Author's Note: Um. Wow? It still surprises me to see so many reviews for
only two chapters. Well that and the fact that I wrote it.
Evita: Yeah Heero'll ask Duo about the amnesia eventually actually he'll ask in this chappy now that I think of it.
Gears: Not to worry. The other pilots won't screw anything up for Heero. He'll make sure of that. As to when you get the new chappy, was this fast enough for you? Keep in mind I had an AP test the day after I wrote this. Actually I had the test today. Hehe. I still hate Calc. Go fig. Anyway. I'm just teasing I really did want to work on this story. Anyway. I just uploaded a bit of a new version cause someone said WuFei was a bit OOC which he might have been. I've only actually watched up to episode 15, so... yeah I'm trying my best. Then again Heero is OOC so I guess it really doesn't matter. Hehe oops I'm rambling. I'll shut up now and get to work on tweaking WuFei now. Luv ya!
Nelia Black: Wow. You came back for more... Are you stalking this story or something? Hehehe I'm kidding. Sorry but I can't tell you what's up with Duo yet. Only two people other than me know. One is in the story and the other is my best friend. Mwahahaha. As for the amnesia. I don't believe he will ever regain his lost memories. If he did, he wouldn't let anyone know.
-~*This chappy is dedicated to Nelia Black. When I last checked the reviews she had been oth the first and last to review this story. So, Thanks Nelia!!!!*~-
Disclaimer: the standard whatever. Nuttin's mine in this chappy but the story itself. Oh yeah. Trastyre, the guard Heero shot, is from my imagination and Dr. Dixept Marxe is a baby of mine. All other charas and stuff are not nor have they ever been mine, but a girl can wish ne?
/.../= Duo mouthing stuff. Now remember that isn't supposed to be sick. '...'= thoughts
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"Is there something I can do for you?" Treize calmly looked up from the papers littering his desk to gaze at the man before him. "Ah, yes, Trastyre. What information do you have for me? Is the Dr. willing?"
"Negative, sir. Marxe was most adamant about his feelings towards OZ. He will never work under you, but he will still treat your soldiers. He does not discriminate against those in need of his help," the OZ recruit informed his leader.
"Pity. It's a shame that the young are not as impressionable as they once were. Is it possible that in time you might be able to persuade him?"
"Negative," the soldier blushed looking down slightly. "I... I will not be allowed to return, sir. I made an inexcusable error in judgment." Trastyre quickly hurried on before giving Treize an opportunity to comment or send him back through training. "However, I have news for you concerning the Gundam pilots."
"I'm listening," Kushrenada leaned forward a bit, arms supporting him on the desk.
"Pilot 02 is alive. 01 took him to see Marxe while I was there," Trastyre held his breath as he waited for the man's reaction.
"How is that possible? Mueller informed me that when he left the boy, he had no pulse and had not been breathing for a quarter of an hour," Treize fixed the soldier with a piercing stare, daring the boy to lie.
"I do not know, but it was clearly 02, and he was very much alive, sir."
"Very well. You may leave," Treize waved the boy away and went back to his papers on his desk. However, they weren't what were occupying his thoughts, possibilities of how the Deathscythe pilot could be still be alive were forming themselves in his mind.
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Heero held the door open for Duo once they returned to the safe house and ushered the smaller boy into the kitchen. "Hungry, Duo?" Heero asked even as he turned around to open the cupboards searching for the ingredients to make soup. The bruises on Duo's neck were still a violent shade of purple. It would probably irritate his throat further to attempt swallowing anything solid.
Duo rolled his eyes and smiled. Heero really was very nice to take care of him like this. He knew it must be an inconvenience, but the boy never complained. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it. He sat at the table and studied Heero as he worked at the counter, expertly chopping vegetables and adding just the right amount of spices to the broth.
Heero sat across from Duo after he covered the pot to let it simmer. "Duo? Can I ask you about what happened?" He sighed in relief when he saw the braided boy nod. "Alright, do you remember anything that happened to you before you woke up here?"
Duo chewed on his bottom lip lightly as he tried to remember just what had happened. /I... I thought I was helping a man. He asked if I knew any sort of medical aid. He claimed that OZ had destroyed his house and that his family needed help. I... told him I'd see what I could do. He trailed behind me and the next thing I knew, there was a knife at my throat.../ Duo paused to think again and let Heero soak up the information. /He tried to choke me, and when I fought back... that's how I got all the other stuff. He wasn't too happy,/ Duo grinned, and for a moment he looked like the old insane Duo. /I passed out, I guess the next time he tried to strangle me./ Duo would be alright. The glimpse of Duo's old expression was proof of that.
Heero nodded, losing himself in thought a bit. 'Why had the Ozzie left Duo alive? Why are there so many questions that we can't even begin to answer?' He looked back up at Duo, "As far as I can tell, you remember quite a bit. So I won't ask you what you remember. What don't you remember?"
