Disclaimer: dun own them
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"Any openings?" Trowa asked, from his Gundam. There were many mobile suits that seemed to want to crush his skull. //well, not today, buddy…//
"Negative. But if you see one take it." Heero called from his own Gundam.
"Right." By now the mobile suits had lessened but more seemed to be appearing out of nowhere. Without warning, Wufei swooped down low and headed to an area in shadows.
"I think Wufei has spotted one. He's taken it." Quatre said, blasting a mobile suit to his right.
"All right. Let's finish these."
***
Wufei left shenlong in the shadows of the trees and made his way to the base on foot. Pausing by the side of the main building, he climbed up a pole and slipped into an air vent.
//Filthy…//
He crawled through the vents, stopping and listening every time he heard someone come along. During one such moment, he heard the guards speaking about a prisoner.
"…He's locked up in the cell." One guard said.
"And he's supposed to be one of the Gundam pilots? What a joke!" the other laughed and the first one joined him. Wufei steamed silently and lifted the metal that lead to the hallway below. He jumped down, quietly, behind the other two pilots and followed them.
"I'm sure even I would have enough sense not to come in here if I were the Gundam pilot." The first one said.
"Of cour- Ugh!" the second guard fell to the ground unconscious. The first guard moved to turn around, weapon out, when he felt something on his temple and heard a cold voice.
"Don't even think about it." Said Wufei. He reached in front of the man and took his weapon, tucking it into the waistband of his own pants. "Now, take me to the cell of the Gundam pilot."
The other guard nodded and gulped. He slowly led the way to the cell through a series of passageways. Wufei kept track of them mentally, since he planned to come back out his way. Finally the guard stopped by a metal door.
"Open it." Wufei ordered. The guard punched in the code that would slide open the door. Once the door was open, Wufei knocked the guy unconscious by hitting him on back of his head and walked in the door. A dim light was on.
His eyes scanned the room and found a dark corner where he was a body lying on the ground, curled into a ball. He walked over to it and crouched down. As soon and he laid a hand on one shoulder, Duo shrank back.
"No…please, no…" He whimpered, not lifting his head. He body trembled violently.
"Duo…" Wufei said, softly, reaching for him again. "It's me, Wufei."
Duo lifted his head and Wufei was shocked. His face had red fingerprints and a numerous amount of bruises. But what shocked him even more than that were his eyes. The eyes that had been full of life were now empty. Nothing but an endless void.
He reached over and gathered the boy in his arms, carrying over to the light. Duo protested, "No please…no… 'Fei…" He tried to curl back into a ball, to cover himself, in vain. Once in the light, Wufei's eyes widened at the extent of injuries on the American pilot's naked body. His upper body was covered harsh black and blue bruises, some of the caused by broken ribs. Moving lower, his thighs were caked with blood. Wufei was horrified. That could only mean one thing. He checked the American for other injuries. There was one in the back of his head, his unbound hair matted with blood. All the while, Duo was muttering.
" 'Fei…get out of here… please…save yourself…please." Duo whimpered. He tried to bring up his hand to push Wufei away but found himself unable to do so.
"What did they give you?" Wufei asked.
"Some…drug…can't move…arms…or…legs…" Wufei could see that it was taking a lot out of him just to talk and quieted him. He dressed him in his old clothes that lay strewn across the room, and picked him up gently.
"Try and stay awake, ne? Might have a concussion." Wufei whispered. Duo nodded slightly, and relaxed in Wufei's arms, trusting him completely. Wufei felt a deep emotion in his chest when Duo snuggled closer to his warmth. He took a couple of deep breaths and walked out of there hoping he could get to the vent without meeting any guards on his way.
Unfortunately, he did meet another couple of guards down the passageway. He was fumbling with his gun and with Duo in his arms, when two guns shots rang out and the guards dropped dead. Behind them, was Trowa, gun in hand.
