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Majorly taken aback. I was expecting maybe three. Just unplain wow! Have I
mentioned that I love you all? If not I will now. I love you all! I'm so
glad the people who are reading this like the story. Hehehe. You'd probably
like it even more if I stopped all my rambling up here and just wrote the
story, ne? Alright. Alright. I'll hop to it like the good little slave I
am. Oh yeah. One last thing. No really, I swear. Blame my best friend Ree-
san. I wouldn't be writing any of these fics if it weren't for her. She
sorta inspires me I guess you could say. She's an amazing writer. She's got
an account under Lejindary Bunny so go check her out. She's better than I
am but she doesn't write anything Gundam. Kay I'm done. Now comes the bests
part! THE DISCLAIMER!!!!
Diclaimer: whatever
/./=Duo mouthing stuff. Gee who woulda thought? Oh yeah this goes for Dixept too. Thought in Dixpet's case it's more signing than mouthing. '.'=thoughts
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hr noshade size=10 width=75%'Heero, hmm?' Duo racked his brain for any shred of a memory that contained the pilot. Only a headache was to be felt from his efforts. 'Damn!' He wandered into the bathroom, using the mirror to help him see what he was doing as he braided his hair loosely for the night. If he did it too tight, the headache would never go away and if it were too loose, it'd be one giant tangle in the morning.
He blew the bangs out of his face before heading back into the bedroom, getting undressed as he went. He climbed under the covers pulling them tightly about him for warmth. The bed was comfier than most of the other safe houses. Well, except for those few occasions. Hadn't those ones belonged to someone? One of his four partners? Yes. but Duo was not about to try figuring out which one. His current headache still hadn't gone away and that had been caused by trying to remember someone with a face. With the way things were going, the headache would worsen to an even greater extent trying to remember someone he knew nothing about. An even bigger headache would probably kill him and Duo Maxwell didn't have a death wish.
He closed his eyes, wishing that Heero had thought to turn off the lights before he left. He would himself, but he didn't have the energy. He blinked his eyes open a few moments later when he realized that the lights had gone out, but there had been no one to turn them out. The door had never opened and he hadn't heard the almost inaudible click when the light bulb blew. So how had they turned off?
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... what's the price?...
... do you accept?...
... ... ...
... do you accept?...
... yes...
"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" Duo shot straight up in bed clutching his hand to his chest coughing harshly. He shook his head trying to dispel the terrible images from his vision. He slowly pulled the hand away from his chest and just as slowly looked down at it. A dark liquid was trailing down his arm. Blood. He opened the hand and traced the gash in his palm lightly with a fingertip. He stared at it fascinated by it. Where had it come from? No one was in the roo...
"Duo! What's wrong?" Heero's voice sounded frantic with worry as he threw open the door.
Duo watched as he tried to turn on the light switch that was already in the on position even though the lights weren't on. The lights came to life after Heero had tried turning the switch off and then on again. Duo gave it a curious look before turning back to Heero and holding out his injured hand.
"Oh, Duo," Heero sighed lightly going to the boy. "Don't tell me you've started this again. Please don't tell me that," he took the offered hand and gently tugged Duo into the bathroom. He yanked a pristine white towel off the rack, thinking grimly that Quatre would surely throw it out after Duo's blood stained it.
Duo halted Heero for a moment. He couldn't bear to see the pilot so... disappointed? He knew he had done something similar before, but he had never told anyone. Somehow this pilot had learned one of his secrets. He wanted to reassure the boy that he didn't need to worry. /I didn't do this. I woke up with it/ Duo mouthed, a hint of remorse showing through his eyes over times past when it had been his fault.
He nodded, believing him. Duo didn't lie. He took care in cleaning the wound, then turned back to the medicine chest for sterile gauze. He faltered when he caught Duo looking at the wound strangely. He sat down on the edge of the tub in front of the boy, taking his hand again. He looked down at it and blinked. The wound was smaller, by quite a bit. As he continued to watch, the flesh grew back together and mended itself within minutes, leaving only a faint scar that strangely took the shape of an ornate scythe.
"Did you hear anyone in your room?" Heero asked, watching those oddly violet eyes carefully. They seemed deeper somehow, more expressive than they had been before the incident had occurred.
