Author: Dana (Dae) Yuy
Genre: Horror/Adventure
Rating: R(overall)
Parings: 1x2x1, 3+4+3
Warnings: Icky-ness, Yaoi, OC, OOC, Language, Vampires, Heero Torture, Reincarnation, Violence/Scariness, un-beted (Tell me if you find any errors ^-^)
Feedback: Yes please! dana_yuy@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, I wish I did though. I own quite a few characters though, please don't use them without permission.
Note: This was inspired by Dracula 2000, a suburb movie!
Archive: neried13.tripod.com, ad_astra01.tripod.com (not up yet) Anyone else? Just ask.
Blood Type 'O'
Chapter One: To Kill a Vampire
Heero stared blankly at the computer screen. He couldn't believe what he was reading. He re-read the message over again and shook his head is disbelief. The Japanese pilot quickly erased the message and pushed himself from his chair. The teen began to hurriedly gather different items from around the room and throw them in an old black knapsack. Ten minutes later he exited the room and left the safe house without telling any of the others where is was going. They did not need to know. Especially Duo.
Heero raced down the sidewalk, his footsteps not even making a sound. His all black clothes made him look like a living shadow even in the light from the full moon. When he came to a alley he turned down it and effortlessly jumped atop a small ledge. The only sound that could be heard was his unbuttoned over shirt rustling in the breeze. He landed, again without a sound and walked up to a metal door.
"I'm here." he called through.
"My life..." a voice called out.
"Crimson blood." Heero finished. The door opened with a barely audible click of a lock sliding out of place. Heero entered.
"Heero!" a petite girl cried happily.
"Kikki." Heero nodded, "What's the deal with the Fangs?"
Kikki sobered up, "They are circulating again, their source has depleted in Hawke's territory, most of them were wiped out."
"Please say you're talking about the Fangs." Heero asked the girl taking her shoulders gently.
"I'm sorry Heero." Kikki said with a sad shake of her head, dark locks matching her movements.
Heero let go of the girl's shoulder's and punched the wall, "Damnit! Did they get him?"
"I think Hawke got away Heero." Kikki told him hopefully.
"If they got him, I'll kill him." Heero swore then stocked away.
As he walked briskly down the dimly lit corridor, men, women and children stopped and bowed. He met all with a dismissive wave, or stiff nod. The irate young man walked up many winding staircases and through heavy doors, throwing each shut with a resounding bang. He came to a heavy black door and kicked it open, nearly causing it to fly of its silver hinges.
"Woah, Prince, watch it man." a voice cried jokingly.
"I don't have time for this Solo." Heero growled, "I need to find Hawke."
"But..." Solo tried.
"Duo is fine, I have to go." Heero answered shortly.
"Heero, Heero, Heero, at least let the lad speak." a friendly slightly older voice called with a laughing undertone.
"Hawke! You got out!" Heero cried whipping around, "How many did they get?"
"None, Prince." Hawke shook his head regretfully.
"But..." Heero began.
"They were killed, the estimate is at fifteen hundred, we had a spy inside. One Nick Enadda." Hawke replied. Hawke was a man no more then twenty-three with hawk feather brown hair and amber, almost golden eyes.
"Enadda ratted to the Fangs? Was he taken care of?" Heero asked casually, leaning against a wall.
"He was Prince." Hawke nodded.
"How?" Heero asked.
"Silver caplets." Hawke replied. Heero winced and slightly shuttered.
"Slow, and painful. And it also means he was a demon. How'd you figure it out?"
"Theo saw his eyes turn red on a feeding, he had suspected something of Enadda when he joined us." Hawke replied. Heero nibbled his lower lip and fiddled nervously with his silver earring.
"I want you to scan the survivors, pay close attention to anyone seemingly inconspicuous. I have to return. You are dismissed." Heero said at last and moved to leave.
"Hey Prince, can you pay close attention to the Kid in the next few days, IT is nearing, I... wanna make sure he's all right." Solo asked just as Heero was about to open the door.
"Sure thing Runt." Heero answered winking one silver-cobalt eye towards the dirty-blond haired thirteen year old.
