Gaah! Yanks furiously at hair I AM SO SORRRRYYYYY!!! That was all my
fault! Thank you all for telling me about it! Mutters about careless
people. Well, nonetheless I hope you continue on reading. This is the
*real* chapter 2!!! ^-^
So sorry to Trying to patiently Wait, Kin', Suni, and Ladye Black!!!
Thank you most especially to Virginie Yes, sighs, it's part of my new years resolution to update as soon as possible too. I'll really work on this!, Elle-FaTe2x1 Oops! You got me there. Don't worry, Odin Jr. will eventually be referred to as Heero, all in good time! Thanks for noticing!, Shadow Angel Wow I'm touched that even your best friend likes it! To the both of you, thank you very much!, Dreamweaver and Kin'Yes! Two other 2x1 fans! ^-^ Thanks for the encouragement!, Suni, Coffee-Addict from Hell and death Hai! I'm hurrying in making more chapters! Hopefully I get even faster in updating., Pink Cherry Blossom Thank you for approving of my 'New America' name! Hehe. As for "Catch me if you can", I really didn't think about it, until you mentioned it. But I think this is going to be different (Heck! I don't even know the basic story of it. yet!) and cryearthstearsfalltou It's nice to know you liked this!
Thank you so much again, minna for reviewing!!! ^-^ And just like I promised, here's the next chapter. I hope you like it too!
Warnings: Yaoi (2x1 as of now, maybe 3+4 as well and umm. 5+13), a touch of AU and OOCness
Disclaimers: You know the drill, me don't own anything here.. me just poor little student. me don't sue. Get it?
~ Wired ~
Section One: Cell Mate
AC 199, May 3rd
Preventers Detention Center, Geneva, Switzerland
approximately 11 miles North West of Preventers Head Quarters
09:38 Zulu time
*SMACK*
The harsh sounding slap echoed briefly around the sterile white room that currently housed three men, two of which were seated, while the other was left standing, since there were no extra chairs available. In the pristine tight enclosure, it could barely fit comfortably a metal table, its surface ragged and scratched from long years of continuous use, two metal chairs, one of which was bolted safely to the ground, and the three beings that were currently locked inside it. On one side of the wall lay a wide paneled dark mirror, meant for observation from the outside inwards - and not the other way around. It was the only thing breaking the monotony of the tiny space. It would have been a welcomed relief to many, had it not signified the fact that behind that dark glass were the people responsible for the outcome of your immediate life. Instead, the observation glass evoked feelings of utter fear, and the need to confess everything lest the higher ups decide to make your stay more unpleasant than already necessary.
This was the interrogation room, simply known as "Hell Hole" - just one of the many facilities of the Preventers Detention Center.
"I'm growing tired of this, boy. I don't want to repeat everything I have to say. Now, why don't you just be a good kid and tell us what we need, huh? Where did you hide the money?"
A burly man, wearing the distinctive green and black fatigue uniform of the Preventers sat across the said boy, cracking his knuckles in suppressed irritation. Damn, but they had been asking the same question for more than forty minutes already with little success. And he had tried nearly everything in the handbook already, from attempting to befriend the boy, to the traditional good cop-bad cop routine, to the roughing up part. And he still had little to show for his efforts. Damn, this kid is as resilient as they come nowadays. And just as stubborn too.
The boy merely spat out the blood from his bitten tongue -the result from the earlier unexpected blow to his face- and continued to glare from beneath his bangs up at his captors. Even chained the way he was to the chair, he still managed to look quite menacing and intimidating, nevermind the fact that he was nearly half the bulk and height of the man in front of him.
Just as the man was about to raise his hand to strike again, the one previously leaning on the wall sighed and got up. "That's enough Mueller. I don't think this will get us anywhere either."
The one called Mueller sighed as well before lowering his raised fist, his hesitation evident in his actions. He clearly wanted to inflict more damage on his hapless but arrogant victim, but it was obvious in this case who the superior officer is.
