Disclaimer: I in no way own Gundam W or AD&D. Don't sue; I'm simply an E5 in the USN, therefore I have no money. Ha.

A/N; psychic power

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Trowa immediately yanked his dagger out of the skeleton's skull, listening to the satisfying crunch of crumbling bone as metal slid out of organic material. Immediately hitting the ground, he flattened himself to the dirt, hiding in the knee-high dried grass that littered the side of the small hill they'd made camp on. Clutching his dagger tightly, he silently slid through the grass towards his ensnared companions.

Duo, meanwhile, hid behind Heero, clutching the warrior's cloak with trembling hands as he watched hordes of the undead creatures stomp aimlessly towards them.

Heero clutched his sword with a weary sigh, his limbs trembling with exhaustion from the long rounds of battle he'd already fought through, his sweat stinging as it traced scratches and gouges that laced his body.

Wufei stood by his friend, katana loose in his hands as he stared blandly at the gathering approaching them. "Prepared, Yuy?"

"Always prepared to meet Tempos."

Wufei chuckled lightly under his breath, nodding. "Fabulous. Then let's have at them."

Nodding, Heero turned slightly to glance at Duo over his shoulder. "As soon as we distract them, run."

"No..."

"No questions. Just make for the bottom of the hill, and the woods beyond that. You'll be able to hide."

"I won't leave!"

Heero narrowed his eyes, glaring coldly.

Sighing, Duo slowly nodded. "Fine. But if you get killed..."

Wufei rolled his eyes. "Without you in the way, we won't get killed."

Duo choked on his biting retort, glowering at the Eastern man with hatred in his eyes.

Turning a touch more, Heero lightly pressed his lips to Duo's cheek. "He means that without worrying about your welfare, I'll be more effective. Not that you'll get in the way."

"Hmph." Crossing his arms, Duo snorted.

Wufei turned away, smirking as he clenched his weapon. "That sure as hell didn't sound like what I meant, Yuy."

Heero snorted as he marched to his friend's side, holding his weapon to bear, giving it a slight shake and watching with satisfaction as glistening flame dribbled from its edge. "Shut up, Chang. I'm trying to get him to go. If you continue to insult him, he'll hang at our sides to prove that he isn't useless as you always claim he is."

"I always say that to push him to try and prove me wrong. Reverse psychology."

"I understand that, but right now I don't want him getting killed."

Glancing over, Wufei snorted. "He's not leaving."

"Then we should meet our enemies before they get here."

"Charge?"

Heero nodded.

And with wild war cries, the two soldiers charged, swords held aloft, into the gathering that wandered towards them.

The clang of metal meeting metal filled the air.

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Duo watched, sighing quietly as the pair rushed their foes, leaving him standing alone on the side of the small hill all alone. Crossing his arms over his chest, he watched the chaotic battle erupt.

He failed to notice the zombie that was rising behind him, sword upraised and drooling mouth open, fangs glistening in the pale moonlight.

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Trowa burst out of the weeds, sinking his dagger with an upwards thrust through the chest cavity of an ambling ghoul, his lips twisted in a grimace of disgust as rotting flesh splattered over his hands and boots. Turning, he stared.

He'd been spotted.

Lifting his hands, dagger dangling between his fingertips, he gulped as he watched the three living skeletons that had seen him approach, rusted longswords in bony hands.

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Heero and Wufei panted, standing back to back, using one another not only as shielding for their backs but for support. Bloodied and worn, both were on the verge of collapse.

Lifting one hand to quickly wipe blood from his eyes, Heero snarled, "Doesn't look good."

"Hmph."

"It's that blond kid's fault. He brought this on us."

"Didn't stay to help, either."

"Bastard."

"Damned right."

Heero just clutched his sword.

"Duo's about to get attacked."

"Nani!"

"Look."

Glancing over, Heero stared with horror in his eyes. And, with a harsh gulp, he realized that there was no way he could battle his way through the fifteen foes that stood between him and his braided lover.

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Duo turned and stared at the zombie that stood behind him. With a screech, he staggered back a few feet before stepping on the hem of his robe, sending himself immediately onto his rear.

The zombie's rusted sword whistled over him, having been aimed for his neck.

Then it suddenly burst into flames.

Duo stared with wide eyes as the zombie let out an eerie, ethereal scream, staggering away from him as its very structure began to flake away in ash, the sword it clutched in its clawed hand melting onto its bones.

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Heero stared at the sight as well.

"What the hell did he do!"

"Dunno, Chang."

And Heero failed to realize until it was far too late that he was being attacked. His face smashed into the grass as a clawed fist clipped the back of his head, sending him sprawling over the ground.

With a string of depraved curses directed at Lord VonWinner and his lack of ancestry, Wufei charged over to defend his fallen friend.

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Trowa ran for all he was worth.

The three skeletons chased him as quickly as they could, rattling as they raced after the nimble thief.

He glanced over his shoulder. 'They're closi...'

And watched as they suddenly vanished.

'ing?'

Walking over to where he last saw them, Trowa stared at the ground with wide eyes.

They were marbles.

Three glistening crystalline blue marbles, sparkling in the moonlight, each with an eerie, screaming skull superimposed in its center.

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Wufei snarled as he slashed at yet another foe, listening to it crunch as it crumbled from the force of the blow he'd landed into its bony body.

Then, his eyes snapping open, he looked to his left. 'What the hell...!'

Immediately, the warrior dropped to his knees, ducking the swiping blow of the zombie that was aiming to take his head off his shoulders, and sprawled over Heero. Closing his eyes harshly, he concentrated for all he was worth upon one feature in his mind.

He placed a Tower of Iron Will over both of them.

And he stared in complete shock as everything around him exploded.

With a sharp yelp, he threw his arm before his face to shelter his eyes from the flying fragments of bone that were flying.

