Thank you to Kyuu for supporting me and pushing me to write another chapter. And also for being such a great friend.
I've begun a new story, actually, featuring hopefully Heero/Quatre. So... if you wish to check that out... its archived on my own fanfiction website.
anyways, on to Artificial #6!
"Oy! Baka! Hurry up in there. We have a very important mission."
.... Mission...? What mission? Who... are you...?
The pounding on the door grew louder. "C'mon! DUO!"
Duo...? How do you know my name...? He shifted, reaching over to smother himself with his pillow. Leave me- instead of touching something soft and warm, his hands brushed against something cold.What... he lifted his head and looked up. A gun was pointed directly at his forehead. A woman was holding it... Hilde...?
"DUO!" He heard a loudBANG but wasn't sure from which direction it came from. He ran as fast as he could towards the braided American.
BANG. There it was again. This time, Wufei was sure that it did not come from Hilde. For a brief second, an image of Heero crossed his mind. He'll be alright... he convinced himself. "DUO!"
Duo's head turned, and for a brief moment, his eyes locked with Wufei's. And then, Hilde fired.
Damnit... Heero felt his vision blur slightly as he took aim again. Angrily, he rubbed his eyes, trying to clear them of the fog. DAMNIT! Where the hell is she?!
Suddenly, he heard a gunshot from behind, and then felt a stabbing pain in his back. Before he fell, he caught a glimps of something attached to Iria's legs. Wires...?
Trowa winced in pain as Quatre threw him across the field. Since when did little Quatre gain so much strength...? He watched as Quatre grabbed a gun from his pants pocket and before he could react, the blonde had fired. Forgetting all pain in his chest, Trowa ran up to Quatre.
"What the hell are you doing?!" He reached out a hand to stop Quatre, but it was too late. Heero had fallen. "What do you think-" he was stopped in mid-sentence as Quatre turned, and pointed the gun straight at his head, his hands shaking violently.
"Shoot him." Iria's cold voice called out in the distance.
Quatre hesitated just long enough for Trowa to pry the gun out of his hands. "What..." then he saw them, and he understood. Roughly, he pushed Quatre to the ground and ran towards Iria.
"I'm sorry, little one..."
A/N: -.- such horribleness... ick... I can't write.