Gundams With Wings

Part Six
By Lady AngelFiren

PART SIX

"Speech"
/Thoughts/
{Telepathy}

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The school loomed into view, and the pair snuck in unnoticed. They parted just inside Heero's doorway with a lusty kiss.
The Japanese boy shut his door softly and turned to face his room. It was in fairly good shape considering the damage suffered from his outburst, only a few holes in the walls betrayed his anger. The gray bedspread was tossed onto the carpet, leaving his creaky old mattress bare.
/Duo still has my sheets…/
Heero also felt the hyper, giddy energy bouncing around instde of him. He deemed himself prisioner in his own form until he could be whole and free once more. The senses were dull, he got fewer telepathic impressions from his surroundings and mostly, the Wing pilot wanted to fly! He missed his snowy white wings already and then an Idea came to mind-
*BEEP!*
The sound of an incoming message from the small black laptop lounging on his desk brought Heero from his musings. It was from Dr. J.

Heero,
New mission specifications. You and the other four pilots are to depart for the PeaceCraft estate in Canada. Do not bring your Gundams. You will be protecting the place from Oz terrorists who are expected to attack it in Miss Relena's absence. Your objective is to find out what they're after and to stop them. There are no obvious reasons for their attack.
That is all, you leave this evening, a transport will pick you up.
Dr. J

Heero read the message and sent it to the other pilots adding his own short P.S. for them all to meet at dinner in the Caf.

He pulled off his tank top and jeans, twisting the shower on to hot. There were still a few shards of broken mirrors on the floor and he got a rather large piece embedded in his foot as he was stepping under the warm spray. A thin trail of blood oozed down the shower drain from the cut and it stung badly.
Heero concentrated on raising the healing power he'd summoned to mend Duo's broken wing, but to no avail. He popped his wings and stuck out the tiny bathroom, getting wet at the base of his shoulders because he was still in the shower. He pulled the sharp piece from his foot and easily summoned a tingling blue-white sphere of energy, which he crammed into the cut and watched, fascinated, as the skin melted back together and the blood stopped flowing through. The Japanese boy pulled his wings back inward and lost himself under the cool refreshing cascade.
When he was finished, Heero dressed in a fresh tank top and the same pair of faded jeans he'd been wearing before. As he was pulling on a pair of plain white tube socks his stomach began to rumble and protest loudly, as he hadn't eaten in nearly two days!
So the blue-eyed pilot went to the Caf.