/No. I... I was having a dream... I don't remember much, just all these pictures of deaths,/ Duo shuddered, bringing his knees up to his chest and hugging them. /Then I- I felt this pain rip through my hand and I woke up screaming. Heero, Heero, what's happening to me? So many things I can't explain./ Duo looked down miserably. He was a freak now if he hadn't been one before. His braid was bad enough, but now? Now he could see perfectly in the dark, his hand had healed faster than was humanly possible, he had dreams that scarred him physically, and he was beginning to think that he had somehow turned out the light.
"I don't know Duo, I just don't know, but I promise you we'll find out," Heero hesitated before leaning forward and placing his arms around the longhaired pilot. His lips formed a small smile when he felt the warm bundle press closer to him and dig its hands into his tank top. Heero buried his nose in the sweet smelling hair, and inhaled deeply. He never could get enough of the way Duo smelled.
He sighed a while later, standing up and taking his partner with him. He chuckled quietly when he noticed that Duo had fallen asleep in his arms. It touched Heero to know he was trusted enough to be put in charge of the angel's life. Maybe things would turn out all right for him concerning Duo, but just because the boy fell asleep while in his embrace, that didn't mean he wasn't straight. Somehow, Heero knew he wasn't though. Duo was the type to appreciate beauty in anyone regardless of their gender.
"Ai shiteru, Duo," Heero whispered softly as he brought the pilot to his own room and tucked him into bed. He was afraid to leave him alone again. He just couldn't be sure that Duo would be safe alone especially since he wasn't completely healed yet.
Heero sat at his laptop and opened the file he had just created a few hours ago. He had wanted to keep track of changes and unexplained happenings that revolved around Duo. The oddity of the lights would be added along with the scythe in his hand and its healing. It was strange that it was the only thing to have healed. The bruises were still there and Duo continued to be unable to talk as of yet. The list was getting progressively longer without any end to the occurrences in sight.
He glanced over at Duo, the bruises showing up faintly in the glow from the computer screen. He wondered why they hadn't disappeared as had the gash. They seemed to be healing as Duo's usual rate. What ihad/i happened to him? Maybe he had been bitten by a radio active spider like that guy in the movie... Heero shook his head immediately dismissing the foolish thought. He wouldn't even consider that until he saw spider webs shooting out from Duo's wrists. He'd believe the boy really was Shinigami before he believed that. Not that either was plausible.
He turned back to the glowing screen to type up his report on Duo's progress, purposely leaving out anything that would cause Dr. J to want to experiment on his best friend.
He'd take Duo to go see Dixept Marxe in the morning. He'd take him to see Sally Po, but she was preoccupied on another colony as of two hours ago when he had received her reply via e-mail. Dixept could be trusted according to Po. She'd given him explicit instructions to see no one else. She didn't trust anyone else's loyalties as much as she did the young man's. She was worried about what would happen if word got out that it was a gundam pilot being seen. Dixept wouldn't care, but others could be bribed. Dixept was also the best she had, despite his young age.
Besides, Po thought Duo'd like the boy due to the fact that he was a mute and if nothing could be done for Duo's voice, then the Dr. would be able to teach him sign language. The idea had made Heero cringe at the thought of an upset, mute Duo flailing his arms all over the place as he tried to convey what he wanted. That would cause a lot of damage Heero didn't want to think about. Sally had also mused that he might enjoy having a spirited conversation with the talkative Dr.
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Dixept was young. That was the first thing that caught Heero's attention. The redhead could only be a couple years older than them at best. The second had been that he was not enjoying the attention given to him by one of the security guards. Heero calmly sent a warning shot zinging past the man's arm, just nicking him.
The man howled and turned to face him. "What the hell d'you think yer doin' lid?" he snarled stalking over to the pilots.
"I believe he made it perfectly clear that he did not wish to be the recipient of your advances. Sally Po will hear of this," Heero smirked satisfied as the man paled and stormed off.
Duo bounded over to the boy, making sure he was alright, but was politely waved off.
