Go In Peace
Chapter Two
His hand was shaking with nerves. He had never had to do something this intense before. The fact that he would have to reach into one of his best friends and pull something out only wanted to make him throw up. Wufei wasn't helping by still squirming around.
"Anytime you're ready Maxwell," Heero said as he took hold of Wufei's shoulders.
'Okay you can do this. It's right there...you can see it.' Slowly, Shinigami brought his hand to 05's side then withdrew. 'Come on! If you don't, he'll die!' Of course this was only one of the voices in his head talking. The others were much more paranoid about the matter. 'Hurry! Hurry!!'
"All right!"
Bringing his hand forward, he touched the magnet to the end of the steel bullet. It stuck a moment and allowed enough to come out, so that he could take hold of it with his fingers. Wufei screamed as Duo quickly pulled the not so shiny object out and placed his hand over the hole in the hope that the new blood would clot faster.
"Heero! In that cabinet, there should be a sewing kit. I need thread and a needle. Even if it's a half assed job, I've got to close the wound up."
Quickly, Heero took pressure of the Chinese's boy's shoulders and moved to grab what Duo needed. Sweat streamed down 02's face. He has done it. Hopefully it was the right thing. Heero appeared beside him, a thread and needle in hand.
"No need to hold him; he's passed out from the pain. I can't believe he stayed awake that long." Grabbing a fresh towel, Heero cleaned around the area where Duo had sewed.
"He's stubborn and strong. I'm not surprised in the least."
What a weird twist of attitude. Usually, Heero was the one explaining situations to him.
"There. As long as he doesn't move to aggressively for a while, he should be okay." Taking a piece of linen, he constructed a bandage and placed it over the stitches. Duo then pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over him. Blood stained where his hands touched.
"I have to wash my hands."
01 knew that look. Duo rushed to the sink and forced the water on. Red water now filled the sink. The Deathscythe pilot was not expecting a hand of reassurance on his shoulder but it came.
"It's over. Just take a deep breathe and calm down. Worrying about it won't help him."
Swallowing back vomit, 02 shook his head.
"We'll let him sleep while we formulate a plan."
Heero handed him a dry cloth and walked out into the church. Trowa sat in one of the pews, Quatre asleep on his lap. His mouth had opened a bit, so innocent. 03 brought up his head to welcome them.
"He's going to be okay, if we can keep him steady a while."
Duo rubbed at his eyes to stay awake. One of those pews didn't seem so bad. It brought back memories of trying to stay up for midnight mass. How he just couldn't make it and Father Maxwell would gently shake him awake whispering in his ear...
"Duo?"
"Duo Maxwell?"
Duo shook his head violently and looked up to see the priest standing over him. Somehow, he had ended up leaning against the wall and drifting off. The others must have thought it best to let him sleep.
"Sorry..."
"No problem, my son. You must be hungry. Your friends have already eaten. I believe that the two of them went to see your comrade, while the other went to the bell tower. He said something about seeing what the situation was."
"That would be Heero." Then a puzzled looked crossed his face.
"How do you know my name?" questioned Duo.
"Follow me and I'll tell you."
In the kitchen area, the choirboys sat at the table talking.
"Boys I need a moment." At the word of the Minister, the boys left whispers trailing them as they departed.
"Please," he gestured to a chair, "I'll put together a sandwich."
"Thank you, but..."
"You want to know how I know you. How I know that you were the only survivor of the Maxwell Church Incident. You had been staying at the church a year or so, yes?"
Duo only shook his head.
"Father Maxwell was my brother. He wrote of you often and thought very highly of you. At one point he hoped you might even become his apprentice. But then he died and I saw your name in the article. You fled from the scene. And, I saw you hiding at the memorial service. You looked so lost then, like you didn't have a friend in the world. Now look at you; four young boys your age getting shot at on the street. Why ever were they shooting at you?"
"Well it's not because I'm a priest. You may or may not have believe me...but we are the Gundam pilots."
"Fighting to protect others. It's what you always did, Duo. From what I read in Father Maxwell's letters, you used to beat up people at school for picking on the younger children that stayed at your church. Now you're protecting the colonies."
He placed a plate down in front of the young American, but his appetite was gone.
"I'm sorry about your brother." Smiling again, he took a seat across from the boy.
"My boy...you shouldn't be. That was no one's here's fault. You have four brothers of your own now to watch after. One of them now more than ever. I'll pray for all of you, so don't lose faith yet, okay?"
Right." He got up flashing a devilish grin. With that he left the room, but a second later he came back in.
"I'll just take that thanks." He picked up his meal and exited again.
Up in the bell tower, Heero typed away at a pocket computer looking for a satellite picture of their location. He was also seeing where Oz soldiers were positioned when Duo came running up the stairs to join him.
"What's the status?"
"It will be dark in three hours. We may be able to escape in the dark, but our percent rate of success is 10%. Do you have any ideas?" Just then a knock came at the door.
It was one of the choirboys.
"Do you need anything?"
"Yes," Duo said. He had a look that look of determination in his eyes, "Are there bigger robes?"
"Of course."
"Heero, I have a plan. You'll just have to trust me that we won't get locked up some place again."
