Author's Note: Froid. Well, I've started yet another one. I've got what,
five now? Oh well, eventually one will get done other than "Dear Diary" I
hope you like this one so far. I'm enjoying it. Well that's a given. If I
didn't I wouldn't be writing it.
Inspired by Johnny Lang's "Hit the Ground Running"
Disclaimer: Not mine only the story is. Well actually one character is mine but he hasn't shown up yet. His name is Dixept and he will be Duo's Dr.
/./=Duo mouthing stuff(that sounds dirty but it really isn't. Duo can't talk and Heero as we all know can read lips so nya)
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"Kushrenada, sir, pilot 02 has been eliminated as a threat," the young soldier stood proudly before his leader, waiting to be praised at his good work. Gundam pilots were hard to kill.
"I do hope that means you have taken him to one of our medical facilities so that he may be persuaded into joining our forces. A recruit such as him would be indispensable to us," Treize answered calmly.
"Er. no sir. Pilot 02 is dead," the soldier answered with a slight quiver in his voice. Why hadn't he thought of that? "I am sorry sir for not thinking to do that."
"Sorry will not give me a gundam pilot will it?" Treize ordered the soldier to be taken for retraining before he had time to respond. He didn't want an answer anyway. He had wanted that damned pilot!
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Violet eyes opened blearily, immediately shutting tight again to block out the blinding light coming from somewhere about him. He had no idea where he was. He tried to think, but thinking just seemed to give him a head ache, so he decided to worry about that later, maybe after he could handle the light. He brought his hands up, dragging the heels of his palms over his eyes. He tested opening his eyes again, but this time he only squinted them open at first, using his lashes to block some of the light. It wasn't all that bright once you got used to it, so he opened his eyes a little more, waiting for them to adjust before opening them fully. There. He could see. It appeared to be a bedroom, a guest room of sorts. There were no trinkets to symbolize that the room belonged to a specific person. He sat up slowly and propped himself against the headboard as the wave of dizziness passed. Once the room had stopped spinning, he carefully disentangled his legs from the soft sheets and swung them around until he was sitting sideways on the bed. "Where the hell am I?" The boy blinked when his words came out nothing like they should have. He hadn't even been able to finish the first word before the coughs had started. He tried again to say anything at all, but nothing resembling words came out. He stood up, moving over to where the mirror hung on the wall. His eyes widened when he saw the state he was in, bruises were everywhere, with bandaged gashes riddling his entire chest, back and arms. The worse of his bruises seemed to be covering his throat. It looked as if he had been strangled brutally. He sighed, that was most likely what had happened. With his job anything like that was to be expected. What wasn't expected was that he was alive at all. He must have run into OZ, but why hadn't they killed him? Maybe whoever it was had simply been careless and had assumed him dead, or very shortly to be dead. Or the other option was that it wasn't OZ and it had been completely random. For all he knew, this could be a high crime area. He scanned the rest of the room, eyes latching onto what looked like his clothes neatly folded on a chair. He looked down at himself again and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was still dressed in his boxers and his cross. That would have been embarrassing if someone had chosen to walk into the room before he was dressed. He picked up his clothes, quickly getting dressed once he realized that whoever it was that had cleaned his wounds, must have also given him a bath. He'd have to thank them, especially for washing his hair. That must have been a bitch. He chuckled noticing that instead of rebraiding it, they had simply pulled it back into a loose ponytail. He decided to leave it that way for now, he was too worn out to bother with braiding it himself. Whelp, time to see just who else was around, Duo thought as he walked out of the room and downstairs. He would have called out, but apparently for the time being he was incapable of speech. He pouted, seeing that no one else was around. He was hungry and he had wanted to ask if they would mind him raiding the kitchen. Since no one was around, he decided that he find a way to make it up to him if they happened to miss the food he took. Not trusting himself with solids yet, he decided to eat the jar of applesauce that he had found. Rummaging through drawers for a spoon he decided that he'd watch a little TV while he ate. That would keep him occupied for a little while and hopefully by the time he was done someone would have returned. He was asleep by the time someone walked through the door several hours later.
"Stupid baka. Nearly got himself killed!" Heero muttered to himself as he walked in from retrieving Deathscythe. In fact the pilot was surprised to have found Duo alive. It looked as if he had been choked and had lost large amounts of blood. By all rights, he probably should have been dead. So why wasn't he? Probably for the same reason he had survived self destructing, too stubborn to die. He noticed his partner lying on the couch, hand dangling over the edge, the remote on the floor next to it. 'Baka. He should have stayed in bed," Heero snorted softly as he picked the boy up, blinking in surprise as he did so. Duo was much lighter than he had been the last time he had needed to be carried. He wondered why he hadn't noticed it earlier, probably because he was too busy worrying about whether or not the boy would live. He hadn't looked like he had lost weight, so why did it feel as if he were carrying at most fifty pounds. He'd ask Duo about it later. He jerked out of his thoughts when he realized Duo had regained consciousness and felt the weight of his stare on him. He looked down at the heart shaped face. The bruises and cuts were already fading, at least the ones on his face were. The ones on his neck didn't seem to be getting any better, but that was normal. They would be there for at least a week.