Orders are orders and he had to obey them. It didn't necessarily indicate that he had to be happy about it.
"But Alex! We can't exactly tell the Lady that we haven't-" The taller blond man turned to shush his partner with a hand gesture. [1]
"I'm sure she already knows of it.", was all he said dryly, with a look towards the darkened mirror.
Needless to say, Mueller got the hint, and stood from his chair, but not without throwing a particularly venomous glare back at the captive. And without further words, he briefly knocked on the steel door, and within seconds was let out of the room.
"Mr. Lowe." The Japanese boy turned in his chair, as much as was allowed by the tight bindings, and raised a questioning eyebrow at him. He had thought that once the brown haired guard had gone out, his partner would follow as well. Apparently, he had other plans.
Alex bent down until he was to the seated one's eye level before asking seriously, "I'm sorry kid, but we really need to know where you hid that money. I don't believe that you'd steal it all just for yourself, so if you would just give us the location and who your partner is, we can easily let you off the hook, no strings attached. You don't have to have a hard life, you know."
All the reaction that got out of the brown haired teen, was a tiny shake of the head and a snort, before a raspy voice spat out. "Idiot. You're all idiots, you know."
Well, that was unexpected.
"What the hell-"
"Where do you think do worms go, after they get their food?"
Stunned by the sudden change in the topic, the older man, indignation forgotten, scrunched his brows in an effort to understand what the kid was saying, to no avail.
After forty minutes of constant questioning, all they get is one demented sentence. For all the effort they had put into making the prisoner utter even just one word, this was turning quite disappointing.
"What do you mean-"
"If you can't figure it out for yourselves, you're more of an idiot than even I thought you were." [2]
**********
AC 199, May 3rd
Preventers Detention Center
Section 10-C
09:45 Zulu time
Duo lay on the cold, lumpy, and hard cot, and once again cursed his luck. Or rather, his lack thereof. Of course, it just had to be *him* that had to be voted by his companions to go undercover for this type of mission. Especially *this* mission. The cowards.
With a bored sigh, the currently ex-Preventer turned his musings to the water-stained ceiling, and tried in vain to count all the splotches and discolorations that marred its rough surface. Anything to pass the time and to keep him from losing his sanity.
While the cell he was currently holed in was quite clean and well- maintained, it was still a far cry from his own beloved domicile. Whereas he once had every luxury within his reach, he now had to wait even for the simplest things (such as feeding), just as everyone here was forced to. It wouldn't do much good for the other prisoners afterall to tag him as someone who doesn't belong, if he got special treatment. Something that Une and the others were very careful to avoid. While Duo understood their logic and plans, the lack of companionship and freedom was already driving the normally hyperactive boy up the wall.
Sighing once more, the brown haired teenager dropped his attempts at counting, as that activity already proved to hold his interest as effectively as a sleeping lemming did. Instead, he let his mind -as it found itself doing quite a lot lately- wander.
And of course, it just had to remind him of how exactly he ended up in his current, not to mention very boring, position.
Flashback----------------
AC 199, May 2nd
Preventers HQ, 5th floor
20:08 Zulu time
"Waitaminute! You want me to do what???!?"
The rather undignified screech echoed throughout the thankfully mostly- empty floor. Those select few, such as Lt. Noin and Commander Sally Po, who actually knew of what was going on inside the spacious meeting room, winced and tried to unsuccessfully get back to their own work. As for those lucky others who did not have the slightest clue as to what was happening, they just tried to get their hearing back in order and proceeded with what they came there to do in the first place. Hearing the voice of Captain Maxwell all over the place, afterall, was not an uncommon phenomena.
Inside the oval, enclosed space, Lady Une, Head of the Preventers Special Forces, tried to look sympathetically at the young man. And yet, for all of her visible efforts, the laughter she was suppressing glittered in her eyes, betraying her.
