Author's note: WAHOOO!!!! AP TESTS ARE DONE!!!! GUESS WHAT THAT MEANS!!! I
CAN WRITE AGAIN!!!
Whelp, here's another chappy. I'm not sure what's going to be in it as I'm
writing this, probably more of Duo's strange dream.
Disclaimer: same as it always has been. Surprised anyone? No? Oh. Well, then. Read on please.
Elfsong: Eh, Duo might get them back. AS I said or at least I think I did. If he does he won't tell anyone. Wait hang on. Scratch that. He definitely will be getting them back at the end of the story, but the other pilots probably won't be informed of that. If anyone in the story learned of it, it would be the unknown as of yet chara and maybe Heero.
And nope. WuFei's voice coming from Duo won't be explained yet. It will be by the end though.
Gears: Heh, in two weeks I'd prob have three of four chappies done. What is your e-mail by the way?
This chappy is dedicated to Gears
-~*^*~-
"D-Duo? How did you do that?" Heero watched Duo carefully, trying to find any evidence that Duo actually knew what was going on. As of a few hours ago, Duo hadn't been able to talk. Then all of a sudden he burst out with what sounded like WuFei's voice. What had triggered that anyway? He hadn't heard anything.
Duo stared back at Heero, his expressive, vivid violet eyes wide. His hands had come up to clamp over his mouth in shock of what had just escaped past his lips. He started trembling and shaking his head in denial. He had no idea what was happening to him and it scared him. He didn't like having so little control over his life.
Heero was immediately around the table, kneeling in front of the American and taking the chill hands in his own. There was no possible way Duo could know what was wrong. He would never voluntarily show any weakness in front of him. "It's alright Duo. Just... calm down. Everything will be alright. Try... try to say something again."
Duo shook his head, fearing that the Chinese pilot's voice would again be heard instead of his own.
"Onegai, Duo. We have to figure out what's going on. We both know that whatever it is, it's not natural," Heero urged, gently squeezing Duo's hands within his own.
Duo nodded, opening his mouth to test his voice, "He-" He broke of in a round of harsh coughs, whatever it had been that allowed Duo to speak gone again.
Heero silently got up and poured a glass of water for the boy and haunched back down in front of him after making sure the pilot had taken a sip to ease the pain in his throat. "Better?" Heero continued when he received an answering nod, "At least it was your voice this time, ne?"
Duo nodded sullenly, his feet catching his interest. /I think I want to go to bed. I... I've had enough for the day,/ Duo sighed, standing up abruptly and heading up to bed, a book under his arm.
Heero watched him go, wishing he could follow him, but knowing he couldn't. Not yet anyway. He didn't want to scare Duo away. Who knew if this was his only chance to win the braided baka's heart? He decided that he might as well go see how Chang was handling himself. He had no doubt that the boy had heard Duo.
"Hey, Heero? Ah, gomen nasai. I did not mean to startle you," Quatre ducked his head apologetically. Something was up if Heero hadn't heard him and Trowa approach. "Why was WuFei yelling at himself?"
"That was not Chang... That was somehow Duo. I was just about to go up and speak to Chang. You and Trowa should be there."
-~*^*~-
He hand never seen anything but anger, laughter, or insanity from those eyes. Occasionally they'd be serious but he'd never seen the hurt. Oh, sure he knew Duo felt it, but he knew how to hide it, just like the rest of them did. Had his amnesia affected him more than they thought? He'd never seen Duo's eyes so open. Perhaps he had forgotten how to shield his eyes. He blinked when he heard the faint tapping coming from the other side of the door before it opened to reveal the three pilots.
"WuFei? Is it alright if we come in? I'd like to speak with you about Duo," Heero closed the door once he received a nod from WuFei and Quatre and Trowa had preceded him in. Trowa stood silently near the doorway, wrapping his arms around his petit lover. Heero occupied the desk chair as WuFei took up a position leaning against the wall, arms akimbo and ankles crossed.
"So what's up with Maxwell? He's acting rather strange," Chang remarked.
Quatre's brow furrowed in confusion. "Would someone mind filling Tro and I in? WE weren't informed of what is going on with Duo. We heard he had been hurt in battle, but we don't know to what extent."
"He's lost part of his memory as well as his voice. Along with that, he's woken up with a rather unusual slice through the palm of his hand in the shape of his mobile suit's scythe. Upon receiving it, it healed completely within five minutes time, leaving only a thin scar."
"Anything else? There must be some connection between everything, but what was it?" Quatre leaned back into strong arms and listened to Heero. He couldn't figure out the connection yet, but he would. This couldn't be all that different than a puzzle.
