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It had been two days since Duo's capture and Heero was ready to go save him. If his plan worked he would drop off the money, follow his target, make sure Duo was safe then attack, mercilessly. "Shimmata Duo! Suki Da." He stared coldly into the sky almost blaming it for his problems, if only Duo were there with him, safe and calm and in his arms, if only. He pursed his lips in a tight line, only then would Heero allow himself to let go of his past, death and sorrow, uncaring... Only then would he be free. A black limo pulled up and a man in a similarly black suit walked over, glaring at the brown haired boy in front of him. "Yuy." "Karasu, I didn't figure you to have so much guts, you bastard." Heero kept his voice cold and emotionless. "Your so kawaii!" the older mans face broke into an energetic grin "The war hasn't changed you a bit." He smiled briefly at his ex-best friend before glancing at the bag in Heero's hand "Of course, your little braided boy-friend is so much more ssssexxy, when he cries out in pain as I hurt him, or touch him" he put emphasis on sexy and touch rather blatantly. "Omae O Korosu Karasu." Heero said irritably.
"I'm sure." The man addressed as Karasu motioned for Heero to give him the bag "You give back what you stole first." Cobalt eyes blazed savagely. "Tsk tsk Hee-ro, that temper will get you no-where, way too fast."
"Shut your mouth and give me Maxwell."
"Hmmm."
"This isn't something to be considered."
"Oh but it is." The older man matched the perfect soldiers voice. "You see I don't give you what you want until you give me what I want." Heero was thinking things over in his head, the money was stolen of course, there was no way any of the gundams had that kind of cash. Karasu would eventually get caught by the police but he had to make sure Duo wasn't involved. He sighed, almost as if in defeat, trying to keep up this act until he found the braided pilot. 'God Duo, I miss you!' Karasu laughed as Heero handed him the black duffel bag dejectedly. "Thank you my good boy, now we'll be in touch." With that his image started to dissolve "What the-?" Heero stumbled blindly towards the spot where his enemy had stood just moments ago. The limousine sped off leaving the gundam pilot in a daze, he hadn't been expecting this, this wasn't part of his plan. 'It was a bloody hologram!' realization hit him full force once again. Cursing savagely he swung one booted foot over his motorcycle and took off after the only link to his beloved Duo Maxwell.
Brilliant yet haunting lights flashed behind closed eyelids, screams and pleas echoed through the boy's brain. Death seemed like a childhood memory, something that never would actually go away. Duo woke to the smell of musty stone, the ground on which his knee's scarcely touched was cold and damp. His feet lay limply on the ground, pants torn and soaked. The young man moved his cold and swollen feet ever so slightly, standing up and releasing the pressure from his now blue-ish bruised wrists, they were matted with thick layers of dryed and fresh blood, rust from the metal cuffs rubbing deep into the skin, infecting, poisoning. His tennis shoe's were frayed, the laces untied and holes were forming at the ends. He had been hanging there by his wrists, in chains with no hope for hours, days, weeks, he didn't know. His only light was a small dim light bulb, which threatened to go out at any minute. Blood lined Duo's thin and now pale lips, the metallic flavor lingered and he no longer cringed at the taste, it had become a part of him, like eating or breathing, bleeding now just seemed accustomed. He had forgone all torture and hassling so far. Making his tormentors leave with headaches from his cursing and shouting, for that was a part of Duo Maxwell, something he could never stop, he flinched at the thought, but no... he would never be able to keep his mouth shut. 'I saw his face, I saw it just before I lost consciousness' Heero had bolted through the door a look of hurt evident in those usually unreadable blue depths. 'Its all my fault, I just had to tell Quatre and Trowa, couldn't keep my damn mouth shut and now, he'll hate me forever.' He wallowed in shame not even noticing when the only door swung open with a hollow bang.
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It had been two days since Duo's capture and Heero was ready to go save him. If his plan worked he would drop off the money, follow his target, make sure Duo was safe then attack, mercilessly. "Shimmata Duo! Suki Da." He stared coldly into the sky almost blaming it for his problems, if only Duo were there with him, safe and calm and in his arms, if only. He pursed his lips in a tight line, only then would Heero allow himself to let go of his past, death and sorrow, uncaring... Only then would he be free. A black limo pulled up and a man in a similarly black suit walked over, glaring at the brown haired boy in front of him. "Yuy." "Karasu, I didn't figure you to have so much guts, you bastard." Heero kept his voice cold and emotionless. "Your so kawaii!" the older mans face broke into an energetic grin "The war hasn't changed you a bit." He smiled briefly at his ex-best friend before glancing at the bag in Heero's hand "Of course, your little braided boy-friend is so much more ssssexxy, when he cries out in pain as I hurt him, or touch him" he put emphasis on sexy and touch rather blatantly. "Omae O Korosu Karasu." Heero said irritably.
"I'm sure." The man addressed as Karasu motioned for Heero to give him the bag "You give back what you stole first." Cobalt eyes blazed savagely. "Tsk tsk Hee-ro, that temper will get you no-where, way too fast."
"Shut your mouth and give me Maxwell."
"Hmmm."
"This isn't something to be considered."
"Oh but it is." The older man matched the perfect soldiers voice. "You see I don't give you what you want until you give me what I want." Heero was thinking things over in his head, the money was stolen of course, there was no way any of the gundams had that kind of cash. Karasu would eventually get caught by the police but he had to make sure Duo wasn't involved. He sighed, almost as if in defeat, trying to keep up this act until he found the braided pilot. 'God Duo, I miss you!' Karasu laughed as Heero handed him the black duffel bag dejectedly. "Thank you my good boy, now we'll be in touch." With that his image started to dissolve "What the-?" Heero stumbled blindly towards the spot where his enemy had stood just moments ago. The limousine sped off leaving the gundam pilot in a daze, he hadn't been expecting this, this wasn't part of his plan. 'It was a bloody hologram!' realization hit him full force once again. Cursing savagely he swung one booted foot over his motorcycle and took off after the only link to his beloved Duo Maxwell.
Brilliant yet haunting lights flashed behind closed eyelids, screams and pleas echoed through the boy's brain. Death seemed like a childhood memory, something that never would actually go away. Duo woke to the smell of musty stone, the ground on which his knee's scarcely touched was cold and damp. His feet lay limply on the ground, pants torn and soaked. The young man moved his cold and swollen feet ever so slightly, standing up and releasing the pressure from his now blue-ish bruised wrists, they were matted with thick layers of dryed and fresh blood, rust from the metal cuffs rubbing deep into the skin, infecting, poisoning. His tennis shoe's were frayed, the laces untied and holes were forming at the ends. He had been hanging there by his wrists, in chains with no hope for hours, days, weeks, he didn't know. His only light was a small dim light bulb, which threatened to go out at any minute. Blood lined Duo's thin and now pale lips, the metallic flavor lingered and he no longer cringed at the taste, it had become a part of him, like eating or breathing, bleeding now just seemed accustomed. He had forgone all torture and hassling so far. Making his tormentors leave with headaches from his cursing and shouting, for that was a part of Duo Maxwell, something he could never stop, he flinched at the thought, but no... he would never be able to keep his mouth shut. 'I saw his face, I saw it just before I lost consciousness' Heero had bolted through the door a look of hurt evident in those usually unreadable blue depths. 'Its all my fault, I just had to tell Quatre and Trowa, couldn't keep my damn mouth shut and now, he'll hate me forever.' He wallowed in shame not even noticing when the only door swung open with a hollow bang.
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