Chapter 6: The Return
Pairings: Too many to list
Disclaimer: I don't own GW, Sailor Moon, or DBZ
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:: Telepathy ::
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A/N: To answer your question Jordan: For the child to live Duo had to also be of royal blood. Remember Nemesis have to mate with royalty for any of her offspring to live. I hope that cleared up some of the confusion. Now, on with the story. Enjoy!
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Some thing black whizzed by. Not knowing what it or who it was Noin and Zechs went to investigate. They stopped short in front of the hanger doors, two of which were opening automatically. Then they spotted the blur of black again followed by a knee length braid this time.
They looked at each other, "Duo!"
Said person was bouncing off the walls as if he had a triple dose of coffee and chocolate at once. May the gods have mercy on them all if he did. He had waited for almost two weeks until he and Heero could finish with their 'talk'. After just receiving a call that they were on their way back home he nearly drove everyone crazy.
Now waiting as the two tracker-trailer trucks pulled into their prospective hangers. Wing Zero and Deathscythe Hell are stored in hanger one. Next to them are Heavyarms and Sandrock in hanger two. The third hanger over housed the now fully restored Altron. In the fourth hanger stored the Tallgeese and a white Leo mobile suit.
The truck came to a slow stop and the driver ease down out of the vehicle. From a far away distance the driver appeared to be fine, but from the figure standing close knew better. Heero slowly made his why toward his waiting friend.
He needs to rest. He had far too many injuries, which needed immediate medical attention, and Sally was still gone. Reaching Duo's side he had nearly collapsed in his arms. Duo draped his left arm under the Wing pilot while slowly him toward the medical lab.
No words were exchanged between the two friends, usually Duo would make a wise ass crack about the Perfect Soldier being in such a state, but he decided to let it pass.
They didn't get far. "Heeerrrooo!"
Now was not the time he decided. He wanted to spend a little time with Duo. She was going to have to wait, but the Fates had other things in mind for him.
"Oh, my goodness Heero! Are you all right?" Relena cooed, while maneuvering Duo out of the way.
Heero was about to protest but she continued. "I'll help you the medical. I'm sure that one of other pilots could assist you with your injuries."
Shyly looking over his shoulder he saw Duo standing a bit behind then he saw the braided boy slightly turn while wiping at his eyes. /Damn you Relena! I'm gonna make you pay for making him cry/.
Inside the medical lab Heero laid on one of the examining tables. Trowa had finished patching him up. The tall unibanged pilot noticed the sad look on braided beauty's face and sensed his pain after the princess carted Yuy off.
Brought of his daze was that annoyinging voice. "Trowa!"
The tall pilot just stared at her.
"Are you going to answer me?" Trowa thought for a moment.
/What could the irritating little blonde could possible want?/ but he figured that it was about Heero's condition. He felt her impatience and he didn't care. For some unexplainable reason he was becoming more in tuned with other peoples emotions as well as Quatre's.
He was well aware when the desert prince was in trouble or when he just needed a hug. All of this began right after they consummated their relationship. This was almost too much for him to handle.
Trowa couldn't fathom how in the Hell Quatre and Nemesis could keep their sanity every day sensing how other people felt. Any 'normal' person would have been committed but somehow he knew that he would survive the on slaught of emotions.
"No." That was all he said, and left the lab with her screaming in a huff. He entered the rest area where the other three pilots were waiting. He sensed the high emotions running rampant especially from one violet-eyed youth.
"How is Heero doing Trowa?" Quatre asked his eyes held more worry than his voice. He didn't want Duo any more hurt or upset than he was already.
"He has three cracked ribs as well as two bruised ribs. His left shoulder was dislocated, and a gunshot wound to his right leg. He's going to be down for awhile and he is going to need plenty rest."
"What the Hell happened out there?" This time it was Duo. His eyes took on a demented gleam. His normally violets now held an almost dark purple making them appear black, with his voice sounding low and cold.
Trowa knew who was talking it was Shinigami, Duo's second personality. One rarely got to see this side of him. Shinigami usually rears its' ugly head only when Duo was extremely pissed. Trowa didn't want to be cross with the now homicidal maniac when he got like this.
"We ran into some unexpected trouble."