His mouth watered at the proposition of hot cakes and eggs, buttery toast, steamy rice… … …
He made a beeline for the food line which was relatively short. When it was his turn to help himself, he piled two short stacks, a plate of home fries, scrambled eggs, bacon, orange juice, toast with sticky purple jam and a bowl of plain rice onto his tray. The lady behind the counter gave him a queer look, then she smiled and kept working.
{Heero! Over here!} Duo's voice sang through his mind and he instantly honed in on the braided baka's location at one of the long tables way off in a corner away from the majority of the boisterous crowds he usually liked to sit with. He caught sight of the braided boy talking to Wufei over an even taller pile of breakfast than Heero himself had. He made his way through the maze of people and tables and sat across from Duo, beside Wufei. The Chinese pilot had a glass of orange juice and some toast, but it appeared untouched. He seemed to have lost his appetite when Heero and Duo began to devour their meal.
{Duo, I have never been so hungry in my life!} the Wing Zero pilot 'pathed to the American who answered him without looking up.
{I know. Hey we could talk like this and no one will hear us! Cool! I wonder if we could talk with him too…}
Heero's response was amusingly mechanic, {Don't care, eating,} and Duo began to laugh into his orange juice.
"What's so funny Maxwell?" Wufei asked, "I was enjoying the quiet. Why are you both so hungry? Yuy, you don't even eat breakfast mast days."
Heero glared at Wufei for a second, "Can't talk, eating," he said aloud. Duo giggled again and the pair continued to feed themselves while Wufei watched, a look of disgusted confusion on his bronze-skinned face.
{Quatre and Trowa are coming,} Duo announced casually to the Japanese boy whose back was facing the advancing pair.
"Hey guys, haven't seen you in a few days, how are you all?"
"We're great Q-man, Trowa. Have a seat. We were just eating breakfast. Why don't you grab a tray and join us?" Duo greeted the pair with a friendly smile.
Trowa placed a hand on Quatre's shoulder and focussed on the violet-eyed boy across the table. "Actually, we ate earlier. But we'll sit and talk for awhile. Heero, we got your message. Do you know what time the transport will be here?"
Heero did not look up from his food, but he did answer in a tone that was considerably friendlier than any the unibanged boy or his blond companion had ever heard from him. "No, actually. I expect to get a more specific message from him before tonight."
"Uh, OK," was Trowa's short response. He couldn't understand the open, unguarded tone in Heero's voice.
Quatre too was at a loss for words. He sensed Trowa's confusion and 'pathed to him, {Its Ok Tro-chan, I don't know what happened to Heero, but I think it was a good thing. He's less shielded. Actually his mind is really open.}
{Alright, I just wasn't expecting him to utter a friendly tone to us, that's all,}
Meanwhile, Duo and Heero had finished eating. Heero took his and Duo's trays to the trash and emptied them.
{C'mon Duo, let's go,} he said authoritatively.
{But Heero we've barely said three words to them!} the American pleaded.
{Duo, its important, just come with me!} Heero had now returned to the table and stood waiting for his partner to get up and follow him. Apologizing to the other three for leaving so soon, the braided boy did so and paced at Heero's side out of the noisy room.
When they returned to Heero's dorm, Duo followed the other inside and the door slammed shut.
"Heero, don't slam the door so hard," Duo snapped angrily, not really thinking about the other boy's position further into the room. He was cranky now, and he wanted to break something. The pent-up frustration of his concealed wings was not helping things.
{I didn't slam anything. You don't slam the door so hard baka,} the short-haired pilot retorted vehemently.
"But I…Oh crap." Duo said with no particular emphases.
{What?} Heero eyed him skeptically.
"One second…" he trailed, "Look at your bed,"
Heero watched as one of his pillows raised up and fluffed itself out as if beaten, then lay gently back down. The other did the same thing.
The Japanese boy's mouth fell open in surprise. {D-Duo…Did you…}
He stopped speaking when his bedspread lifted, shook its own wrinkles out and lay back down smooth on the bed.
"Telekinesis." Duo observed. He smiled and glanced at Heero. The Wing pilot saw that his eyes had become almost completely black once again, and his hair stood up a little where it'd managed to escape the plait that ran the length of his back.
{Yeah, I guess so. How come your eyes get all huge and black when you use your…power?}
"They do? Well why do yours get so blue, so I can barely see the black at all?"
{I don't know, you could go look at yourself in your mirror, mine's broken.}
"Yeah, well I'll look later. What did you drag us out here so fast for?"
{Oh, well when Quatre and Trowa got to the Caf I could sort of.. hear their conversation. They have it too, they were thought-speaking just like us. But Quatre's thoughts were much stronger than Trowa's. He was very concealed, I can't figeure it out. Quatre was the opposite. I could feel him snooping through my mind, but he wasn't imposing, just loking sot of…nevermind. The point is they have telekinetic abilities too.}
Heero looked at Duo to see what his reaction would be. The other boy was just takiing in his words. A chair from the desk floated over to him and he sat down heavily, looking back at Heero.
"Well I guess there's nothing to do but go talk to them about it."
Heero raised an eyebrow in persuit of detail.
"If we all know, we can work as a team and we'll perform better. Plus I'm dying to know all about this. Maybe they have some answers."
{I think you're right. Ne Duo let's go over together and ask them about it right now.}
Heero got up, gesturing to Duo who also rose and mentally opened the door before Heero got to it, then he closed once they were both through.
"Are you sure its locked?" Heero asked switching to normal speech.
Duo smiled proudly. "Try it,"
The Japanese boy tried the door. Yes, Duo had successfully locked it using his mind.
Hand in hand, the pair trekked on to Trowa and Quatre's room.

