Duo's Rat: The Trap 4
By Nix Winter
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing. If I did own it, I wouldn't have nearly as much fun writing it.
And I am having fun writing it! So much more fun to write this than work on promotion for my others. Wicked me.
Notes: Anyway, I have to get to work here in a few minutes, so I'm going to post this, and hopefully have another part by lunch! I'm sorry this is short, but being able to post it was the most cheerful and hopeful thing today and means I might make it through another work day.
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That was the stupidest idea Duo had ever heard. Ever. One eyebrow arched up, and he held his limp arm close to his body, wishing his stupid shoulder would quit reminding him to keep his temper. They stood by the door and the plan was so simple it hurt. At least on the surface.
"So, you can take on a whole base to get my ass out of a sling, survive self-destructing in Antarctica, set your own bones, and we can leave this crappy little room that stinks like bleeding me, but I have to tell you to do it?"
And they were being monitored; Duo was sure. It would only be a matter of time until their 'hosts' descended on them with whatever idiot plan they had. "Heero, man, I am so not in a good mood. I am going to kill those assholes for what they did to you. I am."
Duo had also never seen Heero Yuy crumble. Powerful shoulders arched like a stack of cards tipping, but before Duo could be sure of the tears in blue eyes, he had his good arm around Heero, holding him close, face nuzzling against Heero's neck and cheek. "Sorry, Heero, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it. I'll do anything you like. It's going to be okay. We always come out on top."
Gundam pilots have to be willing to die for their goals, and Duo was still, but his goal was different. He wasn't ready to admit romance or attraction, and he didn't have to face that he loved Heero. Duo had a long term habit of just going with what he felt and thinking about it later. "Damn, Heero, I'll even be quiet when you ask me too, okay?"
"I love you," Heero said in that soft secret voice of his. "I love you, Duo. I love your voice. Your voice has always made me remember that I was more than just a soldier. That's why it irritated me so much, and now, I want you to become my key. Not what they do, what they program me, but in the very root of my soul, I'm going to give you that key to my soul. Going forward, only your voice will hold the key to my programming. I trust you with the very soul of my being, with everything that I am. I trust you to protect my soul, and I can get us out of this station."
"Fuck me," Duo hissed, "That's a lot of fucking trust, Heero. I don't have anything to give back like that."
"You don't have to give anything back, just take good care of what I've given you. The new key is Duo no Kyo." The key was said in Japanese. "Say it now, please? And then they will no longer be able to control me."
"Duo no Kyo," Duo said, whispering it as if it were the most sacred of holy phrases. "I don't really understand all this programming and crap. Heero, just don't let me be an idiot, okay?"
Heero's smile was so shy as he pulled back from Duo a little, and it broke Duo's heart. It as a smile of innocence and a heart untouched by the war, by all the evils, so pure and trusting. "I trust you."
In the observation, room champagne poured. The lead doctor lifted a glass, triumphant. "Did I not tell you I could get him to do that? Now we really have him! Maxwell will be a piece of cake to break!"