"Really!" Duo roared.
"Bu-" Trowa didn't get to finish his sentence. Duo was on top of him in a flash no one saw it coming. The American grabbed the taller boy and hauled him up off his feet shoving him against a near by wall. What really startled the other two pilots was when something shiny pressed into Trowa's neck.
"Now, Mr. Funny Man give me one good reason why I shouldn't blow off your god damn head!"
"Duo! It would be injustice for you to execute Barton without a good explanation of what happened." WuFei countered in Trowa's defense, but the smaller pilot still didn't release his grip.
"Duo, please. We know that Heero is your best friend. However, you can not allow your feelings for him to cloud your judgement. Let him go. Please." As always Quatre was right.
He couldn't let his emotions get out of control. He knew that sometimes he was fighting a loosing battle within himself over his temper. The anger seems to pull him in more and more wanting to come out; and if he wasn't careful his 'other' self would eventually take over.
Slowly, he released the death grip on the other pilot. Trowa began to tell them what had happened at the Oz base that they were infiltrating.
**Flashback**
The two-gundam pilots met back with each other after hacking into countless computer files and after releasing a time delayed virus to corrupt the system. Their orders were to go in and download the information to their temptoary campsite computer, not far away, and review the files about the new mobile suit manufacturing plant as well as information on a new project called Nemesis.
Heero had a sinking feeling that the project name and the person he knew were one in the same. They stood on the ground floor of the loading dock area. Concealing themselves as much as possible but they knew it was only a matter of time before they were detected.
"Trowa, did you get the get the information that we need?"
"Yes, and you?"
"Aa. I have a bad feeling about this new project of Oz."
The green eyed youth looked at his team leader with some confusion written on his face.
"No time to explain."
Moving along the shadows as much as possible their movement was tracked. All the lights flipped on in the area and four spot lights zoomed directly on them as guards begun closing in on their position.
"Hey! You two over there, STOP!"
They looked at each other and gave a quick nod then the taller boy flipped over the guards head landing behind them, distracting them long enough for the other boy to get away. Chase gave way, as Heero ran from the dock area, he skidded to a stop as he came face to face with another group of guards.
"All right! That's far enough! Discard any weapons and put your hands in the air!" The commander in charged shouted, noting the gleam in the boy's lifeless colt stare, the commander took a small step back. He somehow knew that look on the boy's face spelt trouble.
"Heero!"
The shout came from above from the second floor over hanging. There were loud gasps coming from the group of men. One of them shouted, "That's pilot 01."
The commander looked back to Heero. "So, you're the infamous little pain in the ass of the Wing Zero. I'm gonna retire a rich man thanks to you!"
Heero, still impressed by the windbag, looks up at the Heavyarms pilot. "03 return back to base."
Heero pulled out his gun and a hail of bullets and smoke followed. He managed to take out half of the guards but it did no good. They were on top of him like vultures to rotten flesh. The guards were warned not to kill him but that order only came after some idiot shot him.
Adrenaline pumping fast through his veins gave him the extra boost to forget about the pain radiating in his leg. Heero ran out of bullets along time ago, hand to hand combat was the next step and these poor fools didn't have a chance.
It only took one good punch to the stomach and a quick snap of their head and they were dead.
Bodies were dropping like flies; in mid strike of his sixth victim, Heero felt something sharp in his arm. He reached at it and pulled out a tranquilizing dart, not enough in the dosage to slow him down. He continued on with his merciless assault. A few seconds later another dart struck him.
The dosage begun to impair his vision, his can still protect himself. Again he advanced forward; he was beginning to succumb to the effects of the darts. In one fluid motion he went down.
Trowa had never felt so helpless in his life to watch as the remaining guards jump on the now unconscious Wing pilot. They kicked and beat Heero, and Trowa knew he needed to haul ass and get the Hell out, but he couldn't just leave him, could he?
***End Flashback***
"I had to wait a day or two before I could go in and rescue him. He received the cracked and bruised ribs from the guards beating on him after he went down." The normally quiet pilot said, looking at all his comrades' faces.
"But Trowa, How did Heero dislocate his arm?" Quatre asked.