Duo tilted his head to the side as he regarded the beautiful boy carrying him. He didn't recognize him, but he assumed the boy lived in the house. He wanted to tell the boy that he could walk, but knew he was incapable of it, so instead he just watched the boy, head tilted to the side in mild curiosity.
There was something wrong. Something wrong with those eyes, something about Duo in general. They were much too violet, before they had been more of a blue tinted purple, but now they were pure violet. Then there was the issue of the weight, and now Duo wasn't talking. Usually Duo would be giving him his usual manic grin and calling him Hee-chan. Then he had an idea. "Duo? Does it hurt to talk?"
The fey boy gave a small shrug as best he could and mouthed /can't./ How did the blue eyed boy know his name? Was he supposed to know him? Maybe he had amnesia, but only partially since he remembered his Gundam and the missions. But now that he thought of it, he couldn't remember any people other than Dr. G. However, he knew he had partners, four of them to be exact, but he couldn't recall anything about them.
Heero watched the questions play through the expressive eyes. Did Duo even know who he was? It didn't see like it. Heero hoped that he at least remembered about the war and his part in it. If not, it would make it quite a bit more difficult to perform missions that required Duo's specific expertise. One way to find whether or not he remembered. "You're at the safe house," Heero stated quietly and smiled slightly when he saw understanding dawn in the boy's eyes. Good, so he remembered he was a pilot. But he didn't seem to remember him. That might not be that bad. If Duo didn't remember him, then he wouldn't be able to tell if he was acting out of character. Heero had known for some time about his crush on the braided pilot, but he hadn't discovered it until after months of verbally abusing the boy. It looked as if fate was giving him a second chance. He could act how he had truly wanted to towards the boy, without Duo thinking something was wrong with him and constantly asking if he was sick.
This must be one of his partners, Duo mused to himself. He was in a safe house. That was a good thing. He wondered if his gundam had been brought back and decided to ask. He wiggled a bit to get the boy's attention since it was obvious that it wasn't on him. Once those blue eyes were on his again he mouthed /Deathscythe?/
"He's out with Wing, my Gundam. I brought him back for you. That's why I wasn't here when you woke up," Heero explained gently, setting Duo down on his bed.
/Thanks,/ Duo blushed slightly, bowing his head.
"I'm Heero by the way. I'll see you in the morning. Knock on the wall if you need me, I'll be in the room to the right of this one. Get some sleep," he waited until he saw the boy nod before leaving and softly shutting the door behind him. Maybe now he'd finally be able to make some progress in his relationship with Duo, to something more than just friends and partners.
TBC.
Inspired by Johnny Lang's "Hit the Ground Running"
Disclaimer: Not mine only the story is. Well actually one character is mine but he hasn't shown up yet. His name is Dixept and he will be Duo's Dr.
/./=Duo mouthing stuff(that sounds dirty but it really isn't. Duo can't talk and Heero as we all know can read lips so nya)
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"Kushrenada, sir, pilot 02 has been eliminated as a threat," the young soldier stood proudly before his leader, waiting to be praised at his good work. Gundam pilots were hard to kill.
"I do hope that means you have taken him to one of our medical facilities so that he may be persuaded into joining our forces. A recruit such as him would be indispensable to us," Treize answered calmly.
"Er. no sir. Pilot 02 is dead," the soldier answered with a slight quiver in his voice. Why hadn't he thought of that? "I am sorry sir for not thinking to do that."
"Sorry will not give me a gundam pilot will it?" Treize ordered the soldier to be taken for retraining before he had time to respond. He didn't want an answer anyway. He had wanted that damned pilot!
