Author's Notes:
Arigatou to all the emails I've received on this story! Sorry that it's
still so short. ^.^ It's a bad habit of mine. Gomen! Tell me what you think
okay? I'll try to get the next part out soon.
Disclaimer:
Gundam Wing isn't mine at the moment. I got a bunch of merchandise though,
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************* Duo-chan Chapter 5: Meet the Pilots Author: Inuyasha *************
Heero parked the car in the current safehouse's garage. He turned to the boy and saw the young one openly gaping at the large house with wide violet eyes. "Let's go."
The boy hesitantly opened the car door and stepped out. He followed closely behind Heero as they made their way up to the mansion. The door was opened before they had even knocked.
One of Quatre's servants opened the door, allowing them passage. He leveled an inquisitive glance at the child behind Heero. "What's the kid here for?"
Heero nodded his head toward the boy that had nearly attached himself to his leg. "Where are the others?"
The guard pointed in a vague direction, eyes still trained on the boy in black. "Down the hall, third door on the left."
He walked silently down the elaborate hallway with the child in his footsteps, leaving the servant with many questions to guard his post.
The boy ran to keep up with the long strides of the pilot as they made their way to the door. He looked at the surroundings with hungry eyes, never having seen such luxury even while looking in the windows of the wealthy on L2. The lush red carpet felt soft on his bare feet,definitely better than the concrete littered with broken glass. He glanced up at the Japanese boy above him and wondered if it all belonged to him. He doubted it though. There was something about the pilot that was familiar to the other kids he had seen in the shadows.
The door's of the hallway all had glass doorknobs which sparkled. They halted in front of one oak door and the knob was turned. Inside was a room of extravagant beauty. The boy's attention, however, was drawn to the four pilots inside.
As the soldiers looked up from their books he saw that they each had a certain look ingrained in their faces, subtle but noticeable. Even if he didn't know what it meant, he knew the type of people who wore it. If he were older he would have called it the look fate puts on your face, a life of hardship, battle, loss, of wishing for more but never expecting it. He never knew that he would wear the expression when he was older, or that the slight markings of it marred his face even at such a tender age.
Years of living in the streets had made him cautious of strangers.He couldn't deal with these people. They towered over him, there were too many. He didn't feel particularly threatened, just a vague sense of danger. Could he trust them so easily? Well, he wasn't about to take any chances when his life was at stake. In a movement too fast to been seen by an untrained eye, he sped toward the open window.
Hey! Hey wait!" Quatre called after him.
The boy didn't pause as he jumped out of the window, quickly rolling to the ground on the other side.
Heero made it to the window in time to see the boy disappear into thin air, mingling with the shadows. He barely restrained himself from slamming a fist down on the window ledge in frustration. This surprised him. He didn't know why, but each time where Duo was concerned the boy seemed to get under his skin. He didn't like it.
"He's gone." He stated calmly.
The other pilots had not had time to move, but Quatre spoke for all of them. "Why did you bring a child to our safehouse?" His large blue eyes puzzled.
"That was Duo."
"Explain." The quiet monotone of Trowa said for them all.
Heero shook his head. "Duo's acting oddly. It'd be best to bring him back in. Questions later." The other pilots agreed.
Quatre glanced out the window. The Deathscythe pilot certainly was acting more odd than usual. It seemed as if he didn't even recognize them. There was trouble in the air. What's going on?
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Duo sat high above the ground and leaned his back against the trunk of the old maple tree. He breathed heavily, the climb being more difficult than he imagined. Knees covered in scratches, he scrunched up his face as a strand of chestnut hair tickled his nose. He pushed it back, sniffed, and huddled closer to the trunk.
*Where am I? This can't be L2, but then where can I be?* Indeed there was a stark difference between this unnamed territory and his home of L2. The air wasn't as hot, in fact it was nearly chilly and it smelled different. And where were the run-down buildings? The broken asphalt streets? Instead he was at some rich estate. Lush greenery. Trees... there were hardly any trees on L2.
