~~~ This story is hereby dedicated to Emily Hato for her
continuous support, without whose encouragement I would probably not have
continued past the third chapter, and because she's just awesome. ~~~
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The Transitive Property of Disclaiming:
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Me=Does not own Gundam Wing
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Duo didn't toss very long on the ground, but rather opened his eyes to look at the stony street beneath him. The sun had already risen, and the light cast gold upon the plainness of the ground. Slowly, the captive turned to one side and the blur of the assassins' shoes. He watched as the golden brown sneakers became more distinguishable from the same colored stones beneath them. He heard a slight rustling and a few clicks of something mechanical above him, as there seemed to be some hasty shuffling. It took Duo nearly ten seconds to remember exactly -why- he was there, on the ground, in a place he couldn't recognize, looking at what was perhaps the most unattractive pair of sneakers he'd ever seen.
"Dammnit!" Duo growled as he propped himself up with a bruised hand from behind. Clenching his teeth, his head turned sharply upwards, "Y-you!" Duo shuffled himself quickly back with his feet in shock, presently hitting a wall, but he didn't bother to look behind him for a second way out. Instead, he glared ahead.
He looked at Heero's figure, noticing first and foremost the gun tucked in the waist of tight shorts and fear crept over him. He realized, then, that he was completely helpless. He had just made a deal with the devil, or so it seemed. Treize was close enough in his book. To threaten Solo like that, there was no choice for him. Duo sighed, standing up slowly, refusing to raise his eyes from the road.
Heero continued glaring dangerously at the beaten figure rising up against the wall before him.
"So, you're not going to kill me?" Duo asked, chuckling slightly with sadness, "I'd thought for sure Treize would have done it by now. Well, you might as well get it over with. It's not like I have anything to live for." He cringed, eyes closed, awaiting the worst. After a few awkward seconds, he looked back ahead, where the assassin hadn't even drawn his gun, "What are you waiting for!" Duo yelled, flinging his hands out in aggravation, "Get it over with already! I already decided Solo's life is more important then mine!"
Heero was taken a little aback, although he showed no sign of it. That was the name of the older boy who was injured in their last meeting. Heero couldn't understand why someone would someone give their own life for another. It didn't make sense to him. He could think of no one he would be willing to sacrifice himself for. He hadn't thought about the threat Treize imposed upon the braided one. All that mattered was that this person was in his control. Heero still couldn't understand this idea of sacrifice. It was irrational, it was . . . he looked at the small figure in front of him and watched as a tear of frustration and sorrow made a small damp spot on a stone below the braided one.
"Treize does not wish your death." Heero finally answered, not knowing what else to say. It would make his mission much more difficult if he told the captive his true intentions.
"The hell he doesn't." Duo retorted, developing an even stronger distrust towards the assassin. He spun around hatefully, "Well, suppose he doesn't want to kill me. Why are you here? Babysitting?"
Heero glared dangerously. He was really starting to detest this young man, because he was right. That was exactly what he was doing. However, agitated as Heero had become, he chose to ignore that last comment.
"You told Trieze that you would work for him, correct?" Heero asked stoically, with a tangy taste of annoyance underneath. Duo turned angrily, "I was -forced-."
"It is my mission to train you." The assassin stared at the returning face of the thief.
"And if I refuse?" Duo asked quietly.
". . . Solo dies. Those are my orders." Heero said emotionlessly. Duo's expression turned blank for a minute. He couldn't let Solo die; he would never forgive himself, but what did Heero mean by 'train'? Train to -kill-? Duo's head spun. He couldn't kill anyone to save Solo. This was so twisted. That's the reason he left in the first place. What could he do?
Duo thought a moment. This young assassin he was with was certainly very experienced in his art, with sharp senses and a mind to match. It was clear of that, Duo knew by just looking at him, but he quickly realized his advantage. The perfect assassin had never been up against the perfect thief. Duo knew everything there was about hiding, stealing, stealth, and ultimately remaining unseen. Shaking off one assassin with experience shouldn't be difficult, Duo thought.
As soon as the assassin isn't looking, his gun is as good as stolen. Duo was sure that wouldn't be a problem. He didn't know how to handle the thing, and didn't expect to use it, but rendering the young man weaponless would at least buy him some time to go back and defend Solo. That was the plan. It gave him the only the slightest expectation.
Heero merely watched as the melancholy visage turned slightly pensive, and then empty again, with only the slightest tinge of hope.
