This is a Gundam Wing Clamp Campus Detactives Crossover with shonanai. Oh and I don't own the cute boys I just use them temperarily.
Okay before we go on I'm going to apologize for not finishing when I said I would. I was swamped with last minute graduation details at school.
Another reason it has taken me this long is that I can't just shrug off flames, no matter how small. I envy people who can. But now that I have cleaned the last of the dirt from my trampled heart I can continue.
Chapter 14
Duo was torn between pacing and biting his nails when Heero, who had insisted he could wait, passed the hour mark on that blasted nose vacuum. When he heard a doctor talk about more tests for damage the braded pilot nearly came unglued. "What do you mean more tests? Heero doesn't want to be here any longer than necessary okay?" he nearly shouted.
"Tests?" an inquisitive familiar voice echoed behind him.
"Nokoru," the pilot turned around nearly panicked, "Nokoru tell them nothing is wrong with Heero. Nothing has ever been wrong with him." Duo knew he was sounding desperate and babbling but none of the Gundum pilots have had good experiences with conventional doctors.
Nokoru nodded to Suoh who left with the doctor. "Now Miss Story calm down," he said gently leading Duo to a seat and kneeling in front of him, "Your friend will be fine. Thankfully we got there in time. Now it is important that I ask you a few questions."
Duo nodded hoping that they wouldn't be to involved, his mind was defiantly elsewhere.
"Why did you go to the Wave Center early?" he asked.
"We really weren't that early and I heard the wave machine on inside and figured you guys were in there putting up the final touches and stuff," the braided pilot's gaze fell and he added to himself, "and another screw up and another person injured."
He hadn't realized he had even said it out loud until soft hands closed on his own, "You are not at fault," Nokoru said vehemently, "Someone is trying to seriously hurt you and your friends. I only wish you would trust us."
"But," Duo's voice froze when he noticed the blond's appearance. His hair, skin and cloths were dirty tattered and torn. Bandaged peeked out from the different edges of the fabrics. "You tried to help us," Duo said amazed.
Nokoru smiled sheepishly, "I have always been trying to help you. It's just that this time I was a little reckless." He squeezed Duo's hand, "Miss Story I want to protect you, your friends, this school. But I can not do it if I don't have the your help. I don't need an answer now, but would you talk to your friends? I know you have special circumstances everyone does in their own way. If you are willing to trust us we can meet you and your friends where ever and whenever you want. Just say so. But if you are still unsure then we will continue protecting you and your friends as best we can. Okay?"
The braided boy nodded and Nokoru looked like he was about to say something else when Miss Carmolita came out of nowhere snapping up the blond and sobbing on him.
The detective hugged her back as best he could with his arms pinned to his sides, "What's wrong?" he asked looking nearly in tears himself.
After a few moments the woman calmed down enough to speak, "I was so worried Nokoru-sama. You promised that you wouldn't put yourself in danger like that."
He smiled sadly, "Miss Carmolita they needed my help. And I promised to not put my self at risk needlessly. This time was a definite need."
She just looked at him for a while and Duo coughed feeling a little uncomfortable, "Could you put him down now?"
The longhaired woman looked over at Duo and the braided pilot could have sworn he saw a flash of jealousy. Thankfully she did put Kaichio down. She smiled winningly at Nokoru and said, "Well, since you're okay Nokoru-sama I'll just return to my duties."
She bowed and turned quickly to leave but the blond grabbed her wrist. When she turned back he smiled, "Thank you for your concern Miss Carmolita."
Carmolita blushed, bowed again and left.
The Kaichio turned to him and Duo, now more collected said, "No guarantees."
The detective just nodded.
Back in the treatment room
Wufei took it upon himself to watch his fellow pilots as they were treated and vulnerable. Apart from himself Trowa got the least amount of gas in their system. Heero, being the perfect solder he was, took in almost twice as much as Quatre but showed no signs except for bluing lips. Which has earned him an oxygen mask to go with his nasal tube.
Wufei was fairly certain that was because Heero wouldn't let himself succumb. He would have to talk to Duo about watching Heero for possible repercussions of mule like stubbornness.
The Chinese pilot would have enlisted Trowa's help in that also except for one thing.
Currently the French pilot was completely focused on the Arabian who was trying to talk the other into letting him walk unassisted.
Wufei frowned looking over at Heero's mass of attendants and the accursed vacuum he could see cobalt eyes narrowing slightly with each cycle. The perfect soldier was getting fed up. The attendants seemed to feel that and worked nervously about their jobs with one eye jumping from the machine to the patient. A moment later it did beep. Heero didn't wait he ripped out the tube and wiped the left over lubricant the tub needed off his nose with a nearby cloth. Wufei knew it was not for that purpose but none of the staff complained.
