Boat Trip - Chapter Two
Summary - The guys take a trip on Quatre's new boat. During the night they're hit with a violent storm, stranding them on an unknown island far from civilization. How will they survive?
Warning - Violence in later chapters.
Authors notes - Thank you all who reviewed! You reviews motivated me to continue with the story, as you've noticed. I hope you all like this next chapter. It isn't yaoi, for those of you who asked for it. There are too many stories on this site where the guys are gay, and they aren't even in the show! I consider it 'our of character' for them to be so. But thats not going to keep you from reading it is it? I hope not. The fact that it's not yaoi is going to cause a bit of trouble for our boys in later chapters. *wink* Well, on with the story!
Chapter Two
Sitting in a small lawn chair, legs propped high upon the railing, Trowa waited in silent irritation.
The sun was low in the sky and he had been waiting since launch for a catch, yet here he was, still waiting. He tried, but failed at an attempt to block out the sounds behind him. The stupid fish must have something against him, due to the fact that Duo had just caught his third fish, and was absolutely ecstatic about it. Cheering and yelling, waving the ten inch slab of dieing meat high above him, as if it were some kind of trophy. Trowa frowned, this was getting ridiculous. He can pilot a gundam, destroy hundreds of mobile dolls in just a few minutes, go under cover and enter an OZ base without getting caught, and walk a tightrope like he'd lived there his entire life. But can't even catch a single fish.
Yet, here Duo, who was captured by OZ, almost cries after getting a paper cut, and couldn't walk a tightrope if his life depended on it, can catch three fish is just a few hours. This was just absolutely ridiculous; he might as well give up and save himself the grief.
Suddenly, he felt a strong tug with something obviously trying to free itself from his line. He stood from his chair, reeling in the thin clear fishing line, praying hard for a fish on the other end.
His excitement grew, and after a moment, he was sure he had it. But just before his catch broke the surface, he felt a very sudden and distinctive 'pop' and the line suddenly seemed lighter...
'No...' he thought, as he watched the empty hook rise from the water.
It got away.
After a moment of staring at the empty hook, he snorted in annoyance, reeling in the remainder of the line. This just wasn't his day.
"Did you get anything, Trowa?" Quatre asked, taking a seat next to Trowa's empty one.
"No." He replied, annoyance clear in his voice
Quatre frowned in sympathy, "I'm sorry..."
Trowa nodded, set the fishing rod onto the ground and headed for the kitchen. He was hungry, and would have liked to have some fish, -eating some of Duo's fish was not and option. Something else could satisfy his starving form just as well as fish, and he intended on proving that.
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After scouring the very small kitchen, he finally settled on making something. Emerging from the cabin with a plate of sandwiches and chips, he began searching for a place to enjoy his meal. He wasn't in the mood to talk, so ended up taking a seat next to Heero, who at the time was busy sewing up a small rip in his new pair of jeans.
Heero glanced up at Trowa then back down at his jeans. He stitched the final stitch, being careful not to stab his leg in the process. Tying it off, and returning the needle and thread back to the little case that he kept in his pocket, for occasions just as this.
He glanced over, just as Trowa was biting into the delicious looking sandwich. Suddenly realizing how hungry he was.
He stood rather quickly, heading straight for the kitchen. Upon entry he was hit with the smell of cooking fish. He noticed Duo, standing near the stove, busy cooking his freshly caught fish.
"Hey bud, you want some fish?" Duo smiled, "'cause I can't eat this all myself."
"Hn." Heero closed his eyes; taking in the fresh sent that filled the room. Setting himself down at the table across the cramped room.
"Okie dokey then." Duo pulled out two plates, dividing the simmering fish onto each. He walked over to the small, two-seated table, setting Heero's plate in front of him and his own in front of his place. Duo's smile widened as he took the seat across from Heero.
"Mmmm, smells goo-" Duo paused, "Whops, Forks!" Standing up and retrieving a pair of forks for the two of them.
"I brought a movie." He said while reclaiming his seat.
"Hn." Heero took a bite of the steaming fish. Then realizing that it was his turn to speak, went on, "What movie..." He asked, boredom clear in his voice. He had never really liked movies.
Duo smirked, "It's called 'Jaws'"
Taking another bite, Heero's interest grew, "Isn't that a really old movie?"
"Yeah," Duo replied passively, "I heard it was good though."
