeding him, even carrying him places so he wouldn't tire himself out. Duo was feeling
much better and he could look after himself, he just didn't want this to end. He loved the attention, for
the first time someone wanted him. Not for hire, not as a tool, as himself. For his soul alone.
The bedroom door opened softly, as a pair of blue eyes peeked around the corner. Duo, who had been
stiffening ready for an attack relaxed as Heero stepped in smiling cheerfully. "How are you today Duo-
koi?" Duo blushed and looked down at the bed spread. He would never get used to being called lover.
He loved all this attention, but he was not used to being idle. He was restless and wanted to do more.
Also much to cringe, he found himself thinking about the other night. The intimate moments they shared,
the pure pleasure. He was much to shy to start anything, but damn the memory ate away at him.
Heero kept up the never ending stream of chatter as he hovered over Duo making sure he ate
everything on his plate. Duo tried, he always did, but being starved for years was not an easy habit to
break. "Duo, I think we need to go shopping today". Heero had been eyeing the baggy shirt and too
large boxers on Duo's light frame. Unfortunately Duo only had one outfit with him, so when that had
been ruined with blood, Heero had given him his own clothing. Although it made Duo look to be about
ten years old.
"That's what we'll do, we'll go shopping". Duo looked up at Hero wide pilot eyes that took up most of
that adorable face were wide with trust and love. Heero smiled, walking over to the large walk in closet
he pulled out a pair of faded jeans, black tank top and a grey hooded sweat shirt. Grabbing a pair of
socks and boxers from the chest of drawers on his way by Heero dumped the lot near Duo on the bed.
"Ok, honey I'm going to take this tray down stairs, and when I get back we'll go. See if some of the
feeling had returned to your hands". Heero picked up the tray and headed to the hall.
Duo stood up and slowly got dressed. Changing his navy boxers for anther pair of navy Heero boxers
Heero pulled on the jeans. They didn't fit well. The material hung down in the back exposing his
boxers, making the pants even more baggy. Frowning, he tugged the pants higher, only to have them fall
again, it was a battle he wouldn't win. He had a hard time with the button in the front. His stupid fingers
wouldn't cooperate. Even though in the last few days he'd regained mush of their use, he still wasn't as
dextaritus as he had been.
Next he pulled on the black tank. The hem went past his waist almost to his knees. Sighing Duo pulled
on the sweat shirt. Fortunately it was also too big, so it covered the boxers that were exposed by the
jeans. Finally Duo adjusted his braid, making sue his plait was straight. Critically he looked at himself in
the mirror, his cloths to baggy, his hair to long... at least you couldn't see a lot of the bandages. The
white gauze that Heero changed for him every morning reached from his elbows to the bottom of his
fingers. The white semi-transparent material exposed only his fingers and thumbs.
Heero entered the room in time to see Duo staring at himself in the mirror. Mirror reflected... He
thought. Duo looked like one of Quatre's many teen-age nephews that seemed to ware there pants too
low. He knew Duo wasn't doing it intentionally, but he looked like a teen. Comming up behind his angel
Heero wrapped his arms around the small figure from behind. Duo had seen him approach in the
mirror, so when those strong arms pulled him close he sighed and leaned into the embrace.
Heero kissed the top of Duo's head and murmured in his ear, "You look good enough to eat". Duo
frowned at the mirror, he was afraid he'd lose his pants. Chuckling Heero laced their fingers together
pulling Duo gently to the door. "Quatre and Trowa are coming with us ok? They said they had an
announcement to tell us". Duo nodded, "That would be fine" he said softly. Heero grinned from ear to
ear. The mask was slipping... Trowa was waiting with Quatre at the bottom of the stairs. Duo took his
time going down partially from his injury and partly from his pants.
"Were is Julia?" Duo asked in that musical voice, once he had reached the bottom of the flight. Quatre
smiled, "One of my sisters is taking care of her today". Duo nodded and tried to smile. Heero saw the
attempt and raised his beloveds hand to his mouth. Planting kisses on each of his knuckles. Duo
blushed, Quatre smiled and groped for Trowa's hand. Trowa smiled softly. Ready to go, the two
couples made there way out to Quatre's waiting limo. Stopping at the door Heero handed Duo a pair
of Airwalk skate-boarder shoes. "Gomen love, but this is the only pair I think would fit you.." Duo
smiled and slipped them on, outfit now complete. Two sizes too big but he'd never tell
Heero felt the solid weight of the ring in his pocket. He still hadn't gotten up the courage to ask Duo to
marry him, but today he would, He would sweep Duo off his feet. Yes today was for them, he would
teach Duo how to live... looking at the pale visage of his lover Heero felt a surge of protectiveness
toward the small man. He lived for Duo, his love. Smiling he pulled Duo close to his side in leather
interior of the car. Duo rested his head on Heero's strong shoulder relaxing into the embrace. Heero
absently stroked his cheek as he watched the scenery go by, thinking of what he would say to Duo.
