Gundams With Wings

Part Nine
By Lady AngelFiren

PART NINE

{telepathy}
"speech"
/thoughts/

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Inside, Wufei had returned, and had been tactfully trying to avoid the new lovers, but when Duo bust into the kitchen, walking just a little funny and Heero right behind him, his face went red and he nearly spurted blood from both nostrils.
"Wu-MAN! How the hell are ya?" Duo crowed. He could easily tell by the red-winged boy's embarrassment that he and Heero had been caught.
As he TK'd a small feast onto a plate for he and his koi, he continued to talk to the black-haired pilot.
"Maxwell, Yuy." Wu tried politely. Duo was not about to let him off so easily.
"So," he posed in a casual tone, "Did you see anything interesting out there while you were flying around? Ya know, I was just thinking what a subtle guy you are Wu-man."
Wufei whipped his tail forward, curling it about Duo's waist, and glaring angrily at the braided boy from thin red slits in the blackness of his eyes. "Duo Maxwell! The next time you and Yuy 'get it on,' as you'd say, would you please not do it without warning on the front lawn! Do you have no shame?" He released the boy, slamming his teacup down on the counter and stalking off, tail swishing angrily. Moments later a door was heard as it banged shut, and then silence. Duo turned to face Heero, his grin so wide it threatened to split his face.
"Yessss! Ten million points! Score! Wu-man's down for the count! Ha, he is so uptight. Ne, its fun to embarrass him."
"Ah," Heero pulled Duo close with his wings, kissing the boy passionately. He really did love Duo. The braided baka was everything good in his life, and, Heero had to admit, was his salvation. In just a few short days he'd felt more than he could ever remember feeling, and he was simply head over heels in love with Duo. He sent this feeling of extreme devotion to his violet-eyed angel, kissing him passionately, ferociously, as he opened his eyes to stare into Duo's without breaking their kiss.
The chestnut haired boy gently pushed him away. "Heero, I have no breath left for this, lets have a snack and take a shower, and then maybe have a nice nap before we make dinner."
Heero easily complied, following the tray of food that levitated behind Duo as he made his way up the thickly carpeted flight of stairs to their pristine white room.
Heero was shocked as he stepped through the thickly molded doorframe. He hadn't seen much of the house, and this lavishly draped chamber with perfect white everything was overwhelming.
{Duo, I think you have a thing for white.} he commented, thinking back to the snow where they'd laid only moments before.
"No, I have a thing for you." The boy smiled as he set the tray on a bedside table and eased onto the bed, black wings contrasting beautifully with the frivolous decoration in the room and under the heavy canopy. Heero slid up beside him and they fed each other grapes, chocolate, and strawberries from the tray, each eating their fill. Then the boys slid out of their wet clothing and stepped into the shower. Heero washed Duo's long hair, using half a bottle of conditioner, and the violet-eyed pilot expressed the deepest pleasure at the soft touches made by Heero's hands afterwards when he brushed the silky, honey-streaked mass out, braiding it lovingly as he had before.
"Thanks Hee-chan." He said when they were finished bringing the food tray down to the kitchen.
SLAM!!!
The sound of a door busting off its hinges alerted them both, and Heero even reached for his gun, but when they saw an annoyed Wufei at the top of the stairs they both relaxed. The Chinese boy opened his wings and jumped down, not bothering with the actual steps.
"What's up Wu-man?" Duo asked.
"Its you!" he stuck a finger at Duo.
"And you!" The finger waved towards Heero.
"And now _THEM!!_" Wufei gestured up the stairs, to what could only have been Trowa and Quatre's room. Duo laughed aloud and he distinctly heard Heero snicker. Figures that of all the rooms in this house, Wufei had picked the one between two pairs of lovers. Poor guy, he was _not_ going to get much sleep around here…

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The next few days went without event, twice someone had come to deliver milk or fruit, but that was all. This seemed more like a vacation than a mission.
The G-boys all knew something was bound to happen, but no one quite guessed when.