/People mostly. I remember everything except people who are alive, excluding Dr. G. I know I have four partners and that one was rich. I know that because I remember the really nice safe houses were his. I also seem to remember this one girl. Man! She had some set of lungs, always using them to shriek something about someone coming and killing her. I wish he would so that I would never have to listen to her again. For some reason I know I never liked her. It's like she always got in the way of something, but I don't remember what. But, anyway, that's as far as I can recall,/ Duo shrugged. /Anytime I try to remember, I get a headache, so I stopped. Mmmm... smells good, Hee-chan,/ Duo sniffed the air and smiled appreciatively.
Heero smiled softly. "You used to call me that... I took it for granted. I won't again," he stood up and moved towards the stove to ladle out two bowls of the steaming soup. He placed one in front of his partner and sat back down across from him.
"HEERO?! What's the baka done inow/i?! I was just informed that he lost his memory!" WuFei yelled as he shut the door firmly behind him causing Duo to jump and stare at Heero with wide eyes.
"We're in the kitchen, Chang. Only part of his memory was lost. Soup's on the stove," Heero stated, inviting the boy to help himself.
"Thanks Yuy. So what part of his memory is lost?" The Chinese pilot eyed Duo critically after he had filled his own bowl and had sat down. Duo looked a mess. Just what ihad/i the boy's carelessness gotten himself into? But what unnerved him most were the eyes. He had never seen the pilot's eyes so filled with hurt, and to see it blamed upon him was more than upsetting. He couldn't think of anything that he had done wrong. Usually everything just rolled off the boy or he ranted about it. He inever/i just sat there silently and made you feel like you had just kicked a puppy.
"Apologize, Chang. Now," Heero glared at the confused boy.
"I didn't do anything to him! Why do I have to apologize?" WuFei sat back in his chair staring incredulously at Heero.
"Chang. I'm not joking. Apologize for calling him a baka," Heero growled out dangerously. "Now."
"But, you ca-" WuFei was cut off by a sharp "Now, before I shoot," from an enraged Heero. The Chinese pilot blinked in surprise. If he didn't know better, he'd say Heero liked the bigmouth, who had suspiciously remained silent. Usually, he would have yelled at him himself. He sighed, caving in and turned the baka. "Alright. Duo, I'm sorry I called you a baka," 'you baka,' WuFei added silently. Duo must just be trying to get extra attention. It was common knowledge to everyone but Heero that the boy had a crush on Wing's pilot.
If possible, Duo looked even more sullen when he heard the apology. He clenched his fists at his sides trying to keep his face as neutral as possible. He didn't understand why the Chinese pilot was being so mean to him and calling him an idiot.
Duo couldn't smother the silent laughter that bubbled up as the chair WuFei was sitting in suddenly collapsed beneath him, leaving a stunned pilot on his rump next to the table.
Heero, himself was having a hard time keeping a straight face at the other's misfortune. He cast a glance towards Duo, it was just another strange happening since Duo had been brought back to the safe house.
/What goes around comes around,/ Duo mouthed to Heero while still laughing.
Heero gave a curt nod before helping WuFei up off the floor. "What happened, Chang?"
"I... I have no idea," WuFei crouched down to take a look at the splinters of wood piled in a heap where he had been sitting. How had that happened? The chair had been sturdy. Chairs usually never just combusted beneath their occupants. He shook his head thanking that he'd probably never know what had happened. "What's wrong with Maxwell?" he glanced over at the American in curiosity.
"Duo lost part of his memory. He cannot remember people, specifically the four of us. He remembers everyone that has died, but no one who is currently living other than Dr. G. He does however remember that there are four of us, but no specifics other than that one is rich and another is being stalked by girl with incredible lung capacity," Heero smirked, knowing perfectly well who the girl was.
"I see, and he is remaining silent because?" WuFei asked, still watching the silent pilot, thankful that he had lost that glint of acute pain in his eyes. However, he wasn't pleased by what had replaced it, laughter. Duo was laughing at him for landing on his ass because of some freak accident!
"He is incapable as of yet. He has been strangled and his throat was severely damaged. He should regain its use within a week," Heero resumed his eating, dismissing WuFei's presence as he did so.
"I think I'll take this to my room," WuFei murmured softly as he left the room. "Stupid baka needs to be more careful. Too bad it isn't permanent. It'd save us all numerous headaches," he muttered, chuckling lightly as he closed to door to his room. The bowl shattered to the floor as a loud voice resonated throughout the house yelling, "I HEARD THAT CHANG WUFEI!"
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Heero stared wide eyed at Duo, mouth slack. Had that just been WuFei's voice coming from the small American?
TBC...
Let me know how I did with WuFei. I just revamped his part cause as someone said he was OOC and I wanted to try to keep them as in character as possible, other than Heero and Duo. Thanks a bunch!