Coming up to Wufei, Heero asked, "Where's Kim?"
Wufei was saved from answering when Duo came in almost sedately carrying an armload of warm cans of tea from a vending machine.
"So anyone hospitalized this time?" he asked with an almost belivable laugh.
"Thank you no," Quatre said coming over to the three with his emerald-eyed shadow.
"Then let's go home," the braided pilot said passing out the cans he held.
Wufei didn't have to look around to see that his fellow pilots also caught a strange tone in their friend's vice. He simply said, "Yes, let's go."
The trip back was provided by a waiting limo curtsy of the blond detective, but the pilots where the only passengers.
Without a single word the pilots all went to Quatre's sitting room and just as Heero shit the door he also broke the silence, "Assessment."
Quatre settled back into the loveseat, "They are organized and are targeting more that 'Amber' and 'Kim'. They might also be willing to risk some one as influential as Nokoru, but we don't have all of that."
"The little detectives could be the ones that set us up," Trowa pointed out, "He invited us under near private circumstances."
"But Nokoru might have run the picnic idea by his friends within earshot of anyone," Quatre interjected, "It's not like he was planning a murder."
"It wasn't him," Duo said. All the attention focused on the Deathsyth pilot and he repeated, "It wasn't him. Nokoru and his group we can trust you know?" He looked at each fellow pilot in turn.
"Why do you say that Amber?" Wufei asked.
"Living for years on the street gives you a feel for people. That robot worm thing was sent by him to find us. And he followed right on its tail, but the gas got him," Duo explained, "And give up the stupid names they already know."
"How much do they know?" Heero asked already gauging the possible ways of killing the single most influential person on the satellite without compromising their cover further.
"I don't know. Enough I'd think to turn us over to any Earth authorities for a huge bounty a long time ago," the braided pilot said with conviction.
"When did they tell you this?" Heero asked trying not to be concerned.
"At the hospital, what difference dose that make?" Duo stood, "Nokoru wants a come clean session and then he can help up. I mean he is THE most influential person here and he is offering to help. And frankly dancing around him and who ever after is after us is just a bit to stressful for me," he brought up his braid brandishing the end like a weapon, "Look it's giving me gray hairs."
Heero's lips twitched up as Dou and Quarter laughed at his joke. The prefect solder was relived that the braided boy was acting more like himself. As violet orbs turned to him for an answer he could only say, "We'll discus it."
TBC
Okay before we go on I'm going to apologize for not finishing when I said I would. I was swamped with last minute graduation details at school.
Another reason it has taken me this long is that I can't just shrug off flames, no matter how small. I envy people who can. But now that I have cleaned the last of the dirt from my trampled heart I can continue.
Chapter 14
Duo was torn between pacing and biting his nails when Heero, who had insisted he could wait, passed the hour mark on that blasted nose vacuum. When he heard a doctor talk about more tests for damage the braded pilot nearly came unglued. "What do you mean more tests? Heero doesn't want to be here any longer than necessary okay?" he nearly shouted.
"Tests?" an inquisitive familiar voice echoed behind him.
"Nokoru," the pilot turned around nearly panicked, "Nokoru tell them nothing is wrong with Heero. Nothing has ever been wrong with him." Duo knew he was sounding desperate and babbling but none of the Gundum pilots have had good experiences with conventional doctors.
Nokoru nodded to Suoh who left with the doctor. "Now Miss Story calm down," he said gently leading Duo to a seat and kneeling in front of him, "Your friend will be fine. Thankfully we got there in time. Now it is important that I ask you a few questions."
Duo nodded hoping that they wouldn't be to involved, his mind was defiantly elsewhere.
"Why did you go to the Wave Center early?" he asked.
"We really weren't that early and I heard the wave machine on inside and figured you guys were in there putting up the final touches and stuff," the braided pilot's gaze fell and he added to himself, "and another screw up and another person injured."
He hadn't realized he had even said it out loud until soft hands closed on his own, "You are not at fault," Nokoru said vehemently, "Someone is trying to seriously hurt you and your friends. I only wish you would trust us."
"But," Duo's voice froze when he noticed the blond's appearance. His hair, skin and cloths were dirty tattered and torn. Bandaged peeked out from the different edges of the fabrics. "You tried to help us," Duo said amazed.
Nokoru smiled sheepishly, "I have always been trying to help you. It's just that this time I was a little reckless." He squeezed Duo's hand, "Miss Story I want to protect you, your friends, this school. But I can not do it if I don't have the your help. I don't need an answer now, but would you talk to your friends? I know you have special circumstances everyone does in their own way. If you are willing to trust us we can meet you and your friends where ever and whenever you want. Just say so. But if you are still unsure then we will continue protecting you and your friends as best we can. Okay?"