Duo, Trowa and Quatre were having tea one evening while Wufei and Heero made dinner. Neither Duo nor Quatre could cook, and Trowa hadn't felt like cooking, but the other two made a marvelous combination, and they didn't seem to mind the work.
Duo was seated on one of the red armchairs, and the other pair had taken a blue sofa. Everyone had sort of developed their respective places, and the Shinigami pilot had taken to this seat, which provided a view out the window as well as all around the room. Their was a baby grand piano in one corner of the sitting room, which both Trowa and Quatre had used since their arrival, and in the living room, the sound system had proved to also have a kareokee machine, of which Duo had taken advantage one evening, much to everyone else's amusement.
"Hold on a sec guys," Duo began. He could no longer resist the smell of whatever the two chefs were cooking, and rose to go to the kitchen and beg for a taste, which he almost certainly would not be allowed.
CRASH!!!
The window which he'd been facing exploded, and Duo instantly whipped around in the same motion as he dropped behind the chair for protection.
BAM!
Heero was already running in, Wufei hot on his heels, both boys keeping low, crouching behind the furniture.
BAM!!!
BAM!!!
A third shot riddled Duo's already mangled frame, and he slumped forward over the chair.
{Duo!} Heero cried, making his way to the unconscious form of his lover, a thick pool of red seeping down onto the floor. {Go after the shooter!} Heero commanded. Trowa and Quatre immediately took off in flight out the front door. Wufei had the most medical training, so he could help Heero.
They got the boy onto the kitchen floor, lying him down and tearing open his shirt. Three holes, one in the stomach, one in the left shoulder, and another in the left side of his chest.
Right over his heart.
Duo was shot in the heart.
He was going to die.
Duo was going to die.
{NO!} Heero screamed in his mind, applying pressure to the bleeding wounds. He closed his eyes and popped his wings, pushing his consciousness into the boy's mind, searching for his fire.
Barely flickering, and growing weaker every moment, he moved his mind into Duo's chest, where the shot had surely nicked his heart. It beat erratically, spurting blood out. Some foreign object preventing the wound from healing where Heero commanded it to.
There, a bullet, nine millimeters, from a handgun, lodged into Duo's flesh, it was just there. It had to come out. Seconds were ticking by, and Heero saw Duo's blood everywhere. He placed a hand on the bare chest, over the hole. Blood trickled out around his fingers and spilled across his love's skin, onto the floor. It was collecting there, from all three wounds. Blood, too much blood.
Heero's mind flashed to the visions he'd seen from Duo when they were in the forest together. This is what he'd seen, and if he was right thus far, Duo was already as good as dead.
Then Heero had an idea.
{Wufei, quickly, I need Quatre, now!}
The Chinese pilot took off to fetch him, but Heero found him first with his mind. {Quatre! I need you here, hurry! Duo's going to die!}
Heero kept applying pressure to the most serious of the three wounds, but more blood than he'd thought one person could have leaked and spurted from the other two, and Duo's life was almost gone, he had about two minutes left at best. The boy's skin had grown pale, and Heero poured his own life into the silky-haired, dying pilot, keeping him alive by allowing him to feed off of his own life force. He could feel himself being rapidly drained, but he knew that Duo's survival was much more important.
{Heero, tell me what to do!} Quatre screeched into the Japanese boy's mind, running into the kitchen.
{I need the bullets out so I can try to heal him, try to control his telekinesis and pull them out with your mind.}
Quatre slipped quietly and instantly into a trance, although Heero could see his consciousness drift into Duo, searching his mind quickly for the source of the power that could save his life.
/There./ Quatre took hold, and forced the ability upon his own mind, concentrating on pulling the bullet out of his heart. He reached and pulled, but it wouldn't budge, as it was lodged in one of the injured boy's ribs. He tried twisting the bullet.
The clock ticked.
It yanked out with an audible groan of shifting bones, and slowly moved to the surface of Duo's chest, poking back through the entry wound, even as Heero assaulted the place with two massive spheres of healing energy. The valve began to close, and the force of blood flowing from the wound was less than half as strong, but it was far from saving Duo's life, Heero knew. He pushed as much energy as he could into the hole, and saw it closing, painfully slowly. Breathing heavily, he closed his eyes and drew up another set of glowing spheres to force upon the battered chest before him. He wasn't sure if his braided angel was even breathing anymore, but he knew that if he didn't repair his heart, then all would be lost. After a few seconds, his hands tingled once more with what seemed to be a substantial amount of power.
"Don't die on me koi," Heero rasped thickly as he sent the power flowing into Duo. It was so strong that the unconscious DeathScythe pilot's back actually arched with impact, but heero was pleased to see that not only did the frightening crimson liquid cease its flowing, but the skin even repaired itself, becoming smooth, however sickly pale, and a tiny sunken impression was left. Upon closer inspection, it proved to be a heart shaped scar, and it looked permanent.
Heero disregarded such minor things as scars, concentrating on the next problem, his love's stomach. It appeared a huge mess, gushing blood and some other things outward, nearly as much as his heart wound had. Fortunately, Quatre had already removed the bullet, but Heero needed over thirty seconds to drag up enough power to heal the damage, and by now his own life supply was running low. He was having trouble breathing, and his own chest ached painfully. He imagined that this was part of his empathic power, connected so closely as he was to Duo, that he actually felt the physical pain, although he was trying to block it out. That was impossible, because he had been letting the boy's body feed off of his life force, and it only strengthened their bond.
Heero breathlessly forced one fistful of glowing blue-white power into Duo's abdomen. Some of the guts and things drew back inward, but not much had appeared to have happened. Venturing forth with his mind, he discovered that the inside was wrecked horribly, intestines and other organs he couldn't identify from this vantage point were destroyed, and his blast had gone into repairing those before doing much else. The fluids from his intestine and the other organs were pushed out of the shot wound in a great, watery lump when Heero assaulted once more, his ball of heated power significantly smaller this time around.
Quatre noticed that he had slumped over Duo's form, and was pressing his hands directly to the boy's stomach, sending jolts and bursts of power directly into him. The skin slowly crept shut over the hole, and Heero slipped into unconsciousness for a moment, his head falling forward into a pool of cooling dark red blood. He sat quickly up only a moment later, eyes unfocussing, head swaying, and vomited into the blood on the floor beside Duo. His face dripped with blood not his own, and it was quite obvious that he had nothing left.
"Quatre…we have-have…to…get him to a hospital…I can't…do it." Even as he spoke, Heero had placed his bloody hands over Duo's shoulder, and Qautre watched, caught between being frightened and being awed as the Japanese boy, whose white wings drooped and were covered in red, summoned yet another spark of power. As he delivered, he fell down beside Duo and was unconscious, and Quatre knew he wouldn't be getting up this time.