/I'm alright. Thanks though. To both of you. You must be the Gundam pilots. Am I correct?/ he mouthed and grinned when the braided boy nodded and the shooter moved over to the boy's side. /I'm Dixept Marxe, and that guy will be fired within 24 hours of Miss Po hearing of his conduct. She's rather protective of me in a motherly sort of way,/ the Dr. blushed, but was clearly pleased with the woman's affection for him.
Marxe had been born in Ireland and had lived there until he had turned ten having no other place to go, he'd taken up with studying Sally Po's work. He'd been in her care ever since. She'd been the one to see to it that technology that would allow the boy to talk was progressed. They'd made a start, but the procedure was too painful for the boy's liking, so it was rarely used.
Sally had been right. Marxe and Duo had hit it off great. They were both fans of loud music with similar tastes in bands. And of course there was the fact that they both loved to chat, seemingly about nothing at all. Heero had finally gotten antsy and had requested that the Dr. take a look at Duo since that was why they were there in the first place.
The Dr. was quick and efficient, but highly aware of every subtle movement that he made. His patients' welfare was the most important thing on his list while he was working.
/He should be able to talk again. His organs in the vicinity of his voice box are just swollen due to his strangulation. Frankly I'm surprised that he survived it,/ Dixept signed absentmindedly as he looked over Duo's x- rays.
/Everything else is just superficial, although I am highly concerned about his weight. If the scale isn't lying then he weighs 46lbs. I don't understand how that can be true. He appears to be perfectly healthy and doesn't look at all underweight... at least not by sixty pounds. His eyesight and hearing are exceptional. I've never seen someone with senses as finely tuned as his are. Is there something that you are not telling me Mr. Yuy? Mr. Maxwell?/
Dixept had turned the face the pilots, placing his hands on his hips after he had finished speaking. Apparently 02 had no idea what was going on with him. He had been wearing an expression of complete shock ever since his weight had been mentioned. 01 on the other hand, seemed to have already been aware of the issue of the boy's weight, but not of the boy's senses. He sighed. /If I didn't know any better, I would say that you weren't human Maxwell,/ he grinned, dropping the issues. Neither boy would have any answers for him, and it was obvious that tests were out of the question.
He waved to the boys as they left his office, a grin still plastered on his face. He quickly wrote Sally Po an e-mail, detailing his findings and informing her of the guard's behavior and Heero's rescue. Heero had been quiet yes, but not as cold as Sally had made him sound. Either she had exaggerated or Heero was acting differently. He had seemed rather fond of Maxwell so maybe that was it.
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Let me know how the formatting is this time around, kay? I tried to keep the paras smaller as well.
Diclaimer: whatever
/./=Duo mouthing stuff. Gee who woulda thought? Oh yeah this goes for Dixept too. Thought in Dixpet's case it's more signing than mouthing. '.'=thoughts
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hr noshade size=10 width=75%'Heero, hmm?' Duo racked his brain for any shred of a memory that contained the pilot. Only a headache was to be felt from his efforts. 'Damn!' He wandered into the bathroom, using the mirror to help him see what he was doing as he braided his hair loosely for the night. If he did it too tight, the headache would never go away and if it were too loose, it'd be one giant tangle in the morning.
He blew the bangs out of his face before heading back into the bedroom, getting undressed as he went. He climbed under the covers pulling them tightly about him for warmth. The bed was comfier than most of the other safe houses. Well, except for those few occasions. Hadn't those ones belonged to someone? One of his four partners? Yes. but Duo was not about to try figuring out which one. His current headache still hadn't gone away and that had been caused by trying to remember someone with a face. With the way things were going, the headache would worsen to an even greater extent trying to remember someone he knew nothing about. An even bigger headache would probably kill him and Duo Maxwell didn't have a death wish.
He closed his eyes, wishing that Heero had thought to turn off the lights before he left. He would himself, but he didn't have the energy. He blinked his eyes open a few moments later when he realized that the lights had gone out, but there had been no one to turn them out. The door had never opened and he hadn't heard the almost inaudible click when the light bulb blew. So how had they turned off?
center-~*^*~-/center
... what's the price?...
... do you accept?...
... ... ...
... do you accept?...
... yes...
"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" Duo shot straight up in bed clutching his hand to his chest coughing harshly. He shook his head trying to dispel the terrible images from his vision. He slowly pulled the hand away from his chest and just as slowly looked down at it. A dark liquid was trailing down his arm. Blood. He opened the hand and traced the gash in his palm lightly with a fingertip. He stared at it fascinated by it. Where had it come from? No one was in the roo...
