C 201 Heero and Wufei are preventors called in for an accident on a sweeper ship captained by Duo. However it was no accident there's a killer on board and it isn't human. If you like suspense and gore you'll like this horror story. (At least I'm hoping to create suspense I believed I managed it.)
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I only get my jollies off on torturing them and my readers with horrible gory stories like the one below. Bandia and a bunch of other rich and talented folk own these characters. Please don't' sue me.
Warnings: Rated R just to be on the safe side. Contains yaoi, gore and minor amounts of smut.
Secondary warning: Personally, I don't think that my stories are scary. However, I have received feedback from a small amount of reviewers claiming that they were. "Don't change your style of writing, it's yours. There are people out there who will appreciate it." I thank that person. I decided to take their words to heart and I have not toned down or changed how I write. However, I am giving fair warning.
**Thanks to Shinko for the beta-ing.
Jaaku na Gundam
(English Translation: the Evil Gundam)
Chapter 28
Ex-Gundam Pilots
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Glancing at Quatre and Duo, Heero thought that perhaps they should have stayed in their own rooms and pretended to be more hurt then they actually were. The two pilots were debating on the best way to "appear normal" in front of the Mars crew. Heero stifled his anger. He knew they were talking about him.
Together the two of them pulled off sore muscles, bruised ribs, one swollen ankle, and a dislocated shoulder. Both of the two pilots looked worse for wear. It was exaggerated, and Heero knew it was far from true.
Wufei, dark purple bruise marring his face, leaned against the wall opposite the two beds they were occupying. Wufei had stayed with Sally the entire night, when he came to them in the morning he had informed them that she could barely move.
The G-forces that had been created during their fall through the atmosphere should have done them in or severely incapacitated them, but it hadn't. None of the pilots were suffering from soft tissue damage as normal people would have been from such a crash, but the fall would only cause them some difficulty in piloting. Still, the pilots had managed to influence their harrowing descent causing what should have been a fatal crash into a rough landing.
Heero didn't even have bruises to show for the landing, anyone could see that his healing wounds had not been caused by the crash. Heero glanced at Trowa and noticed that he would cause as much interest, if not more, than he would. Trowa hadn't taken wounds during their battle with Jaaku na, but this morning he was sporting bruises along his shoulders, arm, and hips. He had sat up gingerly when Heero and Duo had joined him and Quatre in their room. Heero largely suspected Trowa's ailments to have occurred during his late night activities.
Trowa noticed Heero's perusal and gave him a cocky stare before Heero had turned away embarrassed. Trowa's look told Heero that his interruption last night had not gone unnoticed.
Heero fought down a blush; the vision of Trowa wet in the sauna, his head thrown back in pleasure flashed through his mind. He glanced at Quatre and realized that he shouldn't have. Both he and Trowa hadn't bother to put on the shirts that they had been given and his loose string pants were lying low on his hips and Heero could see a faint line of soft blond hair peeking from below his waistband.
Heero tore his eyes away, avoiding eye contact with Trowa. He could sense amusement emanating from the man. Heero kept his face neutral so as not to give Trowa the pleasure of seeing him rattled. Heero stamped down his frustration and focused on Duo and Quatre's conversation.
"I, personally, have to have minimized contact."
"If they haven't recognized you by now then I would say that it's safe to say that they won't," Duo told him. "We can't sit around for three days waiting to find out if Jaaku na was really destroyed. Heero agrees with me."
Duo's last statement caused both Quatre and Trowa to glance at Heero. He instantly glowered at them; he hated people staring at him. He gave a brief nod to them and was glad when he heard motion outside the door.
"Company," he told them softly.
It was the three youngest members of the Mars crew. In the morning, Nile had brought the pilots a hearty breakfast of eggs, freshly baked rolls, jelly, and some bacon. Heero had been pleased to find that he eggs and bacon was real. He hadn't been alone with his enjoyment; Duo was covertly worshipping the meal as well.
After Heero and Duo had returned from the church Duo chose to crash on Wufei's abandoned bunk bed. In the morning, Heero woke to find him sleeping soundly right across from him. Duo's bedding was all jumbled and his nightshirt had ridden up to expose his stomach; a sight that Heero didn't mind glimpsing.