Evita: Yeah Heero'll ask Duo about the amnesia eventually actually he'll ask in this chappy now that I think of it.
Gears: Not to worry. The other pilots won't screw anything up for Heero. He'll make sure of that. As to when you get the new chappy, was this fast enough for you? Keep in mind I had an AP test the day after I wrote this. Actually I had the test today. Hehe. I still hate Calc. Go fig. Anyway. I'm just teasing I really did want to work on this story. Anyway. I just uploaded a bit of a new version cause someone said WuFei was a bit OOC which he might have been. I've only actually watched up to episode 15, so... yeah I'm trying my best. Then again Heero is OOC so I guess it really doesn't matter. Hehe oops I'm rambling. I'll shut up now and get to work on tweaking WuFei now. Luv ya!
Nelia Black: Wow. You came back for more... Are you stalking this story or something? Hehehe I'm kidding. Sorry but I can't tell you what's up with Duo yet. Only two people other than me know. One is in the story and the other is my best friend. Mwahahaha. As for the amnesia. I don't believe he will ever regain his lost memories. If he did, he wouldn't let anyone know.
-~*This chappy is dedicated to Nelia Black. When I last checked the reviews she had been oth the first and last to review this story. So, Thanks Nelia!!!!*~-
Disclaimer: the standard whatever. Nuttin's mine in this chappy but the story itself. Oh yeah. Trastyre, the guard Heero shot, is from my imagination and Dr. Dixept Marxe is a baby of mine. All other charas and stuff are not nor have they ever been mine, but a girl can wish ne?
/.../= Duo mouthing stuff. Now remember that isn't supposed to be sick. '...'= thoughts
center-~*^*~-/center
"Is there something I can do for you?" Treize calmly looked up from the papers littering his desk to gaze at the man before him. "Ah, yes, Trastyre. What information do you have for me? Is the Dr. willing?"
"Negative, sir. Marxe was most adamant about his feelings towards OZ. He will never work under you, but he will still treat your soldiers. He does not discriminate against those in need of his help," the OZ recruit informed his leader.
"Pity. It's a shame that the young are not as impressionable as they once were. Is it possible that in time you might be able to persuade him?"
"Negative," the soldier blushed looking down slightly. "I... I will not be allowed to return, sir. I made an inexcusable error in judgment." Trastyre quickly hurried on before giving Treize an opportunity to comment or send him back through training. "However, I have news for you concerning the Gundam pilots."
"I'm listening," Kushrenada leaned forward a bit, arms supporting him on the desk.
"Pilot 02 is alive. 01 took him to see Marxe while I was there," Trastyre held his breath as he waited for the man's reaction.
"How is that possible? Mueller informed me that when he left the boy, he had no pulse and had not been breathing for a quarter of an hour," Treize fixed the soldier with a piercing stare, daring the boy to lie.
"I do not know, but it was clearly 02, and he was very much alive, sir."
"Very well. You may leave," Treize waved the boy away and went back to his papers on his desk. However, they weren't what were occupying his thoughts, possibilities of how the Deathscythe pilot could be still be alive were forming themselves in his mind.
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Heero held the door open for Duo once they returned to the safe house and ushered the smaller boy into the kitchen. "Hungry, Duo?" Heero asked even as he turned around to open the cupboards searching for the ingredients to make soup. The bruises on Duo's neck were still a violent shade of purple. It would probably irritate his throat further to attempt swallowing anything solid.
Duo rolled his eyes and smiled. Heero really was very nice to take care of him like this. He knew it must be an inconvenience, but the boy never complained. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it. He sat at the table and studied Heero as he worked at the counter, expertly chopping vegetables and adding just the right amount of spices to the broth.
Heero sat across from Duo after he covered the pot to let it simmer. "Duo? Can I ask you about what happened?" He sighed in relief when he saw the braided boy nod. "Alright, do you remember anything that happened to you before you woke up here?"
Duo chewed on his bottom lip lightly as he tried to remember just what had happened. /I... I thought I was helping a man. He asked if I knew any sort of medical aid. He claimed that OZ had destroyed his house and that his family needed help. I... told him I'd see what I could do. He trailed behind me and the next thing I knew, there was a knife at my throat.../ Duo paused to think again and let Heero soak up the information. /He tried to choke me, and when I fought back... that's how I got all the other stuff. He wasn't too happy,/ Duo grinned, and for a moment he looked like the old insane Duo. /I passed out, I guess the next time he tried to strangle me./ Duo would be alright. The glimpse of Duo's old expression was proof of that.
Heero nodded, losing himself in thought a bit. 'Why had the Ozzie left Duo alive? Why are there so many questions that we can't even begin to answer?' He looked back up at Duo, "As far as I can tell, you remember quite a bit. So I won't ask you what you remember. What don't you remember?"