************ That's all minna! There'll be more soon. ^_^ Tell me what you think? inuyasha@fiberia.com
************* Duo-chan Chapter 5: Meet the Pilots Author: Inuyasha *************
Heero parked the car in the current safehouse's garage. He turned to the boy and saw the young one openly gaping at the large house with wide violet eyes. "Let's go."
The boy hesitantly opened the car door and stepped out. He followed closely behind Heero as they made their way up to the mansion. The door was opened before they had even knocked.
One of Quatre's servants opened the door, allowing them passage. He leveled an inquisitive glance at the child behind Heero. "What's the kid here for?"
Heero nodded his head toward the boy that had nearly attached himself to his leg. "Where are the others?"
The guard pointed in a vague direction, eyes still trained on the boy in black. "Down the hall, third door on the left."
He walked silently down the elaborate hallway with the child in his footsteps, leaving the servant with many questions to guard his post.
The boy ran to keep up with the long strides of the pilot as they made their way to the door. He looked at the surroundings with hungry eyes, never having seen such luxury even while looking in the windows of the wealthy on L2. The lush red carpet felt soft on his bare feet,definitely better than the concrete littered with broken glass. He glanced up at the Japanese boy above him and wondered if it all belonged to him. He doubted it though. There was something about the pilot that was familiar to the other kids he had seen in the shadows.
The door's of the hallway all had glass doorknobs which sparkled. They halted in front of one oak door and the knob was turned. Inside was a room of extravagant beauty. The boy's attention, however, was drawn to the four pilots inside.
As the soldiers looked up from their books he saw that they each had a certain look ingrained in their faces, subtle but noticeable. Even if he didn't know what it meant, he knew the type of people who wore it. If he were older he would have called it the look fate puts on your face, a life of hardship, battle, loss, of wishing for more but never expecting it. He never knew that he would wear the expression when he was older, or that the slight markings of it marred his face even at such a tender age.
Years of living in the streets had made him cautious of strangers.He couldn't deal with these people. They towered over him, there were too many. He didn't feel particularly threatened, just a vague sense of danger. Could he trust them so easily? Well, he wasn't about to take any chances when his life was at stake. In a movement too fast to been seen by an untrained eye, he sped toward the open window.
Hey! Hey wait!" Quatre called after him.
The boy didn't pause as he jumped out of the window, quickly rolling to the ground on the other side.
Heero made it to the window in time to see the boy disappear into thin air, mingling with the shadows. He barely restrained himself from slamming a fist down on the window ledge in frustration. This surprised him. He didn't know why, but each time where Duo was concerned the boy seemed to get under his skin. He didn't like it.
"He's gone." He stated calmly.
The other pilots had not had time to move, but Quatre spoke for all of them. "Why did you bring a child to our safehouse?" His large blue eyes puzzled.
"That was Duo."
"Explain." The quiet monotone of Trowa said for them all.
Heero shook his head. "Duo's acting oddly. It'd be best to bring him back in. Questions later." The other pilots agreed.
Quatre glanced out the window. The Deathscythe pilot certainly was acting more odd than usual. It seemed as if he didn't even recognize them. There was trouble in the air. What's going on?
*******************************
Duo sat high above the ground and leaned his back against the trunk of the old maple tree. He breathed heavily, the climb being more difficult than he imagined. Knees covered in scratches, he scrunched up his face as a strand of chestnut hair tickled his nose. He pushed it back, sniffed, and huddled closer to the trunk.
*Where am I? This can't be L2, but then where can I be?* Indeed there was a stark difference between this unnamed territory and his home of L2. The air wasn't as hot, in fact it was nearly chilly and it smelled different. And where were the run-down buildings? The broken asphalt streets? Instead he was at some rich estate. Lush greenery. Trees... there were hardly any trees on L2.
************ That's all minna! There'll be more soon. ^_^ Tell me what you think? inuyasha@fiberia.com