"Duo! What's wrong?" Heero's voice sounded frantic with worry as he threw open the door.
Duo watched as he tried to turn on the light switch that was already in the on position even though the lights weren't on. The lights came to life after Heero had tried turning the switch off and then on again. Duo gave it a curious look before turning back to Heero and holding out his injured hand.
"Oh, Duo," Heero sighed lightly going to the boy. "Don't tell me you've started this again. Please don't tell me that," he took the offered hand and gently tugged Duo into the bathroom. He yanked a pristine white towel off the rack, thinking grimly that Quatre would surely throw it out after Duo's blood stained it.
Duo halted Heero for a moment. He couldn't bear to see the pilot so... disappointed? He knew he had done something similar before, but he had never told anyone. Somehow this pilot had learned one of his secrets. He wanted to reassure the boy that he didn't need to worry. /I didn't do this. I woke up with it/ Duo mouthed, a hint of remorse showing through his eyes over times past when it had been his fault.
He nodded, believing him. Duo didn't lie. He took care in cleaning the wound, then turned back to the medicine chest for sterile gauze. He faltered when he caught Duo looking at the wound strangely. He sat down on the edge of the tub in front of the boy, taking his hand again. He looked down at it and blinked. The wound was smaller, by quite a bit. As he continued to watch, the flesh grew back together and mended itself within minutes, leaving only a faint scar that strangely took the shape of an ornate scythe.
"Did you hear anyone in your room?" Heero asked, watching those oddly violet eyes carefully. They seemed deeper somehow, more expressive than they had been before the incident had occurred.
/No. I... I was having a dream... I don't remember much, just all these pictures of deaths,/ Duo shuddered, bringing his knees up to his chest and hugging them. /Then I- I felt this pain rip through my hand and I woke up screaming. Heero, Heero, what's happening to me? So many things I can't explain./ Duo looked down miserably. He was a freak now if he hadn't been one before. His braid was bad enough, but now? Now he could see perfectly in the dark, his hand had healed faster than was humanly possible, he had dreams that scarred him physically, and he was beginning to think that he had somehow turned out the light.
"I don't know Duo, I just don't know, but I promise you we'll find out," Heero hesitated before leaning forward and placing his arms around the longhaired pilot. His lips formed a small smile when he felt the warm bundle press closer to him and dig its hands into his tank top. Heero buried his nose in the sweet smelling hair, and inhaled deeply. He never could get enough of the way Duo smelled.
He sighed a while later, standing up and taking his partner with him. He chuckled quietly when he noticed that Duo had fallen asleep in his arms. It touched Heero to know he was trusted enough to be put in charge of the angel's life. Maybe things would turn out all right for him concerning Duo, but just because the boy fell asleep while in his embrace, that didn't mean he wasn't straight. Somehow, Heero knew he wasn't though. Duo was the type to appreciate beauty in anyone regardless of their gender.
"Ai shiteru, Duo," Heero whispered softly as he brought the pilot to his own room and tucked him into bed. He was afraid to leave him alone again. He just couldn't be sure that Duo would be safe alone especially since he wasn't completely healed yet.
Heero sat at his laptop and opened the file he had just created a few hours ago. He had wanted to keep track of changes and unexplained happenings that revolved around Duo. The oddity of the lights would be added along with the scythe in his hand and its healing. It was strange that it was the only thing to have healed. The bruises were still there and Duo continued to be unable to talk as of yet. The list was getting progressively longer without any end to the occurrences in sight.
He glanced over at Duo, the bruises showing up faintly in the glow from the computer screen. He wondered why they hadn't disappeared as had the gash. They seemed to be healing as Duo's usual rate. What ihad/i happened to him? Maybe he had been bitten by a radio active spider like that guy in the movie... Heero shook his head immediately dismissing the foolish thought. He wouldn't even consider that until he saw spider webs shooting out from Duo's wrists. He'd believe the boy really was Shinigami before he believed that. Not that either was plausible.
He turned back to the glowing screen to type up his report on Duo's progress, purposely leaving out anything that would cause Dr. J to want to experiment on his best friend.