"I should be dead, you know." Duo stated.
"Hn. Then you consent." Heero returned, rummaging inside the small sack he carried for a piece of bread that he hungrily bit into. Looking at the
Duo's face regained some of it's color upon looking at the small bit of food he was offered, but he refused it at once, " . . . let's get one thing clear, first. I don't make deals with death. I am death. The God of death."
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Zechs stepped into square, now brimming with morning light. The shadows were cast along the protruding streets and the weary ex-soldier peered around, looking for a sign of anything that might lead him to the Dauphin. True, Solo cared a great deal for the young thief, but that was not Zech's motivation. All that mattered was that Treize didn't find him and kill the Dauphin, and Zechs refused to fool himself into believing Duo was who mattered to him. However selfish that sounds, but Zechs knew that already.
The blonde sighed as well as he could and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. He'd been running for so long, but he was almost certain Treize would come here . . . the old revolutionary meeting place. . . where so many had died. It was this square. If he intended to draw blood, there would be stains here.
"Good", Zechs said quietly to himself, relieved, as nothing shone with anything more in the square then morning light, "They haven't found him yet. There's still time."
With that, he headed off down one of the adjoining streets. The Dauphin had gone looking for trouble, and without a doubt, trouble would find him rather sooner than later. That young assassin was still more powerful then him. Zechs knew it, too, but he wasn't going to give up so easily.
Still running, he accidentally hit a metal trash container to the right and it rang out over the street. Zechs only stopped when he heard the sounds of an angry child from behind. Turning, the blond watched the young girl started yelling at him how she was trying to sleep and he should pay more respect, and attention to where he was running. In fact, she was yelling obscenities that she really shouldn't know until she was at least 13.
Calming the young girl down with a solemn apology, Zechs knelt down to the little thief, who seemed a little stunned at the respect he was showing her. No one ever actually listened. Perhaps that was why she was so bitter.
"What's your name?" He asked quietly.
"Mari. What's it to you?" The read-head struggled with her instinct to run.
"Do you know of a young man not unlike yourself by the name Duo?" He asked carefully to the auburn-haired youth. Her eyes lit with joy that she had a connection to this man, but backed away instantly for fear. It was not like Duo to keep friends in such high places without ever mentioning it . . . especially friends with guns . . . Mari eyed the weapon with skepticism.
"Yea. How do you know 'im?" She asked, slowly putting her left foot in a comfortable turning position in case she needed to leave quickly. The man was big, and she knew she wouldn't be easy to catch, so she could stand safely without too much fear aside from the gun that was a little too close for comfort.
"It's important that you listen to me, Mari," Zechs said solemnly, as he saw the girl was ready to run, "Duo is in trouble. Some bad people want to kill him. It's important for me to know if you've seen him at all this past night?"
Mari's hair shone red as she stepped from him and into the sunlight, "I don't believe you." She said plainly.
"You have to believe me!" Zechs snapped, "There is no other way! It's too long to explain, but Duo is in trouble, and you simply must tell me where you last saw him, or else he could die! Mari, do you understand?!" He said with conviction, but without raising his voice or showing sign of hostility. The young girl looked frightened, but managed to shake her head at the older man all the same.
". . . He never goes anywhere without Solo." She smiled confidently as she turned to leave, "They'll be fine as long as they're together. You can bet your life on it, mister."
"They're not together. Solo's injured, and staying at the 'Calme en Nantes'!" Zechs called after her loudly, and Mari spun around disbelievingly.
"That place on 2ed Avenue? You aren't serious." She told Zechs, staring at him almost fearfully. She had known the pair for years, and this didn't sound like them at all to be involved in such dangerous matters. Neither of them did any more than petty stealing, and Mari simply couldn't understand why someone would be after them.
"That's why you have to tell me if you've seen Duo this past night! I can guarantee another run-in with Treize will end Duo in a much worse condition than Solo's.
"Treize?" Mari asked dazedly, "Solo's condition? What happened?" She was beginning to believe him, and she figured all she could do was believe him . . . innocent until proven guilty. She'd have to pay a visit to this inn of theirs. If he was telling the truth, she could stay with Solo. If he wasn't, then Solo and Duo would be together and everything would be okay, unless . . .
"You don't need to know. Where's Duo?" Zechs asked quickly,
"How do I know you're not this 'Trieze' guy?" Mari asked intelligently, and Zechs was a bit surprised, and then angered. He hadn't thought of that possibility.