"Thought you could use a hand." He said, with a slight smile. Wufei flashed him a look of gratitude and both of them made their way back to the air vent. There was a metal rung on the wall near it, and being the acrobat, Trowa swung himself up and over and into the air vent. Once there, he dropped the rope he had brought along with them and hoisted the other two up. Once all of them were safely in the vent, they started to crawl, Wufei had to slow down his pace because of the weight of Duo on his back. They reached the outside of the building and using the rope, climbed back down. As soon as their feet had touched the ground, Wufei and Trowa took off running to their Gundams, Duo hanging limply in Wufei's arms.
"Do you want to take him or shall I?" Trowa asked, as they reached their gundams.
"I'll take him. Can u get deathscythe? Put it on autopilot?" Wufei asked, shifting his hold on the braided pilot, as he started to climb his own Gundam. Trowa nodded and set off in the direction of where Deathscythe was merged in the shadows.
After climbing into shenlong, Wufei set his Gundam too in autopilot and went over to where Duo lay, exhausted. Then he started to take care of the boy's wounds. He bandaged the head wound, wrapped the broken ribs and applied salve on the ugliest bruises.
"It was stupid to take on that mission by yourself." Wufei muttered.
Duo turned his head away and spoke weakly. "It was supposed to be a suicide mission. I knew that one of us would die if we all went there."
"Is that any excuse for going off alone??" Wufei retorted.
"To me, yes. I will not stand by knowing that someone I love could get hurt." He moaned softly.
"What's wrong?"
"My head hurts." He replied, closing his eyes. Wufei went and got some aspirin and water. He helped Duo sit up and fed it to him manually. After laying Duo back down carefully, he asked.
"What happened there, Duo?"
The American pilot's face scrunched up and he turned to his side, curling into a ball. "Please, Wufei…don't ask me this…"
"All right. Rest for now. I don't think you have a concussion, so it's safe for you to sleep. Rest."
Duo closed his eyes and slept. Wufei went back to cockpit and sat there, thinking.
***
I think I'm gonna end it here… have school from tomm…so probably wont be updating for a while…read and review!
***
"Any openings?" Trowa asked, from his Gundam. There were many mobile suits that seemed to want to crush his skull. //well, not today, buddy…//
"Negative. But if you see one take it." Heero called from his own Gundam.
"Right." By now the mobile suits had lessened but more seemed to be appearing out of nowhere. Without warning, Wufei swooped down low and headed to an area in shadows.
"I think Wufei has spotted one. He's taken it." Quatre said, blasting a mobile suit to his right.
"All right. Let's finish these."
***
Wufei left shenlong in the shadows of the trees and made his way to the base on foot. Pausing by the side of the main building, he climbed up a pole and slipped into an air vent.
//Filthy…//
He crawled through the vents, stopping and listening every time he heard someone come along. During one such moment, he heard the guards speaking about a prisoner.
"…He's locked up in the cell." One guard said.
"And he's supposed to be one of the Gundam pilots? What a joke!" the other laughed and the first one joined him. Wufei steamed silently and lifted the metal that lead to the hallway below. He jumped down, quietly, behind the other two pilots and followed them.
"I'm sure even I would have enough sense not to come in here if I were the Gundam pilot." The first one said.
"Of cour- Ugh!" the second guard fell to the ground unconscious. The first guard moved to turn around, weapon out, when he felt something on his temple and heard a cold voice.
"Don't even think about it." Said Wufei. He reached in front of the man and took his weapon, tucking it into the waistband of his own pants. "Now, take me to the cell of the Gundam pilot."
The other guard nodded and gulped. He slowly led the way to the cell through a series of passageways. Wufei kept track of them mentally, since he planned to come back out his way. Finally the guard stopped by a metal door.
"Open it." Wufei ordered. The guard punched in the code that would slide open the door. Once the door was open, Wufei knocked the guy unconscious by hitting him on back of his head and walked in the door. A dim light was on.
His eyes scanned the room and found a dark corner where he was a body lying on the ground, curled into a ball. He walked over to it and crouched down. As soon and he laid a hand on one shoulder, Duo shrank back.