Unbeknownst to the two, Trowa and Quatre were watching them. Both men saw the undying love
there. Quatre hoped that Heero wouldn't wait. He had a bad feeling, that something was going to
happen and soon. That prophecy of the sword had left him rattled. Three days, and he still shivered
when he thought about it. All he knew was that across from them in his limo was two men so very
different and yet similar at the same time. Two destines entwined. How would their love survive. It's
the mirror reflected... one is the opposite to the other...
TBC..
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wilson: Well....
All: Cricket, cricket...
Wilson: Come on guys!
Katie: That's it?
Jay: What was it?
Wilson: *throwing up arms in defeat* Darn you people you wouldn't know good writing if it came up
and bit you in the as- *smack*
T: * has large stack with rock tied to it* Finish that sentence and Omae a Kurso..
D: * sleeping with empty popcorn bag*
Casey: You had better write more _
Cas: Yeah after that it's like...
Wilson: Come on guys I need to keep the plot going... @_@
T: *waring sunglasses, toting stick and holding a lemon* I wanna join this club out to kill you...
Wilson: ...
Katie: Yeah that's what I thought!
Jay: Honestly your sooooo noisy!
Wilson: ... review please *smack with lemon* have goal *smacked with stick* want 50 reviews my
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T: ^_^ life is good...
boys!!!
Parings: 1x2 3x4 5x?
Romance and Angst (gomen)
Please ignore my bad spelling and non-excitant grammar
Author's Notes: Ok chapter 8 ^_^ I'm sooooooo good! This isn't really anything big in this chap just
something to keep the story going. For a quick recap, Duo an assassin showed up on Heero's door
step. The two already knew each other from early on in their lives. Fun ne? Duo's gonna be ok and live
yeah!
So now just thank my reviewers. Jordon, thanks for the review ^_^ lora-helen still here??
Man alive I thought you'd have decided to aboadon- *lemon to the head* sorry T! Bladefire aren't I
bad _^ ohhh I'm bad. AngelofDeath, I think this baby will be possibly 12 chapters! Oh man... The
Lone Writer, hehehehe love your name, thanks for the encouragement! DuoandHeeroluver, hey you
know I think this is a conspiracy... mmmm.. Rabid Attack Goat, thanks for the death threat I get a lot of
those ^_^ Balldandy ok now I know there's a conspiracy... Kyra, *author in Sherlock Holmes cap,
with bubble pipe* we shall meet this new assassin in due time my dear. WingZero, oh no not you too!
_ crazy people YOUR CORRUPTING MY NEW REVIEWERS! *smacked several times with
stick* sorry T @_@ fic now...
" Bicky: Your drooling..
Dee: That's not good..."
- FAKE
Dedicated to a good friend who lives on the other side of the world... Love ya always Cas...
Angel With Metal Wings
Code Name 08 - Mirror Reflected
Heero rushed to reach the elevator in time. He'd been chatting with the doctor, and apparently Duo
could go home. Heero had been a little skeptical, after all Duo had hardly been here a day, and already
the doctors wanted him out. The surgeon assured him though, that as long as Duo took it easy and kept
himself quite he had nothing to worry about.
Stepping off the elevator on the correct floor, Heero's pace quickened. He had done a little shopping.
He wanted to purpose to Duo. He loved Duo with all his heart, but he wanted to show that to the
world. So nestled in a black velvet box deep inside his coat pocket, was a beautiful gold engament
band. Simple in design it held a amyathsis and toruqoise stone, a symbol of love. On the inside of the
band was there names Heero*Duo, a promise kept.
Stopping in front of Duo's room, Heero gathered his courage. In spite of everything he was still
afraid of rejection. Taking a deep breath Heero pushed open the door. Duo sat up in bed, pale and
fragile looking his normally bland face lightened considerably. Heero sat down near Duo on the hospital
coat. "Duo would you like to go home?" Duo nodded, he'd had enough of hospitals in his relatively
short life. Heero leaned forward to place a chaste kiss on Duo's lips, any thing more and he'd lose
control.
