By; Kanalaos Wrath once again all comments are appreciated, this is my 1st GW fan fic ever so i could use all the advice u can give!

disclaimer: i don't own gundam wing !!!!

Chapter 2

Quatre's mansion was exquisite, but un fortuneally the air conditioning had been down for 48 hours and Duo was dying in the desert heat. The braided pilot hung his feet over the side of the bed and breathed a sigh of frustration. Finally in a last ditch effort to cool down he slid him off the four-poster bed and proceeded to walk down to the kitchen for a glass of water.

On his way back up from the kitchen Duo passed Heero's room and was confused when he found the door cracked open. Curiosity getting the best of him he slowly opened the door to find the blankets on the floor at the foot of Heero's bed. They were in disarray and not folded in Heero's usual somewhat-compulsive fashion. Not only was the lack of blankets noticeable but also the lack of the brown haired boy stretched out on the bed was concerning. "Maybe he woke up.." said Duo quietly. Trying not to wake anyone Duo slowly closed Heero's door and began to search the mansion. It was almost sunrise when Duo found Heero. The taller boy was stretched out on a bench in the expansive oasis of a yard that was Quatre's. When Duo approached, Heero didn't stir, which was unusual for the light sleeper. When Duo made to tap Heero on his shoulder the Boy shot up into a sitting position, his eyes wide. For a moment Duo could have swore he saw amber flecks dancing in the persin depths of his eyes, but when he rubbed his eyes and looked again the gold was gone and only Heero's deep blue color remained..

Trowa pondered Duo's story. It was strange to be sure. When they awoke seeing the braided pilot sleeping with his head in his arms on the kitchen table they had to ask. Next to Duo was Heero sleeping soundly again on the couch by the table. Trowa ran his fingers through his untamed bangs and looked to Quatre for guidance, unfortunally the blonde seemed to be as unsure as him. Trowa finally spoke up. "I think its safe to say he got there on his own and I presume he probably just got too warm in the house, if nothing else we can just ask him when he awakes, he should be recovering nicely." Trowa knew his sensibility was comforting to the others, but deep down he wished he believed himself.

Wuffei was walking with Heero through Quatre's yard, the events of the past week troubled him and since Heero's voice was the last thing he heard before capture he wanted to know if he had some answers to his questions. The Chinese boy stepped lightly on the cobble stone path as he spoke. " Do you remember how we got captured Heero?" the dark haired boy inquired casually. "I do not Wuffei, but I assume some kind of drug was used" stated Heero who then quickly added. " I can't seem to remember much of anything, not even how I got outside." "I was just wondering Yui, I guess it will just have to remain mystery." The dark haired boy almost felt a pang of guilt for asking, the look and Heero's usually un readable face shouted volumes of his confusion. " Perhaps we could train together Heero, unless there is something you must attend to." Wuffei made the suggestion in hopes of distracting his friend and himself. " Hn.fine then." Was Heero's response.

With that Wuffei took a fighting stance and lunged at Heero. It felt good to get out all the frustration he had been feeling. Just as Wuffei was about to hit Heero it happened, Heero lunged forward, eyes wide and took Wuffei down, Wuffei lay on the ground beneath Heero breathing hard, and some what frightened, this wasn't Heero's style, and the strength and weight he felt bearing down on him was not human. Wuffei looked up expecting to see Heero rolling off and dusting off but instead what he saw added to his fear and confusion. Heero was staring into space, his eyes were almost shinning in the sunlight and his pupils danced in a swirl of colors. Wuffei was fighting panic, Heero was not moving and the pressure on his chest was increasing, Heero's nails dug into Wuffei's clothing, cutting the skin below. Wuffei choked out some calming words to his friend, thinking that perhaps their capture had some how effected his mental health far more than Wuffei originally thought. Wuffei continued to try and whisper out calm words as if he was speaking to a child although in his mind he was praying. Slowly Heero's hand began to lift from his chest. Suddenly as if snapped out of a trance Heero shook his head and ran into the wooded area of the garden. Wuffei made no attempt to follow, Quatre's garden went on for acres and he was too exhausted to chase after the Brown haired boy. Wuffei closed his eyes and let his head gently hit the cobble stone, sighing he began to plan his next move.

Heero didn't know what to do, for once in his short life he felt utterly helpless. Heero felt like he was losing his mind, he couldn't remember much, just Wuffei taking his stance and then a sudden need..a need to see blood. He could still taste the phantom liquid in his mouth, the metallic taste of blood that he had never drawn form his prey. NO!, not his prey, his friend. Heero stopped running he leaned against a tree and tried to collect his thoughts and the rough bark chaffed his skin.my friend, how could I lose control like that? Heero honestly didn't know he had always been in complete control of his emotions, his thoughts. Why was this any different? What had happened to him? Heero's thoughts were a hazy mix of common sense and a continually nagging in the back of his mind, an urge that wanted complete dominance, but Heero's will was iron and he refused to submit to the phantom tug that was feeding a blood lust he was unsure if he could keep controlling.

It was getting late when Quatre saw Wuffei walk in the building from his office window. He was surprised to see that Heero was not beside the Chinese pilot but thought little of it. Heero had been recovering quickly and had no doubt needed to satisfy his independent streak by venturing out alone, leaving Wuffei to wander back. As Wuffei entered the mansion Quatre trotted down the spiral stair case to greet his friend and tell him about he left over dinner that was waiting for him in the fridge, but Quatre didn't get a chance to talk, he was cut of by the look on Wuffei's face. "May Whatever God you believe in help us Quatre.." said Wuffei, his eyes tilted to the sky as if in prayer. Quatre didn't like the tone of the Chinese teens face, " What happened Wuffei?" Quatre inquired fearing the answer. " I, I think Yui's gone insane Quatre, and if we cant get his sanity back I really don't know what we can do, he may destroy us all."