"Thank you Heero, I really appreciate you looking out for him like that." Solo smiled giving a glimpse of pointed incisors. Heero nodded and exited the room heading back down the many flights of stairs and the long corridors. Rightfully Solo should be older then him, but do to his untimely death the young teen didn't get to grow. The boy still thought of Duo as that little child that had watched him die. A short while after Duo had left the scene of death one of Heero's crowd had swept passed and 'turned' the child. Solo had proven to be a worthy addition to the Silver Wing group of vampires. The Silver Wings were the elite of Cherubs, the light side of vampires, day walkers, controlled by the Zero family, the royal family of the group, Heero was the crown prince and one of the two remaining members alive.
When Heero had exited the building he leaned heavily against the metal door and closed his silver-blue eyes returning them to the more familiar cobalt. The prince floated down to the ground landing soundlessly and walked back to the safe house. He wanted to be there before Duo returned from his latest mission and picked up his pace. He came upon a police officer. The officer flashed his light at Heero causing the teen to raise a hand to shield his eyes, not to mention cover his face.
"Hey, you kid!" the officer barked. Heero slunk back into the shadows and hissed baring his fangs at the man, he also allowed his eyes to go silver once more. The officer dropped his flashlight and withdrew his gun pointing it directly at Heero. Heero smirked, somersaulted smoothly into the air and over the officer's head before taking off down the street, faster then the man could follow.
When he reached the safe house, he entered through his bedroom window not wanting to wake the others.
"Heero?" a quiet voice echoed in the small room. Heero started for a minute before changing his eyes and withdrawing his fangs, then turned to Duo.
"What is it Duo?" Heero inquired back into the monotone he used around his friends and lover.
"Thank God." Duo rushed over and threw his arms around the slightly taller boy's neck, "You don't know how worried I was about you. None of the others knew where you were."
"I'm fine Duo, I had to run out." Heero returned the hug loosely but lovingly, "You don't have to worry. Concentrate on yourself." Duo pulled back and finally caught sight of what the Japanese was wearing. A loose silky button down shirt, a tight black T-shirt, cotton pants, combat boots, a silver cross and lastly a small silver hoop earring in one ear.
"You look good in all black." Duo said approvingly, "Since when do you have your ear pierced?"
"I had it pierced for as long as I can remember." Heero answered shortly before removing his knapsack and depositing it on the floor. Heero took in Duo, dressed in black boxers and white T, checking for injuries and was satisfied to see that there was nothing major, but a few things did need to be cleaned and wrapped.
"Sit." Heero ordered pointing to a bed. He went to the adjoining bathroom and came back with the necessary supplies and dumped them on the bed. Heero knelt in front of Duo, absentmindedly brushing dark locks out of his eyes. The attempt was futile for the slightly long bangs fell right back in place. Heero ignored his bangs and set to work cleaning Duo's cuts and scrapes.
Duo, meanwhile sat on the bed using all of his will power not to openly drool at the black clad Heero.
'Does he even know how sexy he is? Especially when he does that?" Duo asked himself, referring to when Heero brushed his bangs from his eyes. The braided boy was so into his favourite hobby, namely Heero watching, that he didn't even notice the slight sting of the disinfectant, or the tightness in his groin. But he did notice the absence of his koi as there sounded a tap on the window.
On the other side of the thin pane was a midnight haired teen slightly younger then themselves levitating and 'standing' casually. Heero's eyes flashed silver briefly before he opened the window nearly hitting the teen.
"Bently what the hell are you doing here?" Heero demanded.
"Gomennasai Prince, but there's movement from the Fangs downtown, they're attacking in a group of thirty to forty." Bently answered with his head bowed.
"Shit." Heero said, "Bently, good work, go help the others. I'll be there. Dismissed."
"Sir!" Bently abruptly saluted before returning to the ground and taking off running. Heero picked up his discarded knapsack and rummaged through the contents. He pulled out a strange looking pistol and checked the barrel.
"What the f..." Duo began.
"I'll explain when I get back. Get me the oval case from the bedside table." Heero instructed. Duo dumbly nodded and retrieved the requested item, throwing it to Heero. Heero effortlessly caught it, dumped a few long pointed rods in his hand and placed them in his teeth to hold, allowing both hands free. He tossed the case into his knapsack and loaded the pistol.
"Duo, reach under the bed and get me a black case, under my pillow is a smaller case, I need that as well." Duo again did what was asked of him. Heero placed the pistol in the holster on his hip, took the cases and concealed jagged silver knives from each. The longer on his outer thighs and the shorter in his boots, he stuck a seemingly harmless jeweled cross in his back pant pocket. Heero checked various other knives and pistols concealed around his body. Once he deemed everything fit he slung his knapsack over his shoulders and jumped smoothly from the window landing silently, and took off in the same direction as the young teen had, no more then five minutes earlier. Duo caught sight of a slight glimmer of silver in the previously cobalt eyes as Heero ran.
