First of all, I know that I said that I needed 5 reviews before I put
out the next chapter but I already had this one written and I like it. I
would like to specially thank Megami Kinshin for being my very first
reviewer and Moonlit Eyes1x2x1 for the great vote of confidence. Yes, this
really is my first posted fic. I have written before though. All of you
kiddies out there, school really does pay off. Learn it while you can.
Nonetheless, nobody is perfect so you will see some mistakes. I personally
think it is very rude to flame someone because of grammatical errors. Just
politely point them out and all is well.
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Pairings (in case you have not guessed already): future 1x2, established 3x4x3, ?+2
Chapter 3
"Don't worry koi. He will be fine. Heero will take care of him." Trowa soothed his lover. After a few moments of inward thoughts, he was brought out of his trance by Quatre's voice.
"I think we all need to change out of these wet clothes before we all get sick. Heero it might be best to put Duo in the tub and get him warmed up some that way. Wufei can you go get some towels and blankets? Trowa we need to go patch up the windows that blow out."
They all moved about to do as Quatre had said. Clothes were changed in record time. In under a minute, the pilots were in dry clothes going about said chores. Wufei returned to Heero and Duo's shared room with extra towels and blankets to find the room empty. Remembering what Quatre had said, he found them in the bathroom.
"Yuy, let me take Maxwell long enough for you to go change out of those wet clothes."
"I am in no immediate danger of illness. I will proceed with my task." The static pilot of Wing did not once stop from his task to look up at Wufei. He was to busy worrying about the sickly youth in front of him. As he was waiting for the tub to completely fill with warm water, he started taking note of the other's condition. He noticed that Duo's body was violently shaking from the cold. His breathing was shallow and winded. Small cuts could be seen on his arms and chest from unknown debris, and his hair was in a chaotic mess.
Looking over his two friends forms, Wufei could only pray that Duo would be okay, for all of their sakes. "Fine Yuy. Have it your way. Here are some towels for you and Maxwell." With that said, he placed them on the floor close enough for him to reach but far enough away so that they would not get wet. He turned around to leave but a monotone voice stopped him.
"Wufei I need you to go get a bed ready for him. Ours are completely soaked and the room is not much better." Wufei looked at his friend with a slight shocked expression on his face. 'The perfect soldier actually admits to needing help. Only Maxwell could make a person like Yuy do the so called impossible. What kind of magic do you wield Maxwell?'
"We will have to put him on the coach in the living room. It seems that all of the beds are useless now. The only windows that broke were the ones in the bedrooms. On that note, we are all going to have to sleep in the living room somewhere till we can move to another safe house."
Again Wufei was shocked. He had never heard Trowa say so much at one time. He turned to the doorway to see the lovers there in a love-filled embrace that would put Romeo and Juliet to shame. A slight smile formed on his lips. 'Once again the unthinkable is reality because of you Maxwell.' After all, there were now together because of a little intervention from Deathscythe's pilot.
Heero only listened with one ear to what his fellow pilots said. His main attention was on the young man in front of him. His itooshi was looking much better already. He was no longer paler than death and had stopped shaking, but his breathing was still a concern. He was going to get sick after this there was no question about that but how bad it got was something that could be controlled. They would just have to wait and see when Duo woke up.
"Trowa and I are going to go set up what is left of the dry pillows and blankets in the living room."
"Alright Winner." Wufei turned back to face Heero. "Yuy I am going to find Maxwell some clothes to wear."
No one was expecting a reply but just before they left to carry out their orders a slightly strained voice stopped them with one word. "Arigatou."
"There is no need to thank us Heero. We would do this for any one of us as we know the others would do the same as well, but you are welcome." replied the softhearted pilot of Sandrock. Heero looked at the blonde to see that he had his hand over his chest slightly rubbing it but the look on his face was one of small joy.
The others left Heero with his charge. Seeing that he was again alone with Duo, he focused his attention where it was needed at the moment. He slowly brought up a hand to move some hair out of the other's face. He grimaced upon seeing the bruise he had caused look so protruding against his pale skin. Giving into temptation, his fingertips brushed up against the check.
'Oh Duo-kun, gomen. I did not mean to hurt you. Please forgive me.' Wing's pilot moved his hand to drain the water from the tub. Once the water was drained, he gathered unconscious youth once again in his arms. Wondering how to go about drying the inert form of his best friend, he sat down on the toilet where he propped his arm and Duo's upper body against the counter and used the other to retrieve a towel.