"But it's old. Really old."
"So? It's still good."
"Have you seen it?" Heero prodded, hiding his teasing intent with a frown.
"No..." Duo frowned, "Will you watch it with me anyway?"
Heero thought for a moment, what else was there to do? Sleep. But, the movie did sound a bit interesting, and Duo wanted him to watch it. He did usually try to give Duo what he wanted, so, why not...
"Yeah." he finally replied, and was rewarded with a smile of glee.
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At about 10:30 the movie ended. Duo had persuaded all of the boys to take part. Although Quatre was reluctant, he agreed.
The teens were now all tired, and heading for bed. The movie hadn't turned out exactly as planned. They ended up laughing at every part someone was eaten, pointing out, bashing and mocking all the horrible effects... Quatre even joined in when one of the less liked characters were killed. By the end of the movie they were exhausted from laughter and couldn't wait to get to bed.
They entered the small room, Heero immediately climbing up and lying down on the bunk of his choice.
"Wait a minute..." Duo paused, "There're only four beds."
"Oh... I forgot about that..." Quatre frowned.
"Who gets the beds then?"
"Quatre." Trowa said, more like an order than a request.
"Why him?"
"It's his boat." Trowa crossed his arms, a look of authority in his eyes.
Wufei nodded, "I agree."
Trowa reached out; a minuscule smile gracing his features, and gently pushed Quatre's reluctant form over to the bunk, "Go on Quatre."
"Are you guys sure?" He looked back, frowning. Seeing as they weren't planning on replying, he climbed reluctantly onto the bunk above Heero's.
"Ok, which of us has to sleep on the floor?"
Trowa walked wordlessly over to the empty bunk, climbing nimbly up, and lying down.
There was a moment of silence before Duo spoke, "Well..." He turned, looking expectantly at Wufei.
Wufei smiled tauntingly, "Wanna fight me for it Maxwell?"
Duo hesitated, "Uhh..." smiling timidly and rubbing the back of his head, "Heh heh..."
Wufei smirked, "All right then..." climbing into the last bed.
"You can have my bed Duo." Quatre said remorsefully.
"No, no..." Duo forced a smile, "I'm fine on the floor."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah." He nodded assuringly, grabbing an extra blanket and pillow, and laying them down on the floor between the bunks. He walked quietly over to the wall, tuning out the lights and returning to his space on the floor. He laid down, making himself as comfortable as possible.
After a moment, he found a suitable position and stilled himself in an attempt to fall to sleep.
"Don't step on me in the middle of the night, you guys." He spoke into the darkness.
"Don't worry Duo, we won't." Quatre replied in a quiet voice.
Not being satisfied with just Quatre's answer, he went on, "All right guys?"
"Go to sleep, Maxwell."
Duo frowned, shifting around in the makeshift bed in a sad attempt to find a comfortable position, and to his surprise, he did. Maybe this night wouldn't be as long as he had thought.
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Heero awoke with a start, sitting up quickly in alarm. What had caused him to wake up?
He flinched as an extremely close lightning bolt struck, lighting up the entire room with it's blinding light. A crease formed between his brows, 'Well that solves it' he though, finally noticing the rough movement of the boat.
He quickly jumped from his place atop the bunk, remembering Duo a moment later, and twisting awkwardly in the air in an attempt to avoid him.
A small cry was heard from the darkness, "Ow..." Duo stated, rolling over and griping his arm in pain, "My arm..."
"Hn." Heero had fallen, trying to avoid Duo, only succeeding in tripping and crashing hard into a wall. He rubbed the back of his head, in an attempt to ease the pain of the hard fall.
"What's all the noise about?" Wufei's irritated voice rang through the darkness.
Again there was a loud boom, and for a split second the room was filled with a flash of light. Heero blanched at the painful extent of the sound, "The weather." He replied in monotone, rubbing his head.
"I thought Winner checked that."
"We did..." Heero trailed off, "We should probably go out and check the boat. Trowa, are you awake?"
"Yes."
"Wake Quatre, tell him we're checking the boat," he said, walking towards the door, "Come on Duo."
"Right!" Duo jumped from the floor, heading to the door beside Heero.
They opened the door, and were immediately hit with a wall of wind and rain. "Look around and tell me if you see anything wrong with the boat." Heero yelled over the raging wind.