The braided boy sat heavily on the bed, dazed and very confused. He was trying to process what had occurred seconds earlier, when Quatre, Trowa and Wufei tore in the room. The later two having pistols at ready. Quatre simply rushed towards Duo.
"Duo, are you all right?" the small blond asked sitting next to the braided boy. Duo looked up slowly, confusion apparent in his eyes.
"Sure Quat, I just saw something real bizarre that's all." Duo answered quietly.
Heero came upon the battle field a few minutes after he had left the house. The odds looked good for his side. The Prince immediately sought out Hawke and Solo then rushed towards them.
"Status." Heero ordered.
"3:2 for us." Hawke replied, "Average."
"Situation." Heero.
"Reported by 115. Movement started approximately 0340 hours. Dreds attacked two female citizens, gang rape victims, then moved to gang itself. Police showed up, gang dropped, eight officers lost, two of the gang are temps." Solo answered as he swung his double edged silver sword, effectively removing the head of an advancing attacker.
"Good work. Continue." Heero replied before he too began to attack.
A while later Heero looked up to the East. Pre-dawn would be upon them soon. That was good, the Fangs would soon vacate before the first rays of the sun appeared. Nevertheless Heero continued to fight. He quickly looked around assessing the damage. Seven of his men lost, twenty-five injured, five seriously so. The rest were bruised and bloody, very bloody, maybe scraped up a bit.
Soon the remaining Fangs squad leaders called a hasty retreat and fled the scene.
"All right. Look after the injured. The rest of you take care of the temps or any Fangs stragglers. Check the innocents. We need a cleanup crew here!" Heero commanded. Everyone quickly got to work following the prince's orders. Heero sighed with relief and wiped the back of his hand across his brow. He came away sweaty and bloody. After cleaning off his knives with a cloth he put everything back where it belonged.
"Don't screw around people, I don't want any of you in the sun too long!" Heero said his parting words. He too was beginning to feel the rays of Earth's star. The exertion from the battle taking it's toll. Cherub Vampires could remain in the sun all day easily, but after a battle, or feeding they should remain in the dark for twelve hours.
Solo came up to Heero. The blond was absentmindedly sucking the blood off of his fingers, "You all right Prince?"
"Stop that." Heero said swatting the blonde's hand away from his mouth, "Yeah I'm fine, just wondering how to explain to Duo."
"Don't worry about it," Solo said looking mournfully down on his blood covered hands, "Duo's pretty easy to convince."
"Licking you fingers again Solo?" Kikki teased nearing them and taking in the boy's expression.
"Yeah, yeah whatever, let's get out of here." Solo said rolling his eyes, "Bye Heero, good luck."
"Thanks." Heero grumbled making his way back to the safe house. As he walked he licked the blood off his fingers unconsciously, then remembering his words to Solo, quickly withdrew his hand. Heero levitated up to his window not wanting to trek blood through the house. He was hoping that Duo had managed to fall asleep. Apparently luck was not on his side, for in his bedroom sat four Gundam pilots. Quatre was next to Duo talking.
"Don't be silly Duo," Quatre was saying, he then looked to the window to see Heero floating in, literally drenched in blood, "people...can't..." The other three looked up to see what had caught the little pilot's attention and caused him to loose his train thought, three collective gasps were heard. Quatre jumped up from the bed and ran to the bathroom, a pale hand was placed over his mouth. Trowa, who would normally assist his small love, was too stunned to help. Quatre returned momentarily, still pale but no longer sick to his stomach.
Heero turned around after he landed, shut the glass panes and pulled shut the heavy navy drapes, successfully blocking out the sun. Wing's pilot turned back around shrugged off his knapsack and out of his over shirt. The former landing with a loud thud on the floor while the later fluttered gracefully to the ground.
"Heero! What happened!?" Duo cried in concern as he raced towards his koi, "Where are you hurt? Why are you still standing after you lost so much blood?" a flood of questions poured from Duo's mouth. Heero held up a slender hand signalling for silence.
"The blood is not mine, well a bit of it might be. I just came back from a battle." Heero said tiredly, "Now, I'm taking a shower, then I will try my absolute best to explain everything."
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TBC....? C&C please!! (I'll need maybe five reviews to get the next chapter out any time soon. It's written, but...)