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Duo knocked boldly on the door and it was opened an instant later by one golden-haired Sandrock pilot who smiled openly and invited them in. He surveyed each face, his aquamarine gaze dropping to the boy's clasped hands then back to their faces.
"Come on in guys, we've kind of been expecting you,"
The pair stepped easily through the door and bent simultaneously to remove their shoes. Duo loved the feel of the squishy soft carpet on the soles of his feet as he placed his shoes by the door and padded into the room.
Quatre gestured to a pair of desk chairs and he sat on the bed beside Trowa who had a cold expression on his face but appeared to be simply analyzing the two who's just entered, with a fresh outlook. Duo and Heero took the aforementioned chairs.
The tension in the stuffy room was unbearable, and Duo absolutely *had* to break the uneasy silence that'd come over them all. "Soooo…" he started, "Now that we're all together, well all except Wu-man, what's up?"
"Umm..well, we're not sure how to say this, but we know about you guys," Quatre began.
"Well its not like we're trying to hide it or anything," Duo replied lifting the hand that clasped Heero's. The Japanese pilot regarded their hands briefly and then swept to meet Quatre's eyes, seeing something hidden in the seafoam depths. "Duo, there's something else," he informed the violet-eyed boy.
"Oh? Do tell Q-man!"
"Um, well… we, no I, was able to hear your telepathy in the Caf at breakfast."
"Gah!? You were!? How?" Duo was very surprised. He balked wide-eyed at the pair on the bed.
"Well, we have certain… gifts… just like you guys. But we haven't really shared this with anyone except each other, and we never thought that you would have it too."
Heero and Duo said nothing, staring in mute awe. Trowa interrupted their intense little game of Teddy Bear (that game where you don't move).
"So what can you..do?" he asked? He wasn't trying to assess them or anything, he was just curious.
Duo stood up. "I cannot believe this! Its so cool! We're all like secret Gundam piloting superheroes or something! We should go shopping for colourful spandex and bitch boots!" In his excitement he threw up his arms and forgot to contain himself. Everything not bolted down in the room rose abruptly.
Duo noticed his little slip and gently set everything down, grinning sheepishly. "Sorry about that, I guess untrained telekinesis and excitement don't mix. Now you know mine, what are all of yours?" He sat down again.
"I'm an empath, but I can send feeling as well as receive it. I'm also telepathic, but my greatest strength is my ability to probe deeply into the mind. It allows me to utilize other people's skills and abilities to some extant. I can also heal, but only a little." This was Quatre speaking.
Duo smiled and turned to Heero, "Hey, you can do a lot of that too, but you're a really strong healer, and I haven't seen you enter anyone's mind yet, althought you've sent some pretty strong emotions my way." What about Trowa?" he looked expectantly at the tall, slim boy on the bed beside Quatre.
"I'm an illusionist," he said, "Just watch, its too hard too explain."
Duo and Heero observed amazed, as snowflakes began to float gently downwards. One landed on Duo's nose and he felt the touch of its cold before it melted and slid away along one cheek. The snow fell and then it began to change colours. Pink, green, orange, blue and red. Several other colours of soft flakes drifted.
They started to swirl faster and faster, forming a coloured whirlwind around the pair. Duo shivered and Heero's tightened over his. Just as the force of the wind was becoming a stinging frost, it all disappeared. Trowa and Quatre sat on the bed, unchanged. The other two gasped and stared once again.
"That was so cool!" Duo exclaimed, "Can you make it Spring in here or something? I saw cold and snow, now I'm freezing." He shivered for effect.
"Duo, nothing actually happened you know. Trowa can create illusions in people's minds. You're only cold because you thought it was real. It can be very convincing, but that's not all he can do. Trowa, why don't you try another one. Not anything scary though." Quatre looked at his lover with healthy reverence in his gaze. Trowa rose and faced Duo.
"Alright, Duo will you be my volunteer?"