"Right- O!" Duo yelled back, giving a slapdash salute. He walked slowly over to the front of the boat, being careful not to lose his footing. The boat was rocking hard, and Duo feared it would topple over, dumping all of them into the thrashing waters.
Walking cautiously over to the head of the boat, he checked thoroughly for holes or anything else that could hinder their sailing.
A sudden jerk of the boat almost sent him flying off the edge. A short squeak of surprise emitted from his lips as he grabbed onto the railing. He breathed a sigh of relief, and stood a moment, analyzing the situation. Again the boat was knocked, a small cry of surprise slipping through clenched teeth. He griped the railing tighter, gritting his teeth against the wind. This was too dangerous, he needed to get Heero and get back inside. Before one of them went overboard.
He held the railing hard and began his quest back to the cabin. Duo sighed in relief, spotting Heero through the darkness. He quickened his pace, and almost slipped in the process.
Suddenly, he felt as if he had been hit by a brick wall. He gasped in surprise, and his lungs were filled with water. His body immediately reacted, lurching and causing him to breath in even more of the salty liquid. He fought desperately to find the surface, flailing about, only causing himself to sink lower.
Strong arms enveloped him, quickly pulling him to the surface. Instantly he began coughing and spluttering, filling his lungs with air. Oh sweet, wonderful air. He'd never take it for granted again.
After a moment, he turned to face his savior.
Heero.
Barely even making eye contact, another wave smacked them down under the surface. Heero kept his hold on Duo, fighting with all his might to keep Duo's weak and oxygen deprived body above the water. After breaking the surface, Duo proceeded with his coughing fit. Heero also, lurched in a desperate attempt to rid his lungs of the unwanted liquid.
He kept his hold on Duo for the worst of the storm, the braided boy slowly losing energy. Both were trying hard to keep the other above the surface, growing more and more exhausted by the moment. They knew this wouldn't last; they would drown before help came, and the boat was out of site. If the storm didn't end soon, they would both drown.
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Well, hope you liked it! Remember, constructive criticism is very welcome. Am I keeping the boys in-character? Tell me if you think I need to work on that. I'll hurry with the next chapter and get it posted as soon as possible!
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Summary - The guys take a trip on Quatre's new boat. During the night they're hit with a violent storm, stranding them on an unknown island far from civilization. How will they survive?
Warning - Violence in later chapters.
Authors notes - Thank you all who reviewed! You reviews motivated me to continue with the story, as you've noticed. I hope you all like this next chapter. It isn't yaoi, for those of you who asked for it. There are too many stories on this site where the guys are gay, and they aren't even in the show! I consider it 'our of character' for them to be so. But thats not going to keep you from reading it is it? I hope not. The fact that it's not yaoi is going to cause a bit of trouble for our boys in later chapters. *wink* Well, on with the story!
Chapter Two
Sitting in a small lawn chair, legs propped high upon the railing, Trowa waited in silent irritation.
The sun was low in the sky and he had been waiting since launch for a catch, yet here he was, still waiting. He tried, but failed at an attempt to block out the sounds behind him. The stupid fish must have something against him, due to the fact that Duo had just caught his third fish, and was absolutely ecstatic about it. Cheering and yelling, waving the ten inch slab of dieing meat high above him, as if it were some kind of trophy. Trowa frowned, this was getting ridiculous. He can pilot a gundam, destroy hundreds of mobile dolls in just a few minutes, go under cover and enter an OZ base without getting caught, and walk a tightrope like he'd lived there his entire life. But can't even catch a single fish.
Yet, here Duo, who was captured by OZ, almost cries after getting a paper cut, and couldn't walk a tightrope if his life depended on it, can catch three fish is just a few hours. This was just absolutely ridiculous; he might as well give up and save himself the grief.
Suddenly, he felt a strong tug with something obviously trying to free itself from his line. He stood from his chair, reeling in the thin clear fishing line, praying hard for a fish on the other end.
His excitement grew, and after a moment, he was sure he had it. But just before his catch broke the surface, he felt a very sudden and distinctive 'pop' and the line suddenly seemed lighter...
'No...' he thought, as he watched the empty hook rise from the water.
It got away.
After a moment of staring at the empty hook, he snorted in annoyance, reeling in the remainder of the line. This just wasn't his day.