"I'm sorry Duo, but the voting was unanimous. You know that this needs to be done. That boy holds too much knowledge and keeps too many secrets, even for his own good. Enough knowledge to possibly destroy and put into chaos the whole world. The Preventers cannot simply sit and wait for something this big to blow over."
Duo glared mutinously at her. Of course, the fact that his other friends were snickering behind his back, weren't helping matters at all.
"But why does it have to be me," he whined. "I can never keep my mouth shut! I'd lose my sanity in there way before the prisoner even gets inside the building! And I hate small, enclosed places. I'd drive everyone within hearing distance nuts! Not to mention that the guards would have my head on a platter in no time if I annoyed them for too long! I'd never survive there!"
The answer he got was far from what the young man expected.
Completely unruffled and unperturbed at her subordinate's sudden outburst, the brunette woman just leveled him a gaze: stern and hard eyes of a leader, mixed with an odd sort of determination, compassion and amusement, all rolled into one.
"That is precisely why you're perfect for it! No one would even suspect you of being anyone other than an inmate. Not to mention that you could probably get even a clam to tell you anything you want."
"Probably to tell him to shut up and leave the poor clam alone." Wufei whispered not-so-quietly to the blond Arabian next to him. Quatre, for his part, nudged him and tried to look as innocent as possible, lest Duo include him in Wufei's imminent punishment.
Light violet eyes widened as the implications of Lady Une's words hit him.
In his haste to give reasons *why* he should never be given that job, it never occurred to Duo that he was actually enumerating all the things that his friends had given to Une, on why he was the perfect candidate for the it.
Damn.
The longhaired man risked glancing at his friends and co-workers alike, and saw, much to his dismay the hope that was on all of their faces. He could visibly feel his determination crumble in front of his very own eyes, and with a sigh of defeat, he raised his hands and waved them away.
"Okay! Okay! You win, alright? I'm going! Be the sacrificial guinea pig and all. There, you happy?"
The cheers that erupted after his announcement did nothing to lift his gloom at all.
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With a grunt of effort, Duo pulled himself together and stood up, pacing within the little space. He knew that it was about time for his daily debrief, courtesy of Wufei, and he had to better be awake for it.
They had of course arranged for him to meet with his "psychiatrist" or whoever else, to keep up a steady check on his faltering sanity. Since he was supposed to be in prison for butchering his entire family with a smile on his face, it made for a perfectly plausible excuse.
And as if on cue, Duo heard the telltale clang of metal on metal as the outer perimeter doors were opened. A minute later, he heard the inner doors open as well even as the outer ones were already sliding close. Soon, footsteps echoed throughout the place, definitely military boots by the sound of it.
Even as cheers and catcalls came from the nearer cells, progressing outwards, as the other inmates saw the new arrival, the now alert man frowned in concentration. It didn't sound like Wufei and his usual "guards" at all. There were more sets of feet than usual, and if he wasn't mistaken-
He closed his eyes briefly. Yes, those were chains he heard. This was no ordinary routine check-up. Some new prisoner would be added to the ranks, and he knew for a fact that there had been no new transferees, except for.
The door to his cell beeped and turned the friendly color green, before it slid open.
Momentarily cursing Wufei for failing to tell him of the change in plans, Duo, also referred to as Prisoner 10C-1502, turned around with a brilliant smile on his face, ready to greet his new cellmate.
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[1] Ehehe. I'm sorry but I kinda forgot already how these two look like (I haven't watched GW in ages), so please bear with me. I'm just making this up, and if by any chance the descriptions go totally off tangent here, please feel free to tell me.
[2] Don't worry. everything will be explained in due time! ^-^
So sorry for making them all so OOC in this part. I really tried to make this part nice, but I just couldn't do it. And I'm afraid that if this fic turned out to be too serious, I'd be having serious trouble looking for un- bored readers. Don't worry, the next parts would definitely get more serious and more in-character.
