A/N: Okay... I know you are all wondering why I'm updating Distant Melodies faster than I am this... well, I don't care that much for that other fic. It's an idea that I can't get out of my head... if you think about it... I'm taking my time with this one and my Predator fic (Vengeance With the Afterlife) because these two mean more to me. This one, even though I highly doubt I can compete against my record of Duo's Child one taking 5 years to write, and the Predator fic because that ones just about over. My Phantom of the Opera fic (Distant Melodies), is an idea that won't leave until I get rid of it. I'm rushing it out, not caring much for it. So... forgive me for not updating much with this. Also... I'm trying not to bind myself to any certain form... I have so many ideas in so many ways to put those ideas but I don't want to keep myself restrained to just a few little ideas so I'm trying ways to make this well. If you have any ideas you think I should add in, state them and I'll consider it.

Wings of Destruction
Chapter 11
Taunting Dreams

Justin jumped away when he felt Vincent's hands on his back. He craned his head back and looked up into his comrades eyes then returned to his original direction and saw Uno still asleep.

"You've been out for several hours, man." Vincent whispered as he stepped back and sat on the other bed. "She's been sleeping the entire time. Take a break."

"No," Justin pushed himself off the side of the bed where he had made the nest for his head and glanced down at his bandaged arm.

"I took the liberty to clean up… you've been out like a light for hours that I gone ahead and disconnected the tubes," He watched as Justin sat back against the wall and shook his head clear of all dizziness. "She's doing better now… just needs to regain her rest. You know how she's been since we've been here—this may be the only time she gets to rest."

"She'll kill herself," Justin muttered.

"I think that's what she wants to do," Vincent replied glancing over to the woman sleeping with a massive amount of new scars. "Mandy's cooking some food right now… you should eat… get your strength back up."

Justin nodded. "Where's Chris?"

"He's training. Professor Sanders wanted him to go ahead and start his training because he knows how badly Chris is in dire need to 'grow up'."

Justin chuckled a little and slowly got to his feet. A sudden dizzy swarm over came him and if not for Vincent's quick reflexes to stand and grab him, he would have fallen backwards and knocked himself out by hitting his head against the night table.

"Easy there," Vincent grinned. "I don't think I can handle caring for two people at once and I know Uno would ignore you and leave."

"What makes you so sure of that?" Justin slurred out.

Vincent chuckled again and stood his friend up fully. "Man, you sound drunk. Come on… you're too weak to even walk yourself. Let's go get you something to eat then you can worry about feeding Uno afterwards."

Justin let Vincent walk him out of the room and close the door when they reached the living room. The smell of bacon and eggs filled the air and Mandy was seen standing behind the stove, flipping some pancakes.

Justin snorted. "Is that all we eat around here? Pancakes and breakfast?"

"Hey!" Mandy snapped at him. "Do you want to eat today? Do you want it to be healthy and not filled with Arsenic?"

Justin smiled and allowed Vincent to set him down at the table. "By all means, go right on ahead," he retorted. "But I doubt Vincent would be happy that now he'll have to take my missions considering you're not meant to fight and Chris sure as hell can't do it on his own."

Mandy shook her head as she giggled some. "And Uno and Vincent alone will result in a much greater war than Synodd."

Vincent busted out laughing as he reached inside the fridge and pulled out a soda bottle. He wanted to retaliate against them for that comment but he knew it was true so why waste time? Instead, he popped the top and began jugging down the contents of the root beer.

"See, he ain't even fighting it so you know it's true!" Mandy stated. Vincent nearly spit out his entire swallow back into the bottle but managed to get it down his throat hole first. When he pulled back he was hysterical and had to lean against the fridge to keep his balance. Finally, he managed to talk between giggles.

"Dude… man… I know for a fact Uno would rather shoot me down than let me fly away to get away from the attack."

Ricky was swinging higher than anyone she could even recall and as she pushed herself further into the line of competition, Theresa suddenly came up besides her. They smiled at one another as Ricky tormented them for being so slow, but together they worked hard and kicked against the ground, soon sending the male of their group sprawling back behind the finish line.

