Gundams With Wings
Part
Four
By Lady
AngelFiren
PART FOUR
{Thought speech}
"Spoken speech"
/Thoughts/
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Duo heard his
name called from far away, and the dream he knew he was in evaporated from
around him, into something entirely different. The faint voice which strained,
shouting his name did not seem important, nor did he think it was
real.
/Sounds a little like Heero,/ the sleeping boy thought sluggishly, but
pushed the evasive, wandering bit of consciousness away.
He felt like he was
floating, as if energy and heat plagued him, but it was all far
away.
*FLASH!*
In front of his eyes, a new scene revealed itself. He was
somewhere he'd never been, at least he didn't recognize it, and all around him,
were his friends, concerned looks on their faces.
*FLASH!*
He saw himself
from afar, his thin, emaciated frame riddled with the bullet wounds, blood
leaking onto a ceramic tile floor, and a figure bent over him, but he couldn't
see who.
*FLASH!*
He was getting into a car with all his friends. A
familiar scent drifted into him. The smell of… …of what? He didn't know, but it
was a bad omen. And there, in the car, a dark, cold shadow peered straight at
him. It saw him! The shadow pointed a gun, and aimed, then a ball of
white-silver energy rushed through the static air, freezing both figures, and
pushing the blackness away to reveal… …
*FLASH!*
Heero, laying on a small
bed, starchy white sheets draped almost completely over him, his eyes closed,
crusty. Dark circles under them, and only pale, colourless skin to hold him
together, for he seemed to be falling apart, a sack of dead flesh and bone, no
life. This Heero he saw had given all his life… …
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{Duo!} Heero
tried 'pathing to the unconscious boy, he was growing frantic. The long-haired
youth had been fast asleep, then the back of his shirt exploded outward as a
pair of massive black wings (much like Heero's own) had burst out and folded on
the sleeping figure's back. Duo was still entirely asleep through this, when he
began to shriek and writhe, flapping the wings he'd only just developed, and
nearly falling from the white-winged boy's back in a matter of seconds. Troubled
cries escaped his lips, as he settled into shaking violently, and finally
whimpering softly, clinging to the Japanese pilot's back in a fearful
gesture.
"No… …no please, oh no don't, you can't!" was what Heero made out of
the boy's mumbles, his voice was terror as his frame attempted to curl into a
little ball on the Wing pilot's back.
{Duo!} Heero tried again, the panic was
seeping into him from the trembling Shinigami pilot, and he could not carry him
any longer.
{Why won't you wake up?? What's wrong with you Duo, get up
before you get yourself killed!}
"What? Huh?" Duo asked in confusion, where
was he? And what kind of dream was that? He'd never seen anything so vivid, the
smells and sounds were real, resonating faintly through his mind, even now. But
he couldn't let anyone see that. He had weird dreams all the time, mostly about
his childhood, or about times when Heero had almost died in battle, or other
things that frightened him and he wasn't about to let a dumb dream scare him,
and he certainly wasn't going to let Heero see him scared! He'd already cried in
the other boy's arms last night, why make it that much worse by doing it
again?
{Duo, what the hell is going on? Are you Ok? What happened, I almost
dropped you!} Heero 'pathed into Duo's frazzled mind, thinking to himself, /How
does he not feel those wings? And the heightened senses and
everything?/
"What? Oh, I fell asleep, sorry Hee-chan, are we there yet?" Duo
sounded distracted, but he was hiding his confusion very well, so Heero decided
not to press for details. If Duo wanted to discuss it, he would. However, the
cobalt-eyed boy could not ignore his companions new limbs, they were making it
difficult for him to fly.
{Duo, you have a pair of giant black wings on your
back, they just shot up while you were napping. I almost dropped you!} Heero
sent some of his concerned worry along with his words, to show Duo the scare
he'd been given.
{Gah! What the fuck? Heero, I have no fucking clue what's
going on here. Maybe angels are contagious or something,} he 'pathed with a
smiling tone, {Either way, I don't think I can fly, I mean you had like six
hours to practice. Could you maybe land and we'll work this out or
something?}
{Are you Ok though? I mean it doesn't hurt or anything, does it?