"No…please, no…" He whimpered, not lifting his head. He body trembled violently.
"Duo…" Wufei said, softly, reaching for him again. "It's me, Wufei."
Duo lifted his head and Wufei was shocked. His face had red fingerprints and a numerous amount of bruises. But what shocked him even more than that were his eyes. The eyes that had been full of life were now empty. Nothing but an endless void.
He reached over and gathered the boy in his arms, carrying over to the light. Duo protested, "No please…no… 'Fei…" He tried to curl back into a ball, to cover himself, in vain. Once in the light, Wufei's eyes widened at the extent of injuries on the American pilot's naked body. His upper body was covered harsh black and blue bruises, some of the caused by broken ribs. Moving lower, his thighs were caked with blood. Wufei was horrified. That could only mean one thing. He checked the American for other injuries. There was one in the back of his head, his unbound hair matted with blood. All the while, Duo was muttering.
" 'Fei…get out of here… please…save yourself…please." Duo whimpered. He tried to bring up his hand to push Wufei away but found himself unable to do so.
"What did they give you?" Wufei asked.
"Some…drug…can't move…arms…or…legs…" Wufei could see that it was taking a lot out of him just to talk and quieted him. He dressed him in his old clothes that lay strewn across the room, and picked him up gently.
"Try and stay awake, ne? Might have a concussion." Wufei whispered. Duo nodded slightly, and relaxed in Wufei's arms, trusting him completely. Wufei felt a deep emotion in his chest when Duo snuggled closer to his warmth. He took a couple of deep breaths and walked out of there hoping he could get to the vent without meeting any guards on his way.
Unfortunately, he did meet another couple of guards down the passageway. He was fumbling with his gun and with Duo in his arms, when two guns shots rang out and the guards dropped dead. Behind them, was Trowa, gun in hand.
"Thought you could use a hand." He said, with a slight smile. Wufei flashed him a look of gratitude and both of them made their way back to the air vent. There was a metal rung on the wall near it, and being the acrobat, Trowa swung himself up and over and into the air vent. Once there, he dropped the rope he had brought along with them and hoisted the other two up. Once all of them were safely in the vent, they started to crawl, Wufei had to slow down his pace because of the weight of Duo on his back. They reached the outside of the building and using the rope, climbed back down. As soon as their feet had touched the ground, Wufei and Trowa took off running to their Gundams, Duo hanging limply in Wufei's arms.
"Do you want to take him or shall I?" Trowa asked, as they reached their gundams.
"I'll take him. Can u get deathscythe? Put it on autopilot?" Wufei asked, shifting his hold on the braided pilot, as he started to climb his own Gundam. Trowa nodded and set off in the direction of where Deathscythe was merged in the shadows.
After climbing into shenlong, Wufei set his Gundam too in autopilot and went over to where Duo lay, exhausted. Then he started to take care of the boy's wounds. He bandaged the head wound, wrapped the broken ribs and applied salve on the ugliest bruises.
"It was stupid to take on that mission by yourself." Wufei muttered.
Duo turned his head away and spoke weakly. "It was supposed to be a suicide mission. I knew that one of us would die if we all went there."
"Is that any excuse for going off alone??" Wufei retorted.
"To me, yes. I will not stand by knowing that someone I love could get hurt." He moaned softly.
"What's wrong?"
"My head hurts." He replied, closing his eyes. Wufei went and got some aspirin and water. He helped Duo sit up and fed it to him manually. After laying Duo back down carefully, he asked.
"What happened there, Duo?"
The American pilot's face scrunched up and he turned to his side, curling into a ball. "Please, Wufei…don't ask me this…"
"All right. Rest for now. I don't think you have a concussion, so it's safe for you to sleep. Rest."
Duo closed his eyes and slept. Wufei went back to cockpit and sat there, thinking.
***
I think I'm gonna end it here… have school from tomm…so probably wont be updating for a while…read and review!