Part 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing.
Warning: Shounen ai, Nasty language, Major AU, some violence and knowing
me lots of fluff.
Description: In a land of great poverty a group of young worriers must
become saviors despite the obstacles they must
overcome in their journey.
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Heero cursed as there was loud banging on the door.
"We know you're in there!" shouted a hoarse voice. "If you know what's good for you you'll come out now before we have to come in there for you."
Heero unsheathed his sword and stood ready for the first attack. 'Did Duo....?'
The beefy fists were beat against the door again, nearly causing the wood to crack. "That's it kid! Were comin' in!" The door was heaved against again and again. Heero knew that the next attack would be the last before in collapsed. He planted his feet firmly to the floor and held his sword out in front of him. This wouldn't be easy, not against a group of trained soldiers.
But the next hit never came. The beating had abruptly stopped and so had the noises of those outside.
He waited a couple minutes but it still didn't continue. With a great deal of misgiving, he made his way towards the door and flung it open. His eyes widened as he saw numerous men laying on the ground, either dead or unconscious. He stepped farther outside and looked around. He gasped as he saw a familiar figure draped in black laying on the ground.
"Duo."
He ran over to the boy and lifted him off the ground. The boy was awfully light, and he could feel his ribs through the thin fabric of his clothes.
Heero set the boy down on the bed in his tiny room, the boy was alive and breathing. Looked more like he'd collapsed from exhaustion than anything else.
After finishing his check over he sat down across the room. He couldn't figure out why Duo was there. There were numerous reasons, but he couldn't decide which one was most like true. Duo could have went to these soldiers and told them his location. He could have come back and found them here so had used his gift.
He pushed dark bangs out of his eyes. This was giving him a headache.
His head jerked up as he heard whimpers coming from Duo's direction. The boy was tossing about in the bed, sweat beading on his forehead. He was mumbling something unintelligible. Heero got to his feet and stepped towards the bed.
Duo bolted up, violet eyes wide and glazed over. "Solo! Oh Solo! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He burst into tears, sobbing into his hands.
Heero stepped over, placing his hand on the others shoulder. Duo's head jerked up and he turned to look up at him, seeing him for the first time. Duo blinked and than flung himself at Heero, startling the boy by the action.
Awkwardly, Heero wrapped his arms around the boys shoulders, trying to give the boy some comfort. He rain his fingers along the chestnut braid as Duo sobbed into his shoulder, wetting the green fabric of his top.
He had absolutely no experience in situations like this. Never once had anyone ever felt they could cry near him or there was someone he felt he could cry near. This was confusing. This boy just showed up and he didn't deal with him as he usually would have. Than when he's in trouble the same boy shows up and saves him. After that he throws himself at someone he barely knows and cries his eyes out. This show of emotion was something he was not at all used to. He had been taught by almost everyone he had ever known that to show ones emotion was a weakness, something an enemy could use against him.
Duo's shoulders eventually ceased shaking and he looked up at Heero, face streaked with tears. "He's dead.," he croaked. "Solo's dead."
"Your friend?"
Duo nodded. "He told me to come here. That he didn't have much longer and that the boy I'd met today was in danger. I blasted the dudes with an energy ball and than collapsed. He died while I was sleeping. But I felt it." He dashed at the tears that threatened to escape. "I've always been able to do that. Solo's been like a brother to me."
Heero nodded. "It's part of your magic. You form a deep bound with someone and you develop a mind-to-mind bond. Even if the other person isn't gifted."
"You know a lot about this for a person who's not a mage," the boy commented offhandedly.
Heero shrugged. "It's best to know all of your enemies strengths and weaknesses. I could come up against a mage someday. Knowledge is an advantage."
"If you ever came up against a good mage you'd be dead," Duo snorted. "Forget 'knowledge is and advantage'. It all depends on the power of your opponent.. If you ain't nearly as powerful than you ain't gotta chance in hell of surviving."
He glared at the boy. He had been against impossible odds before and come out victorious. An intire army was after him and he was still standing. Not to mention he *wasn't* a mage. "Hn" was all he said. Than he retraced his thoughts. 'An entire arm...?' They knew where he was! "I need to leave this place. They know where I am and the WILL be back."
Duo's eyes widened. "I don't think I could handle another group that big. Too much has happened in such a short time." He looked down at the floor, blinking away tears once again. "Can I come with you," he looked back up, violet eyes wide and pleading. "I don't have no where else to go. Solo told me that I should go to you. Now there's nothin' for me to go."
Heero clenched his eyes shut before nodding his head. If someone had have told him he'd be getting a tag-a-long that morning he'd have called them crazy. Heero was a loner. He scared people away with his glare alone. Than comes along this beautiful boy and he was no longer alone with his problems.
Without a word he pivoted on his heal and gathered his few meager belongings. He turned back to see Duo waiting patiently at the door.
"Do you have anything you have to get before we leave?" he asked.
Duo lifted his hands out from his sides, gesturing to his clothes. "This is all I got." Than he pulled a silver dagger out of his pocket. "'sides this."
He nodded firmly and strode towards the door, pulling Duo with him as he exited the room. "We'll have to be quick. We don't want people to see us."
"Taken care of!" Duo called as he nearly tripped. Heero had a grip on his wrist and seemed to be moving faster than possible. "If I don't want to be seen, I won't be. I just gotta us my power on you and it'll work the same."
"Oh." Heero slowed but didn't let go of the boys wrist. For some strange reason the sensation of touching another person was comforting. He hadn't really touched a person since his mother had died. His father had never encouraged it.
'Ah, well, I'm in for a hell of i ride,' he thought with a sigh.
TBC....
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Shade: Done another chapter. Strange. I have harder courses this term,
yet I seem to have my homework done a lot earlier. Anyway. I'll have the
next chapter up soon. The others should be entering the picture soon. I
have no idea where this is gonna end up. It's just kinda writin' itself.
Thanks to everyone who's reviewed. You renew my self-confidence.