Okies! Here's another one of those chapters! Oh and MarieG! I met you're stupid deadline, happy? *grins* I hope you all love this chappy! ^^;
Disclaimer:: There is a number of things that I do not own! Gundam Wing, and Denny's happen to be two of them in this fic! Don't sue my middle name! _
Warnings:: Hacking, cuteness, hinting fluffiness, and Duo's scheming! ^^;
At Gunpoint
Chapter Eleven: The Unknown Hacker
Heero awoke the next morning leaning up against the wall of the Karaoke bar where he'd fallen asleep the night before and stretched. He was glad not to be home and made his way to the park, where his tree, that is, the tree he had sat in for about six days at the park, awaited him. He shot a couple of drunken idiots to his right a death glare, sending them away as quickly as possible. Heero's stomach grumbled, making him realize that he hadn't eating since the morning before. So he dipped into a dinner that was close by, called by the almost famous name of 'Denny's'. He couldn't believe that the bitch had actually found him the other night.
"What has she got? Trackers on me?!?" He mumbled under his breath and snorted, making a bit of his bangs rise up for a second.
"Are you ready to order, Sir?" A female voice asked. The waitress. Heero looked up, examining the black-haired girl in the apron. He almost let out a positive grunt but remembered that the girl wouldn't understand his mumblings.
"Yeah." He finally answered.
"What will it be, Sir?" She seemed so formal, it was almost funny, but Heero, of all people wouldn't laugh.
"I'll just take a small Morning Egg Muffin and some coffee."
"Okay! Now it'll just be bit and I'll be out with you're order." The black-haired female turned and merrily made her way into the kitchen as if she was the happiest person on the face of earth. Heero smirked. Happiness seemed so cheep, that is, for real people. Happiness didn't exist for Heero Yuy, though he could have enjoyed life quite happily with Duo at his side… no! No! Stop thinking of that! {{Awwwww! Come on! You know that's not you at all!}} Like hell it wasn't. The voice had ceased to persuade him since the he had decided not to be with Duo. Maybe he had made a mistake… no. It couldn't be a mistake if it helped him complete his mission. He had to get rid of those damned feelings…
Back at home, Duo was already up, and eating breakfast with a thoughtful look on his face, as if he had to think of something to say. The braided boy looked across the table at Quatre, who looked as worried as ever about him.
"Why do you think he did that?" He blurted while chewing on a piece of toast.
"Well… sometimes Heero does things, I'm sure he didn't mean it." The blond gave him a tentative smile, pretending that everything would be all right, that everything was all right. Yeah, right. Duo put his toast down, just smiling back, trying to put on his usual mask so that no one was worried.
"Yeah. You're probably right Q-man." Duo forced a grin. How it hurt to smile when it felt like you'd die any minute. It hurt like hell. "I think I'll go up stairs for a while."
"It might do you a bit of good to rest." Trowa spoke for the first time today. Well, he was just as silent as Heero, maybe a little less. Duo grinned his fake grin again, knowing all the while that he was going to get to the bottom of this if it killed him. He walked slowly up the stairs, leaving his unfinished toast behind. He hadn't gotten as much sleep as he would of liked, but it was enough to keep him awake and thinking, while the lack made him weary. The door opened with its' same old creek, annoying, yet still every bit as welcoming as the sight of the laptop, then he closed the door as he was inside the room now. His hands grabbed the computer, set upon the desk, and opened it. The longhaired boy took a deep breath. He pressed the power button and a window popped up.
"Password Please," Chimed the computer in a female voice. Wow. A password to turn the darn thing on! Duo's arm accidentally hit the enter button and the computer started up.
"Wow. That was easy. No password. Heh." The longhaired brunette chuckled. That was pretty weird, but smart, if you get it that is. I mean, you could spend hours typing passwords and not get a thing, because that's exactly it. The password was nothing at all. "I'm sure that he wouldn't use the same thing twice though…" He looked at the desktop. There was a folder that was labeled, 'Private'. "Bingo!" He double clicked on it in his excitement and another password window popped up, chiming the, 'Password Please', phrase again. "Let me see…" Duo hummed to himself. It would probably be something in Japanese. "I know!" The longhaired boy typed in the Perfect Soldier's favored nickname for him. B-A-K-A. Baka. Idiot, only Japanese style. He pressed enter and to his surprise and glee, it was the right one. The folder automatically opened up a program and another password window.
"Man, talk about tight security…" Duo drifted off in his statement, trying to think of what other password he could write. He tried numerous ones, and got logged out of the folder and the program six times before he got the right password. He finally made it into the program. Every single password was a different one. Heero sure didn't want anyone in his business. He must have forgotten how skilled Duo was in hacking. He scrolled down the word document and finally saw some words halfway down the page, all it seemed to be was a report, so he moved down a little farther. What he found was extraordinary; Heero Yuy had a Journal; very hard to believe. His eyes fell to the most recent entry, as it was the last one and marked, drunkard3-31byperfectionexperiment19278. His eyes fell one the words below:
Violet eyes like that are always strange when that Baka's drunk. Sometimes I feel like slapping hime back to his senses. Wait? 'Sometimes I feel'… Do I?
Of course he did… It wasn't even a question. All humans felt. Heero was a human. Whether or not he agreed on it.
After all, I'm just a perfection experiment gone wrong. I was just bread to kill, and the blood of countless men covers my guilty, soiled hands, though I don't feel and ounce of remorse for the lives I've taken.
He wasn't just an experiment. He was a unique person… a completely beautiful and breath-taking guy.
He… sat on my lap last night, then went out like a light on his bed. You know I've held lots of guns before and pulled the trigger, taking the life of a man. Killing is easy, but… can the Perfect Soldier… love?
Yes… of course! Why wouldn't he be able to love?!?
Or is it to hard to feel when I've been trained against such sentiments. Feelings, emotions, are nothing but a weakness; no soldier is perfect or complete with them. For they can be a fighter's downfall… his soft spot… his weakness… the thing he needs desperately to her rid of… and I will destroy every trace of this feeling… this weakness. For this is a mission I just now accepted, and nothing can stop Heero Yuy from, completing a mission.
End Transmission…
PerfectionExperiment19278
For a moment Duo just sat there, eyes wide staring at the screen as if he had seen a ghost. It was the answer. Right there. He was avoiding Duo because he was trying to complete a mission, because he was confused and scared with all these new feelings that he thought of as weaknesses. Well, Duo would stop him from completing this mission, that night when Heero came home. Surprise was the best element. In the mean time, he should got off Heero's computer so that it wouldn't be obvious what he had done. Duo felt a little dirty, but he had gotten his answer. So instead of musing over the simple facts of what he had just read, Duo got to work, planning out what he would do that night…
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Sooooooooooooooo?! Whadya think?! Do you wonder what Duo's scheming? I know! *grins* But you'll have to wait a little while since I might have some delays! Oh and in case you haven't noticed, this is another really fun cliffy! Three in one story! Now that's cool! ^^; It's also kinda mean, but…oh well! ^^; I also want to thank all those reviewers out there! I love you all mucho much! I also hope you loved this chappy!
Tenshi-Usa