Genre: Horror/Adventure
Rating: R(overall)
Parings: 1x2x1, 3+4+3
Warnings: Icky-ness, Yaoi, OC, OOC, Language, Vampires, Heero Torture, Reincarnation, Violence/Scariness, un-beted (Tell me if you find any errors ^-^)
Feedback: Yes please! dana_yuy@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, I wish I did though. I own quite a few characters though, please don't use them without permission.
Note: This was inspired by Dracula 2000, a suburb movie!
Archive: neried13.tripod.com, ad_astra01.tripod.com (not up yet) Anyone else? Just ask.
Blood Type 'O'
Chapter One: To Kill a Vampire
Heero stared blankly at the computer screen. He couldn't believe what he was reading. He re-read the message over again and shook his head is disbelief. The Japanese pilot quickly erased the message and pushed himself from his chair. The teen began to hurriedly gather different items from around the room and throw them in an old black knapsack. Ten minutes later he exited the room and left the safe house without telling any of the others where is was going. They did not need to know. Especially Duo.
Heero raced down the sidewalk, his footsteps not even making a sound. His all black clothes made him look like a living shadow even in the light from the full moon. When he came to a alley he turned down it and effortlessly jumped atop a small ledge. The only sound that could be heard was his unbuttoned over shirt rustling in the breeze. He landed, again without a sound and walked up to a metal door.
"I'm here." he called through.
"My life..." a voice called out.
"Crimson blood." Heero finished. The door opened with a barely audible click of a lock sliding out of place. Heero entered.
"Heero!" a petite girl cried happily.
"Kikki." Heero nodded, "What's the deal with the Fangs?"
Kikki sobered up, "They are circulating again, their source has depleted in Hawke's territory, most of them were wiped out."
"Please say you're talking about the Fangs." Heero asked the girl taking her shoulders gently.
"I'm sorry Heero." Kikki said with a sad shake of her head, dark locks matching her movements.
Heero let go of the girl's shoulder's and punched the wall, "Damnit! Did they get him?"
"I think Hawke got away Heero." Kikki told him hopefully.
"If they got him, I'll kill him." Heero swore then stocked away.
As he walked briskly down the dimly lit corridor, men, women and children stopped and bowed. He met all with a dismissive wave, or stiff nod. The irate young man walked up many winding staircases and through heavy doors, throwing each shut with a resounding bang. He came to a heavy black door and kicked it open, nearly causing it to fly of its silver hinges.
"Woah, Prince, watch it man." a voice cried jokingly.
"I don't have time for this Solo." Heero growled, "I need to find Hawke."
"But..." Solo tried.
"Duo is fine, I have to go." Heero answered shortly.
"Heero, Heero, Heero, at least let the lad speak." a friendly slightly older voice called with a laughing undertone.
"Hawke! You got out!" Heero cried whipping around, "How many did they get?"
"None, Prince." Hawke shook his head regretfully.
"But..." Heero began.
"They were killed, the estimate is at fifteen hundred, we had a spy inside. One Nick Enadda." Hawke replied. Hawke was a man no more then twenty-three with hawk feather brown hair and amber, almost golden eyes.
"Enadda ratted to the Fangs? Was he taken care of?" Heero asked casually, leaning against a wall.
"He was Prince." Hawke nodded.
"How?" Heero asked.
"Silver caplets." Hawke replied. Heero winced and slightly shuttered.
"Slow, and painful. And it also means he was a demon. How'd you figure it out?"
"Theo saw his eyes turn red on a feeding, he had suspected something of Enadda when he joined us." Hawke replied. Heero nibbled his lower lip and fiddled nervously with his silver earring.
"I want you to scan the survivors, pay close attention to anyone seemingly inconspicuous. I have to return. You are dismissed." Heero said at last and moved to leave.
"Hey Prince, can you pay close attention to the Kid in the next few days, IT is nearing, I... wanna make sure he's all right." Solo asked just as Heero was about to open the door.
"Sure thing Runt." Heero answered winking one silver-cobalt eye towards the dirty-blond haired thirteen year old.
"Thank you Heero, I really appreciate you looking out for him like that." Solo smiled giving a glimpse of pointed incisors. Heero nodded and exited the room heading back down the many flights of stairs and the long corridors. Rightfully Solo should be older then him, but do to his untimely death the young teen didn't get to grow. The boy still thought of Duo as that little child that had watched him die. A short while after Duo had left the scene of death one of Heero's crowd had swept passed and 'turned' the child. Solo had proven to be a worthy addition to the Silver Wing group of vampires. The Silver Wings were the elite of Cherubs, the light side of vampires, day walkers, controlled by the Zero family, the royal family of the group, Heero was the crown prince and one of the two remaining members alive.