"I don't know! You've just got to believe me!" He hissed impatiently. He didn't have time for these games. They were going to find the Dauphin, and they were going to kill him. There was nothing he could do about it at this point. . . and all because of this stupid little girl. He clenched his fists. "Come with me!" He ordered. Mari was taken aback as he grabbed her hand and began leading her hurriedly eastward, where the sun was rising.
She looked up at her captor, a little frightened, but continued to run, almost dragging behind him. What if he was actually telling the truth . . . should she risk Duo's life and tell them what she saw? . . . but wasn't she doing that either way?
Mari supposed by the manner in which she was being led that she would find out what was the right thing to do soon enough, for sure.
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On some other road off the square . . .
"Still won't speak, eh? Well, okay, here we go on the next round . . . Nine hundred fourty two bottles of beer on the waaall, Nine hundred fourty two bottles of beeeeeeeeer! Take one down, pass it around, Nine hundred eig- gah!" Duo stopped abruptly as he was choked by his own shirt-collar that was taken hold of. Lifted quite threateningly, Duo looked sheepishly into fierce blue eyes that showed the last straw had broken. "Hey, man. I'll stop. You just had to ask . . ." Heero let the captive down reluctantly.
Dusting off his shirtfront, the young thief sighed. "Not one word." He paused for drama, and it's not like he was getting a response, "You've been leading me around this infernal city for what seems like hours and not one word since we left. Where the hell are we going, anyway?"
Heero continued ahead, grunting his disapproval. He was thinking the exact opposite. How could one person possibly be as irritating as this one? He had many missions before, and some were difficult. He had to sneak into plenty of diplomatic gatherings for his kill, he had to go undercover in the country and work on a farm in sweltering heat to get the information he needed. But none of these tasks could ever match the difficulty he rated this mission. Nothing. He tried to block out the incessant chatter and tedious noise, but this was simply unbearable. Heero had difficulty not pulling his gun out and finishing his job just like he was supposed to have done in the first place at times, but Heero managed to contain his temper for the time being. Underneath it all, he thought it was a little comforting to have a companion, however much of an inconvenience . . . but he would never admit to it, of course.
" . . . Well, if you're not going to tell me where we're going, and you're not going to tell me why, then you might at least tell me your name."
"I don't see the point in that." He announced emotionlessly.
"It speaks!"
Heero glared dangerously at his companion.
"Well, fine. Not like I care, or anything." Duo crossed his arms, and they both continued walking in silence.
Duo glanced over at the assassin. The gun was within arm's reach, he needed only to create a distraction of some sort . . . anything. The thief looked around the street, and looked at his assets. Wooden hanging sign, but that wouldn't be very useful, well, unless he knocked it over the other guys head and it cased brain damage and . . . not a good idea, he decided. He saw an climbable side of a building. Easy escape idea, but it wasn't going to do him much good . . . since they just passed it!
Heero, still walking alongside Duo, looked over at his companion, who had a very pensive gaze on. He knew the young braided one was planning an escape. It was not only on every one of his features, but also had been accounted for in Heero's plan. They weren't headed anywhere, actually. He knew that his 'student' would get away as soon as possible, as Heero knew that he would do in this exact situation . . . and he had done, successfully. However, none of Heero's previous captors had been prepared.
The gun that Duo had been glancing at from time to time had been unloaded very quickly before the braided one had awakened. The threat of him holding one was enough to keep the young thief in line, but if not, he could always best him in strength. Heero also expected the re-possession of his weapon, being skilled as the young thief was sure to be to have eluded him thus far. Heero planned to roam around the city with no particular destination until the escape had already been attempted and stopped. The assassin looked back at his companion who was now smiling insanely. He thought he accounted for everything at least . . .
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Kris Yamaki: I'm just a little offended by your review. I'm sorry that you don't like shounen ai. I originally didn't start this out to be that way, but it is slightly but it could work both ways. You could see it as friendship. I'm not going to go into it that much and it won't really effect the plot very much. I understand why you might not want to read this story anymore after hearing this, but I really don't understand why this idea would be so great for Heero and Relena and not as I have it. I agree, Heero is being evil, but this story is more about him than you may think right now and I can't very well kill him off before he plays his role. As always, thanks for the review.
