Chapter

Opening the door with a stone face, Heero closed the door and leaned against it, closing his prussian eyes and sighing heavily. Darlian was always so cruel to him. Not like he really cared or anything…but still.

He shrugged everything from the day off. Throwing his vest off, he didn't care where it landed. He only cared about his white shirt. No one could see the angel wing's tattooed on his shoulder blades either way.

In fact, each of the pilots had some sort of tattoo that they had gotten to prove it was them and not an imposter. In the legends people always talked about those tattoos. Heero smirked darkly at the thoughts of some of the versions.

Duo had devils wings, on his shoulder blades and Heero had angel wings on his. Quatre had two sickles criss-crossing on his upper right arm. Trowa had half of a clowns mask on his left arm and Wufei had dragon wings on the small of his back with a fang in the middle.

Some mused up in his thoughts, Heero didn't even see the shadowed figure hiding near all his equipment. Blinking out of his thoughts at the feeling of being watched, Heero looked quizzically at a hat. It wasn't his…unlike the other pilots he preferred not to wear hats; they got in the way.

Reaching for the hat, he also noticed a tool lying out of place. So his instincts were right, eh?

The sharp cold metal of a sword lapped against his hand and he pulled back, looking at the pirate before him with a dark glare that sent shivers down the other man's spine.

"What are you doing here?" Heero said in a cold monotone.

"Hiding out." Jack explained, sword still pointed at the teen with unruly dark brown hair and cold prussian eyes. "You look familiar." Jack said, looking at the teen more closely.

"I couldn't say I've seen you before. I try my best to stay away from pirates like you." Heero retorted, still glaring at the man with his intense eyes.

Getting a bad feeling from all of this, Jack nodded and sheathed his sword. "Then I shall not mar your record." He turned on his heel, ready to leave until he heard the shing of a blade swishing through the air.

Turning, Jack saw the teen in perfect form for a fight. "Are you a fool? Fighting with a pirate?"

"A fool is only the fool who doesn't know how to play a fool." Heero ground out, Jack's confused and dazed expression to these words making him want to cross his arms in exasperation.

"Sounds like my logic." Jack grinned, taking out his sword as well. "Why?"

"You threatened Miss Peacecraft." Heero said. "And you're a disgrace."

"Disgrace?" Jack muttered, the first part understandable but the last? Was he confused or just on the outside of an inside 'joke' that wasn't so funny? "What do you mean by that?"

"Something you wouldn't understand." Heero said darkly as he leveled his sword, Jack making the first move. Soon, Jack pulled back, unable to get a shot at the teen. Inwardly, he was impressed. This guy had skill.

Sheathing his sword, he nodded his head to Heero. "Ta." He said, turning to go until a sword went flying past his head and lodged itself into the wood of the door, right above the handle.

Narrowing his eyes, he reached for the bar to lift the door and then tried to open it—only to have it not move. Trying again and again, Jack became royally pissed.

"That is a wonderful trick, but sadly you have no weapon to fight with now." Spinning around on his heel, Heero grabbed the hot piece of metal that Jack had used to poke the poor donkey with.

Squealing in protest, the donkey started to move again, trying to get out of the way of the metal object.

Lunging into the fray, Heero used precise and accurate strokes to throw at the pirate.

"Excellent form." Jack commented, parrying a particular strong jab.

"It's stupid to compliment a person while engaged in a fight." Heero replied, throwing another jab at his opponent.

Jack snorted, still amazed by the teen's skills. "What's your name?" He questioned.

"Nothing that you need to know." Heero growled.

"Ah, but I have to check something." He shoved Heero, making the teen urn around slightly as he took a quick slash at the youth's shirt.

"Just for that I should kill you." Heero coldly said, standing up slowly as the slash in his shirt gave away his tattooed back. Angel wings glowed vibrantly in the dimmed lightly.

"So that's what you meant by disgrace, 01…" Jack said. "Legends do hold some truth in them, eh?" He questioned. "Tell me, what's your real name?"

"And why would I do something like that?" Heero questioned. "After all…with knowledge of who and what I am, you could do anything." He turned, a golden blade that looked like a heavenly weapon now in hand. "I hear that everyone is looking for any information on me."

"Now why would I go tell someone who you are?" He laughed somewhat nervously.

"To find your beloved ship." Heero said, eyes darting to behind Jack. "Pirates can all go and die." He proclaimed, sheathing his sword and he grabbed his vest, throwing it over his shoulder's to hide his marks.

"Wha?" Jack's eyes widened as something can crashing down on him.

The door was thrown open as soldier's of OZ walked in, picking up the limp and unconscious form of the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow.

"Good job Mr. Brown." Commodore Marquise said, completely ignoring Heero who really didn't care at the moment either.

Taking the body of the pirate out, Heero shook his head, long bangs tickling his nose slightly. "Disgrace." He mumbled under his breath.

Brown turned to him, "Wa waz dat?" He questioned, the heavy stench of tequila still on his breath.

"Nothing."

TBC

Author's note:

Woot! Another chappie done