Drive Myself Crazy Chapter 1
Shido
Disclaimer: No Own so No Sue.
June, AC 197
Duo's fingers flew over the keys as he keyed in various codes. He had begun working for companies, building custom programs for them after New Year. An awkward situation with Hilde had left him uncomfortable staying with her. On New Year's Eve, only minutes before the bells were about to toll, she had told him she loved him. Even when confronted with a young woman with deep feelings, her eyes full of hope, he couldn't lie to her. The next day, he had packed up and left, leaving her in charge of the scrap yard. He had told her that he didn't feel the same way.
His deep concentration was punctured as the phone began to ring. He sighed and picked the handset up, resting it between his cheek and shoulder while he continued typing.
"Hello, Maxwell here."
"Duo? Is that you?"
"No, it's not me. Yeesh Quatre, whatcha disturbing me for when I'm working?" Duo's eyes flicked back and forth as he continued typing, only half listening.
"Duo, I've been trying to find you for weeks. Have you any idea how difficult you are to find?" Quatre's voice conveyed his anger.
"Of course I know how difficult I am to find. I make myself like that. So what do you want?" Duo stopped typing. To hear Quatre out would take less time.
"The Preventers need your help."
"I'm a programmer Quatre, what possible use could they need a custom program for?" Duo leaned back in his chair, picking his cup up.
"They don't want your computer skills, Duo. They want your..."
"If this is anything to do with my experience as a Gundam pilot, I don't want to know. That period of my life is over." Duo cut Quatre off, his voice in a monotone.
"Duo, please... they need your stealth skills."
"What for? I mean, the war is over. There's no more risk."
Quatre sighed. "Duo, there's a new faction working. They need you to go in and close the place down before they can start production of Mobile Suits."
"So send one of the others. I'm not the only one of us."
"I'm too busy, Trowa can't be found, and Wufei doesn't have the skills they need."
"So send Heero. Why bother going through the second rate pilot when you can just use the best? I mean, if the situation is this desperate you may as well go to him."
"We cant send Heero. You'll have to go, Duo...if you don't, then a new war will start."
"Quatre, when we destroyed the Gundams I swore I would not become involved again. I want to put all of this fighting behind me."
"Duo...We really need you to do this..."
"I said no Quatre. Anyway, who is clever and powerful enough to get past the Preventers and start a war with Wufei on the case?" Duo's voice portrayed his irritancy and boredom of the subject.
"Who it is doesn't matter." Quatre quickly tried to dismiss the issue. "But..."
Duo cut him off. "Quatre, tell me." Quatre shivered. Even just over the phone, he was scared of the former pilot. He knew how dangerous Duo could be.
"I can't tell you, Duo. I'm sworn to secrecy."
"Fine. Goodbye, Quatre." Duo moved to put the phone down.
"No, Duo! Wait!"
Duo pulled the phone back to his ear. "Quatre, I don't want to hear any more of your pathetic whining. This is wasting your time and mine. Since you and whoever else feel that I can't be trusted enough to be told who you want me to fight against, I want no more to do with any of you. Do not bother contacting me again. Personally, I can't believe you had the cheek to do this in the first place. We five were the only ones chosen out of billions of people to pilot the Gundams, and you seem to have the feeling that because I chatter on somewhat, that I'm untrustable. You should know that I'm not. OZ beat me repeatedly, but I never revealed anything to them." Duo took the phone away again, moving it down to its resting place.
"...Heero."
He lifted the phone back up in a shot. "What did you say?"
"It...Heero's the one."
Duo snickered, then started laughing out loud.
"Duo!"
"You're kidding me, right? Heero fought for this peace. He wouldn't just go and destroy it like that."
"...Duo, I'm serious. The Preventers managed to restrain him, and he admitted to it."
Duo's body went slack in shock, the phone slipping from his hand and dangling over the edge of his desk, the faint sound of Quatre repeating Duo's name in worry and confusion coming from it.
His head span as he tried to make sense of this information, his mouth opening and closing for a moment.
"H...Heero...Why? You hoped for peace as much as any of us...possibly moreso...Why are you trying to throw it all away...?" Duo barely whispered the words, his eyes lightly tearing over. Any of the others he could possibly understand could do this, but not Heero.
"There...there must be a reason..."
Duo sat back up, and reached down to the handset.
"Quatre."
"Yes, Duo?"