"Ok!" the braided one cheerfully agreed and stood beside the HeavyArms pilot.
"Now remember, its not real, Ok?"
Duo nodded and watched as he felt his legs melt together and form a tail. He fell to where his knees had been as shiny scales raced their way along the length of his lower body. He flicked the colourful fin on the end, where his feet had been.
"You turned me into a mermaid!?" he exclaimed, trying unsuccessfully to get up. He no longer had anything to stand on, so he Tk'd a chair over and climbed onto it.
"Make it go away. Please, I want my legs back Trowa."
The taller boy smiled. "But you have your legs Duo, doesn't he have them, Heero, Quatre?"
Both nodded in agreement. The shared no part of Duo's illusion. Duo however, was getting upset. He lifted some pictures from the walls and a lamp from the desk, as well as a few other breakable things from around the room.
"Trowa, Give me my legs back or I'm going to destroy this room. Do you hear me?" his voice held enough anger and tension that Heero felt it too.
{Trowa, give him his legs back, play nice. He will destroy your stuff, he's really not kidding.} Heero looked at Duo who was seated on the chair, legs squeezed tightly together, and at the items floating in a bundle in one of corner of the room.
"Alright. I'm sorry Duo, Heero. I didn't intend to upset you both." He apologized and the items replaced themselves around the room. Duo stood and ran over to Heero, wrapping his arms around the Japanese boy and looked back at Trowa. He was still shaken, but he wasn't mad. He'd asked for it, and Trowa'd answered him in the best way he knew how, a demonstration.
{What else can you guys do?} Heero asked, focussing on Quatre but stroking Duo's hair with a tender hand.
"Well, there is one other thing," the blonde began. He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. Closing his eyes he appeared to concentrate, and a pair of wings burst from his shoulders. They were very much like Heero's except instead of the cool silvery tint, there was a lighter golden one. Trowa followed suit by remiving his turtleneck and revealing a pair of mottled earthy brown wings. They looked like those of a hawk or harrier. Quatre opened his eyes and Duo felt a shiver run up his spine. The were white, entirely. No pupils at all. Trowa's eyes remained grenn, only more intensified with a golden undertone. Of course that may be only an illusion…
"Cool! Check mine out," the braided boy commented, removing his shirt. The deep black of his feathery wings made him almost disappear into one corner of the room, but he became more visible when Heero silently removed the ever-present tank top and allowed his silvery snowy mounts to be seen from behind Duo.
"Hey, won't people see us like this?" Duo questioned.
"No, Trowa's taken care of that." Quatre answered, "His illusions are very powerful, and whatever he's conjured will keep us safe," the golden boy smiled and turned his attention to Trowa. It was difficult to tell where he focussed, as he had no pupils. The eerie whites of his eyes never seemed to move.
Duo sat down and scratched his head, "Q-man, how do you see like that? You eyes are all white."
{Yours are black Duo,} Heero commented to the black-winged boy.
"Are they? I gotta see this!" he rose and ran to the bathroom door, tucking his wings onto his back so he'd fit through. Staring into the mirror, he saw his own eyes, all black with a thin ring of violet around the outside.
"I look like I'm on acid," he laughed, "I guess you're right Heero."
He returned to the semi-circle of angelic figures, closing it off. "This is really cool and all, but I do have one question. How do you both contain yourselves so well? I mean, I get excited, and stuff flies off the walls. How, Trowa, do you let us all see reality? And Quatre, how do you keep from bending our minds to your will? How long have you guys had this?"
"Its been a few months, but only in the last month or so have we really begun to harness what we were given," Trowa said, "I'm guessing you both only got it this week?"
{Yes, but we both had dreams predicting it for awhile before,} Heero answered. He retracted his wings and sat easily on the bed, pulling his tank top back on.
"Hey, what about Wufei?" Duo asked, "Is he in this too or is it just us? Does he even know about it?"