'The wet boxers have got to go.' A very small amount of pink graced itself upon his checks as he knew what he had to do now. Carefully sliding his hand under his body, he grabbed the back waistband for the boxers and pulled down. He could feel his own body starting to react to seeing what was exposed as the boxers were completely off. His training took over at this point causing him to shake his head and continue wrapping Duo in a dry towel.
A throat being cleared in the doorway alerted him to the fact that he had company. With a blank face, he looked up and over to see Wufei standing at the door. He was holding what looked to be a shirt, sweat pants, and boxers, all black of course. Heero looked upon the Shenlong pilot's face to see his lips curled up in an "I know" look.
"These were the best I could find. You cannot find shit in what Maxwell calls a room." He handed the clothes over to Heero and helped him dress Duo. Once that was done, Heero carried his bundle to the living room with Wufei following close behind.
Upon entering, he noticed that the floor was covered with sheets and blankets to serve as a make shift bed. The coach was made up as well. He laid the other down on the coach and propped his head up so that his hair was hanging off the side.
"Heero go change." The low but firm voice of Trowa broke the silence that had fallen upon them. Heero looked like he was about to say something but one look into that emerald eye told him to be silent. With a simple nod, he left to do just that.
Quatre moved to take over Duo's care. He had a thermometer ready in hand. He made sure his patient was tucked in and as comfortable as possible. Heero returned wearing his typical green tank top and spandex shorts just in time to hear the thermometer finish.
"Well?" was all he said as he sat in front of Duo's hair with brush and tie in hand.
"It could be a lot worse. It is only 100.7 for now. We should watch him closely for any signs that he is getting worse. This way we can stop it before it gets out of hand."
"I agree koi." Trowa offered his little lover a little smile. Quatre, on the other hand, was beaming with happiness at hearing his tall lover agree with him.
A snort broke their love filled glaze. "Do you want something Wufei?"
"I just wanted to remind you two that other people were present Winner. We have other things to do right now than to watch you two go at it like fucking bunnies."
Both young men blushed a deep shade of red and moved to do something away from the other but still keep within eye contact. Wufei chuckled at this. Heero tilted his head to the side a little and regarded him with laughing eyes. "I think you have been around Duo too much."
This brought out a deeper chuckle. "Yes, Yuy I think that you might be right." He took a seat on the floor right next to Duo with his back against the coach to meditate. After all, the lights were still not back on so a few candles were all the light they had.
Heero stared at his friend for a moment. His profile in the candlelight was almost breathtaking. His hardened face was relaxed in calmness that his meditation brought him. Heero could see how worried he and the other pilots were over Duo. He was suddenly thankful for knowing such people and being able to call them friends. Turning his attention back to the task at hand, he started to brush and braid the cascade of chestnut hair in front of him.
*Else where*
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!! Those fucking meddlers! I almost had him!" A figure in the shadows was in a rage. The nearby servants were shaking with fear. Their master was liable to strike out at any one of them, yet he did not. Of course, they all knew why. He had used too much energy trying to obtain his obsession. The gundam pilot 02 aka Duo Maxwell.
One of the master's most loyal and bravest servants approached his lord. "My Lord, would you like to go rest now. I know how tired you must be. I know that you will get him next time Master."
The Master slammed his servant into the wall with an unseen force. After a few seconds, he spoke. The voice was deep and surreal. It was almost husky and hypnotic in its tone. "I am going to my chambers now. I do not want to be disturbed." Before leaving, he turned to a small fountain about wait high filled with a dark, unnatural substance and waved his hand over the surface. An image showed itself. The image was of a violet eyed, smiling pilot. He lovingly traced the outline of the image's lips. He brought his fingers up to his own lips and gently kissed them and brought them back to the image's lips. "Soon my lovely little bishounen, you will be all mine." and he started to laugh as he left.
The servants backed away and closed their eyes at the sound of their Master's chilling laugh. While some carried on as before, others pitted the pray he was after. They all knew that he always got what he wanted. One way or another.
*Back at the safe house* Duo's eyes snapped open along with a deep intake of desperately needed air.