Even if the outcome of last night hadn't been all that he had hoped for, there was now a sense of closeness that hadn't been there in a long time. It wasn't perfect, but it was an improvement.
Well, everything had been better until they met the other six members who took residence at the plant. It wasn't all six who posed a problem though, just the younger three. Faddius Prime, Poland Hanson, and Kyouni Banks were all in their early twenties and were causing Heero much unrest. In fact, the three had been causing all of the pilots unrest.
The group stifled their annoyance as the young trio entered their room. Wufei had slide into the third lower bunk, next to Duo and Heero. Duo was stretched out onto their bunk, faking exhaustion. Quatre and Trowa, who had been sharing a bunk, didn't move save Quatre repositioning his shoulder to displace the weight. Heero stoically glared at the three.
Of the six that returned in the morning, there was an older, married couple, Jules and Lorine Tope. The couple had a reserved son in his late twenties named Cobin. Cobin barely gave them notice, unlike the three before him who asked too many questions than was necessary.
Duo had explained that while they had been salvaging, their ship starting having engine trouble and caused an explosion that had rocked them off course and into the red planet. Most of the crew had escaped; however, Duo the captain and a small groups had stayed, hoping that they could pull out of orbit.
"I hope you didn't hurt yourselves getting here," Fad told them.
His dark complexion and brown eyes had given nothing away. He sounded sincere to Heero, but the way Duo stiffened beside him told Heero that Duo didn't think so. Apparently, Duo wasn't the only one, tension emanated off the other pilots as well.
"If you need help getting back to bed, I'd be happy to assist you, Captain," Ky said to Duo.
At this, Heero stiffened. He glanced at the man standing at the edge of their bunk. Ky was medium height with curly black hair and hazel eyes. Heero couldn't tell of his origin, but his best guess was American-Polynesian.
Fad snorted at his friend's blatant come on. Fad was the furthest in the room and was standing several feet from the third bunk that Wufei was occupying. Pol had stayed by the front of the room and was close to Trowa and Quatre. Ky, however, was leaning on the frame of their bunk.
They had surrounded them, but Heero wasn't concerned about that. He casually placed a possessive hand on Duo's leg and glared at Ky. The man didn't take the hint, in fact he seemed amused.
"Thanks," Duo told him with a patented, friendly smile. "But, what should I do if you had to work a double shift? You guys are terribly short- handed."
"I just took care of my double shift," Ky explained, his smile just as friendly. "I won't have to do another until my day off."
"When will that be?"
"The day after tomorrow," Ky told him, glancing at Heero's murderous face.
"Lucky me," Duo responded, actually sounding very pleased.
Heero knew Duo was really just working the guy for information. He just didn't see why he had to sound so sincerely happy. They could sneak around and take what they needed. The access tube from the farm to the plant was almost a half-mile. The others were always working or sleeping, so they couldn't watch them constantly. It wouldn't be like them hadn't resorted to such tactics before.
"Lucky us," said Pol, interrupting his thoughts.
Heero frowned at the petite dark haired man. He wasn't the only one, the way he said it caused everyone to glanced at him. The guy didn't seem to care. His sole focus was on Quatre and his next words rang loud and clear in the stillness of the room.
"It's not everyday we get a visit from our space rep or the ex-gundam pilots."
There was a pregnant second before the pilots sprang into action. Trowa leaped from the bed passing Pol to press up against the door effectively blocking it—trapping them inside. Fad seemed to reach behind for a weapon. He never got to clear it since Wufei captured him easily, holding his arm prisoner behind him. Duo dived through the first bunks flying past Quatre to tackle Pol to the ground. The two went to down hard.
Heero barely spared them a glanced. He instantly caught Ky by the neck and slammed him into the wall. He saw a look of shock then fear flash across his face. Ky struggled in his grip. Heero easily held him with one hand as his feet dangled several inches off the floor.
They knew they were Gundam pilots but they didn't think they could move that fast. They had assumed that some of their injuries would have slowed them down or weakened them. Heero could tell as he glanced at their faces that they had truly underestimated them and now were terrified with what they had unknowingly unleashed.
Through it all, Quatre had remained on the bed. He sat up slowly with a concerned, but troubled look on his face.
"I wish that you had not done that," he told them remorsefully. "We didn't want to kill you, but we will if you leave us no choice.
TBC
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