"They were trying to get information out him about the Gundams. Unfortunately, they forgot how strong Heero was and chained him to the wall. Well, let just say that after he broke his bonds he killed his interrogators and they kept him heavily sedated.
That's what took us so long. Heero couldn't drive the truck until all the drugs were out of his system. Now, if you will excuse me, I'm tired and I need some rest." Trowa began to step away from the group of pilots.
They watched as he dragged himself down the corridor and out of sight.
"I'm gonna make sure that he's okay." The Arabian said, following lightening quick after him.
"Well, then I'll shall you at dinner Maxwell." WuFei said bowing slightly then headed toward his room to meditate.
The braided youth heavily sighed, and went into the med-lab only to be confronted with the Peacecraft woman.
"What do you want?" Relena demanded.
"I want to see how Heero is doing if you don't mind." Came the smart reply.
"He's asleep."
Duo knew the Perfect Soldier was not asleep. He has been around him long enough to know that Heero rarely slept. His eyes were closed, yes, but asleep, no.
Duo was about to go around her when she side stepped into his path and to add more salt to the wound. "You know, I don't know why he let's you hang around him. How did you ever become a gundam pilot is beyond me. You're nothing more than a hindrance. You couldn't even help him to the med-lab."
That did it. A slight smirk danced across Duo's lips and his eyes turned a dark purple. From his bed, Heero saw the change immediately. Relena doesn't know it, yet, but Shinigami is about to strike with full force. Just as Heero finished that thought he saw some thing shiny flash.
Relena stood there in silent shock as she tried to move away from the maniac youth, but he wouldn't let her. He held onto to her throat with one hand, squeezing it until she was gasping for air, while his other hand held a very sharp throwing knife pricking her delicate lily white skin.
"You know, Relena, I've had about enough of your shit! I know that you don't like me and frankly I don't give a Damn! If the world didn't need you to help Queen Serenity to keep the peace I would have killed you a long time ago."
She was sacrely taking in air as he continued. "Now I'm only gonna warn you once if you ever come between Heero and I, or any of the other pilots again I will not hesitate to rid the world of you. Do I make myself clear."
She could only nod her understanding she couldn't believe that he held a knife to her. Relena tried to find her voice, but gave-up. She knew that if she tried to say anything else he would keep true to his threat.
That's when she decided she needed to lie down and take something to keep her heart from jumping out of her chest from racing with fear. Once she was gone Duo replaced the weapon back in its' sheath underneath his arm.
The quietness of the room was deafening. Duo couldn't take it even after a few seconds of being alone with Heero, he stood-up and paced the length of the room.
Heero would have laugh if his ribs weren't in the shape that they were in, to watch Duo walk back and forth just so he could hear his boots shuffle in the quiet room. He decided to let the baka off the hook. "Duo."
With a start Duo practically ran back to his chair near the side of his friend's bed.
"Heero. I didn't mean to disturb you."
"You should know better. I wasn't sleeping. I saw what happened between you and Relena."
"Shit! I'm sorry you had to see that."
"Hn. I thought I was gonna have to help you dispose of the body." A smirk played across his lips.
/What! Heero just made a funny and he's smirking. Mark your calendar Maxwell/
Duo grabbed hold of his hand and gently stroked the top of it with his thumb. "How are you really?"
"I'm fine. Nothing that a few days of rest wouldn't cure."
"Good. I'm glad to hear it. Our talk is gonna hafta wait. I got a mission and I'm leaving tomorrow, so I want you to get plenty of rest, okay." Duo leaned slightly toward Heero. Their faces mere inches a part.
Duo closed the gap by pressing his lips tenderly on the side of stoic soldier's mouth, not fully engaged in a kiss but enough to leave wild dreams of something more to come.
Left to his thoughts of the past half-hour, Heero allowed himself to smiled at the though that Duo threaten Relena. Clearly defining their friendship to her, but he knew that it wasn't their friendship that got him so railed and irate.
The beautiful dangerous boy told him that he loved him, and now Heero needs to let him know that he reciprocate those same feelings, and just as soon as Duo returns that's what he going to do.
