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Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. *sniff*
Warnings: since this is FF.net and I do very much enjoy my stories here I have taken out the very bad lemon I wrote. If you'd like to read it please e-mail me and I'll e-mail you the lemon part.
Oh yeah. And there's cursing and sexual innuendo.
Pairings: this chapter is 4x5x3 *grins*
Chapter 8
Heero slowly opened his eyes in the dark cockpit. His stomach was tight with hunger but he had a strong overwhelming feeling of nausea. He quickly opened the cockpit and climbed out to the edge. After emptying whatever was left in his stomach he sat on the edge of Wing massaging his temples. Heero sat silently, a little unstable without the presence of his female counterpart. After a change it would take a while to build up enough energy to talk to each other again.
His head snapped up when he heard the familiar beeping of a message. Ignoring his body's protests he went back into the cockpit and hooked his laptop up to Wing. A few minutes later he was looking at his inbox that held five messages. Four worried messages from his fellow pilots and a message from Dr. J. Heero opened the one from Dr. J first.
:: Heero.
Your report is long overdue, but that's not why I'm writing this. I have discovered something about your . abilities. Write the report then go to section 4148-6. There will be a ship awaiting your arrival. Bring Wing and none of the other pilots.
J ::
Heero didn't like how that message sounded. It looked like J has something stirring in his noggin and that wasn't always a good things. They way he mentioned Heero's abilities also gave him reason to worry. But orders are orders and the quicker he gets to the ship the more time he spends away from the other pilots and the recuperating Chiharu.
*~*
Duo sat in the living room of the small safe house. He had just sent in an e-mail telling the all girl's school that Duet and Chiharu were off somewhere with their parents. The boys had searched everywhere for the icy pilot, but there was no trace of him. Duo couldn't believe that Wing was able to get through DeathScythe's monitors, but with Heero no one could ever tell.
"Dinner," Quatre called from the kitchen. Duo smiled weakly and went towards the small round table in the kitchen. Duo sat down and was immediately served a big bowl of macaroni and cheese with slices of hotdogs. Duo grinned and started gobble down his food.
"You're going to choke Maxwell. Chew your food," Wufei exclaimed. Duo ignored the Chinese pilot and continued to scarf his food. Quatre could only smile as he sat down and started to eat his own.
The table was quiet, save for Duo's eating. It was quiet but there was tension around the remaining pilots.
"We shouldn't worry about him," Duo said finishing his bowl. "He is the perfect soldier and all. Besides, he won't leave the meteor mission. He's well. the perfect soldier."'
Trowa shrugged. "You're right, but the whole situation bothers me. Riku might do something."
"Death said he'd help as much as he could, but things are starting to stir up again around here. He's still gotta make sure everyone gets to their level of hell."
They all nodded.
*~*
Riku watched Heero through some leaves in a nearby tree. Heero was sitting at the cockpit, fixing his bandage and icing down his ankle. There was a mixture of hate and love in his eyes. He couldn't do anything to Heero until he got his precious Chiharu from the pilot's body. But as he continued to look at Heero he couldn't help but feel a little bit of a physical attraction to the boy. But it was only physical.
Riku closed his eyes and sensed Chiharu's very faint presence. She was sleeping, saving energy, but she still made him feel warm. Riku could remember the day they brought her home from the orphanage.
She was adopted to keep his political family in good standings with the people. Why not adopt a war orphan to complete the typical two parent, two kids, and a dog family? So they did and ended up with Chiharu. She was three when it had happened and he was five.
Chiharu was dependent on the maid since his mother didn't want to deal with the girl. But one rainy day the maid couldn't be found. Chiharu had made her way to her big brother's bedroom to seek shelter from the lightning. He remembered her tugging on his sleeve while she held an overstuffed teddy bear. She looked so cute and her light blue eyes were accentuated by the flashes of lightning. He let her sleep in his bed with him as long as the teddy was in the middle. He was a kid back then so he didn't really like girls, but he did understand what it felt like to be alone.
//I promised her I'd be her guardian angel. //
He disappeared, determined to find a way to separate the two.
*~*
Heero's head snapped up suddenly as a strange, warm feeling rippled through him. It was like he knew who it was, but he couldn't remember. Heero ignored it made no sounds. He tightened the last bandage and walked into Wing's cockpit again to start his report.
*~*
Wufei slammed the door behind the braided baka. The whole week they had been there all Duo could do was complain about the food. That and the fact that they were in the middle of East Bumble Fuck. (1) Wufei only ignored the comments, but he was starting to lose his patience. Finally Wufei snapped and gave Duo some money and keys to get what he deemed as 'decent' food. Duo quickly obliged with a grin and that leaves us at this moment.
Wufei leaned against the door with a sigh and a headache. Everything around him was getting complicated. First he found out that he wasn't the only one with weird 'powers'. That Trowa was actually a messenger while Quatre was a psi like him. And it was no surprise that Duo was an actual shinigami. Things couldn't have gotten any weirder or can they?