Heero, grabbed his own cloths from his overnight bag and helped Duo to dress. The bandaged swathed
arms clumsy and slow. Duo had temporally lost use of his fingers and hands. Heero pulled a grey sweat
shirt over Duo's bare torso, in the broad daylight Duo's scars were more noticeable. Heero thought of
all the pain that had earned him those scars. It was his fault. Heero tenderly helped Duo into a pair of
his jeans. The clothes made Duo look like a kid. Heero's much larger frame filled out the clothes nicely,
but Duo's slight frame made the cloths all that much bigger.
Dressed and ready to go Heero gathered Duo in his arms, to hell with the wheel chair. Heero was once
again astounded by the lightness of his lover. Duo snuggled closer to Heero, for warmth and comfort.
He still had trouble believing that Heero loved him. It was a gift more precious then all the money, or
jewels in the world, and he prayed to Shigimi that this would never end.
Making his way out of the hospital, Heero carried a now sleeping Duo to his borrowed car. Setting
Duo in the passenger seat, Heero climbed in the driver side and headed for the freeway. Taking time to
look over to the sleeping assassin, Heero once more felt guilt, arms swathed in bandages stalk white
against his already pale skin. Heero concentrated on the rode as his love sleep blissfully in the opposite
seat. Smiling slightly Heero took his time getting to Quatre's.
Heero didn't want to take Duo to his house just yet. The carpet, washroom, door and hallway all had
to be repainted. Blood was hard to get out. He also believed that it'd be a good idea to have Duo
closer to other people. He had decided last night before drifting off to sleep that Heero would bring
Duo out of his shell. He wanted to see those violet eyes light up with laughter, seem them darken in
angry. Hell he wanted to be angry with him, he wanted Duo to yell and swear. Somehow though Heero
knew Duo would never do that, not to himself.
Half-hour later Heero parked the small red sporty car outside Quatre's massive mansion. It seemed so
long ago now, the party, that night... shaking off his dark thoughts Heero walked to the passenger side
to retrieve his sleeping angel. Duo barley stirred as Heero lifted him once more into his strong arms.
Walking easily to the front doors, Heero smiled as Rashid opened the entrance, bowing them inside.
Quatre walked into the hall, eyes alight and a soft smile in place. Those calm pale blue eyes rested on
the figure in Heero arms, smiling a little wider Quatre pointed upstairs and winked. Heero smiled in
return, not pausing Heero started up the stairs, turning left at the top of the massive flight. Entering the
room himself and Duo had occupied hardly a day ago.
Setting his burden down, Heero stripped the lithe figure of his shoes, socks, and jeans. Pulling back the
covers Heero tucked Duo into the satin sheets. Bending to kiss that pale forehead Heero met violet
eyes. "Arighrto...Heero", Heero smiled, "Sleep love, you need rest". Rising he turned to the door,
"Heero, were are you going?" hearing that plaintive tone in his lovers voice Heero returned to the bed
to reassured the small man. "I'm going down to talk to Quatre and Trowa, then I'll be back... it's a
promise". Heero gently caressed Duo's cheek marvelling at the smoothness of his skin. Duo nodded
solemnly, leaning into the gentle caress. Heero stood once more to depart, this time Duo in a deep
sleep didn't question him. Looking longingly at the tiny figure in bed, Heero stepped into the hall.
Shutting the door quietly he went in search of a certain blond and brunette.
Heero found the love birds snuggled together in the large living room. As Heero entered the room, and
the other two looked up at him. Seeing the sorrow on Quatre's innocent face, Heero was immediately
on the alert. "Heero..." he said softly, silent tears on his cheeks. Heero nodded and moved closer.
Handing him a slip of paper Quatre whispered, "I just found it." The paper was old and yellowing,
rolled up and tied together with a black ribbon it looked like a death certificate. Heero smiled what a
damned twisted analogy. Opening the document carefully Heero scanned the words written on the
page. An icy hand gripping at his heart....
When day meets night...
When light fights dark...
When the fates collide.
When the one that loves dark,
Loves the one who holds light.
The ultimate act of sacrifice will be at.
Love will bring back the warrior.
Transcended through time.
Through all...
Can light withstand the death of dark?
Heero wasn't sure, but it seemed as though the day got darker. The room temperature dropped,
leaving an icy chill in it's wake. Looking at Quatre still clinging to his lover like a lifeline, Heero silently
pleaded with his eyes. Quatre nodded sadly, "That is the prophecy that came with the sword. The
destiny of the blade". Heero sat heavily in the nearest chair as his knees gave out. Why did these words
bother him so much? Heero buried his head in his hands, dropping the paper to the floor.