Emily Hato: Look, it's only March. Not bad, if I do say so . . . ::smiles:: I shall try to follow your example and update more often, and I think you'll like the next chapter. I have a very evil cliffhanger in store. Now, I must turn around and tell you to update, and thank you for the motivation! Thank you! ^ ^
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The Transitive Property of Disclaiming:
Me=Poor
Poor=Does not own Gundam Wing
Me=Does not own Gundam Wing
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Continue:
Duo didn't toss very long on the ground, but rather opened his eyes to look at the stony street beneath him. The sun had already risen, and the light cast gold upon the plainness of the ground. Slowly, the captive turned to one side and the blur of the assassins' shoes. He watched as the golden brown sneakers became more distinguishable from the same colored stones beneath them. He heard a slight rustling and a few clicks of something mechanical above him, as there seemed to be some hasty shuffling. It took Duo nearly ten seconds to remember exactly -why- he was there, on the ground, in a place he couldn't recognize, looking at what was perhaps the most unattractive pair of sneakers he'd ever seen.
"Dammnit!" Duo growled as he propped himself up with a bruised hand from behind. Clenching his teeth, his head turned sharply upwards, "Y-you!" Duo shuffled himself quickly back with his feet in shock, presently hitting a wall, but he didn't bother to look behind him for a second way out. Instead, he glared ahead.
He looked at Heero's figure, noticing first and foremost the gun tucked in the waist of tight shorts and fear crept over him. He realized, then, that he was completely helpless. He had just made a deal with the devil, or so it seemed. Treize was close enough in his book. To threaten Solo like that, there was no choice for him. Duo sighed, standing up slowly, refusing to raise his eyes from the road.
Heero continued glaring dangerously at the beaten figure rising up against the wall before him.
"So, you're not going to kill me?" Duo asked, chuckling slightly with sadness, "I'd thought for sure Treize would have done it by now. Well, you might as well get it over with. It's not like I have anything to live for." He cringed, eyes closed, awaiting the worst. After a few awkward seconds, he looked back ahead, where the assassin hadn't even drawn his gun, "What are you waiting for!" Duo yelled, flinging his hands out in aggravation, "Get it over with already! I already decided Solo's life is more important then mine!"
Heero was taken a little aback, although he showed no sign of it. That was the name of the older boy who was injured in their last meeting. Heero couldn't understand why someone would someone give their own life for another. It didn't make sense to him. He could think of no one he would be willing to sacrifice himself for. He hadn't thought about the threat Treize imposed upon the braided one. All that mattered was that this person was in his control. Heero still couldn't understand this idea of sacrifice. It was irrational, it was . . . he looked at the small figure in front of him and watched as a tear of frustration and sorrow made a small damp spot on a stone below the braided one.
"Treize does not wish your death." Heero finally answered, not knowing what else to say. It would make his mission much more difficult if he told the captive his true intentions.
"The hell he doesn't." Duo retorted, developing an even stronger distrust towards the assassin. He spun around hatefully, "Well, suppose he doesn't want to kill me. Why are you here? Babysitting?"
Heero glared dangerously. He was really starting to detest this young man, because he was right. That was exactly what he was doing. However, agitated as Heero had become, he chose to ignore that last comment.
"You told Trieze that you would work for him, correct?" Heero asked stoically, with a tangy taste of annoyance underneath. Duo turned angrily, "I was -forced-."
"It is my mission to train you." The assassin stared at the returning face of the thief.
"And if I refuse?" Duo asked quietly.
". . . Solo dies. Those are my orders." Heero said emotionlessly. Duo's expression turned blank for a minute. He couldn't let Solo die; he would never forgive himself, but what did Heero mean by 'train'? Train to -kill-? Duo's head spun. He couldn't kill anyone to save Solo. This was so twisted. That's the reason he left in the first place. What could he do?
Duo thought a moment. This young assassin he was with was certainly very experienced in his art, with sharp senses and a mind to match. It was clear of that, Duo knew by just looking at him, but he quickly realized his advantage. The perfect assassin had never been up against the perfect thief. Duo knew everything there was about hiding, stealing, stealth, and ultimately remaining unseen. Shaking off one assassin with experience shouldn't be difficult, Duo thought.
As soon as the assassin isn't looking, his gun is as good as stolen. Duo was sure that wouldn't be a problem. He didn't know how to handle the thing, and didn't expect to use it, but rendering the young man weaponless would at least buy him some time to go back and defend Solo. That was the plan. It gave him the only the slightest expectation.
Heero merely watched as the melancholy visage turned slightly pensive, and then empty again, with only the slightest tinge of hope.
"I should be dead, you know." Duo stated.