~TBC~
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A/N: Can any one see what is going on with Duo? Trouble is brewing and it's only the beginning. ^_~
Nemesis
Pairings: Too many to list
Disclaimer: I don't own GW, Sailor Moon, or DBZ
[ Italics ]
/ Thoughts /
:: Telepathy ::
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A/N: To answer your question Jordan: For the child to live Duo had to also be of royal blood. Remember Nemesis have to mate with royalty for any of her offspring to live. I hope that cleared up some of the confusion. Now, on with the story. Enjoy!
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Some thing black whizzed by. Not knowing what it or who it was Noin and Zechs went to investigate. They stopped short in front of the hanger doors, two of which were opening automatically. Then they spotted the blur of black again followed by a knee length braid this time.
They looked at each other, "Duo!"
Said person was bouncing off the walls as if he had a triple dose of coffee and chocolate at once. May the gods have mercy on them all if he did. He had waited for almost two weeks until he and Heero could finish with their 'talk'. After just receiving a call that they were on their way back home he nearly drove everyone crazy.
Now waiting as the two tracker-trailer trucks pulled into their prospective hangers. Wing Zero and Deathscythe Hell are stored in hanger one. Next to them are Heavyarms and Sandrock in hanger two. The third hanger over housed the now fully restored Altron. In the fourth hanger stored the Tallgeese and a white Leo mobile suit.
The truck came to a slow stop and the driver ease down out of the vehicle. From a far away distance the driver appeared to be fine, but from the figure standing close knew better. Heero slowly made his why toward his waiting friend.
He needs to rest. He had far too many injuries, which needed immediate medical attention, and Sally was still gone. Reaching Duo's side he had nearly collapsed in his arms. Duo draped his left arm under the Wing pilot while slowly him toward the medical lab.
No words were exchanged between the two friends, usually Duo would make a wise ass crack about the Perfect Soldier being in such a state, but he decided to let it pass.
They didn't get far. "Heeerrrooo!"
Now was not the time he decided. He wanted to spend a little time with Duo. She was going to have to wait, but the Fates had other things in mind for him.
"Oh, my goodness Heero! Are you all right?" Relena cooed, while maneuvering Duo out of the way.
Heero was about to protest but she continued. "I'll help you the medical. I'm sure that one of other pilots could assist you with your injuries."
Shyly looking over his shoulder he saw Duo standing a bit behind then he saw the braided boy slightly turn while wiping at his eyes. /Damn you Relena! I'm gonna make you pay for making him cry/.
Inside the medical lab Heero laid on one of the examining tables. Trowa had finished patching him up. The tall unibanged pilot noticed the sad look on braided beauty's face and sensed his pain after the princess carted Yuy off.
Brought of his daze was that annoyinging voice. "Trowa!"
The tall pilot just stared at her.
"Are you going to answer me?" Trowa thought for a moment.
/What could the irritating little blonde could possible want?/ but he figured that it was about Heero's condition. He felt her impatience and he didn't care. For some unexplainable reason he was becoming more in tuned with other peoples emotions as well as Quatre's.
He was well aware when the desert prince was in trouble or when he just needed a hug. All of this began right after they consummated their relationship. This was almost too much for him to handle.
Trowa couldn't fathom how in the Hell Quatre and Nemesis could keep their sanity every day sensing how other people felt. Any 'normal' person would have been committed but somehow he knew that he would survive the on slaught of emotions.
"No." That was all he said, and left the lab with her screaming in a huff. He entered the rest area where the other three pilots were waiting. He sensed the high emotions running rampant especially from one violet-eyed youth.
"How is Heero doing Trowa?" Quatre asked his eyes held more worry than his voice. He didn't want Duo any more hurt or upset than he was already.
"He has three cracked ribs as well as two bruised ribs. His left shoulder was dislocated, and a gunshot wound to his right leg. He's going to be down for awhile and he is going to need plenty rest."
"What the Hell happened out there?" This time it was Duo. His eyes took on a demented gleam. His normally violets now held an almost dark purple making them appear black, with his voice sounding low and cold.
Trowa knew who was talking it was Shinigami, Duo's second personality. One rarely got to see this side of him. Shinigami usually rears its' ugly head only when Duo was extremely pissed. Trowa didn't want to be cross with the now homicidal maniac when he got like this.
"We ran into some unexpected trouble."