'Detonation...'

'He's here...'

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Trowa lightly tapped one of the marbles with the toe of his boot.

"Well?"

Turning, he stared. Then blinked. Then stared some more.

"I haven't got all day, acrobat! Start juggling!"

With a ghost of a grin, he picked the sparkling, creepy orbs up. "As you wish."

The blond crossed his arms, a satisfied smile upon his face as Trowa started whistling a happy circus tune while sending the marbles into a fascinatingly fast-paced juggle.

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Heero grumbled as Duo tightened the bandage he was wrapping around his head.

"Stop being such a damned baby, you wuss! If we don't bind it up, you'll just lose more blood. And it may get infected and get gangrene and then we'll have to peel the flesh off your face or something gnarly and gross like that."

"Or just sever his head."

Glaring over, Duo snarled, "Didn't ask your damned opinion, blondie."

Quatre simply smirked before turning back to Trowa and applauding his continued juggling.

Turning back to Heero, Duo sighed quietly. "Hold still."

"I AM holding still."

Smiling, he lightly kissed the grumpy warrior's cheek. "Try to do so a little harder, lover. I can't bind you while you're squirming."

"Hn."

Wufei, meanwhile, simply finished pitching his tent. Turning towards the others, he shook his head, grabbed his pack, slipped into his own tent and decided that trail rations would be better than waiting for five hours for the mage to stop playing with his lover and make something.

Also, having the blond back in the camp was a bit unnerving.

Especially considering that demonic little smirk the boy was giving him every moment he was standing outside with them.

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Trowa sighed quietly as he put the marbles down. "The others have turned in. May I break for dinner now?"

"Hmmmm..." Quatre scratched his chin, his eyes narrowed coldly as he glared at the acrobat. Then, with a quick and happy smile, he nodded. "Sure."

"Thanks, Quatre."

Arching a brow, the boy snorted. "When did I give you permission to use my name?"

"Uh..."

"What the hell... you and only you, 'kay? I'll have to kill your companions if they dare."

Trowa arched a brow. 'And he says that with the friendliest little smile on his face, too... He's one weird kid.'

"I'm not weird. I'm special."

Twitch went the muscles in Trowa's face as he desperately tried not to laugh.

Turning, the blond started rooting through Trowa's traveling pack, his own having been 'conveniently forgotten down the road.' Grabbing something, he held it behind his back as he approached the acrobat.

Trowa blinked as he was smacked across the face lightly with a bag of trail mix.

"Thought you were going to eat."

"Oh... yeah." Taking the proffered package, he sat down upon the ground and broke it open.

"What IS that crap?" Quatre asked as he plopped down next to him with a heavy grunt.

"Trail mix. Bread, pretzels, nuts."

"No chocolate pieces?"

"Not rich enough to afford that. Plus it doesn't keep as well on the road."

Quatre pouted. "But trail mix is no good without chocolate pieces."

"Sorry."

Trowa stuffed a handful of trail mix into his mouth and chewed.

Then he nearly gagged.

He was chewing on a mouthful of solid chocolate.

"See? Much better, neh?"

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Trowa finally finished off his canteen for the third time, trying to wash the taste of nauseatingly sweet chocolate out of his mouth. "Thanks," he gagged as he held the canteen out once again.

"Baby." Quatre smirked as he lightly tapped the canteen with his finger then screwed the top back onto it.

"Why?"

Arching a brow, the blond scooted over towards Trowa, kneeling beside him. "Why what?"

"Why did you return? I thought that you said that if we died, it wasn't on your head."

"Well..." turning away, the blond sighed quietly, his cheeks brightening a bit, "I changed my mind."

"Why?"

Quatre shrugged his shoulders.

"Because you care?"

"Because..."

Trowa nodded encouragingly, slowly reaching out and laying a hand upon the small boy's shoulder.

"You entertain me."

The heart that was nearly up in Trowa's throat with excitement plummeted back into his stomach. 'That's it...? I entertain him...?'

Quatre stared at his shoulder. Or, more appropriately, at the hand that laid upon his shoulder. "What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?" Trowa breathed despondently, slowly drawing his hand away.

"You were touching me." Looking up into Trowa's eyes, the blond frowned. "Don't do that without permission. Please."

"Why not?"

"Because. Everyone other than you to do such dies."

Trowa's eyes widened.

"Just warn me... so I don't react without thinking." Nodding, the boy tromped over to Trowa's tent and crawled in.

Trowa simply stared.

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Heero sat up with a snarl on his lips and his dagger instantly in his hands as he was roughly rolled about on the ground, sent to squashing his lover underneath his body, waking Duo as well who grunted and screamed for 'Hee-chan' to get the hell off of him.

"TROWA! What the HELL are you doing!"

"Sorry, Heero. Need the spare blanket."

Grabbing the acrobat's bangs, Heero growled, dragging Trowa's head down to the ground. "Why. Are. You. Stealing. My. Blanket?"

"Quatre took mine!" Trowa whimpered pathetically into the dirt.

"Then take it BACK!"

"But..."

Letting Trowa's face rise a whole inch out of the dirt so he could breathe without inhaling gravel, Heero snorted. "But what?"

"He's cold."

"And SO?"

"I... don't want him to be uncomfortable?"

"Why not?"

"Because..."

"Because?"

"I... think I'm falling for him."

The crickets' loud chirping echoed through the suddenly still night.

"NANI?"

Wufei tumbled out of his tent. The deer in the woods fled in complete and utter fright. Somewhere, a green dragon burst into the air, having been startled out of its gourd. Squirrels keeled over from terror-induced heart attacks.

And Quatre happily snored on, hugging Trowa's pillow, drooling onto a corner of Trowa's blanket.

tbc...