"Hn. Then you consent." Heero returned, rummaging inside the small sack he carried for a piece of bread that he hungrily bit into. Looking at the
Duo's face regained some of it's color upon looking at the small bit of food he was offered, but he refused it at once, " . . . let's get one thing clear, first. I don't make deals with death. I am death. The God of death."
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Zechs stepped into square, now brimming with morning light. The shadows were cast along the protruding streets and the weary ex-soldier peered around, looking for a sign of anything that might lead him to the Dauphin. True, Solo cared a great deal for the young thief, but that was not Zech's motivation. All that mattered was that Treize didn't find him and kill the Dauphin, and Zechs refused to fool himself into believing Duo was who mattered to him. However selfish that sounds, but Zechs knew that already.
The blonde sighed as well as he could and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. He'd been running for so long, but he was almost certain Treize would come here . . . the old revolutionary meeting place. . . where so many had died. It was this square. If he intended to draw blood, there would be stains here.
"Good", Zechs said quietly to himself, relieved, as nothing shone with anything more in the square then morning light, "They haven't found him yet. There's still time."
With that, he headed off down one of the adjoining streets. The Dauphin had gone looking for trouble, and without a doubt, trouble would find him rather sooner than later. That young assassin was still more powerful then him. Zechs knew it, too, but he wasn't going to give up so easily.
Still running, he accidentally hit a metal trash container to the right and it rang out over the street. Zechs only stopped when he heard the sounds of an angry child from behind. Turning, the blond watched the young girl started yelling at him how she was trying to sleep and he should pay more respect, and attention to where he was running. In fact, she was yelling obscenities that she really shouldn't know until she was at least 13.
Calming the young girl down with a solemn apology, Zechs knelt down to the little thief, who seemed a little stunned at the respect he was showing her. No one ever actually listened. Perhaps that was why she was so bitter.
"What's your name?" He asked quietly.
"Mari. What's it to you?" The read-head struggled with her instinct to run.
"Do you know of a young man not unlike yourself by the name Duo?" He asked carefully to the auburn-haired youth. Her eyes lit with joy that she had a connection to this man, but backed away instantly for fear. It was not like Duo to keep friends in such high places without ever mentioning it . . . especially friends with guns . . . Mari eyed the weapon with skepticism.
"Yea. How do you know 'im?" She asked, slowly putting her left foot in a comfortable turning position in case she needed to leave quickly. The man was big, and she knew she wouldn't be easy to catch, so she could stand safely without too much fear aside from the gun that was a little too close for comfort.
"It's important that you listen to me, Mari," Zechs said solemnly, as he saw the girl was ready to run, "Duo is in trouble. Some bad people want to kill him. It's important for me to know if you've seen him at all this past night?"
Mari's hair shone red as she stepped from him and into the sunlight, "I don't believe you." She said plainly.
"You have to believe me!" Zechs snapped, "There is no other way! It's too long to explain, but Duo is in trouble, and you simply must tell me where you last saw him, or else he could die! Mari, do you understand?!" He said with conviction, but without raising his voice or showing sign of hostility. The young girl looked frightened, but managed to shake her head at the older man all the same.
". . . He never goes anywhere without Solo." She smiled confidently as she turned to leave, "They'll be fine as long as they're together. You can bet your life on it, mister."
"They're not together. Solo's injured, and staying at the 'Calme en Nantes'!" Zechs called after her loudly, and Mari spun around disbelievingly.
"That place on 2ed Avenue? You aren't serious." She told Zechs, staring at him almost fearfully. She had known the pair for years, and this didn't sound like them at all to be involved in such dangerous matters. Neither of them did any more than petty stealing, and Mari simply couldn't understand why someone would be after them.
"That's why you have to tell me if you've seen Duo this past night! I can guarantee another run-in with Treize will end Duo in a much worse condition than Solo's.
"Treize?" Mari asked dazedly, "Solo's condition? What happened?" She was beginning to believe him, and she figured all she could do was believe him . . . innocent until proven guilty. She'd have to pay a visit to this inn of theirs. If he was telling the truth, she could stay with Solo. If he wasn't, then Solo and Duo would be together and everything would be okay, unless . . .
"You don't need to know. Where's Duo?" Zechs asked quickly,
"How do I know you're not this 'Trieze' guy?" Mari asked intelligently, and Zechs was a bit surprised, and then angered. He hadn't thought of that possibility.