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Trowa flew through the torrential blowing snow, partially blinded by it. Wufei was searching close by, but had gone out of his range of vision, and he did not feel his presence very strongly. An occasional flash of fire showed he was still around.
The shooter.
He had to find him. Whoever he was, he would not escape the pursuit of the angry Silencer, who flew after a rapidly disappearing trail of footprints in the snow. He peered into a large stand of scrubby pine trees, their gnarled, twisted trunks and bursts of sharp needles forming an obvious hideaway, to which the footprints lead. With practiced skill, Trowa pitched a landing in the snow by swooping quickly downwards in a silent fury of brown and gold feathers. A cloud of loose, powdery snow was kicked up into the air as he beat the snow away from in front of his feet with his wings before folding them onto his back and entering the thicket, which turned out to be bigger than it had looked from the air.
Inside there was no wind, and bare dirt paled through a thin layer of light, dry snow that had sprinkled down from the treetops overhead. Branches swept down, claw-like, groping at the feathers of his wings, which he pulled inward to protect.
A movement deeper into the trees caught his attention, and he reflexively hid himself in the illusion of a scraggly pine tree. He would not be seen until he wanted to be seen, if at all, the non-existent thought-shape encircling him like a hologram.
He was small, Trowa concluded, by the thin, high sound of the shooter's breathing. /He's coming!/ the quiet pilot thought to himself, as the one who had the audacity to shoot Duo stepped towards where he was crouched.
Trowa's jaw dropped in shock at the sight.

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