"Really!" Duo roared.
"Bu-" Trowa didn't get to finish his sentence. Duo was on top of him in a flash no one saw it coming. The American grabbed the taller boy and hauled him up off his feet shoving him against a near by wall. What really startled the other two pilots was when something shiny pressed into Trowa's neck.
"Now, Mr. Funny Man give me one good reason why I shouldn't blow off your god damn head!"
"Duo! It would be injustice for you to execute Barton without a good explanation of what happened." WuFei countered in Trowa's defense, but the smaller pilot still didn't release his grip.
"Duo, please. We know that Heero is your best friend. However, you can not allow your feelings for him to cloud your judgement. Let him go. Please." As always Quatre was right.
He couldn't let his emotions get out of control. He knew that sometimes he was fighting a loosing battle within himself over his temper. The anger seems to pull him in more and more wanting to come out; and if he wasn't careful his 'other' self would eventually take over.
Slowly, he released the death grip on the other pilot. Trowa began to tell them what had happened at the Oz base that they were infiltrating.
**Flashback**
The two-gundam pilots met back with each other after hacking into countless computer files and after releasing a time delayed virus to corrupt the system. Their orders were to go in and download the information to their temptoary campsite computer, not far away, and review the files about the new mobile suit manufacturing plant as well as information on a new project called Nemesis.
Heero had a sinking feeling that the project name and the person he knew were one in the same. They stood on the ground floor of the loading dock area. Concealing themselves as much as possible but they knew it was only a matter of time before they were detected.
"Trowa, did you get the get the information that we need?"
"Yes, and you?"
"Aa. I have a bad feeling about this new project of Oz."
The green eyed youth looked at his team leader with some confusion written on his face.
"No time to explain."
Moving along the shadows as much as possible their movement was tracked. All the lights flipped on in the area and four spot lights zoomed directly on them as guards begun closing in on their position.
"Hey! You two over there, STOP!"
They looked at each other and gave a quick nod then the taller boy flipped over the guards head landing behind them, distracting them long enough for the other boy to get away. Chase gave way, as Heero ran from the dock area, he skidded to a stop as he came face to face with another group of guards.
"All right! That's far enough! Discard any weapons and put your hands in the air!" The commander in charged shouted, noting the gleam in the boy's lifeless colt stare, the commander took a small step back. He somehow knew that look on the boy's face spelt trouble.
"Heero!"
The shout came from above from the second floor over hanging. There were loud gasps coming from the group of men. One of them shouted, "That's pilot 01."
The commander looked back to Heero. "So, you're the infamous little pain in the ass of the Wing Zero. I'm gonna retire a rich man thanks to you!"
Heero, still impressed by the windbag, looks up at the Heavyarms pilot. "03 return back to base."
Heero pulled out his gun and a hail of bullets and smoke followed. He managed to take out half of the guards but it did no good. They were on top of him like vultures to rotten flesh. The guards were warned not to kill him but that order only came after some idiot shot him.
Adrenaline pumping fast through his veins gave him the extra boost to forget about the pain radiating in his leg. Heero ran out of bullets along time ago, hand to hand combat was the next step and these poor fools didn't have a chance.
It only took one good punch to the stomach and a quick snap of their head and they were dead.
Bodies were dropping like flies; in mid strike of his sixth victim, Heero felt something sharp in his arm. He reached at it and pulled out a tranquilizing dart, not enough in the dosage to slow him down. He continued on with his merciless assault. A few seconds later another dart struck him.
The dosage begun to impair his vision, his can still protect himself. Again he advanced forward; he was beginning to succumb to the effects of the darts. In one fluid motion he went down.
Trowa had never felt so helpless in his life to watch as the remaining guards jump on the now unconscious Wing pilot. They kicked and beat Heero, and Trowa knew he needed to haul ass and get the Hell out, but he couldn't just leave him, could he?
***End Flashback***
"I had to wait a day or two before I could go in and rescue him. He received the cracked and bruised ribs from the guards beating on him after he went down." The normally quiet pilot said, looking at all his comrades' faces.
"But Trowa, How did Heero dislocate his arm?" Quatre asked.