"When the gash appeared, he was in the middle of a dream of which he has told me nothing about. In addition to that, his lights have been acting peculiar. His eyes have changed color since the incident and apparently his hearing has improved immensely. He has the ability to use someone else's voice, but as of yet has no idea how to control that. What was it you said just before he screamed out?" Heero brought his eyes up to meet the pilot's obsidian eyes.
WuFei had the grace enough to blush slightly. "I uh... I said something along the lines that it would be nice if he never regained his voice. It would save us a lot of head aches."
Heero nodded. "Yes, I see now why that would upset him so. He does not remember anyone and therefore he cannot remember how those he knew interacted with him. Hence, when you called him a baka, he didn't understand why and was hurt by it."
"And Hence, you protecting him. He doesn't remember that you were the worst of us," WuFei smirked, completely understanding Heero's odd behavior over the past hour.
"Hn. You know nothing," he gave WuFei one of his patented death glares before ignoring him and returning to the original topic. "Do you understand the situation now?" Heero turned to look over at the two pilots.
Trowa nodded and gave Quatre, who was trying to hold back a grin, a small squeeze. Heero wouldn't take well to being laughed at.
"It's sweet that you're taking care of Duo. We all know how much the missions mean to you," Quatre smiled.
"That is precisely why I am seeing to it that he recovers. He is an integral part of our resources. His skills are necessary if we plan to win this war for the colonies," he stood abruptly and stalked out of the room to check on Duo.
-~*^*~-
He had curled up on his side with a small light on next to the bed, reading. Ten o'clock had found him in the same position with his arm stretched out, hand hanging over the edge of the bed, and a long forgotten book laying open on the floor. He was fast asleep and Heero hadn't the heart to disturb him, so he simply pulled the blanket up over him and left.
It didn't take long after that for the dream from the night before to return.
... what about Heero? ... ... what's the price? ... ... not if I have to watch him die ... ... do you accept? ... ... ... ... ... do you accept? ... ... yes ... ... you will be ready when the time comes ... ... I will see to it ...
He woke up sweating in the middle of the night. This time there was no pain, no unexplained gashes, just remembered images of deaths, deaths that so many others had mercilessly committed. Duo didn't understand where the gruesome scenes came from, but he had a feeling they were somehow important. This was the second time now that they had appeared. He remembered seeing similar images the night before, but they hadn't had the time to burn themselves into his memory. The slash in his hand had woken him up too soon for them to truly bother him. Tonight was different. Something was evolving and he had a feeling it was him.
TBC...
Disclaimer: same as it always has been. Surprised anyone? No? Oh. Well, then. Read on please.
Elfsong: Eh, Duo might get them back. AS I said or at least I think I did. If he does he won't tell anyone. Wait hang on. Scratch that. He definitely will be getting them back at the end of the story, but the other pilots probably won't be informed of that. If anyone in the story learned of it, it would be the unknown as of yet chara and maybe Heero.
And nope. WuFei's voice coming from Duo won't be explained yet. It will be by the end though.
Gears: Heh, in two weeks I'd prob have three of four chappies done. What is your e-mail by the way?
This chappy is dedicated to Gears
-~*^*~-
"D-Duo? How did you do that?" Heero watched Duo carefully, trying to find any evidence that Duo actually knew what was going on. As of a few hours ago, Duo hadn't been able to talk. Then all of a sudden he burst out with what sounded like WuFei's voice. What had triggered that anyway? He hadn't heard anything.
Duo stared back at Heero, his expressive, vivid violet eyes wide. His hands had come up to clamp over his mouth in shock of what had just escaped past his lips. He started trembling and shaking his head in denial. He had no idea what was happening to him and it scared him. He didn't like having so little control over his life.
Heero was immediately around the table, kneeling in front of the American and taking the chill hands in his own. There was no possible way Duo could know what was wrong. He would never voluntarily show any weakness in front of him. "It's alright Duo. Just... calm down. Everything will be alright. Try... try to say something again."
Duo shook his head, fearing that the Chinese pilot's voice would again be heard instead of his own.
"Onegai, Duo. We have to figure out what's going on. We both know that whatever it is, it's not natural," Heero urged, gently squeezing Duo's hands within his own.
Duo nodded, opening his mouth to test his voice, "He-" He broke of in a round of harsh coughs, whatever it had been that allowed Duo to speak gone again.
Heero silently got up and poured a glass of water for the boy and haunched back down in front of him after making sure the pilot had taken a sip to ease the pain in his throat. "Better?" Heero continued when he received an answering nod, "At least it was your voice this time, ne?"
Duo nodded sullenly, his feet catching his interest. /I think I want to go to bed. I... I've had enough for the day,/ Duo sighed, standing up abruptly and heading up to bed, a book under his arm.