/People mostly. I remember everything except people who are alive, excluding Dr. G. I know I have four partners and that one was rich. I know that because I remember the really nice safe houses were his. I also seem to remember this one girl. Man! She had some set of lungs, always using them to shriek something about someone coming and killing her. I wish he would so that I would never have to listen to her again. For some reason I know I never liked her. It's like she always got in the way of something, but I don't remember what. But, anyway, that's as far as I can recall,/ Duo shrugged. /Anytime I try to remember, I get a headache, so I stopped. Mmmm... smells good, Hee-chan,/ Duo sniffed the air and smiled appreciatively.
Heero smiled softly. "You used to call me that... I took it for granted. I won't again," he stood up and moved towards the stove to ladle out two bowls of the steaming soup. He placed one in front of his partner and sat back down across from him.
"HEERO?! What's the baka done inow/i?! I was just informed that he lost his memory!" WuFei yelled as he shut the door firmly behind him causing Duo to jump and stare at Heero with wide eyes.
"We're in the kitchen, Chang. Only part of his memory was lost. Soup's on the stove," Heero stated, inviting the boy to help himself.
"Thanks Yuy. So what part of his memory is lost?" The Chinese pilot eyed Duo critically after he had filled his own bowl and had sat down. Duo looked a mess. Just what ihad/i the boy's carelessness gotten himself into? But what unnerved him most were the eyes. He had never seen the pilot's eyes so filled with hurt, and to see it blamed upon him was more than upsetting. He couldn't think of anything that he had done wrong. Usually everything just rolled off the boy or he ranted about it. He inever/i just sat there silently and made you feel like you had just kicked a puppy.
"Apologize, Chang. Now," Heero glared at the confused boy.
"I didn't do anything to him! Why do I have to apologize?" WuFei sat back in his chair staring incredulously at Heero.
"Chang. I'm not joking. Apologize for calling him a baka," Heero growled out dangerously. "Now."
"But, you ca-" WuFei was cut off by a sharp "Now, before I shoot," from an enraged Heero. The Chinese pilot blinked in surprise. If he didn't know better, he'd say Heero liked the bigmouth, who had suspiciously remained silent. Usually, he would have yelled at him himself. He sighed, caving in and turned the baka. "Alright. Duo, I'm sorry I called you a baka," 'you baka,' WuFei added silently. Duo must just be trying to get extra attention. It was common knowledge to everyone but Heero that the boy had a crush on Wing's pilot.
If possible, Duo looked even more sullen when he heard the apology. He clenched his fists at his sides trying to keep his face as neutral as possible. He didn't understand why the Chinese pilot was being so mean to him and calling him an idiot.
Duo couldn't smother the silent laughter that bubbled up as the chair WuFei was sitting in suddenly collapsed beneath him, leaving a stunned pilot on his rump next to the table.
Heero, himself was having a hard time keeping a straight face at the other's misfortune. He cast a glance towards Duo, it was just another strange happening since Duo had been brought back to the safe house.
/What goes around comes around,/ Duo mouthed to Heero while still laughing.
Heero gave a curt nod before helping WuFei up off the floor. "What happened, Chang?"
"I... I have no idea," WuFei crouched down to take a look at the splinters of wood piled in a heap where he had been sitting. How had that happened? The chair had been sturdy. Chairs usually never just combusted beneath their occupants. He shook his head thanking that he'd probably never know what had happened. "What's wrong with Maxwell?" he glanced over at the American in curiosity.
"Duo lost part of his memory. He cannot remember people, specifically the four of us. He remembers everyone that has died, but no one who is currently living other than Dr. G. He does however remember that there are four of us, but no specifics other than that one is rich and another is being stalked by girl with incredible lung capacity," Heero smirked, knowing perfectly well who the girl was.
"I see, and he is remaining silent because?" WuFei asked, still watching the silent pilot, thankful that he had lost that glint of acute pain in his eyes. However, he wasn't pleased by what had replaced it, laughter. Duo was laughing at him for landing on his ass because of some freak accident!
"He is incapable as of yet. He has been strangled and his throat was severely damaged. He should regain its use within a week," Heero resumed his eating, dismissing WuFei's presence as he did so.
"I think I'll take this to my room," WuFei murmured softly as he left the room. "Stupid baka needs to be more careful. Too bad it isn't permanent. It'd save us all numerous headaches," he muttered, chuckling lightly as he closed to door to his room. The bowl shattered to the floor as a loud voice resonated throughout the house yelling, "I HEARD THAT CHANG WUFEI!"
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Heero stared wide eyed at Duo, mouth slack. Had that just been WuFei's voice coming from the small American?
TBC...
Let me know how I did with WuFei. I just revamped his part cause as someone said he was OOC and I wanted to try to keep them as in character as possible, other than Heero and Duo. Thanks a bunch!