"They were trying to get information out him about the Gundams. Unfortunately, they forgot how strong Heero was and chained him to the wall. Well, let just say that after he broke his bonds he killed his interrogators and they kept him heavily sedated.
That's what took us so long. Heero couldn't drive the truck until all the drugs were out of his system. Now, if you will excuse me, I'm tired and I need some rest." Trowa began to step away from the group of pilots.
They watched as he dragged himself down the corridor and out of sight.
"I'm gonna make sure that he's okay." The Arabian said, following lightening quick after him.
"Well, then I'll shall you at dinner Maxwell." WuFei said bowing slightly then headed toward his room to meditate.
The braided youth heavily sighed, and went into the med-lab only to be confronted with the Peacecraft woman.
"What do you want?" Relena demanded.
"I want to see how Heero is doing if you don't mind." Came the smart reply.
"He's asleep."
Duo knew the Perfect Soldier was not asleep. He has been around him long enough to know that Heero rarely slept. His eyes were closed, yes, but asleep, no.
Duo was about to go around her when she side stepped into his path and to add more salt to the wound. "You know, I don't know why he let's you hang around him. How did you ever become a gundam pilot is beyond me. You're nothing more than a hindrance. You couldn't even help him to the med-lab."
That did it. A slight smirk danced across Duo's lips and his eyes turned a dark purple. From his bed, Heero saw the change immediately. Relena doesn't know it, yet, but Shinigami is about to strike with full force. Just as Heero finished that thought he saw some thing shiny flash.
Relena stood there in silent shock as she tried to move away from the maniac youth, but he wouldn't let her. He held onto to her throat with one hand, squeezing it until she was gasping for air, while his other hand held a very sharp throwing knife pricking her delicate lily white skin.
"You know, Relena, I've had about enough of your shit! I know that you don't like me and frankly I don't give a Damn! If the world didn't need you to help Queen Serenity to keep the peace I would have killed you a long time ago."
She was sacrely taking in air as he continued. "Now I'm only gonna warn you once if you ever come between Heero and I, or any of the other pilots again I will not hesitate to rid the world of you. Do I make myself clear."
She could only nod her understanding she couldn't believe that he held a knife to her. Relena tried to find her voice, but gave-up. She knew that if she tried to say anything else he would keep true to his threat.
That's when she decided she needed to lie down and take something to keep her heart from jumping out of her chest from racing with fear. Once she was gone Duo replaced the weapon back in its' sheath underneath his arm.
The quietness of the room was deafening. Duo couldn't take it even after a few seconds of being alone with Heero, he stood-up and paced the length of the room.
Heero would have laugh if his ribs weren't in the shape that they were in, to watch Duo walk back and forth just so he could hear his boots shuffle in the quiet room. He decided to let the baka off the hook. "Duo."
With a start Duo practically ran back to his chair near the side of his friend's bed.
"Heero. I didn't mean to disturb you."
"You should know better. I wasn't sleeping. I saw what happened between you and Relena."
"Shit! I'm sorry you had to see that."
"Hn. I thought I was gonna have to help you dispose of the body." A smirk played across his lips.
/What! Heero just made a funny and he's smirking. Mark your calendar Maxwell/
Duo grabbed hold of his hand and gently stroked the top of it with his thumb. "How are you really?"
"I'm fine. Nothing that a few days of rest wouldn't cure."
"Good. I'm glad to hear it. Our talk is gonna hafta wait. I got a mission and I'm leaving tomorrow, so I want you to get plenty of rest, okay." Duo leaned slightly toward Heero. Their faces mere inches a part.
Duo closed the gap by pressing his lips tenderly on the side of stoic soldier's mouth, not fully engaged in a kiss but enough to leave wild dreams of something more to come.
Left to his thoughts of the past half-hour, Heero allowed himself to smiled at the though that Duo threaten Relena. Clearly defining their friendship to her, but he knew that it wasn't their friendship that got him so railed and irate.
The beautiful dangerous boy told him that he loved him, and now Heero needs to let him know that he reciprocate those same feelings, and just as soon as Duo returns that's what he going to do.
~TBC~
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A/N: Can any one see what is going on with Duo? Trouble is brewing and it's only the beginning. ^_~
Nemesis