"I don't know! You've just got to believe me!" He hissed impatiently. He didn't have time for these games. They were going to find the Dauphin, and they were going to kill him. There was nothing he could do about it at this point. . . and all because of this stupid little girl. He clenched his fists. "Come with me!" He ordered. Mari was taken aback as he grabbed her hand and began leading her hurriedly eastward, where the sun was rising.
She looked up at her captor, a little frightened, but continued to run, almost dragging behind him. What if he was actually telling the truth . . . should she risk Duo's life and tell them what she saw? . . . but wasn't she doing that either way?
Mari supposed by the manner in which she was being led that she would find out what was the right thing to do soon enough, for sure.
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On some other road off the square . . .
"Still won't speak, eh? Well, okay, here we go on the next round . . . Nine hundred fourty two bottles of beer on the waaall, Nine hundred fourty two bottles of beeeeeeeeer! Take one down, pass it around, Nine hundred eig- gah!" Duo stopped abruptly as he was choked by his own shirt-collar that was taken hold of. Lifted quite threateningly, Duo looked sheepishly into fierce blue eyes that showed the last straw had broken. "Hey, man. I'll stop. You just had to ask . . ." Heero let the captive down reluctantly.
Dusting off his shirtfront, the young thief sighed. "Not one word." He paused for drama, and it's not like he was getting a response, "You've been leading me around this infernal city for what seems like hours and not one word since we left. Where the hell are we going, anyway?"
Heero continued ahead, grunting his disapproval. He was thinking the exact opposite. How could one person possibly be as irritating as this one? He had many missions before, and some were difficult. He had to sneak into plenty of diplomatic gatherings for his kill, he had to go undercover in the country and work on a farm in sweltering heat to get the information he needed. But none of these tasks could ever match the difficulty he rated this mission. Nothing. He tried to block out the incessant chatter and tedious noise, but this was simply unbearable. Heero had difficulty not pulling his gun out and finishing his job just like he was supposed to have done in the first place at times, but Heero managed to contain his temper for the time being. Underneath it all, he thought it was a little comforting to have a companion, however much of an inconvenience . . . but he would never admit to it, of course.
" . . . Well, if you're not going to tell me where we're going, and you're not going to tell me why, then you might at least tell me your name."
"I don't see the point in that." He announced emotionlessly.
"It speaks!"
Heero glared dangerously at his companion.
"Well, fine. Not like I care, or anything." Duo crossed his arms, and they both continued walking in silence.
Duo glanced over at the assassin. The gun was within arm's reach, he needed only to create a distraction of some sort . . . anything. The thief looked around the street, and looked at his assets. Wooden hanging sign, but that wouldn't be very useful, well, unless he knocked it over the other guys head and it cased brain damage and . . . not a good idea, he decided. He saw an climbable side of a building. Easy escape idea, but it wasn't going to do him much good . . . since they just passed it!
Heero, still walking alongside Duo, looked over at his companion, who had a very pensive gaze on. He knew the young braided one was planning an escape. It was not only on every one of his features, but also had been accounted for in Heero's plan. They weren't headed anywhere, actually. He knew that his 'student' would get away as soon as possible, as Heero knew that he would do in this exact situation . . . and he had done, successfully. However, none of Heero's previous captors had been prepared.
The gun that Duo had been glancing at from time to time had been unloaded very quickly before the braided one had awakened. The threat of him holding one was enough to keep the young thief in line, but if not, he could always best him in strength. Heero also expected the re-possession of his weapon, being skilled as the young thief was sure to be to have eluded him thus far. Heero planned to roam around the city with no particular destination until the escape had already been attempted and stopped. The assassin looked back at his companion who was now smiling insanely. He thought he accounted for everything at least . . .
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Kris Yamaki: I'm just a little offended by your review. I'm sorry that you don't like shounen ai. I originally didn't start this out to be that way, but it is slightly but it could work both ways. You could see it as friendship. I'm not going to go into it that much and it won't really effect the plot very much. I understand why you might not want to read this story anymore after hearing this, but I really don't understand why this idea would be so great for Heero and Relena and not as I have it. I agree, Heero is being evil, but this story is more about him than you may think right now and I can't very well kill him off before he plays his role. As always, thanks for the review.
Emily Hato: Look, it's only March. Not bad, if I do say so . . . ::smiles:: I shall try to follow your example and update more often, and I think you'll like the next chapter. I have a very evil cliffhanger in store. Now, I must turn around and tell you to update, and thank you for the motivation! Thank you! ^ ^