I've been circling over this meadow for awhile, its not where I planned on
going, but I'll land there. You're sure you're Ok?}
Heero's mind was running
around in circles. He was happy that Duo was like him, but he was also scared
for Duo and for himself. What the hell was going on? And the dreams, he figured
both of them were probably having similar dreams, and if his own were so real,
what about Duo's? What had the American been plagued by in his sleep that he
would be so scared, too scared even, to disclose his fears to his best friend
and newfound koi?
Heero's questions besieged him.
/Oh God, I don't know
if I can deal with this!/ he thought nervously, landing on a grassy little hill
covered in buttercups and daisies, right in the center of a large meadow. The
sun grazed across the velvety grass, spackled by the shadows of trees on the
edges of the open space. From above he'd seen a rushing little brook not too far
into the woods, and now he could hear its melody as it tickled the forest floor.
Deer feeding quickly sped away at the sight of a seemingly huge bird falling
towards them, and so the expanse of yellow, green and white was deserted, except
for a few daring butterflies, flitting from flower to flower.
Dropping easily
to the earth, Heero let Duo off his back and turned to face him.
"Very nice,"
he commented with a smile, "Could I see?"
Duo nodded, shifting in an
uncharacteristically nervous manner as Heero used his wings to push Duo's
carefully open. They were the exact same shape and size as his, only black, his
braid running down the length of his back between them, glinting honey-brown in
the sunlight. The long-haired boy's eyes had dilated very wide so that only a
thin violet rim showed around the edges of the deep black expanse, and as Heero
took in the angelic sight Duo's trademark smile crept slowly onto his
lips.
"Heero this is so cool! I can see everything, and smell and hear and
taste it too. Its like a drug or something, I mean wow!" He smiled cheekily and
blinked his eyes around the meadow then turned back to Heero.
"Are you sure
we're awake? I mean its not like we know why this happened or we were expecting
it or something, hell, it happened to us both in our sleep. Maybe this is one of
those dreams where you keep waking up, but you're really still
asleep."
"Duo."
Heero regarded the dark-winged boy, his arms crossed over
his chest, a reflective look coming into his eyes as he surveyed every adorable
movement that the baka made. He was hyperactive like a chipmunk on speed, and at
the same time held a lazy superior confidence without even knowing it. All of
this endeared him to Heero, who took Duo into his arms and held him tightly,
feeling the other's heat and the firmness of his muscled form beneath his
hands.
"If this is a dream," he said in a low voice, taking Duo's mouth
tenderly in his own and pulling him closer, {Then I'm never waking up.} Heero
wrapped them both protectively in white feathers and Duo's wings slid around
acting as a second wall of softness, only black.
They spent awhile like that,
timelessly encircled within each other's embraces, reveling in the softness of
lips and skin and playing with each other's hair. Their wings formed a private
little chamber, so as the sun sank into the trees and darkness enveloped them,
they were oblivious.
Duo suddenly registered concern in Heero's mind and
pulled his face away to look the other boy in the eyes.
"What is it
Hee-chan?" he asked soberly.
{Time. Its nearly dark, and I won't be able to
fly as well at night. You haven't even tried it yet. Not only that, but we can't
go anywhere until we figure out how to conceal our wings.}
Duo smiled,
drawing something positive from the Japanese boy's words, even though they were
spoken cynically.
"I think I know how to hide our wings. I've had all these
dreams about this, and I was more experienced in them. I'd been doing it for
awhile, and they came out when I wanted them to, by mental concentration on
release. It was easy to be really free and open when I revealed this, which in
the dreams, was my true form. Don'' even bother asking how I know, I just
do.
I think that some meditation on control and dominace over your own body
will allow you to reveal and conceal what you want, when you want. However, if I
remember right it basically sucked to be all crammed up inside yourself, and I
even had a multiple personality thing goin' on inside me. So there's probably
some kind of limit as to how long we can stay bottled up, and also, I think
release can be triggered by emotional stress, arousal and anger."
Heero
contemplated this for a few moments before unwrapping himself from Duo's
feathery embrace and turning away from him to face the retreating light of the
sun. Only a fiery orange glow and smears of pink lining purple clouds remained
of the day. Heero did not like the approaching darkness, he felt vulnerable and
unsuited for it. In the East, the pale face of the moon reared and watched him,
unblinking, following wherever he dared move. His predatory calm was drawing
thin, and a previously unknown tension seeped into him. It filled his bones with
a light, jittery nervousness, one of impending danger. If he'd known fear, it
would have taken him now, but he was stronger than that.