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Sorry for the cliffhanger but I wanted to see what you all would do. So tell me what you think so far. I was thinking about maybe a future 1x2x5 or so. Do you want to see it? I want to warn you that I am writing this as I go. I know a few things that I want to happen but there are still a lot of blanks. Who is the mysterious master? What does he want with Duo? Will the other be able to help? Find out in chapters to come. Need at least 10 total reviews for the next chapter. Thanks for reading.
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Pairings (in case you have not guessed already): future 1x2, established 3x4x3, ?+2
Chapter 3
"Don't worry koi. He will be fine. Heero will take care of him." Trowa soothed his lover. After a few moments of inward thoughts, he was brought out of his trance by Quatre's voice.
"I think we all need to change out of these wet clothes before we all get sick. Heero it might be best to put Duo in the tub and get him warmed up some that way. Wufei can you go get some towels and blankets? Trowa we need to go patch up the windows that blow out."
They all moved about to do as Quatre had said. Clothes were changed in record time. In under a minute, the pilots were in dry clothes going about said chores. Wufei returned to Heero and Duo's shared room with extra towels and blankets to find the room empty. Remembering what Quatre had said, he found them in the bathroom.
"Yuy, let me take Maxwell long enough for you to go change out of those wet clothes."
"I am in no immediate danger of illness. I will proceed with my task." The static pilot of Wing did not once stop from his task to look up at Wufei. He was to busy worrying about the sickly youth in front of him. As he was waiting for the tub to completely fill with warm water, he started taking note of the other's condition. He noticed that Duo's body was violently shaking from the cold. His breathing was shallow and winded. Small cuts could be seen on his arms and chest from unknown debris, and his hair was in a chaotic mess.
Looking over his two friends forms, Wufei could only pray that Duo would be okay, for all of their sakes. "Fine Yuy. Have it your way. Here are some towels for you and Maxwell." With that said, he placed them on the floor close enough for him to reach but far enough away so that they would not get wet. He turned around to leave but a monotone voice stopped him.
"Wufei I need you to go get a bed ready for him. Ours are completely soaked and the room is not much better." Wufei looked at his friend with a slight shocked expression on his face. 'The perfect soldier actually admits to needing help. Only Maxwell could make a person like Yuy do the so called impossible. What kind of magic do you wield Maxwell?'
"We will have to put him on the coach in the living room. It seems that all of the beds are useless now. The only windows that broke were the ones in the bedrooms. On that note, we are all going to have to sleep in the living room somewhere till we can move to another safe house."
Again Wufei was shocked. He had never heard Trowa say so much at one time. He turned to the doorway to see the lovers there in a love-filled embrace that would put Romeo and Juliet to shame. A slight smile formed on his lips. 'Once again the unthinkable is reality because of you Maxwell.' After all, there were now together because of a little intervention from Deathscythe's pilot.
Heero only listened with one ear to what his fellow pilots said. His main attention was on the young man in front of him. His itooshi was looking much better already. He was no longer paler than death and had stopped shaking, but his breathing was still a concern. He was going to get sick after this there was no question about that but how bad it got was something that could be controlled. They would just have to wait and see when Duo woke up.
"Trowa and I are going to go set up what is left of the dry pillows and blankets in the living room."
"Alright Winner." Wufei turned back to face Heero. "Yuy I am going to find Maxwell some clothes to wear."
No one was expecting a reply but just before they left to carry out their orders a slightly strained voice stopped them with one word. "Arigatou."
"There is no need to thank us Heero. We would do this for any one of us as we know the others would do the same as well, but you are welcome." replied the softhearted pilot of Sandrock. Heero looked at the blonde to see that he had his hand over his chest slightly rubbing it but the look on his face was one of small joy.
The others left Heero with his charge. Seeing that he was again alone with Duo, he focused his attention where it was needed at the moment. He slowly brought up a hand to move some hair out of the other's face. He grimaced upon seeing the bruise he had caused look so protruding against his pale skin. Giving into temptation, his fingertips brushed up against the check.
'Oh Duo-kun, gomen. I did not mean to hurt you. Please forgive me.' Wing's pilot moved his hand to drain the water from the tub. Once the water was drained, he gathered unconscious youth once again in his arms. Wondering how to go about drying the inert form of his best friend, he sat down on the toilet where he propped his arm and Duo's upper body against the counter and used the other to retrieve a towel.