He'd take Duo to go see Dixept Marxe in the morning. He'd take him to see Sally Po, but she was preoccupied on another colony as of two hours ago when he had received her reply via e-mail. Dixept could be trusted according to Po. She'd given him explicit instructions to see no one else. She didn't trust anyone else's loyalties as much as she did the young man's. She was worried about what would happen if word got out that it was a gundam pilot being seen. Dixept wouldn't care, but others could be bribed. Dixept was also the best she had, despite his young age.
Besides, Po thought Duo'd like the boy due to the fact that he was a mute and if nothing could be done for Duo's voice, then the Dr. would be able to teach him sign language. The idea had made Heero cringe at the thought of an upset, mute Duo flailing his arms all over the place as he tried to convey what he wanted. That would cause a lot of damage Heero didn't want to think about. Sally had also mused that he might enjoy having a spirited conversation with the talkative Dr.
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Dixept was young. That was the first thing that caught Heero's attention. The redhead could only be a couple years older than them at best. The second had been that he was not enjoying the attention given to him by one of the security guards. Heero calmly sent a warning shot zinging past the man's arm, just nicking him.
The man howled and turned to face him. "What the hell d'you think yer doin' lid?" he snarled stalking over to the pilots.
"I believe he made it perfectly clear that he did not wish to be the recipient of your advances. Sally Po will hear of this," Heero smirked satisfied as the man paled and stormed off.
Duo bounded over to the boy, making sure he was alright, but was politely waved off.
/I'm alright. Thanks though. To both of you. You must be the Gundam pilots. Am I correct?/ he mouthed and grinned when the braided boy nodded and the shooter moved over to the boy's side. /I'm Dixept Marxe, and that guy will be fired within 24 hours of Miss Po hearing of his conduct. She's rather protective of me in a motherly sort of way,/ the Dr. blushed, but was clearly pleased with the woman's affection for him.
Marxe had been born in Ireland and had lived there until he had turned ten having no other place to go, he'd taken up with studying Sally Po's work. He'd been in her care ever since. She'd been the one to see to it that technology that would allow the boy to talk was progressed. They'd made a start, but the procedure was too painful for the boy's liking, so it was rarely used.
Sally had been right. Marxe and Duo had hit it off great. They were both fans of loud music with similar tastes in bands. And of course there was the fact that they both loved to chat, seemingly about nothing at all. Heero had finally gotten antsy and had requested that the Dr. take a look at Duo since that was why they were there in the first place.
The Dr. was quick and efficient, but highly aware of every subtle movement that he made. His patients' welfare was the most important thing on his list while he was working.
/He should be able to talk again. His organs in the vicinity of his voice box are just swollen due to his strangulation. Frankly I'm surprised that he survived it,/ Dixept signed absentmindedly as he looked over Duo's x- rays.
/Everything else is just superficial, although I am highly concerned about his weight. If the scale isn't lying then he weighs 46lbs. I don't understand how that can be true. He appears to be perfectly healthy and doesn't look at all underweight... at least not by sixty pounds. His eyesight and hearing are exceptional. I've never seen someone with senses as finely tuned as his are. Is there something that you are not telling me Mr. Yuy? Mr. Maxwell?/
Dixept had turned the face the pilots, placing his hands on his hips after he had finished speaking. Apparently 02 had no idea what was going on with him. He had been wearing an expression of complete shock ever since his weight had been mentioned. 01 on the other hand, seemed to have already been aware of the issue of the boy's weight, but not of the boy's senses. He sighed. /If I didn't know any better, I would say that you weren't human Maxwell,/ he grinned, dropping the issues. Neither boy would have any answers for him, and it was obvious that tests were out of the question.
He waved to the boys as they left his office, a grin still plastered on his face. He quickly wrote Sally Po an e-mail, detailing his findings and informing her of the guard's behavior and Heero's rescue. Heero had been quiet yes, but not as cold as Sally had made him sound. Either she had exaggerated or Heero was acting differently. He had seemed rather fond of Maxwell so maybe that was it.
TBC.../hr noshade size=10 width=75%
Let me know how the formatting is this time around, kay? I tried to keep the paras smaller as well.