Warnings: Yaoi, NCS and violence later on
Pairings: 1x2, 2x5, 1x5(NCS)
Summary: After the war, Duo and Wufei are living a peaceful life together. However, when Heero returns, things change...
A/N: This is the second fic I started writing, so I have an excuse. This is my first fight scene, ever, and it's really bad. But I'm new at this, so excuse, but still an apology. I'm very sorry, for I have no clue what I'm talking about. That's why it's very, very short. Anyway, I hope it doesn't take too much away from the story. I tried.
Things Change
by Amyeyl
Chapter 5
I continue to lie still as I slowly regain consciousness, listening intently for any signs that he may be nearby. I don't hear anything, so I open my eyes to look around. A bright light fills my vision and I'm forced to close them quickly or go blind. I try to lift my arm to shield them further but it hurts. It hurts so much to just lift it a few inches from whatever surface I'm laying on.
A slight shift confirms that nothing is broken, at least in my arm. I'm having trouble feeling anything other than the pain radiating from it. Letting it drop back to my side, I sigh in frustration. Even if I could lift it more than those few inches, the shackle around my wrist with the attached chain wouldn't let me.
"Duo?" if he's in here, I wouldn't be able to see him. There's no response. He's not here... or he's unconscious.
"You're awake, I'm glad. How're you feeling?" Heero. I didn't hear him come in. I turn my head in a hopeless attempt to find out where he is. His voice seemed to come from everywhere at once. He laughed then, a rich sound which was very out of place. "You won't find me that way, 05. May I call you Wufei?"
"No." My answer causes him to laugh again.
"I made a good choice in you."
"A good choice in me for what?!"
"You'll see." After this the room falls silent. I don't hear any footsteps leave or a door close. Nothing. When there is no sound after what I'd estimate to be ten minutes, I begin to wonder if I'm alone.
"Heero?" I call out and wait. No answer. Did he really leave? A better question, perhaps, is was he ever really here? Even Heero's not good enough to come and go completely undetected when someone knows what to listen for. Perhaps he was watching me from somewhere else. It would explain the strange way his voice sounded.
I try to move again, my other arm this time, but I'm not sure if it works. I think I'm moving it, but I can't feel anything. Not even the pain I should be feeling after what happened...
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"Oh well. Are you ready to go?" Heero had turned to face Wufei, seemingly unfazed by the fact that it left him completely open to another attack from the man behind him. Wufei had blinked at Heero in surprise. Did he really think he would go with him just like that? If so, he was in for a rude awakening.
"Of course I'm not ready to go. I'm not going anywhere."
"On the contrary, you're coming with me. But that's what I love about you, so willful."
"Where is he?!" The screamed question had come from down the hallway. Wufei took a chance and looked over his shoulder and out the door. Quatre was storming towards them, with a look Wufei would have never thought to see on his face.
It was a look he had often used himself, a look that promised death. But what made it even worse than just seeing it on the blonde's face were the other things the look showed. Not only did it promise death, it promised a slow one preceded by lots of pain. It also betrayed his inner feelings of fear and rage. Wufei was sure the rage was directed at Heero, but the fear?
Heero let out a sigh as he caught sight of Quatre.
"I thought you could take a hint, Quatre. I didn't particularly want to hurt you, but if it comes down to it I don't care either way."
"Quatre? What're you doing here? What's he talking about?" The blonde kept his eyes locked with Heero's as he answered Duo's question.
"Wufei called Trowa and me yesterday saying he wanted us to come over because the two of you were having some problems with Heero. We were on our way over earlier when we ran into him."
"Wait... the two of you? Where's Trowa?"
"In your living room, bleeding on the sofa." That explains the fear, Wufei thought, and the death look. His reasons explained, Quatre wasted no more time in lunging at Heero.
A single gunshot rang out loudly in the small room, followed by the impossibly loud sound of Quatre hitting the floor. Time seemed to stand still as the three still standing stared down at the fallen Arabian. Duo let out a strangled cry, Wufei choked back a sob, and Heero sighed.
"Stupid boy. He should have been good and taken my warning. He wasn't invited to play." He tucked his gun away and smiled reassuringly at Wufei. "It's alright now, though. We won't have anymore interruptions."
Duo growled and lunged at him only to come up short as he found Heero's gun pointed at his face. The man tsked at him and lowered the weapon. Before Duo could let out a sigh of relief, Heero's fist came back up and caught him across the cheek. The backhand that followed sent him to the floor where he watched as Heero pivoted to take the offensive against Wufei.
Two jabs were avoided as Wufei danced to his right. The punch directed at his gut was blocked, the left hook he threw connected. The smile on Heero's face made him falter in his next attack and allowed Heero to regain the briefly lost control. A roundhouse sent Wufei staggering and a double-handed blow to his back sent him crashing to the floor. Rolling over, he caught the foot as it came towards him and pulled, bringing Heero to the floor as well. The Japanese boy hit hard as Wufei got to his feet.
Duo took the opportunity to scramble to Quatre's side. The boy still had a heartbeat and his breathing was shallow, but he was breathing.
"Get him out of here!" Wufei ordered, not taking his eyes off of Heero. Picking him up, Duo ran out of the room and down the hall and into the living room. Trowa was there, and he was indeed bleeding on the couch. Thankfully, he was conscious.
"Quatre!" he wheezed, "Is he...?"
"He's alive, but not for long if we don't get an ambulance here." Trowa nodded and reached for the phone. He hid the pain he was feeling well as he talked to the 911 operator. There was a sudden crash and both boys leapt to their feet. Duo caught Trowa before he fell over and eased him back to the couch. Once Trowa was seated he ran towards the hallway but was knocked over as Heero ran past him and out the door.