As I said before, comments and suggestions much craved and welcomed. (Do especially tell me if I screwed in this part k?) Domo arigatou!
Shin-chan
So sorry to Trying to patiently Wait, Kin', Suni, and Ladye Black!!!
Thank you most especially to Virginie Yes, sighs, it's part of my new years resolution to update as soon as possible too. I'll really work on this!, Elle-FaTe2x1 Oops! You got me there. Don't worry, Odin Jr. will eventually be referred to as Heero, all in good time! Thanks for noticing!, Shadow Angel Wow I'm touched that even your best friend likes it! To the both of you, thank you very much!, Dreamweaver and Kin'Yes! Two other 2x1 fans! ^-^ Thanks for the encouragement!, Suni, Coffee-Addict from Hell and death Hai! I'm hurrying in making more chapters! Hopefully I get even faster in updating., Pink Cherry Blossom Thank you for approving of my 'New America' name! Hehe. As for "Catch me if you can", I really didn't think about it, until you mentioned it. But I think this is going to be different (Heck! I don't even know the basic story of it. yet!) and cryearthstearsfalltou It's nice to know you liked this!
Thank you so much again, minna for reviewing!!! ^-^ And just like I promised, here's the next chapter. I hope you like it too!
Warnings: Yaoi (2x1 as of now, maybe 3+4 as well and umm. 5+13), a touch of AU and OOCness
Disclaimers: You know the drill, me don't own anything here.. me just poor little student. me don't sue. Get it?
~ Wired ~
Section One: Cell Mate
AC 199, May 3rd
Preventers Detention Center, Geneva, Switzerland
approximately 11 miles North West of Preventers Head Quarters
09:38 Zulu time
*SMACK*
The harsh sounding slap echoed briefly around the sterile white room that currently housed three men, two of which were seated, while the other was left standing, since there were no extra chairs available. In the pristine tight enclosure, it could barely fit comfortably a metal table, its surface ragged and scratched from long years of continuous use, two metal chairs, one of which was bolted safely to the ground, and the three beings that were currently locked inside it. On one side of the wall lay a wide paneled dark mirror, meant for observation from the outside inwards - and not the other way around. It was the only thing breaking the monotony of the tiny space. It would have been a welcomed relief to many, had it not signified the fact that behind that dark glass were the people responsible for the outcome of your immediate life. Instead, the observation glass evoked feelings of utter fear, and the need to confess everything lest the higher ups decide to make your stay more unpleasant than already necessary.
This was the interrogation room, simply known as "Hell Hole" - just one of the many facilities of the Preventers Detention Center.
"I'm growing tired of this, boy. I don't want to repeat everything I have to say. Now, why don't you just be a good kid and tell us what we need, huh? Where did you hide the money?"
A burly man, wearing the distinctive green and black fatigue uniform of the Preventers sat across the said boy, cracking his knuckles in suppressed irritation. Damn, but they had been asking the same question for more than forty minutes already with little success. And he had tried nearly everything in the handbook already, from attempting to befriend the boy, to the traditional good cop-bad cop routine, to the roughing up part. And he still had little to show for his efforts. Damn, this kid is as resilient as they come nowadays. And just as stubborn too.
The boy merely spat out the blood from his bitten tongue -the result from the earlier unexpected blow to his face- and continued to glare from beneath his bangs up at his captors. Even chained the way he was to the chair, he still managed to look quite menacing and intimidating, nevermind the fact that he was nearly half the bulk and height of the man in front of him.
Just as the man was about to raise his hand to strike again, the one previously leaning on the wall sighed and got up. "That's enough Mueller. I don't think this will get us anywhere either."
The one called Mueller sighed as well before lowering his raised fist, his hesitation evident in his actions. He clearly wanted to inflict more damage on his hapless but arrogant victim, but it was obvious in this case who the superior officer is.
Orders are orders and he had to obey them. It didn't necessarily indicate that he had to be happy about it.