Heero watched him go, wishing he could follow him, but knowing he couldn't. Not yet anyway. He didn't want to scare Duo away. Who knew if this was his only chance to win the braided baka's heart? He decided that he might as well go see how Chang was handling himself. He had no doubt that the boy had heard Duo.
"Hey, Heero? Ah, gomen nasai. I did not mean to startle you," Quatre ducked his head apologetically. Something was up if Heero hadn't heard him and Trowa approach. "Why was WuFei yelling at himself?"
"That was not Chang... That was somehow Duo. I was just about to go up and speak to Chang. You and Trowa should be there."
-~*^*~-
He hand never seen anything but anger, laughter, or insanity from those eyes. Occasionally they'd be serious but he'd never seen the hurt. Oh, sure he knew Duo felt it, but he knew how to hide it, just like the rest of them did. Had his amnesia affected him more than they thought? He'd never seen Duo's eyes so open. Perhaps he had forgotten how to shield his eyes. He blinked when he heard the faint tapping coming from the other side of the door before it opened to reveal the three pilots.
"WuFei? Is it alright if we come in? I'd like to speak with you about Duo," Heero closed the door once he received a nod from WuFei and Quatre and Trowa had preceded him in. Trowa stood silently near the doorway, wrapping his arms around his petit lover. Heero occupied the desk chair as WuFei took up a position leaning against the wall, arms akimbo and ankles crossed.
"So what's up with Maxwell? He's acting rather strange," Chang remarked.
Quatre's brow furrowed in confusion. "Would someone mind filling Tro and I in? WE weren't informed of what is going on with Duo. We heard he had been hurt in battle, but we don't know to what extent."
"He's lost part of his memory as well as his voice. Along with that, he's woken up with a rather unusual slice through the palm of his hand in the shape of his mobile suit's scythe. Upon receiving it, it healed completely within five minutes time, leaving only a thin scar."
"Anything else? There must be some connection between everything, but what was it?" Quatre leaned back into strong arms and listened to Heero. He couldn't figure out the connection yet, but he would. This couldn't be all that different than a puzzle.
"When the gash appeared, he was in the middle of a dream of which he has told me nothing about. In addition to that, his lights have been acting peculiar. His eyes have changed color since the incident and apparently his hearing has improved immensely. He has the ability to use someone else's voice, but as of yet has no idea how to control that. What was it you said just before he screamed out?" Heero brought his eyes up to meet the pilot's obsidian eyes.
WuFei had the grace enough to blush slightly. "I uh... I said something along the lines that it would be nice if he never regained his voice. It would save us a lot of head aches."
Heero nodded. "Yes, I see now why that would upset him so. He does not remember anyone and therefore he cannot remember how those he knew interacted with him. Hence, when you called him a baka, he didn't understand why and was hurt by it."
"And Hence, you protecting him. He doesn't remember that you were the worst of us," WuFei smirked, completely understanding Heero's odd behavior over the past hour.
"Hn. You know nothing," he gave WuFei one of his patented death glares before ignoring him and returning to the original topic. "Do you understand the situation now?" Heero turned to look over at the two pilots.
Trowa nodded and gave Quatre, who was trying to hold back a grin, a small squeeze. Heero wouldn't take well to being laughed at.
"It's sweet that you're taking care of Duo. We all know how much the missions mean to you," Quatre smiled.
"That is precisely why I am seeing to it that he recovers. He is an integral part of our resources. His skills are necessary if we plan to win this war for the colonies," he stood abruptly and stalked out of the room to check on Duo.
-~*^*~-
He had curled up on his side with a small light on next to the bed, reading. Ten o'clock had found him in the same position with his arm stretched out, hand hanging over the edge of the bed, and a long forgotten book laying open on the floor. He was fast asleep and Heero hadn't the heart to disturb him, so he simply pulled the blanket up over him and left.
It didn't take long after that for the dream from the night before to return.
... what about Heero? ... ... what's the price? ... ... not if I have to watch him die ... ... do you accept? ... ... ... ... ... do you accept? ... ... yes ... ... you will be ready when the time comes ... ... I will see to it ...
He woke up sweating in the middle of the night. This time there was no pain, no unexplained gashes, just remembered images of deaths, deaths that so many others had mercilessly committed. Duo didn't understand where the gruesome scenes came from, but he had a feeling they were somehow important. This was the second time now that they had appeared. He remembered seeing similar images the night before, but they hadn't had the time to burn themselves into his memory. The slash in his hand had woken him up too soon for them to truly bother him. Tonight was different. Something was evolving and he had a feeling it was him.
TBC...