"DAMN IT TROWA THIS ISN'T FAIR!!!!!"
Wufei's eyebrow's shot up when he heard the Winner's yell. Wufei quickly ran upstairs and pressed his ears against the *thin* wooden door. (2)
From within Wufei heard moans of pleasure. He started to feel the blood travel from his nose to his uh. lower extremities. Wufei blushed as he heard Quatre's moans, he leaned closer to the door, trying to make the sounds more coherent. Suddenly the door opened and he fell face flat on the floor.
"Kisama!" he yelled rubbing his nose and sitting up. He turned a bright shade of red at the sight that greeted him. Trowa was off to his right wearing a *very* short pair of jean shorts, while Quatre was tied up *naked* on the bed. Wufei turned around ready to crawl away from the scene but Trowa was standing in front of the door, stopping Wufei's escape.
"Where do you think you're going my little dragon?" Trowa purred. Wufei turned a darker red after hearing Trowa's extremely lust filled voice.
"Out," Wufei squeaked.
"Don't you wanna play?" Quatre asked innocently from his tied position. Wufei didn't turn around but he could feel himself getting painfully hard.
"I don't want to impose," Wufei mumbled still on his hands and knees. Trowa crouched down giving Wufei a perfect view of the bulge in his shorts.
"No, you're not," Trowa said leaning forward and capturing Wufei's lips.
Wufei let his eyes close as he opened his mouth for Trowa. Wufei got to his knees and wrapped his arms around Trowa's neck. The two slowly stopped after they heard a cough coming from the bed.
"Hi," Quatre greeted, "I'm tied up and very sexually frustrated. Anybody want to help?"
"Definitely not an angel," Wufei said to himself. Trowa grinned knowingly.
(1) I like that saying. Ain't it grand?
(2) Aren't all doors thin when there's something going on. *grins*
GWing: *grins evilly* eh? What you think? If you do ask for the lemon please say something like: I'm of age or sound mind to read this trashy lemon. I read my e-mails very often so you shall get the chapter that day (depending on how early you send it) or the very next day.
And if you do read the lemon please go back to fanfiction.net, go to chapter 8 and review my lemon. You can say it sucked and I should write no more of it, you can ask for me to type another lemon, or you can just blink and stare at me as if I have no clue how to write a lemon. *shrugs* whatever.
Please review! And check out my page. I'm now being archived by the ilovebishounen site. Go to my madprofile and check out the links and info I have on me. Currently I'm putting change on the site, but I'll be putting others there as well. Don't worry. Hee hee.
Next chapter will be up soon.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. *sniff*
Warnings: since this is FF.net and I do very much enjoy my stories here I have taken out the very bad lemon I wrote. If you'd like to read it please e-mail me and I'll e-mail you the lemon part.
Oh yeah. And there's cursing and sexual innuendo.
Pairings: this chapter is 4x5x3 *grins*
Chapter 8
Heero slowly opened his eyes in the dark cockpit. His stomach was tight with hunger but he had a strong overwhelming feeling of nausea. He quickly opened the cockpit and climbed out to the edge. After emptying whatever was left in his stomach he sat on the edge of Wing massaging his temples. Heero sat silently, a little unstable without the presence of his female counterpart. After a change it would take a while to build up enough energy to talk to each other again.
His head snapped up when he heard the familiar beeping of a message. Ignoring his body's protests he went back into the cockpit and hooked his laptop up to Wing. A few minutes later he was looking at his inbox that held five messages. Four worried messages from his fellow pilots and a message from Dr. J. Heero opened the one from Dr. J first.
:: Heero.
Your report is long overdue, but that's not why I'm writing this. I have discovered something about your . abilities. Write the report then go to section 4148-6. There will be a ship awaiting your arrival. Bring Wing and none of the other pilots.
J ::
Heero didn't like how that message sounded. It looked like J has something stirring in his noggin and that wasn't always a good things. They way he mentioned Heero's abilities also gave him reason to worry. But orders are orders and the quicker he gets to the ship the more time he spends away from the other pilots and the recuperating Chiharu.
*~*
Duo sat in the living room of the small safe house. He had just sent in an e-mail telling the all girl's school that Duet and Chiharu were off somewhere with their parents. The boys had searched everywhere for the icy pilot, but there was no trace of him. Duo couldn't believe that Wing was able to get through DeathScythe's monitors, but with Heero no one could ever tell.
"Dinner," Quatre called from the kitchen. Duo smiled weakly and went towards the small round table in the kitchen. Duo sat down and was immediately served a big bowl of macaroni and cheese with slices of hotdogs. Duo grinned and started gobble down his food.
"You're going to choke Maxwell. Chew your food," Wufei exclaimed. Duo ignored the Chinese pilot and continued to scarf his food. Quatre could only smile as he sat down and started to eat his own.
The table was quiet, save for Duo's eating. It was quiet but there was tension around the remaining pilots.
"We shouldn't worry about him," Duo said finishing his bowl. "He is the perfect soldier and all. Besides, he won't leave the meteor mission. He's well. the perfect soldier."'