"But Alex! We can't exactly tell the Lady that we haven't-" The taller blond man turned to shush his partner with a hand gesture. [1]
"I'm sure she already knows of it.", was all he said dryly, with a look towards the darkened mirror.
Needless to say, Mueller got the hint, and stood from his chair, but not without throwing a particularly venomous glare back at the captive. And without further words, he briefly knocked on the steel door, and within seconds was let out of the room.
"Mr. Lowe." The Japanese boy turned in his chair, as much as was allowed by the tight bindings, and raised a questioning eyebrow at him. He had thought that once the brown haired guard had gone out, his partner would follow as well. Apparently, he had other plans.
Alex bent down until he was to the seated one's eye level before asking seriously, "I'm sorry kid, but we really need to know where you hid that money. I don't believe that you'd steal it all just for yourself, so if you would just give us the location and who your partner is, we can easily let you off the hook, no strings attached. You don't have to have a hard life, you know."
All the reaction that got out of the brown haired teen, was a tiny shake of the head and a snort, before a raspy voice spat out. "Idiot. You're all idiots, you know."
Well, that was unexpected.
"What the hell-"
"Where do you think do worms go, after they get their food?"
Stunned by the sudden change in the topic, the older man, indignation forgotten, scrunched his brows in an effort to understand what the kid was saying, to no avail.
After forty minutes of constant questioning, all they get is one demented sentence. For all the effort they had put into making the prisoner utter even just one word, this was turning quite disappointing.
"What do you mean-"
"If you can't figure it out for yourselves, you're more of an idiot than even I thought you were." [2]
**********
AC 199, May 3rd
Preventers Detention Center
Section 10-C
09:45 Zulu time
Duo lay on the cold, lumpy, and hard cot, and once again cursed his luck. Or rather, his lack thereof. Of course, it just had to be *him* that had to be voted by his companions to go undercover for this type of mission. Especially *this* mission. The cowards.
With a bored sigh, the currently ex-Preventer turned his musings to the water-stained ceiling, and tried in vain to count all the splotches and discolorations that marred its rough surface. Anything to pass the time and to keep him from losing his sanity.
While the cell he was currently holed in was quite clean and well- maintained, it was still a far cry from his own beloved domicile. Whereas he once had every luxury within his reach, he now had to wait even for the simplest things (such as feeding), just as everyone here was forced to. It wouldn't do much good for the other prisoners afterall to tag him as someone who doesn't belong, if he got special treatment. Something that Une and the others were very careful to avoid. While Duo understood their logic and plans, the lack of companionship and freedom was already driving the normally hyperactive boy up the wall.
Sighing once more, the brown haired teenager dropped his attempts at counting, as that activity already proved to hold his interest as effectively as a sleeping lemming did. Instead, he let his mind -as it found itself doing quite a lot lately- wander.
And of course, it just had to remind him of how exactly he ended up in his current, not to mention very boring, position.
Flashback----------------
AC 199, May 2nd
Preventers HQ, 5th floor
20:08 Zulu time
"Waitaminute! You want me to do what???!?"
The rather undignified screech echoed throughout the thankfully mostly- empty floor. Those select few, such as Lt. Noin and Commander Sally Po, who actually knew of what was going on inside the spacious meeting room, winced and tried to unsuccessfully get back to their own work. As for those lucky others who did not have the slightest clue as to what was happening, they just tried to get their hearing back in order and proceeded with what they came there to do in the first place. Hearing the voice of Captain Maxwell all over the place, afterall, was not an uncommon phenomena.
Inside the oval, enclosed space, Lady Une, Head of the Preventers Special Forces, tried to look sympathetically at the young man. And yet, for all of her visible efforts, the laughter she was suppressing glittered in her eyes, betraying her.
"I'm sorry Duo, but the voting was unanimous. You know that this needs to be done. That boy holds too much knowledge and keeps too many secrets, even for his own good. Enough knowledge to possibly destroy and put into chaos the whole world. The Preventers cannot simply sit and wait for something this big to blow over."
