Safe House
Shinko
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Warning: YAOI! Don't know what it means? Well, I suggest that you t00b off and find out before reading this fic.
A/N: I'm sorry that I broke my promise and didn't have it up when I had planned to, but I got super busy with school, the beginnings of bronchitis, and the dreaded Writer's Block. I must have gone through at least twenty different ideas on how the opening paragraph should be. I finally decided on this one though. I was too tired to think of any new ideas.
Dedication: Kat
Sources of information:
Guns and Shooting Online -
Heero looked up from the heated mush he was eating when he heard the thump the snoring pilot made as he fell off of the ratty cot. Heero sighed, put the bowl of mush onto the small wooden table, and got up to go check on Duo.
Duo hadn't seemed to mind that he had fallen on the floor, Heero decided, seeing as Duo had continued sleeping like nothing had happened. In fact, Duo hadn't even broken his snoring or soft muttering of American Curses under his breath. Heero smiled then left Duo on the floor and went back to his mush.
Heero sat down on his rolled up tank top and picked up his mush off the table. It tasted a bit like what the Braided American on the floor would call grits. It wasn't a bad taste it just needed butter. But, Heero couldn't find any butter in his supplies or those of the cabins. So he would have to suffice with the plain mush.
After he finished his mush Heero went in search of his gun. It would need to be cleaned after being wet and frozen even though it was for the most part weather-resistant. If he left it in its current condition it could backfire. That could be a liability to his mission. And it wouldn't be so hot to shoot himself while trying to put a hole in someone else. Heero had a feeling that it could complicate things. So he went in search of the gun.
Heero liked his gun. Heero's main gun was the Gaston Glock. The model had proved to be extremely durable, reliable, pleasant to shoot, and nicely weather-resistant. Heero's glock was guaranteed to be able to hold 17 magazine cartridges and it had a very highly designed 4.49" barrel. The parameters Heero's gun was supposed to meet were that the magazine must have a capacity of at least eight rounds. It needed to be able to be used right or left-handed. It had to be safe under all circumstances. It must be possible to maintain, field strip, and clean the pistol without the use of tools. All of the parts must be interchangeable without adjustment. The pistol had to pass a stringent 15,000 round firing test as well as a proof test at the completion of the 15,000 round test, and when the pistol is handled properly the user must not be endangered by case ejection. Heero's glock model was the best glock model that money could buy.
Heero found his gun at the bottom of the bag, under his spare clothes. Because of the gun's tenifer coated steel and polymer plastic it had hardly rusted at all. Still it would be good for Heero to clean it anyway. It was something that any good soldier would do and Heero found the process of cleaning his weapons comforting. He needed a bit of comfort after what he had done last night. Even if he had been just sharing body heat to save Duo's life. What had he been thinking? Heero had woken up in the middle of the night gripping onto Duo like he was the last stable thing on earth and liking it. And he had been quite embarrassed to find that other parts of his anatomy had liked it as well. Heero had been mortified and had quickly scrambled off the cot and onto the floor next to the fire. He had slept on the wooden floor for the remainder of the night.
As soon as Heero finished cleaning his gun back to perfection he went in search of something that they could use to bathe in. Heero search the adjoining room that had turned out to be a bathroom as well as a storage room and found a small metal basin that could be filled with heated water and used as a tub, as well a wall covered with a large pile of wood. A bath would make Duo feel a bit warmer and the fire wouldn't hurt as well. Heero had been down to unthreading the weavings on the chair to keep the fire going. It was a double blessing.
Heero pulled to basin into the main room of the cabin. On the far wall there was a sink as well as other things such as a stove, but as Heero had discovered was broken. Besides the sink was the only thing that he would actually need. Heero pulled the basin over to the sink and set it down. Heero turned the faucet and nothing came out. Heero mentally berated himself. Of course nothing would come out, he should have guessed that with the blizzard blowing ever on and on that the pipes would have frozen long before they had ever gotten there. Heero knew that he couldn't waste the water that he had stored in the bottles so he would have to get water somewhere else. Heero looked out the window and smiled slightly. Snow and ice, both states of water; Heero could fill the basin with snow and melt it beside the fire. Duo would have a warm bath after all.
After Heero took the barricade down from around the door he lugged the basin out through it. The snow came down fast and hard that it blinded Heero instantly. With one hand holding the basin and one hand scooping the snow into it, Heero started his mission.
Heero scooped as fast as he could, trying to fill the basin with the right amount of snow. When he decided that he had enough, he grabbed both sides of the basin with his numb hands and dragged it through the snow back into the cabin. Heero removed his wet boots and his coat and shook off any snow that had been nesting in his hair. Heero barricaded the door again and started pulling the basin over to the fire.
After Heero had placed the basin close enough to the fire to melt the snow fast enough for his liking, Heero went to sit next to Duo to pass the time. Duo was cuddled deeper into his twisted blankets and was snoring loudly. Heero didn't mind the snoring. Sure, it had irritated the hell out of him when Duo had first became his roommate, but as time went on Heero had grown used to it. Heero had grown so used to hearing the snoring that he had trouble falling asleep without it. Heero looked over at Duo again and noticed that while he had been thinking the boy had curled even deeper and the only thing that Heero could see of him was the top of his head. Heero nearly laughed at the sight, the top off Duo's head lost in a sea of lumpy blankets. It was cute. That was the only word Heero could think of that would describe the situation.