When Heero had exited the building he leaned heavily against the metal door and closed his silver-blue eyes returning them to the more familiar cobalt. The prince floated down to the ground landing soundlessly and walked back to the safe house. He wanted to be there before Duo returned from his latest mission and picked up his pace. He came upon a police officer. The officer flashed his light at Heero causing the teen to raise a hand to shield his eyes, not to mention cover his face.
"Hey, you kid!" the officer barked. Heero slunk back into the shadows and hissed baring his fangs at the man, he also allowed his eyes to go silver once more. The officer dropped his flashlight and withdrew his gun pointing it directly at Heero. Heero smirked, somersaulted smoothly into the air and over the officer's head before taking off down the street, faster then the man could follow.
When he reached the safe house, he entered through his bedroom window not wanting to wake the others.
"Heero?" a quiet voice echoed in the small room. Heero started for a minute before changing his eyes and withdrawing his fangs, then turned to Duo.
"What is it Duo?" Heero inquired back into the monotone he used around his friends and lover.
"Thank God." Duo rushed over and threw his arms around the slightly taller boy's neck, "You don't know how worried I was about you. None of the others knew where you were."
"I'm fine Duo, I had to run out." Heero returned the hug loosely but lovingly, "You don't have to worry. Concentrate on yourself." Duo pulled back and finally caught sight of what the Japanese was wearing. A loose silky button down shirt, a tight black T-shirt, cotton pants, combat boots, a silver cross and lastly a small silver hoop earring in one ear.
"You look good in all black." Duo said approvingly, "Since when do you have your ear pierced?"
"I had it pierced for as long as I can remember." Heero answered shortly before removing his knapsack and depositing it on the floor. Heero took in Duo, dressed in black boxers and white T, checking for injuries and was satisfied to see that there was nothing major, but a few things did need to be cleaned and wrapped.
"Sit." Heero ordered pointing to a bed. He went to the adjoining bathroom and came back with the necessary supplies and dumped them on the bed. Heero knelt in front of Duo, absentmindedly brushing dark locks out of his eyes. The attempt was futile for the slightly long bangs fell right back in place. Heero ignored his bangs and set to work cleaning Duo's cuts and scrapes.
Duo, meanwhile sat on the bed using all of his will power not to openly drool at the black clad Heero.
'Does he even know how sexy he is? Especially when he does that?" Duo asked himself, referring to when Heero brushed his bangs from his eyes. The braided boy was so into his favourite hobby, namely Heero watching, that he didn't even notice the slight sting of the disinfectant, or the tightness in his groin. But he did notice the absence of his koi as there sounded a tap on the window.
On the other side of the thin pane was a midnight haired teen slightly younger then themselves levitating and 'standing' casually. Heero's eyes flashed silver briefly before he opened the window nearly hitting the teen.
"Bently what the hell are you doing here?" Heero demanded.
"Gomennasai Prince, but there's movement from the Fangs downtown, they're attacking in a group of thirty to forty." Bently answered with his head bowed.
"Shit." Heero said, "Bently, good work, go help the others. I'll be there. Dismissed."
"Sir!" Bently abruptly saluted before returning to the ground and taking off running. Heero picked up his discarded knapsack and rummaged through the contents. He pulled out a strange looking pistol and checked the barrel.
"What the f..." Duo began.
"I'll explain when I get back. Get me the oval case from the bedside table." Heero instructed. Duo dumbly nodded and retrieved the requested item, throwing it to Heero. Heero effortlessly caught it, dumped a few long pointed rods in his hand and placed them in his teeth to hold, allowing both hands free. He tossed the case into his knapsack and loaded the pistol.
"Duo, reach under the bed and get me a black case, under my pillow is a smaller case, I need that as well." Duo again did what was asked of him. Heero placed the pistol in the holster on his hip, took the cases and concealed jagged silver knives from each. The longer on his outer thighs and the shorter in his boots, he stuck a seemingly harmless jeweled cross in his back pant pocket. Heero checked various other knives and pistols concealed around his body. Once he deemed everything fit he slung his knapsack over his shoulders and jumped smoothly from the window landing silently, and took off in the same direction as the young teen had, no more then five minutes earlier. Duo caught sight of a slight glimmer of silver in the previously cobalt eyes as Heero ran.