Duo glared mutinously at her. Of course, the fact that his other friends were snickering behind his back, weren't helping matters at all.
"But why does it have to be me," he whined. "I can never keep my mouth shut! I'd lose my sanity in there way before the prisoner even gets inside the building! And I hate small, enclosed places. I'd drive everyone within hearing distance nuts! Not to mention that the guards would have my head on a platter in no time if I annoyed them for too long! I'd never survive there!"
The answer he got was far from what the young man expected.
Completely unruffled and unperturbed at her subordinate's sudden outburst, the brunette woman just leveled him a gaze: stern and hard eyes of a leader, mixed with an odd sort of determination, compassion and amusement, all rolled into one.
"That is precisely why you're perfect for it! No one would even suspect you of being anyone other than an inmate. Not to mention that you could probably get even a clam to tell you anything you want."
"Probably to tell him to shut up and leave the poor clam alone." Wufei whispered not-so-quietly to the blond Arabian next to him. Quatre, for his part, nudged him and tried to look as innocent as possible, lest Duo include him in Wufei's imminent punishment.
Light violet eyes widened as the implications of Lady Une's words hit him.
In his haste to give reasons *why* he should never be given that job, it never occurred to Duo that he was actually enumerating all the things that his friends had given to Une, on why he was the perfect candidate for the it.
Damn.
The longhaired man risked glancing at his friends and co-workers alike, and saw, much to his dismay the hope that was on all of their faces. He could visibly feel his determination crumble in front of his very own eyes, and with a sigh of defeat, he raised his hands and waved them away.
"Okay! Okay! You win, alright? I'm going! Be the sacrificial guinea pig and all. There, you happy?"
The cheers that erupted after his announcement did nothing to lift his gloom at all.
-----------------------------
With a grunt of effort, Duo pulled himself together and stood up, pacing within the little space. He knew that it was about time for his daily debrief, courtesy of Wufei, and he had to better be awake for it.
They had of course arranged for him to meet with his "psychiatrist" or whoever else, to keep up a steady check on his faltering sanity. Since he was supposed to be in prison for butchering his entire family with a smile on his face, it made for a perfectly plausible excuse.
And as if on cue, Duo heard the telltale clang of metal on metal as the outer perimeter doors were opened. A minute later, he heard the inner doors open as well even as the outer ones were already sliding close. Soon, footsteps echoed throughout the place, definitely military boots by the sound of it.
Even as cheers and catcalls came from the nearer cells, progressing outwards, as the other inmates saw the new arrival, the now alert man frowned in concentration. It didn't sound like Wufei and his usual "guards" at all. There were more sets of feet than usual, and if he wasn't mistaken-
He closed his eyes briefly. Yes, those were chains he heard. This was no ordinary routine check-up. Some new prisoner would be added to the ranks, and he knew for a fact that there had been no new transferees, except for.
The door to his cell beeped and turned the friendly color green, before it slid open.
Momentarily cursing Wufei for failing to tell him of the change in plans, Duo, also referred to as Prisoner 10C-1502, turned around with a brilliant smile on his face, ready to greet his new cellmate.
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[1] Ehehe. I'm sorry but I kinda forgot already how these two look like (I haven't watched GW in ages), so please bear with me. I'm just making this up, and if by any chance the descriptions go totally off tangent here, please feel free to tell me.
[2] Don't worry. everything will be explained in due time! ^-^
So sorry for making them all so OOC in this part. I really tried to make this part nice, but I just couldn't do it. And I'm afraid that if this fic turned out to be too serious, I'd be having serious trouble looking for un- bored readers. Don't worry, the next parts would definitely get more serious and more in-character.
As I said before, comments and suggestions much craved and welcomed. (Do especially tell me if I screwed in this part k?) Domo arigatou!
Shin-chan