Heero took one more look at Duo and stood to go check on the basin. All of the cold, fluffy snow had melting into clear liquid that looked as though it were in the beginning stage of boiling. Heero quickly moved the basin away from the fire so it wouldn't boil and then went back over to Duo.
Heero hadn't bothered Duo at all in fear of waking him. Duo needed all the sleep he could get and Heero wasn't going to deprive it of him. But now that Heero was going to wake Duo anyway he felt Duo's forehead. It was warm, the first stages of a fever, but it hadn't grown. And fever was a good thing, it meant that Duo's body was warming up and was no longer in danger of freezing. "Duo?" Heero asked. Duo didn't answer, instead the braided boy buried deeper into the blankets as though he were trying to avoid Heero's voice. But Heero was persistent and continued to speak Duo's name and nudge him as well. Duo finally let out a loud string of curses and opened his eyes. His wide violets searched the room frantically until they settled upon Heero and realization dawned in them. "Heero?" The boy asked his voice hoarse. "Where are we?" He seemed like his normal self. Asking questions all the time, always needing to know everything. Heero decided that it would be fair to answer his question. "We're in a safe house to the west of Tatu." Heero answered Duo. Duo only raised an eyebrow. "Like I'm supposed to know where Tuta is?"
"Tatu."
"Yeah, whatever. Anyway, what happened to me? I feel like ten pounds of shit in a five-pound bag that was run over twice."
"We had an accident. The truck slid on black ice."
"Damn, I can't remember."
"I'm not surprised. You were thrown through the windshield."
"I was?"
"Why would I say you were if you weren't."
"I don't have a clue."
"That's not surprising."
"Argh, you know what I meant."
"Yes, I know what you meant."
"Good. So why'd you wake me up?"
"You need a bath." With that Heero pointed a finger to the basin. Duo's eyes widened slightly. "In that?"
"Well, what else?"
"Is it cold water?"
"No. It's been warmed, but by the time you stop complaining and actually get in, the water might be cold."
Duo stood up and swayed for a moment. "Wow, guess I'm a tad dizzy."
"Let me see your eyes." Heero said as he took hold of Duo's chin. Heero examined Duo's eyes carefully before nodding and telling Duo that he had a concussion. Duo's only reply was, "Wonderful." And he let Heero lead him over to the basin. Duo dropped the blankets and with help from Heero lowered himself into the makeshift tub. He sighed contentedly. "It's a bit cramped, but God, the water is nice." Duo closed his eyes and burrowed deeper into the water. He let out a contented sigh. Duo continued to loosen his wired muscles and he continued with his little purrs of happiness. Heero wanted to leave and wanted to stay at the same time. He didn't know if Duo was O.K with him just standing around. He didn't know if Duo wished that Heero would scram and let Duo be alone to enjoy his bath. He didn't know what to do.
Heero decided that he should give Duo a little room so he moved to go into the adjoining room. He was stopped when he heard Duo's voice. "Don't go." Duo's voice had an underlying tone in it's current that made Heero stop in his tracks. Heero turned to face Duo. Heero didn't say anything and neither did Duo. Heero noticed that the temperature was warming and that his pants were becoming uncomfortably tighter than usual. "Yes?" Heero broke the silence. "You haven't taken your bath, yet."
An After the Fic A/N: And so ends chapter two of Safe House. I hope that you all enjoyed and eagerly await chapter three, which will be out soon. I must apologize for the lateness of this chapter. It was supposed to be out by Wednesday the 12th. But, I had fallen behind in my schoolwork. I caught bronchitis. And I suddenly caught many evil, little plot bunnies from the Harry Potter Fandom. If I ever need to inform you readers that I'll be late I'll post a message on my Live Journal (ive feedback means to me.
Chara- DOMO ARIGATO! –glomps Chara-chan-
Violet Eyes- I agree, very nice way to warm Duo up. Sorry that I kept you waiting for my update.
Xing- Thank you for the five reviews! I'm really glad you like it! It makes me all warm and tingly inside when people like what I write.
Hellcat- I totally understand what you're saying, but I'm trying not to get into character POV. I'm trying to narrate it from an outsider's POV so that's why my writing style is analytic. Although, in this chapter I tried to add more "unboringness" I hope you liked this chapter.
ChimeraDragon- I promise that I will continue with this story. No matter how irritating I'm finding it to write Safe House. Thanks for your review!
Gears- Doesn't everyone love Heero/Duo ships? The very first yaoi/slash I ever read was a Heero/Duo so they've always been my favorite.
I thank each and every one of you for taking the time to review and give me your ideas and compliments. It makes me so happy. It is because of my reviewers that I try to make the story as good as it can be. If I forgot anyone or anyone reviewed chapter one after I put this put I promise that I'll get you in the next chapter.
With Love,
Shinko