Trowa shrugged. "You're right, but the whole situation bothers me. Riku might do something."
"Death said he'd help as much as he could, but things are starting to stir up again around here. He's still gotta make sure everyone gets to their level of hell."
They all nodded.
*~*
Riku watched Heero through some leaves in a nearby tree. Heero was sitting at the cockpit, fixing his bandage and icing down his ankle. There was a mixture of hate and love in his eyes. He couldn't do anything to Heero until he got his precious Chiharu from the pilot's body. But as he continued to look at Heero he couldn't help but feel a little bit of a physical attraction to the boy. But it was only physical.
Riku closed his eyes and sensed Chiharu's very faint presence. She was sleeping, saving energy, but she still made him feel warm. Riku could remember the day they brought her home from the orphanage.
She was adopted to keep his political family in good standings with the people. Why not adopt a war orphan to complete the typical two parent, two kids, and a dog family? So they did and ended up with Chiharu. She was three when it had happened and he was five.
Chiharu was dependent on the maid since his mother didn't want to deal with the girl. But one rainy day the maid couldn't be found. Chiharu had made her way to her big brother's bedroom to seek shelter from the lightning. He remembered her tugging on his sleeve while she held an overstuffed teddy bear. She looked so cute and her light blue eyes were accentuated by the flashes of lightning. He let her sleep in his bed with him as long as the teddy was in the middle. He was a kid back then so he didn't really like girls, but he did understand what it felt like to be alone.
//I promised her I'd be her guardian angel. //
He disappeared, determined to find a way to separate the two.
*~*
Heero's head snapped up suddenly as a strange, warm feeling rippled through him. It was like he knew who it was, but he couldn't remember. Heero ignored it made no sounds. He tightened the last bandage and walked into Wing's cockpit again to start his report.
*~*
Wufei slammed the door behind the braided baka. The whole week they had been there all Duo could do was complain about the food. That and the fact that they were in the middle of East Bumble Fuck. (1) Wufei only ignored the comments, but he was starting to lose his patience. Finally Wufei snapped and gave Duo some money and keys to get what he deemed as 'decent' food. Duo quickly obliged with a grin and that leaves us at this moment.
Wufei leaned against the door with a sigh and a headache. Everything around him was getting complicated. First he found out that he wasn't the only one with weird 'powers'. That Trowa was actually a messenger while Quatre was a psi like him. And it was no surprise that Duo was an actual shinigami. Things couldn't have gotten any weirder or can they?
"DAMN IT TROWA THIS ISN'T FAIR!!!!!"
Wufei's eyebrow's shot up when he heard the Winner's yell. Wufei quickly ran upstairs and pressed his ears against the *thin* wooden door. (2)
From within Wufei heard moans of pleasure. He started to feel the blood travel from his nose to his uh. lower extremities. Wufei blushed as he heard Quatre's moans, he leaned closer to the door, trying to make the sounds more coherent. Suddenly the door opened and he fell face flat on the floor.
"Kisama!" he yelled rubbing his nose and sitting up. He turned a bright shade of red at the sight that greeted him. Trowa was off to his right wearing a *very* short pair of jean shorts, while Quatre was tied up *naked* on the bed. Wufei turned around ready to crawl away from the scene but Trowa was standing in front of the door, stopping Wufei's escape.
"Where do you think you're going my little dragon?" Trowa purred. Wufei turned a darker red after hearing Trowa's extremely lust filled voice.
"Out," Wufei squeaked.
"Don't you wanna play?" Quatre asked innocently from his tied position. Wufei didn't turn around but he could feel himself getting painfully hard.
"I don't want to impose," Wufei mumbled still on his hands and knees. Trowa crouched down giving Wufei a perfect view of the bulge in his shorts.
"No, you're not," Trowa said leaning forward and capturing Wufei's lips.
Wufei let his eyes close as he opened his mouth for Trowa. Wufei got to his knees and wrapped his arms around Trowa's neck. The two slowly stopped after they heard a cough coming from the bed.
"Hi," Quatre greeted, "I'm tied up and very sexually frustrated. Anybody want to help?"
"Definitely not an angel," Wufei said to himself. Trowa grinned knowingly.
(1) I like that saying. Ain't it grand?
(2) Aren't all doors thin when there's something going on. *grins*
GWing: *grins evilly* eh? What you think? If you do ask for the lemon please say something like: I'm of age or sound mind to read this trashy lemon. I read my e-mails very often so you shall get the chapter that day (depending on how early you send it) or the very next day.
And if you do read the lemon please go back to fanfiction.net, go to chapter 8 and review my lemon. You can say it sucked and I should write no more of it, you can ask for me to type another lemon, or you can just blink and stare at me as if I have no clue how to write a lemon. *shrugs* whatever.
Please review! And check out my page. I'm now being archived by the ilovebishounen site. Go to my madprofile and check out the links and info I have on me. Currently I'm putting change on the site, but I'll be putting others there as well. Don't worry. Hee hee.
Next chapter will be up soon.