The braided boy nodded and Nokoru looked like he was about to say something else when Miss Carmolita came out of nowhere snapping up the blond and sobbing on him.
The detective hugged her back as best he could with his arms pinned to his sides, "What's wrong?" he asked looking nearly in tears himself.
After a few moments the woman calmed down enough to speak, "I was so worried Nokoru-sama. You promised that you wouldn't put yourself in danger like that."
He smiled sadly, "Miss Carmolita they needed my help. And I promised to not put my self at risk needlessly. This time was a definite need."
She just looked at him for a while and Duo coughed feeling a little uncomfortable, "Could you put him down now?"
The longhaired woman looked over at Duo and the braided pilot could have sworn he saw a flash of jealousy. Thankfully she did put Kaichio down. She smiled winningly at Nokoru and said, "Well, since you're okay Nokoru-sama I'll just return to my duties."
She bowed and turned quickly to leave but the blond grabbed her wrist. When she turned back he smiled, "Thank you for your concern Miss Carmolita."
Carmolita blushed, bowed again and left.
The Kaichio turned to him and Duo, now more collected said, "No guarantees."
The detective just nodded.
Back in the treatment room
Wufei took it upon himself to watch his fellow pilots as they were treated and vulnerable. Apart from himself Trowa got the least amount of gas in their system. Heero, being the perfect solder he was, took in almost twice as much as Quatre but showed no signs except for bluing lips. Which has earned him an oxygen mask to go with his nasal tube.
Wufei was fairly certain that was because Heero wouldn't let himself succumb. He would have to talk to Duo about watching Heero for possible repercussions of mule like stubbornness.
The Chinese pilot would have enlisted Trowa's help in that also except for one thing.
Currently the French pilot was completely focused on the Arabian who was trying to talk the other into letting him walk unassisted.
Wufei frowned looking over at Heero's mass of attendants and the accursed vacuum he could see cobalt eyes narrowing slightly with each cycle. The perfect soldier was getting fed up. The attendants seemed to feel that and worked nervously about their jobs with one eye jumping from the machine to the patient. A moment later it did beep. Heero didn't wait he ripped out the tube and wiped the left over lubricant the tub needed off his nose with a nearby cloth. Wufei knew it was not for that purpose but none of the staff complained.
Coming up to Wufei, Heero asked, "Where's Kim?"
Wufei was saved from answering when Duo came in almost sedately carrying an armload of warm cans of tea from a vending machine.
"So anyone hospitalized this time?" he asked with an almost belivable laugh.
"Thank you no," Quatre said coming over to the three with his emerald-eyed shadow.
"Then let's go home," the braided pilot said passing out the cans he held.
Wufei didn't have to look around to see that his fellow pilots also caught a strange tone in their friend's vice. He simply said, "Yes, let's go."
The trip back was provided by a waiting limo curtsy of the blond detective, but the pilots where the only passengers.
Without a single word the pilots all went to Quatre's sitting room and just as Heero shit the door he also broke the silence, "Assessment."
Quatre settled back into the loveseat, "They are organized and are targeting more that 'Amber' and 'Kim'. They might also be willing to risk some one as influential as Nokoru, but we don't have all of that."
"The little detectives could be the ones that set us up," Trowa pointed out, "He invited us under near private circumstances."
"But Nokoru might have run the picnic idea by his friends within earshot of anyone," Quatre interjected, "It's not like he was planning a murder."
"It wasn't him," Duo said. All the attention focused on the Deathsyth pilot and he repeated, "It wasn't him. Nokoru and his group we can trust you know?" He looked at each fellow pilot in turn.
"Why do you say that Amber?" Wufei asked.
"Living for years on the street gives you a feel for people. That robot worm thing was sent by him to find us. And he followed right on its tail, but the gas got him," Duo explained, "And give up the stupid names they already know."
"How much do they know?" Heero asked already gauging the possible ways of killing the single most influential person on the satellite without compromising their cover further.
"I don't know. Enough I'd think to turn us over to any Earth authorities for a huge bounty a long time ago," the braided pilot said with conviction.
"When did they tell you this?" Heero asked trying not to be concerned.
"At the hospital, what difference dose that make?" Duo stood, "Nokoru wants a come clean session and then he can help up. I mean he is THE most influential person here and he is offering to help. And frankly dancing around him and who ever after is after us is just a bit to stressful for me," he brought up his braid brandishing the end like a weapon, "Look it's giving me gray hairs."
Heero's lips twitched up as Dou and Quarter laughed at his joke. The prefect solder was relived that the braided boy was acting more like himself. As violet orbs turned to him for an answer he could only say, "We'll discus it."
TBC