"Did you get anything, Trowa?" Quatre asked, taking a seat next to Trowa's empty one.
"No." He replied, annoyance clear in his voice
Quatre frowned in sympathy, "I'm sorry..."
Trowa nodded, set the fishing rod onto the ground and headed for the kitchen. He was hungry, and would have liked to have some fish, -eating some of Duo's fish was not and option. Something else could satisfy his starving form just as well as fish, and he intended on proving that.
*
After scouring the very small kitchen, he finally settled on making something. Emerging from the cabin with a plate of sandwiches and chips, he began searching for a place to enjoy his meal. He wasn't in the mood to talk, so ended up taking a seat next to Heero, who at the time was busy sewing up a small rip in his new pair of jeans.
Heero glanced up at Trowa then back down at his jeans. He stitched the final stitch, being careful not to stab his leg in the process. Tying it off, and returning the needle and thread back to the little case that he kept in his pocket, for occasions just as this.
He glanced over, just as Trowa was biting into the delicious looking sandwich. Suddenly realizing how hungry he was.
He stood rather quickly, heading straight for the kitchen. Upon entry he was hit with the smell of cooking fish. He noticed Duo, standing near the stove, busy cooking his freshly caught fish.
"Hey bud, you want some fish?" Duo smiled, "'cause I can't eat this all myself."
"Hn." Heero closed his eyes; taking in the fresh sent that filled the room. Setting himself down at the table across the cramped room.
"Okie dokey then." Duo pulled out two plates, dividing the simmering fish onto each. He walked over to the small, two-seated table, setting Heero's plate in front of him and his own in front of his place. Duo's smile widened as he took the seat across from Heero.
"Mmmm, smells goo-" Duo paused, "Whops, Forks!" Standing up and retrieving a pair of forks for the two of them.
"I brought a movie." He said while reclaiming his seat.
"Hn." Heero took a bite of the steaming fish. Then realizing that it was his turn to speak, went on, "What movie..." He asked, boredom clear in his voice. He had never really liked movies.
Duo smirked, "It's called 'Jaws'"
Taking another bite, Heero's interest grew, "Isn't that a really old movie?"
"Yeah," Duo replied passively, "I heard it was good though."
"But it's old. Really old."
"So? It's still good."
"Have you seen it?" Heero prodded, hiding his teasing intent with a frown.
"No..." Duo frowned, "Will you watch it with me anyway?"
Heero thought for a moment, what else was there to do? Sleep. But, the movie did sound a bit interesting, and Duo wanted him to watch it. He did usually try to give Duo what he wanted, so, why not...
"Yeah." he finally replied, and was rewarded with a smile of glee.
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At about 10:30 the movie ended. Duo had persuaded all of the boys to take part. Although Quatre was reluctant, he agreed.
The teens were now all tired, and heading for bed. The movie hadn't turned out exactly as planned. They ended up laughing at every part someone was eaten, pointing out, bashing and mocking all the horrible effects... Quatre even joined in when one of the less liked characters were killed. By the end of the movie they were exhausted from laughter and couldn't wait to get to bed.
They entered the small room, Heero immediately climbing up and lying down on the bunk of his choice.
"Wait a minute..." Duo paused, "There're only four beds."
"Oh... I forgot about that..." Quatre frowned.
"Who gets the beds then?"
"Quatre." Trowa said, more like an order than a request.
"Why him?"
"It's his boat." Trowa crossed his arms, a look of authority in his eyes.
Wufei nodded, "I agree."
Trowa reached out; a minuscule smile gracing his features, and gently pushed Quatre's reluctant form over to the bunk, "Go on Quatre."
"Are you guys sure?" He looked back, frowning. Seeing as they weren't planning on replying, he climbed reluctantly onto the bunk above Heero's.
"Ok, which of us has to sleep on the floor?"
Trowa walked wordlessly over to the empty bunk, climbing nimbly up, and lying down.
There was a moment of silence before Duo spoke, "Well..." He turned, looking expectantly at Wufei.
Wufei smiled tauntingly, "Wanna fight me for it Maxwell?"
Duo hesitated, "Uhh..." smiling timidly and rubbing the back of his head, "Heh heh..."
Wufei smirked, "All right then..." climbing into the last bed.
"You can have my bed Duo." Quatre said remorsefully.