"Actually Wufei was the first to acknowledge this. We caught him accidentally once when he was in a deep meditative state. We just walked right in. Of course this was after we'd both found out about ourselves, so it wasn't so big. He'd had it longer than any of us." Quatre answered the question, but Duo pressed for details.
"So what can he do?"
"His power is the ability to control elements, mostly fire, but a little earth too. Wind and water are lost on him, and he doesn't have much telepathy either. His wings are very deep red and fringed with bluish-purple. His eyes become red and black, and he gets a tail, something none of us have. If you want we can call him over and we'll discuss this as a full group, plus the mission plans."
"Let's do it later, I'm kind of tired, and I actually have stuff to do today, even though it's the weekend." Duo concealed his wings and put his shirt back on. He grabbed Heero by the hand and pulled him to his feet. The door opened itself and the pair slipped out, the door closing behind them as swiftly as it had opened.
{So did you expect that?} Duo asked, intertwining his fingers with Heero's as he pushed his door open mentally and they entered.
{No, I didn't. I thought that Quatre had some telepathy or something and that his bond with Trowa made it possible for them to communicate. I never would have guessed that all of us are…this way.}
Heero trailed and looked at the floor, a blank expression on his face. Duo couldn't feel any particular emotion coming from the boy. His bangs fell into his eyes and his hands lay loosely in one another. The Japanese boy's back was uncharacteristically slouched as he sat over top of the black comforter on Duo's bed.
"Heero, try not to be so upset about over it alright?" Duo said in a soothing tone, "Why don't we talk about it, you'll feel better, really."
The braided one made sure the door was locked and then removed his tattered white running shoes to light easily on the bed beside his obviously troubled companion. The cobalt-eyed pilot sighed heavily, not looking up.
"Hee-chan," Duo started. He used his telekinesis to remove Heero's shoes and toss them beside his own at the door. He slid close to Heero and put an arm around him. Gently, he pushed the other boy's bangs from his eyes with one hand.
"Hee-chan I don't have an explanation for this, but we can utilize it. Its not a bad thing, just different. We'll adjust, and then we'll all have the upper had in battles and, well, everything. I mean an illusionist, a pyro, a healer, a mind controller and a telekinetic make a powerful team, ne? Stay positive. Besides, I can think of some other things that powers make more…interesting." Duo smiled seductively and planted a lusty kiss on Heero's lips.
He was pushed away by the other pilot who turned to him with a strange darkness in his eyes. {Duo, please no now, I have to figure this out. I feel so lost. Its something else too. I've only had it once before, when I thought you were dead. Its, I don't know…here, I'll send it to you.}
Heero sent Duo the foreign impression as strongly as he could. The other recognized it instantly. A tense, tight uncomfortable sensation that lodged itself in the pit of his stomach and swept through him.
"Heero, that's fear. Its Ok to be scared, I am too. Don't let it get to you. Let's try to figure this out together." He wrapped the Japanese boy in a warm embrace, trying to be as openly caring as possible. Heero broke down more than Duo had ever seen. He closed his eyes and leaned heavily into the other boy.
{I'm scared Duo. I don't know what's going on, and I can't do anything about it! Could you just stay here and hold me for awhile? I-I just don't know anymore Duo, please stay.}
The braided pilot was shocked at this display, but eagerly answered the pleas by pulling up the covers and sliding into the bed with Heero, spooning him from behind and keeping his arms wrapped tightly, protectively around the other pilot. He mentally tucked the covers over them both and snuggled as close to Heero as possible, breathing in his scent.
"Heero, I…I love you," he said very softly and slowly. The short-haired boy turned to face him, remaining within the strong circle of arms.
{I…me too…} he replied, his eyes drifting peacefully shut, a small content feeling radiating from his mind adding to duo's ease as they both fell asleep.

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