A/N: Think you can survive another chapter? Here goes...
Heero woke up with a giant yawn. He stretched and slowly got out of bed, noticing the tangled bed sheets on the floor by his roommate's bed. Duo must be up already...Strange...
He busied himself with his usual morning activities like getting dressed before thinking again of the violet-eyed boy. As Heero stepped downstairs, he saw Trowa and Quatre in the kitchen.
As Heero passed Quatre, he raised 3 fingers. Quatre nodded. "3 eggs, right. Scrambled or over easy?"
"I want scrambled. Anyways, where's Duo?" Heero said, collecting a plate from the cupboard and sitting down at the table.
"He had a mission early this morning, remember?"
Heero checked his watch. "I guess he's not that late. But it shouldn't take him that much longer. It's an easy mission,"
Trowa tsked. "To you Heero, everything is easy. But to us humans, we don't have the same luck. We actually have trouble with some things,"
"Winner, he's definitly been sucking out some of your brains when he kisses you," Wufei grumbled, half dragging his limp body into the kitchen. "Mornings, who needs them? But Barton doesn't seem to have an end to his voice anymore. It's going to be like having another Maxwell running around, heaven forbid,"
Trowa poured himself a glass of orange juice. "But Duo is taking a long time destroying 2 rooms of data,"
"Maybe the traffic's bad," Quatre smiled, mixing the eggy batter.
"Right. At least Maxwell isn't here, so I can enjoy my breakfast without dodging stray bits of food usually flying from his direction. Wouldn't you agree, Yuy?" Wufei only said this to see Heero's answer. He had noticed the boy looking at the Deathsythe pilot an awful lot lately.
"Um, I don't know...." Quatre could have sworn he saw a light tint of pink brush Heero's cheek. For the first time ever, it seemed like Heero was embarrassed and didn't know what to say.
"Hey Wufei, how many eggs do you want?" Quatre said, changing the subject to something familiar. Heero shot Quatre an appriciative glance and sat turned to his plate to eat.
* * *
Duo slowly opened his eyes. He couldn't remember exactly what had happened. The boy winced as memories washed over his brain.
Duo was fighting a small amount of Ozzies...there had come a few more....gas floated into his chamber...and then he, Duo, blacked out.
The young pilot's body was sore. He had been laying on a cement floor. No wonder I hurt so much... Something cold was laying against his wrists. Handcuffs. Great. Juuuuust great. Heero's going to chew me out so much when I get out of here....
Duo suddenly jerked his head up as he heard the slow creak of the cell door opening. He looked into a ruthless face of a soldier. Behind the man stood the Oz base captain.
"Duo Maxwell. Pilot of the gundam Deathsythe. It's good to see you awake," The lady commander said. Her voice was very sturdy as if she was keeping a very important secret in mind but not mouth.
Duo gave the woman a fierce stare. His training included when captured to try not to talk to any Oz member.
The lady smiled. "A tenacious one, aren't you? I can tell. I hope you shall eat your rations before they get cold. But I will be back later to talk to you. Until then," She waved a small hand and swept out of the small room.
The soldier brought forward a tray of hot food and shoved it roughly into the young boy's hands, growling deeply. "You better do what she says or you'll have to answer to me, you scumbag," The man ferociously breathed to Duo's face.
Duo shot him a stupid-poopy-pants look and stuck his tongue out at him. The soldier growled once again and limped out the stone room, slamming the cold metal door.
"And hey!" Duo called, hoping the man was still in hearing range. "That wasn't even a good insult, you cripple!!" Calling the soldier a cripple, no matter how true it was, still bothered Duo's concious. Most people are sensitive about that sort of thing. You shouldn't have said that, Duo's concious told him. It was rude. Would Sister Helen would have wanted you to do that?
The mentioning of Sister Helen, even by his own mind, brought tears of sadness to the pilot's eyes. He shook his head violently, trying to rid the thought from his brain. "I wonder what kind of food it is..." He wondered aloud. "Mashed potatoes, peas, more gross healthy stuff...don't they have anything sweet in here? Not that it matters...it's all probably drugged anyways..."
Heaving the warm food into his mouth, Duo noticed the food tasted off. They did drug it... A few more seconds passed and the light was blurring into the dark. The American's vison was unstable momentarily right before darkness engulfed the poor boy.
A/N: No! It's the evil dreaded cliffhanger! What will happen next? What drugs did Duo eat? Will the other G boys go looking for Duo? Did the mash potatoes taste good? Stay tuned until the next chapter to find out!