"No, no..." Duo forced a smile, "I'm fine on the floor."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah." He nodded assuringly, grabbing an extra blanket and pillow, and laying them down on the floor between the bunks. He walked quietly over to the wall, tuning out the lights and returning to his space on the floor. He laid down, making himself as comfortable as possible.
After a moment, he found a suitable position and stilled himself in an attempt to fall to sleep.
"Don't step on me in the middle of the night, you guys." He spoke into the darkness.
"Don't worry Duo, we won't." Quatre replied in a quiet voice.
Not being satisfied with just Quatre's answer, he went on, "All right guys?"
"Go to sleep, Maxwell."
Duo frowned, shifting around in the makeshift bed in a sad attempt to find a comfortable position, and to his surprise, he did. Maybe this night wouldn't be as long as he had thought.
*
Heero awoke with a start, sitting up quickly in alarm. What had caused him to wake up?
He flinched as an extremely close lightning bolt struck, lighting up the entire room with it's blinding light. A crease formed between his brows, 'Well that solves it' he though, finally noticing the rough movement of the boat.
He quickly jumped from his place atop the bunk, remembering Duo a moment later, and twisting awkwardly in the air in an attempt to avoid him.
A small cry was heard from the darkness, "Ow..." Duo stated, rolling over and griping his arm in pain, "My arm..."
"Hn." Heero had fallen, trying to avoid Duo, only succeeding in tripping and crashing hard into a wall. He rubbed the back of his head, in an attempt to ease the pain of the hard fall.
"What's all the noise about?" Wufei's irritated voice rang through the darkness.
Again there was a loud boom, and for a split second the room was filled with a flash of light. Heero blanched at the painful extent of the sound, "The weather." He replied in monotone, rubbing his head.
"I thought Winner checked that."
"We did..." Heero trailed off, "We should probably go out and check the boat. Trowa, are you awake?"
"Yes."
"Wake Quatre, tell him we're checking the boat," he said, walking towards the door, "Come on Duo."
"Right!" Duo jumped from the floor, heading to the door beside Heero.
They opened the door, and were immediately hit with a wall of wind and rain. "Look around and tell me if you see anything wrong with the boat." Heero yelled over the raging wind.
"Right- O!" Duo yelled back, giving a slapdash salute. He walked slowly over to the front of the boat, being careful not to lose his footing. The boat was rocking hard, and Duo feared it would topple over, dumping all of them into the thrashing waters.
Walking cautiously over to the head of the boat, he checked thoroughly for holes or anything else that could hinder their sailing.
A sudden jerk of the boat almost sent him flying off the edge. A short squeak of surprise emitted from his lips as he grabbed onto the railing. He breathed a sigh of relief, and stood a moment, analyzing the situation. Again the boat was knocked, a small cry of surprise slipping through clenched teeth. He griped the railing tighter, gritting his teeth against the wind. This was too dangerous, he needed to get Heero and get back inside. Before one of them went overboard.
He held the railing hard and began his quest back to the cabin. Duo sighed in relief, spotting Heero through the darkness. He quickened his pace, and almost slipped in the process.
Suddenly, he felt as if he had been hit by a brick wall. He gasped in surprise, and his lungs were filled with water. His body immediately reacted, lurching and causing him to breath in even more of the salty liquid. He fought desperately to find the surface, flailing about, only causing himself to sink lower.
Strong arms enveloped him, quickly pulling him to the surface. Instantly he began coughing and spluttering, filling his lungs with air. Oh sweet, wonderful air. He'd never take it for granted again.
After a moment, he turned to face his savior.
Heero.
Barely even making eye contact, another wave smacked them down under the surface. Heero kept his hold on Duo, fighting with all his might to keep Duo's weak and oxygen deprived body above the water. After breaking the surface, Duo proceeded with his coughing fit. Heero also, lurched in a desperate attempt to rid his lungs of the unwanted liquid.
He kept his hold on Duo for the worst of the storm, the braided boy slowly losing energy. Both were trying hard to keep the other above the surface, growing more and more exhausted by the moment. They knew this wouldn't last; they would drown before help came, and the boat was out of site. If the storm didn't end soon, they would both drown.
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Well, hope you liked it! Remember, constructive criticism is very welcome. Am I keeping the boys in-character? Tell me if you think I need to work on that. I'll hurry with the next chapter and get it posted as soon as possible!
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