"Tell us..." that soft voice belonged to Trowa. The normally silent boy looked at his friend in
understanding. Unwilling, yet unable to stop himself the story came pouring fourth. They way he found
Duo, the words Relena and himself exchanged. The training video's, the sadness, the pain, and finally
an understanding. Heero found himself telling his best friends of his feelings, his intentions, and a
promise made 15 years ago by two five year old boys. Finished Heero looked up from where he'd
been avidly staring at the carpeted floor.
Sensing his need to be alone, Quatre and Trowa left in silence. Heero sat, thinking. The last few days
had turned his life around 360 degrees. Without Duo he would have never learn the true meaning of
love. Nor would he have ever remembered that time so long ago. Lost in thought, Heero didn't realize
the sun had set. Well it had been a long day... standing to stretch out his muscles he walked to the door
and up the stairs to his and Duo's room.
Steps and heart rate picked up with the anticipation of seeing his sweetheart. Quietly entering the room,
Heero went about getting ready for bed. Soon he too stripped down to his boxers and climbed in with
his koi. Before Heero could gather the fragile creature beside him in his arms, Duo rolled almost on top
of him. Smiling Heero wrapped his arms around Duo's narrow waist, burying his hands in that mane of
chestnut gold. Holding the smaller man tightly Heero, whispered words of love against his koi's ear.
Deep in the realm of dreams Duo smiled, feeling loved.
All to soon though, Heero succumbed to the night. Yawning widely, he thanked the heavens that he
was here with his beloved, alive and well. "Ai shiteru Duo..." he murmured sleepily as Duo shifted
closer, if at all possible.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Well, well Damon not up to your usual standard are we?" Damon merely shrugged and continued to
ignore the other's prescience. The other occupant of the tiny apartment was not happy, "Dammit I hired
you to kill Heero Yuy and so far all you've succeed in doing is pushing an assassin closer to him".
Damon closed his eye's smiling softly, " There will be no fun, if Duo can't fight..." he whispered.
Yes he would once more fight with Duo. He had learned his lessons well after all. Years of practice and
pain to prepare for this match. It all came down to them now. Yes, he'd been hired to kill Heero Yuy,
but he had not foreseen Duo in the mix. It added to the flavour though. The adrenalin high of the hunt.
He would get closer, and closer to the poor bastard. Then oh god! Then he would make him scream.
The blinding ecstacey that came from sinking your sword deep into anther's flesh.
Damon barley suppressed a giggle, he could almost taste the unique flavour of death. He would first
force Heero to watch himself take Duo. He would allow Heero the honour of seeing his so called
'angel' sullied by himself. Then once his lust was satisfied he'd force Duo to watch as he slit Heero's
throat. He could fell that warm blood seeping over his hands. Dripping on the floor, forming a beautiful
ruby red puddle.
Golden hair was tossed in the wind as Damon lost in thought stared out the open window. "Are you
listing to me?!" Damon slowly turned towards the voice. Amber eyes flashed in the night. Fingering the
scar that ran from the corner of his eye to the edge of his mouth. Yes, he would have his revenge soon
now. Duo was waiting for him, he wouldn't disappoint. After all assassin 08 was a force to be
reckoned with...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Duo sat up in bed stretching carefully, so as not to tare his stiches. It had been almost four days since
he'd come to the mansion with Heero. Four days of heaven... Heero had pampered him to an extreme,
dressings him, feeding him, even carrying him places so he wouldn't tire himself out. Duo was feeling
much better and he could look after himself, he just didn't want this to end. He loved the attention, for
the first time someone wanted him. Not for hire, not as a tool, as himself. For his soul alone.
The bedroom door opened softly, as a pair of blue eyes peeked around the corner. Duo, who had been
stiffening ready for an attack relaxed as Heero stepped in smiling cheerfully. "How are you today Duo-
koi?" Duo blushed and looked down at the bed spread. He would never get used to being called lover.
He loved all this attention, but he was not used to being idle. He was restless and wanted to do more.
Also much to cringe, he found himself thinking about the other night. The intimate moments they shared,
the pure pleasure. He was much to shy to start anything, but damn the memory ate away at him.