Ricky slowed down as he watched Uno and Theresa swing higher and higher into the sky of the fine day, laughing at his defeat. Even though he lost, he was still happy to watch his two best friends going sky-high above him, one of them with her braid flying out behind her while the other had the smile that could brighten a thunderstorm.

When they started to slow down and sit still besides Ricky, the coldness of the air had already begun to form little beads of sweat all around their bodies. Their ears, strengthened due to the extreme speed of swinging, picked up all the screams of joy and pleasure from the other students. Uno's legs were weak and burned and ached with desire but she ignored it as Heero had taught her; pain will come with pleasure. That if there were no pain, no pleasure would come because there would be no gaining of muscle.

Theresa had stopped herself and turned to watch as Uno continued to swing. Ricky smiled over as he watched her braid tail down from behind. All three of them were best friends and the best out of the entire school.

"Stop," Theresa had giggled out. Ricky laughed in correspondence with her and Uno only ignored them, letting the wind whip past her body and cool her off. She loved swinging and most of all, she loved to play.

"I'm gonna' jump!" Uno called out as happiness overwhelmed her right then. "Ready?"

"Jump!" Theresa' shouted out. Ricky stayed quiet and watched as Uno picked up speed once again and began to fly high into the sky.

Immediately, the wind around her was cold and blowing fast and before she knew it, she pushed off her seat and was airborne. She flew out, letting the distance of the wind carry her away. When she landed two yards away, she didn't bend her knees the way Trowa had taught her to do her acrobats and spun around to smile brightly to her two best friends.

Suddenly, she was drowning. She didn't know how and why but there was water all around her, forcing itself down into her lungs, making her choke. She wanted to kick and scream, but her body wouldn't respond. It felt numb and it hurt, as if a swarm of knives at torn at her skin and ripped her apart. She tried to turn her head but it felt restrained, some how.

Theresa and Ricky were no longer besides her. The other students were no longer around. There was no sound of laughter or pleasure and all she heard was the sound of water. Water lapped against her body, cooled her even more than the wind in the air from swinging. It tried once again to go down her throat hole and no matter how badly she tried to caught and spit it out, she couldn't. Finally decided to comply and knowing it would probably be the only way to survive, she allowed the water to enter her mouth and swallowed, wondering how much she would have to swallow before she was able to breathe again.

Justin pulled the cup back from her parches lips and wiped the excess water away from her mouth then trailed the towel down to her neck to get the escaping droplets. His energy was back up and running and now it was time to mend Uno back to health. He decided it wasn't time for her to eat yet, as the incident was two days ago and she hasn't woken up since.

He set the glass on the night stand besides her and sat on the side of the bed. She looked so peaceful and serene when she slept; not like the rugged, outback warrior she portrays when she's awake. She didn't look constipated or in pain in the moments of peacefulness while she was dreaming; instead, she looked like a child… fourteen-years-old and the little baby of the family. Her face was round and adorable and when he earlier had to open her eyes to see if they were dilated or not, they appeared to him cute and childish.

Why could she not look like this when she was awake? Why could she not portray an innocent child when she was hanging out with them? She had blown up the coffee house like nothing, destroyed his dream car and spoke rudely about it as if it were a false assumption. Why did she have to be such a bitch while awake when they'd do nothing to get in her way?

He sighed and brushed a lock of brown hair away from her face. Her bangs were mildly soaked in sweat and as Vincent reminded him her fever had come and gone due to her bullet wounds. Now that they have pulled the bullets out of her body, covered the wounds, and stopped the bleeding, it would only be another matter of time until the skin healed over it and she could stand.

But there was one thing that bothered him now: how are they all going to get her to stay put to finish healing when, knowing Uno, the moment she wakes up she's going to tear apart the house to break free?

Just earlier that day he received a notice on his laptop that stated Vix wanted him to come over to the hanger to begin his training, that as soon as Chris returns to head on over. He hoped Chris wouldn't return so suddenly; he wanted to be here to make sure that Uno would do what she needed to do, considering how much she hated Vincent and Chris wasn't strong enough to make her do anything against her will.

He highly doubted Mandy could talk her into staying put and that left just him. But he wasn't even sure he could do it—but he did know how to remind her that she would have been dead had he not helped her immediately.

He just hoped that Uno would care enough to understand.