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Chapter Two
His hand was shaking with nerves. He had never had to do something this intense before. The fact that he would have to reach into one of his best friends and pull something out only wanted to make him throw up. Wufei wasn't helping by still squirming around.
"Anytime you're ready Maxwell," Heero said as he took hold of Wufei's shoulders.
'Okay you can do this. It's right there...you can see it.' Slowly, Shinigami brought his hand to 05's side then withdrew. 'Come on! If you don't, he'll die!' Of course this was only one of the voices in his head talking. The others were much more paranoid about the matter. 'Hurry! Hurry!!'
"All right!"
Bringing his hand forward, he touched the magnet to the end of the steel bullet. It stuck a moment and allowed enough to come out, so that he could take hold of it with his fingers. Wufei screamed as Duo quickly pulled the not so shiny object out and placed his hand over the hole in the hope that the new blood would clot faster.
"Heero! In that cabinet, there should be a sewing kit. I need thread and a needle. Even if it's a half assed job, I've got to close the wound up."
Quickly, Heero took pressure of the Chinese's boy's shoulders and moved to grab what Duo needed. Sweat streamed down 02's face. He has done it. Hopefully it was the right thing. Heero appeared beside him, a thread and needle in hand.
"No need to hold him; he's passed out from the pain. I can't believe he stayed awake that long." Grabbing a fresh towel, Heero cleaned around the area where Duo had sewed.
"He's stubborn and strong. I'm not surprised in the least."
What a weird twist of attitude. Usually, Heero was the one explaining situations to him.
"There. As long as he doesn't move to aggressively for a while, he should be okay." Taking a piece of linen, he constructed a bandage and placed it over the stitches. Duo then pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over him. Blood stained where his hands touched.
"I have to wash my hands."
01 knew that look. Duo rushed to the sink and forced the water on. Red water now filled the sink. The Deathscythe pilot was not expecting a hand of reassurance on his shoulder but it came.
"It's over. Just take a deep breathe and calm down. Worrying about it won't help him."
Swallowing back vomit, 02 shook his head.
"We'll let him sleep while we formulate a plan."
Heero handed him a dry cloth and walked out into the church. Trowa sat in one of the pews, Quatre asleep on his lap. His mouth had opened a bit, so innocent. 03 brought up his head to welcome them.
"He's going to be okay, if we can keep him steady a while."
Duo rubbed at his eyes to stay awake. One of those pews didn't seem so bad. It brought back memories of trying to stay up for midnight mass. How he just couldn't make it and Father Maxwell would gently shake him awake whispering in his ear...
"Duo?"
"Duo Maxwell?"
Duo shook his head violently and looked up to see the priest standing over him. Somehow, he had ended up leaning against the wall and drifting off. The others must have thought it best to let him sleep.
"Sorry..."
"No problem, my son. You must be hungry. Your friends have already eaten. I believe that the two of them went to see your comrade, while the other went to the bell tower. He said something about seeing what the situation was."
"That would be Heero." Then a puzzled looked crossed his face.
"How do you know my name?" questioned Duo.
"Follow me and I'll tell you."
In the kitchen area, the choirboys sat at the table talking.
"Boys I need a moment." At the word of the Minister, the boys left whispers trailing them as they departed.
"Please," he gestured to a chair, "I'll put together a sandwich."
"Thank you, but..."
"You want to know how I know you. How I know that you were the only survivor of the Maxwell Church Incident. You had been staying at the church a year or so, yes?"
Duo only shook his head.
"Father Maxwell was my brother. He wrote of you often and thought very highly of you. At one point he hoped you might even become his apprentice. But then he died and I saw your name in the article. You fled from the scene. And, I saw you hiding at the memorial service. You looked so lost then, like you didn't have a friend in the world. Now look at you; four young boys your age getting shot at on the street. Why ever were they shooting at you?"
"Well it's not because I'm a priest. You may or may not have believe me...but we are the Gundam pilots."
"Fighting to protect others. It's what you always did, Duo. From what I read in Father Maxwell's letters, you used to beat up people at school for picking on the younger children that stayed at your church. Now you're protecting the colonies."
He placed a plate down in front of the young American, but his appetite was gone.
"I'm sorry about your brother." Smiling again, he took a seat across from the boy.
"My boy...you shouldn't be. That was no one's here's fault. You have four brothers of your own now to watch after. One of them now more than ever. I'll pray for all of you, so don't lose faith yet, okay?"
Right." He got up flashing a devilish grin. With that he left the room, but a second later he came back in.
"I'll just take that thanks." He picked up his meal and exited again.
Up in the bell tower, Heero typed away at a pocket computer looking for a satellite picture of their location. He was also seeing where Oz soldiers were positioned when Duo came running up the stairs to join him.
"What's the status?"
"It will be dark in three hours. We may be able to escape in the dark, but our percent rate of success is 10%. Do you have any ideas?" Just then a knock came at the door.
It was one of the choirboys.
"Do you need anything?"
"Yes," Duo said. He had a look that look of determination in his eyes, "Are there bigger robes?"
"Of course."
"Heero, I have a plan. You'll just have to trust me that we won't get locked up some place again."
]]"