Heero kept up the never ending stream of chatter as he hovered over Duo making sure he ate
everything on his plate. Duo tried, he always did, but being starved for years was not an easy habit to
break. "Duo, I think we need to go shopping today". Heero had been eyeing the baggy shirt and too
large boxers on Duo's light frame. Unfortunately Duo only had one outfit with him, so when that had
been ruined with blood, Heero had given him his own clothing. Although it made Duo look to be about
ten years old.
"That's what we'll do, we'll go shopping". Duo looked up at Hero wide pilot eyes that took up most of
that adorable face were wide with trust and love. Heero smiled, walking over to the large walk in closet
he pulled out a pair of faded jeans, black tank top and a grey hooded sweat shirt. Grabbing a pair of
socks and boxers from the chest of drawers on his way by Heero dumped the lot near Duo on the bed.
"Ok, honey I'm going to take this tray down stairs, and when I get back we'll go. See if some of the
feeling had returned to your hands". Heero picked up the tray and headed to the hall.
Duo stood up and slowly got dressed. Changing his navy boxers for anther pair of navy Heero boxers
Heero pulled on the jeans. They didn't fit well. The material hung down in the back exposing his
boxers, making the pants even more baggy. Frowning, he tugged the pants higher, only to have them fall
again, it was a battle he wouldn't win. He had a hard time with the button in the front. His stupid fingers
wouldn't cooperate. Even though in the last few days he'd regained mush of their use, he still wasn't as
dextaritus as he had been.
Next he pulled on the black tank. The hem went past his waist almost to his knees. Sighing Duo pulled
on the sweat shirt. Fortunately it was also too big, so it covered the boxers that were exposed by the
jeans. Finally Duo adjusted his braid, making sue his plait was straight. Critically he looked at himself in
the mirror, his cloths to baggy, his hair to long... at least you couldn't see a lot of the bandages. The
white gauze that Heero changed for him every morning reached from his elbows to the bottom of his
fingers. The white semi-transparent material exposed only his fingers and thumbs.
Heero entered the room in time to see Duo staring at himself in the mirror. Mirror reflected... He
thought. Duo looked like one of Quatre's many teen-age nephews that seemed to ware there pants too
low. He knew Duo wasn't doing it intentionally, but he looked like a teen. Comming up behind his angel
Heero wrapped his arms around the small figure from behind. Duo had seen him approach in the
mirror, so when those strong arms pulled him close he sighed and leaned into the embrace.
Heero kissed the top of Duo's head and murmured in his ear, "You look good enough to eat". Duo
frowned at the mirror, he was afraid he'd lose his pants. Chuckling Heero laced their fingers together
pulling Duo gently to the door. "Quatre and Trowa are coming with us ok? They said they had an
announcement to tell us". Duo nodded, "That would be fine" he said softly. Heero grinned from ear to
ear. The mask was slipping... Trowa was waiting with Quatre at the bottom of the stairs. Duo took his
time going down partially from his injury and partly from his pants.
"Were is Julia?" Duo asked in that musical voice, once he had reached the bottom of the flight. Quatre
smiled, "One of my sisters is taking care of her today". Duo nodded and tried to smile. Heero saw the
attempt and raised his beloveds hand to his mouth. Planting kisses on each of his knuckles. Duo
blushed, Quatre smiled and groped for Trowa's hand. Trowa smiled softly. Ready to go, the two
couples made there way out to Quatre's waiting limo. Stopping at the door Heero handed Duo a pair
of Airwalk skate-boarder shoes. "Gomen love, but this is the only pair I think would fit you.." Duo
smiled and slipped them on, outfit now complete. Two sizes too big but he'd never tell
Heero felt the solid weight of the ring in his pocket. He still hadn't gotten up the courage to ask Duo to
marry him, but today he would, He would sweep Duo off his feet. Yes today was for them, he would
teach Duo how to live... looking at the pale visage of his lover Heero felt a surge of protectiveness
toward the small man. He lived for Duo, his love. Smiling he pulled Duo close to his side in leather
interior of the car. Duo rested his head on Heero's strong shoulder relaxing into the embrace. Heero
absently stroked his cheek as he watched the scenery go by, thinking of what he would say to Duo.
Unbeknownst to the two, Trowa and Quatre were watching them. Both men saw the undying love
there. Quatre hoped that Heero wouldn't wait. He had a bad feeling, that something was going to
happen and soon. That prophecy of the sword had left him rattled. Three days, and he still shivered
when he thought about it. All he knew was that across from them in his limo was two men so very
different and yet similar at the same time. Two destines entwined. How would their love survive. It's
the mirror reflected... one is the opposite to the other...
TBC..
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