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Violet eyes opened blearily, immediately shutting tight again to block out the blinding light coming from somewhere about him. He had no idea where he was. He tried to think, but thinking just seemed to give him a head ache, so he decided to worry about that later, maybe after he could handle the light. He brought his hands up, dragging the heels of his palms over his eyes. He tested opening his eyes again, but this time he only squinted them open at first, using his lashes to block some of the light. It wasn't all that bright once you got used to it, so he opened his eyes a little more, waiting for them to adjust before opening them fully. There. He could see. It appeared to be a bedroom, a guest room of sorts. There were no trinkets to symbolize that the room belonged to a specific person. He sat up slowly and propped himself against the headboard as the wave of dizziness passed. Once the room had stopped spinning, he carefully disentangled his legs from the soft sheets and swung them around until he was sitting sideways on the bed. "Where the hell am I?" The boy blinked when his words came out nothing like they should have. He hadn't even been able to finish the first word before the coughs had started. He tried again to say anything at all, but nothing resembling words came out. He stood up, moving over to where the mirror hung on the wall. His eyes widened when he saw the state he was in, bruises were everywhere, with bandaged gashes riddling his entire chest, back and arms. The worse of his bruises seemed to be covering his throat. It looked as if he had been strangled brutally. He sighed, that was most likely what had happened. With his job anything like that was to be expected. What wasn't expected was that he was alive at all. He must have run into OZ, but why hadn't they killed him? Maybe whoever it was had simply been careless and had assumed him dead, or very shortly to be dead. Or the other option was that it wasn't OZ and it had been completely random. For all he knew, this could be a high crime area. He scanned the rest of the room, eyes latching onto what looked like his clothes neatly folded on a chair. He looked down at himself again and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was still dressed in his boxers and his cross. That would have been embarrassing if someone had chosen to walk into the room before he was dressed. He picked up his clothes, quickly getting dressed once he realized that whoever it was that had cleaned his wounds, must have also given him a bath. He'd have to thank them, especially for washing his hair. That must have been a bitch. He chuckled noticing that instead of rebraiding it, they had simply pulled it back into a loose ponytail. He decided to leave it that way for now, he was too worn out to bother with braiding it himself. Whelp, time to see just who else was around, Duo thought as he walked out of the room and downstairs. He would have called out, but apparently for the time being he was incapable of speech. He pouted, seeing that no one else was around. He was hungry and he had wanted to ask if they would mind him raiding the kitchen. Since no one was around, he decided that he find a way to make it up to him if they happened to miss the food he took. Not trusting himself with solids yet, he decided to eat the jar of applesauce that he had found. Rummaging through drawers for a spoon he decided that he'd watch a little TV while he ate. That would keep him occupied for a little while and hopefully by the time he was done someone would have returned. He was asleep by the time someone walked through the door several hours later.
"Stupid baka. Nearly got himself killed!" Heero muttered to himself as he walked in from retrieving Deathscythe. In fact the pilot was surprised to have found Duo alive. It looked as if he had been choked and had lost large amounts of blood. By all rights, he probably should have been dead. So why wasn't he? Probably for the same reason he had survived self destructing, too stubborn to die. He noticed his partner lying on the couch, hand dangling over the edge, the remote on the floor next to it. 'Baka. He should have stayed in bed," Heero snorted softly as he picked the boy up, blinking in surprise as he did so. Duo was much lighter than he had been the last time he had needed to be carried. He wondered why he hadn't noticed it earlier, probably because he was too busy worrying about whether or not the boy would live. He hadn't looked like he had lost weight, so why did it feel as if he were carrying at most fifty pounds. He'd ask Duo about it later. He jerked out of his thoughts when he realized Duo had regained consciousness and felt the weight of his stare on him. He looked down at the heart shaped face. The bruises and cuts were already fading, at least the ones on his face were. The ones on his neck didn't seem to be getting any better, but that was normal. They would be there for at least a week.
Duo tilted his head to the side as he regarded the beautiful boy carrying him. He didn't recognize him, but he assumed the boy lived in the house. He wanted to tell the boy that he could walk, but knew he was incapable of it, so instead he just watched the boy, head tilted to the side in mild curiosity.
There was something wrong. Something wrong with those eyes, something about Duo in general. They were much too violet, before they had been more of a blue tinted purple, but now they were pure violet. Then there was the issue of the weight, and now Duo wasn't talking. Usually Duo would be giving him his usual manic grin and calling him Hee-chan. Then he had an idea. "Duo? Does it hurt to talk?"
The fey boy gave a small shrug as best he could and mouthed /can't./ How did the blue eyed boy know his name? Was he supposed to know him? Maybe he had amnesia, but only partially since he remembered his Gundam and the missions. But now that he thought of it, he couldn't remember any people other than Dr. G. However, he knew he had partners, four of them to be exact, but he couldn't recall anything about them.
Heero watched the questions play through the expressive eyes. Did Duo even know who he was? It didn't see like it. Heero hoped that he at least remembered about the war and his part in it. If not, it would make it quite a bit more difficult to perform missions that required Duo's specific expertise. One way to find whether or not he remembered. "You're at the safe house," Heero stated quietly and smiled slightly when he saw understanding dawn in the boy's eyes. Good, so he remembered he was a pilot. But he didn't seem to remember him. That might not be that bad. If Duo didn't remember him, then he wouldn't be able to tell if he was acting out of character. Heero had known for some time about his crush on the braided pilot, but he hadn't discovered it until after months of verbally abusing the boy. It looked as if fate was giving him a second chance. He could act how he had truly wanted to towards the boy, without Duo thinking something was wrong with him and constantly asking if he was sick.
This must be one of his partners, Duo mused to himself. He was in a safe house. That was a good thing. He wondered if his gundam had been brought back and decided to ask. He wiggled a bit to get the boy's attention since it was obvious that it wasn't on him. Once those blue eyes were on his again he mouthed /Deathscythe?/
"He's out with Wing, my Gundam. I brought him back for you. That's why I wasn't here when you woke up," Heero explained gently, setting Duo down on his bed.
/Thanks,/ Duo blushed slightly, bowing his head.
"I'm Heero by the way. I'll see you in the morning. Knock on the wall if you need me, I'll be in the room to the right of this one. Get some sleep," he waited until he saw the boy nod before leaving and softly shutting the door behind him. Maybe now he'd finally be able to make some progress in his relationship with Duo, to something more than just friends and partners.
TBC.