Heero woke up with a giant yawn. He stretched and slowly got out of bed, noticing the tangled bed sheets on the floor by his roommate's bed. Duo must be up already...Strange...
He busied himself with his usual morning activities like getting dressed before thinking again of the violet-eyed boy. As Heero stepped downstairs, he saw Trowa and Quatre in the kitchen.
As Heero passed Quatre, he raised 3 fingers. Quatre nodded. "3 eggs, right. Scrambled or over easy?"
"I want scrambled. Anyways, where's Duo?" Heero said, collecting a plate from the cupboard and sitting down at the table.
"He had a mission early this morning, remember?"
Heero checked his watch. "I guess he's not that late. But it shouldn't take him that much longer. It's an easy mission,"
Trowa tsked. "To you Heero, everything is easy. But to us humans, we don't have the same luck. We actually have trouble with some things,"
"Winner, he's definitly been sucking out some of your brains when he kisses you," Wufei grumbled, half dragging his limp body into the kitchen. "Mornings, who needs them? But Barton doesn't seem to have an end to his voice anymore. It's going to be like having another Maxwell running around, heaven forbid,"
Trowa poured himself a glass of orange juice. "But Duo is taking a long time destroying 2 rooms of data,"
"Maybe the traffic's bad," Quatre smiled, mixing the eggy batter.
"Right. At least Maxwell isn't here, so I can enjoy my breakfast without dodging stray bits of food usually flying from his direction. Wouldn't you agree, Yuy?" Wufei only said this to see Heero's answer. He had noticed the boy looking at the Deathsythe pilot an awful lot lately.
"Um, I don't know...." Quatre could have sworn he saw a light tint of pink brush Heero's cheek. For the first time ever, it seemed like Heero was embarrassed and didn't know what to say.
"Hey Wufei, how many eggs do you want?" Quatre said, changing the subject to something familiar. Heero shot Quatre an appriciative glance and sat turned to his plate to eat.
* * *
Duo slowly opened his eyes. He couldn't remember exactly what had happened. The boy winced as memories washed over his brain.
Duo was fighting a small amount of Ozzies...there had come a few more....gas floated into his chamber...and then he, Duo, blacked out.
The young pilot's body was sore. He had been laying on a cement floor. No wonder I hurt so much... Something cold was laying against his wrists. Handcuffs. Great. Juuuuust great. Heero's going to chew me out so much when I get out of here....
Duo suddenly jerked his head up as he heard the slow creak of the cell door opening. He looked into a ruthless face of a soldier. Behind the man stood the Oz base captain.
"Duo Maxwell. Pilot of the gundam Deathsythe. It's good to see you awake," The lady commander said. Her voice was very sturdy as if she was keeping a very important secret in mind but not mouth.
Duo gave the woman a fierce stare. His training included when captured to try not to talk to any Oz member.
The lady smiled. "A tenacious one, aren't you? I can tell. I hope you shall eat your rations before they get cold. But I will be back later to talk to you. Until then," She waved a small hand and swept out of the small room.
The soldier brought forward a tray of hot food and shoved it roughly into the young boy's hands, growling deeply. "You better do what she says or you'll have to answer to me, you scumbag," The man ferociously breathed to Duo's face.
Duo shot him a stupid-poopy-pants look and stuck his tongue out at him. The soldier growled once again and limped out the stone room, slamming the cold metal door.
"And hey!" Duo called, hoping the man was still in hearing range. "That wasn't even a good insult, you cripple!!" Calling the soldier a cripple, no matter how true it was, still bothered Duo's concious. Most people are sensitive about that sort of thing. You shouldn't have said that, Duo's concious told him. It was rude. Would Sister Helen would have wanted you to do that?
The mentioning of Sister Helen, even by his own mind, brought tears of sadness to the pilot's eyes. He shook his head violently, trying to rid the thought from his brain. "I wonder what kind of food it is..." He wondered aloud. "Mashed potatoes, peas, more gross healthy stuff...don't they have anything sweet in here? Not that it matters...it's all probably drugged anyways..."
Heaving the warm food into his mouth, Duo noticed the food tasted off. They did drug it... A few more seconds passed and the light was blurring into the dark. The American's vison was unstable momentarily right before darkness engulfed the poor boy.
A/N: No! It's the evil dreaded cliffhanger! What will happen next? What drugs did Duo eat? Will the other G boys go looking for Duo? Did the mash potatoes taste good? Stay tuned until the next chapter to find out!