The braided boy sat heavily on the bed, dazed and very confused. He was trying to process what had occurred seconds earlier, when Quatre, Trowa and Wufei tore in the room. The later two having pistols at ready. Quatre simply rushed towards Duo.
"Duo, are you all right?" the small blond asked sitting next to the braided boy. Duo looked up slowly, confusion apparent in his eyes.
"Sure Quat, I just saw something real bizarre that's all." Duo answered quietly.
Heero came upon the battle field a few minutes after he had left the house. The odds looked good for his side. The Prince immediately sought out Hawke and Solo then rushed towards them.
"Status." Heero ordered.
"3:2 for us." Hawke replied, "Average."
"Situation." Heero.
"Reported by 115. Movement started approximately 0340 hours. Dreds attacked two female citizens, gang rape victims, then moved to gang itself. Police showed up, gang dropped, eight officers lost, two of the gang are temps." Solo answered as he swung his double edged silver sword, effectively removing the head of an advancing attacker.
"Good work. Continue." Heero replied before he too began to attack.
A while later Heero looked up to the East. Pre-dawn would be upon them soon. That was good, the Fangs would soon vacate before the first rays of the sun appeared. Nevertheless Heero continued to fight. He quickly looked around assessing the damage. Seven of his men lost, twenty-five injured, five seriously so. The rest were bruised and bloody, very bloody, maybe scraped up a bit.
Soon the remaining Fangs squad leaders called a hasty retreat and fled the scene.
"All right. Look after the injured. The rest of you take care of the temps or any Fangs stragglers. Check the innocents. We need a cleanup crew here!" Heero commanded. Everyone quickly got to work following the prince's orders. Heero sighed with relief and wiped the back of his hand across his brow. He came away sweaty and bloody. After cleaning off his knives with a cloth he put everything back where it belonged.
"Don't screw around people, I don't want any of you in the sun too long!" Heero said his parting words. He too was beginning to feel the rays of Earth's star. The exertion from the battle taking it's toll. Cherub Vampires could remain in the sun all day easily, but after a battle, or feeding they should remain in the dark for twelve hours.
Solo came up to Heero. The blond was absentmindedly sucking the blood off of his fingers, "You all right Prince?"
"Stop that." Heero said swatting the blonde's hand away from his mouth, "Yeah I'm fine, just wondering how to explain to Duo."
"Don't worry about it," Solo said looking mournfully down on his blood covered hands, "Duo's pretty easy to convince."
"Licking you fingers again Solo?" Kikki teased nearing them and taking in the boy's expression.
"Yeah, yeah whatever, let's get out of here." Solo said rolling his eyes, "Bye Heero, good luck."
"Thanks." Heero grumbled making his way back to the safe house. As he walked he licked the blood off his fingers unconsciously, then remembering his words to Solo, quickly withdrew his hand. Heero levitated up to his window not wanting to trek blood through the house. He was hoping that Duo had managed to fall asleep. Apparently luck was not on his side, for in his bedroom sat four Gundam pilots. Quatre was next to Duo talking.
"Don't be silly Duo," Quatre was saying, he then looked to the window to see Heero floating in, literally drenched in blood, "people...can't..." The other three looked up to see what had caught the little pilot's attention and caused him to loose his train thought, three collective gasps were heard. Quatre jumped up from the bed and ran to the bathroom, a pale hand was placed over his mouth. Trowa, who would normally assist his small love, was too stunned to help. Quatre returned momentarily, still pale but no longer sick to his stomach.
Heero turned around after he landed, shut the glass panes and pulled shut the heavy navy drapes, successfully blocking out the sun. Wing's pilot turned back around shrugged off his knapsack and out of his over shirt. The former landing with a loud thud on the floor while the later fluttered gracefully to the ground.
"Heero! What happened!?" Duo cried in concern as he raced towards his koi, "Where are you hurt? Why are you still standing after you lost so much blood?" a flood of questions poured from Duo's mouth. Heero held up a slender hand signalling for silence.
"The blood is not mine, well a bit of it might be. I just came back from a battle." Heero said tiredly, "Now, I'm taking a shower, then I will try my absolute best to explain everything."
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TBC....? C&C please!! (I'll need maybe five reviews to get the next chapter out any time soon. It's written, but...)