Duo felt Heero's
mind grow uneasy as his became calmer. Darkness, the protective veil of
obstruction and secrecy guarded him like a shield, and the moon's gentle pallor
lit everything in an easy blue glow. Never before had he been so fond of the
shadowy nighttime essence as he was now, but he could easily see that his
white-winged companion did not fare so well.
"Heero," he said quietly from
behind the Japanese pilot who jumped, startled. He swept wide unblinking eyes
over Duo and the rest of his surroundings. The braided American could hear his
breath drawn a little more quickly than normal, further proving the pilot's
uneasiness.
{Duo, I'm sorry, you startled me}
The violet-eyed boy tried to
send Heero some calming/relaxing/safety feelings, but found that the other more
or less absorbed them, rather than received them. He saw the boy's tense posture
relax somewhat, and his eyes didn't flick nervously around him so badly
anymore.
{Heero, its Ok. I guess you're not a night person, huh? Well I am,
very much so, and I'm definitely ready to get outta here, so how about we both
fly back to the lake? I'll fly over you and watch your back K? How 'bout
it?}
Heero went over to Duo and took his hand, shaking off the worst of his
paranoia.
"Well you're right, the woods at night are not my thing, so let's
leave. To fly, just get a running start and jump into the air, pulling yourself
up with your wings. The night air is kind of dead so there isn't any hot air
rising to lift you, but we'll be fine for a short distance."
"Ok, let's go!"
Duo exclaimed, as he bounced off to the foot of the hill. Heero followed less
enthusiastically behind the black winged boy who had almost disappeared in the
darkness that surrounded them, broken only by the increasingly bright face of
the moon.
{Duo, I want you to go first, on three
Ok?}
{One,}
{Two,}
{Three!}
The Shinigami pilot took off running
quickly up th hill and pulling himself furiously into the air with quick
strokes. Heero watched the effort that the inexperienced pilot was taking to
stay aloft, his chest, shoulder and back muscles tensed and flexed visibly in
the moonlight, before leaping from a still-standing position into the air and
effortlessly gliding up, over Duo, over the meadow, gaining speed and height in
a matter of moments.
Duo had seemingly forgotten about Heero, as he gained
stability in the air, attempting a glide, and then a turn, sweeping over the
meadow in wide, lazy circles, Heero paralleling his movements far above him. The
Wing pilot began to circle downward, it was taking too much effort to fly in the
empty night air. The only part of Duo that he could see was the boy's braid,
flying out behind him, glinting in the moonlight. Said boy was having the time
of his life, dipping up and down, turning ever tighter circles and flying low
over the ground.
{This is so much fun!} Heero heard the voice ring gaily
into his head, absolutely filled with genuine happiness. Duo fluttered in one
spot for a moment, testing some kind of movement or another. He looked up at
Heero, a smile playing all over his face, blissfully happy.
{Thank you for-}
Duo suddenly tensed and stopped moving completely. He began to fall, fall out of
the sky, tearing towards the unforgiving earth below. Heero dove after him, but
could not reach him before he heard a very distinct 'snap', and then everything
was silent.
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*FLASH!*
Duo
was somewhere he'd never been before. It was a nice place, overly decorated with
tapestries and fine china, the whole deal. He was seated on a thick, red striped
chair with way too much stuffing.
Very pampered.
Trowa and Quatre sat
across him on a blue velvet sofa, speaking about something. He could hear what
they were saying, but it wasn't important. He felt detached from his form, more
like he was watching himself than actually there. He watched his body say
something and then rise, making ready to go elsewhere in the lavish house. Good,
he wanted to see the pretty wallpapers and rugs, maybe find a nice couch for
himself…
*CRASH!*
/Something wrong here… …oh, the beautiful window is
broken,/
Hazy red washed through his form, mingled with surprise and anger as
he began to dive to the floor, The red thickened and the edges of his vision
turned violet, swirling in confusing patterns all around him. He saw his form
slump over the chair, and everything faded to black.
He heard a familiar
voice cry out in desperation, and it sounded very strange.
/I'll just look at
the pretty coulours…/ he thought as some of the deepest, most beautiful crimson
he'd ever imagined seeped all around him…
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END PART
FOUR
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