'The wet boxers have got to go.' A very small amount of pink graced itself upon his checks as he knew what he had to do now. Carefully sliding his hand under his body, he grabbed the back waistband for the boxers and pulled down. He could feel his own body starting to react to seeing what was exposed as the boxers were completely off. His training took over at this point causing him to shake his head and continue wrapping Duo in a dry towel.
A throat being cleared in the doorway alerted him to the fact that he had company. With a blank face, he looked up and over to see Wufei standing at the door. He was holding what looked to be a shirt, sweat pants, and boxers, all black of course. Heero looked upon the Shenlong pilot's face to see his lips curled up in an "I know" look.
"These were the best I could find. You cannot find shit in what Maxwell calls a room." He handed the clothes over to Heero and helped him dress Duo. Once that was done, Heero carried his bundle to the living room with Wufei following close behind.
Upon entering, he noticed that the floor was covered with sheets and blankets to serve as a make shift bed. The coach was made up as well. He laid the other down on the coach and propped his head up so that his hair was hanging off the side.
"Heero go change." The low but firm voice of Trowa broke the silence that had fallen upon them. Heero looked like he was about to say something but one look into that emerald eye told him to be silent. With a simple nod, he left to do just that.
Quatre moved to take over Duo's care. He had a thermometer ready in hand. He made sure his patient was tucked in and as comfortable as possible. Heero returned wearing his typical green tank top and spandex shorts just in time to hear the thermometer finish.
"Well?" was all he said as he sat in front of Duo's hair with brush and tie in hand.
"It could be a lot worse. It is only 100.7 for now. We should watch him closely for any signs that he is getting worse. This way we can stop it before it gets out of hand."
"I agree koi." Trowa offered his little lover a little smile. Quatre, on the other hand, was beaming with happiness at hearing his tall lover agree with him.
A snort broke their love filled glaze. "Do you want something Wufei?"
"I just wanted to remind you two that other people were present Winner. We have other things to do right now than to watch you two go at it like fucking bunnies."
Both young men blushed a deep shade of red and moved to do something away from the other but still keep within eye contact. Wufei chuckled at this. Heero tilted his head to the side a little and regarded him with laughing eyes. "I think you have been around Duo too much."
This brought out a deeper chuckle. "Yes, Yuy I think that you might be right." He took a seat on the floor right next to Duo with his back against the coach to meditate. After all, the lights were still not back on so a few candles were all the light they had.
Heero stared at his friend for a moment. His profile in the candlelight was almost breathtaking. His hardened face was relaxed in calmness that his meditation brought him. Heero could see how worried he and the other pilots were over Duo. He was suddenly thankful for knowing such people and being able to call them friends. Turning his attention back to the task at hand, he started to brush and braid the cascade of chestnut hair in front of him.
*Else where*
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!! Those fucking meddlers! I almost had him!" A figure in the shadows was in a rage. The nearby servants were shaking with fear. Their master was liable to strike out at any one of them, yet he did not. Of course, they all knew why. He had used too much energy trying to obtain his obsession. The gundam pilot 02 aka Duo Maxwell.
One of the master's most loyal and bravest servants approached his lord. "My Lord, would you like to go rest now. I know how tired you must be. I know that you will get him next time Master."
The Master slammed his servant into the wall with an unseen force. After a few seconds, he spoke. The voice was deep and surreal. It was almost husky and hypnotic in its tone. "I am going to my chambers now. I do not want to be disturbed." Before leaving, he turned to a small fountain about wait high filled with a dark, unnatural substance and waved his hand over the surface. An image showed itself. The image was of a violet eyed, smiling pilot. He lovingly traced the outline of the image's lips. He brought his fingers up to his own lips and gently kissed them and brought them back to the image's lips. "Soon my lovely little bishounen, you will be all mine." and he started to laugh as he left.
The servants backed away and closed their eyes at the sound of their Master's chilling laugh. While some carried on as before, others pitted the pray he was after. They all knew that he always got what he wanted. One way or another.
*Back at the safe house* Duo's eyes snapped open along with a deep intake of desperately needed air.
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Sorry for the cliffhanger but I wanted to see what you all would do. So tell me what you think so far. I was thinking about maybe a future 1x2x5 or so. Do you want to see it? I want to warn you that I am writing this as I go. I know a few things that I want to happen but there are still a lot of blanks. Who is the mysterious master? What does he want with Duo? Will the other be able to help? Find out in chapters to come. Need at least 10 total reviews for the next chapter. Thanks for reading.