"Send me the details. I'm going to go see him."
Shido
Disclaimer: No Own so No Sue.
June, AC 197
Duo's fingers flew over the keys as he keyed in various codes. He had begun working for companies, building custom programs for them after New Year. An awkward situation with Hilde had left him uncomfortable staying with her. On New Year's Eve, only minutes before the bells were about to toll, she had told him she loved him. Even when confronted with a young woman with deep feelings, her eyes full of hope, he couldn't lie to her. The next day, he had packed up and left, leaving her in charge of the scrap yard. He had told her that he didn't feel the same way.
His deep concentration was punctured as the phone began to ring. He sighed and picked the handset up, resting it between his cheek and shoulder while he continued typing.
"Hello, Maxwell here."
"Duo? Is that you?"
"No, it's not me. Yeesh Quatre, whatcha disturbing me for when I'm working?" Duo's eyes flicked back and forth as he continued typing, only half listening.
"Duo, I've been trying to find you for weeks. Have you any idea how difficult you are to find?" Quatre's voice conveyed his anger.
"Of course I know how difficult I am to find. I make myself like that. So what do you want?" Duo stopped typing. To hear Quatre out would take less time.
"The Preventers need your help."
"I'm a programmer Quatre, what possible use could they need a custom program for?" Duo leaned back in his chair, picking his cup up.
"They don't want your computer skills, Duo. They want your..."
"If this is anything to do with my experience as a Gundam pilot, I don't want to know. That period of my life is over." Duo cut Quatre off, his voice in a monotone.
"Duo, please... they need your stealth skills."
"What for? I mean, the war is over. There's no more risk."
Quatre sighed. "Duo, there's a new faction working. They need you to go in and close the place down before they can start production of Mobile Suits."
"So send one of the others. I'm not the only one of us."
"I'm too busy, Trowa can't be found, and Wufei doesn't have the skills they need."
"So send Heero. Why bother going through the second rate pilot when you can just use the best? I mean, if the situation is this desperate you may as well go to him."
"We cant send Heero. You'll have to go, Duo...if you don't, then a new war will start."
"Quatre, when we destroyed the Gundams I swore I would not become involved again. I want to put all of this fighting behind me."
"Duo...We really need you to do this..."
"I said no Quatre. Anyway, who is clever and powerful enough to get past the Preventers and start a war with Wufei on the case?" Duo's voice portrayed his irritancy and boredom of the subject.
"Who it is doesn't matter." Quatre quickly tried to dismiss the issue. "But..."
Duo cut him off. "Quatre, tell me." Quatre shivered. Even just over the phone, he was scared of the former pilot. He knew how dangerous Duo could be.
"I can't tell you, Duo. I'm sworn to secrecy."
"Fine. Goodbye, Quatre." Duo moved to put the phone down.
"No, Duo! Wait!"
Duo pulled the phone back to his ear. "Quatre, I don't want to hear any more of your pathetic whining. This is wasting your time and mine. Since you and whoever else feel that I can't be trusted enough to be told who you want me to fight against, I want no more to do with any of you. Do not bother contacting me again. Personally, I can't believe you had the cheek to do this in the first place. We five were the only ones chosen out of billions of people to pilot the Gundams, and you seem to have the feeling that because I chatter on somewhat, that I'm untrustable. You should know that I'm not. OZ beat me repeatedly, but I never revealed anything to them." Duo took the phone away again, moving it down to its resting place.
"...Heero."
He lifted the phone back up in a shot. "What did you say?"
"It...Heero's the one."
Duo snickered, then started laughing out loud.
"Duo!"
"You're kidding me, right? Heero fought for this peace. He wouldn't just go and destroy it like that."
"...Duo, I'm serious. The Preventers managed to restrain him, and he admitted to it."
Duo's body went slack in shock, the phone slipping from his hand and dangling over the edge of his desk, the faint sound of Quatre repeating Duo's name in worry and confusion coming from it.
His head span as he tried to make sense of this information, his mouth opening and closing for a moment.
"H...Heero...Why? You hoped for peace as much as any of us...possibly moreso...Why are you trying to throw it all away...?" Duo barely whispered the words, his eyes lightly tearing over. Any of the others he could possibly understand could do this, but not Heero.
"There...there must be a reason..."
Duo sat back up, and reached down to the handset.
"Quatre."
"Yes, Duo?"
"Send me the details. I'm going to go see him."
