A/N: Whooo! Second chapter! I promise that action will start soon. Ourania-san still believes that her Duo is OOC; please tell her that he's not! We're both having fun doing this and hope you have fun reading it!

Warning: Violence, Yaoi (1x2), Blood, Gore, Swearing,

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing/Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz…if I did I'd make Heero and Duo porn

Soulèvement du Mauvais

Chapter II

By The Vampyre's Widow

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Ourania

The safe house they were staying in was set on the banks of the Parisian river, the Seine. It was a cozy little two story that the Winners used whenever they were in the city for vacation. Heero found it just like every other house.

The brunette was still on the computer when dawn came. Hirus Shopping had been successfully dissected and its contents were splayed across his laptops screen. This was not going to be a nice day.

Duo hadn't slept well. In fact, he rarely rested so poorly, but a combination of things had kept him from finding the soothing sanctity of the inside of his mind. One was, of course, Heero Yuy and his unexpected admittance, not to mention his sudden interest in the length of Duo's hair. The other was the problematic website that he had only glanced at and now could not get off his mind, trying to remember precisely what had been on the screen without having to go back into the room where his angsty friend dwelled. And the last problem was that the bruise on his side had swelled and he couldn't lay on it without feeling weepy. He decided a warm shower was in order, and he even knew where the bathroom was.

The Perfect Soldier tore his eyes away from the screen long enough to register the sounds of movement. Duo was up. He only shook his head and turned back to the laptop.

Displayed was a map, taken from outer space, of a small area of what was once Russia. A stark white building sat in the center of an extensive military compound. What information had been decoded revealed that under that building was a Mobile Suit factory. One that was pumping out Leo's by the hour.

The bathroom was as nice as he had imagined it to be with marble countertops and stainless steel piping that he didn't bother to admire for too long. He pulled off his clothes, tempted to leave them in a black and white pile on the ground just to improve the overall familiarity of the place. He folded them at the last second, glancing at the mirror and grimacing when he noticed that his side was a mass of mottled blue and purple. How had he managed that? It was hard to pinpoint when it had happened in the rush of fighting confusion. Deathscythe's pilot ignored it for the moment, turning the knob for hot water and slipping into the tub basin.

Heero saved the information to his hard drive and shut down his tired computer. The sound of water reached his ears and he hesitated at getting up. He had to let Duo know...but going in there?

He opted instead for knocking on the door, keeping his gaze averted as if Duo himself was at the door. "Duo?"

The showerhead was a fancy set-your-own-pressure type, one that he was interested enough to toy with until he found one that made the water feel as though it was massaging his neck and back. He sighed happily, bringing the wet curtain of his hair around to one shoulder and gently stroking it with a few fingers to get the knots out. It was funny that Yuy's comment had driven him to such emotional heights, especially when Wufei constantly ragged on him about his brown mane. It wasn't as though Heero's words were out of character; it wasn't even that he had grabbed a handful of it when he'd spoken. Duo really didn't know what the problem was, only knew that he still felt the sting of it even in the morning hours. He put his head under the shower head, and missed the knocking and the question

Frowning, the pilot tried again. A little louder this time. "Duo?" One hand grasped the door handle. His reluctance to go in had disappeared when the other hadn't answered.

There was water in his ears and he could hear his own heart beating out a steady tattoo. He put a hand to his side and heard the rhythm speed up immediately, though he was thankful to find that it wasn't as sensitive as it had been in bed. The pilot closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, letting the water flood over the crown of his skull and into his eyes and mouth. It was refreshing, as it was intended to be. He wondered if the Perfect Soldier had figured out whatever it was that the website had been hiding and frowned. Couldn't he think of anything else? Heero Yuy in bed, Heero Yuy in the shower. This was becoming aggravating and, perhaps, a bit frightening as well.

With an almost audible growl the teen threw open the bathroom door. "Duo!" He would have yanked the curtain back, but manners dictated otherwise. Taking a page out of Deathsycthe's pilots book, he flushed the toilet instead.

He straightened when he heard something, pulling his head out from under the torrent of water, violet eyes narrowed. "Hey, if you have to take a leak, just-" Then the water slicking down his back and buttocks turned viciously cold and he yelped, jumping away from the stream and almost taking a graceful fall. "You sonnova BITCH! That's COLD."

"You weren't answering." The other almost smirked at his longhaired companion. "We leave after your done."

He peeked out from under the curtain, eyes amethyst slits of annoyance against his pinkened face. "I hate you... hand me a towel and explain why you had to ruin my day, would you?"

Wing's Pilot did so, leaning back against the wall afterward. Like at the door he kept his eyes averted. To help Duo keep his modesty. Like the other had any to begin with. "The site I hacked into was hiding plans for Mobile Suit construction. Several members of the Earth Sphere Alliance are funding this. They will declare war soon...ETA unknown..."

He took the towel, wrapping it around his waist and hopping out of the tub to listen. He picked up a smaller hand towel to dry out his hair, pausing when the words began to penetrate through the fog of steam and annoyance. "You're kiddin' me... crap. Alright, just let me toss on my clothes and we can go."

It was hard to keep his eyes on the floor as he left the bathroom. The air outside seemed colder then the other room. Shaking his head, he let the Perfect Soldier fall into place. He had to pack, vid Lady Une and Quatre, and get them tickets to Russia.

He calmed down exponentially when the other teen was gone, wiping off excess water and retrieving his clothing. He put them on quickly; shooting the toilet one last wary glance before following the path that Heero had taken. His hair would be wet for hours, but it couldn't be helped and he wouldn't complain knowing that Yuy would use it as ammunition against him. Today was going to suck.

The packing was already done. All of Duo's things were in his bag and sat by the door. Heero was at the desk again, wrapping up a conversation with Quatre. "We'll be fine, Quatre."

Duo grabbed his bag and took a brush out of the side pocket, running it through his dripping hair and listening with half an ear to the one sided conversation. Heero's voice had a reverberating quality, something that he would normally compare to haunted houses or other unsavory instances. He shook his head to clear it, going back to brushing and thinking about the upcoming mission rather than his friend's intriguing tone. I am so out of it today, he thought with a dismal exhalation.

"Are you sure you don't need back up, Heero?" The little blondes face was pinched with worry.

"Smaller numbers move faster. We will send you updates when we can."

"Very well...Duo? Take care of Heero ok?" The blonde giggled at the expression on Heero's face. "And you take care of Duo too, Heero."

"Mission accepted."

Duo grinned and gave the blonde a thumbs up to show that he would do his best. He started to braid his hair, taking care not to do it unevenly. "Well, let's do this thing and not screw up too bad, huh?"

"I'll be waiting to hear from you both." Quatre's face blipped off the screen.

"Our flight is in one hour. We'll be landing in Moscow and taking a Preventers vehicle to target site." Heero handed the printed out tickets to his partner.

Duo distangled one hand from his mass of hair to take the ticket, grinning slightly at the prospect of what was to come. "Alright, sounds good. Anything to do beforehand or are we just going to sit on our duffs for an hour?"

"The airport, baka." Heero slid his laptop into its carrying case and slung it over his shoulder. The same was done with his duffel bag. "We leave now."

"It's not gonna take that long," Duo protested, shoving the contents that had spilled out of his own travel pack back inside. "Least it shouldn't..."

"Hn." Heero waited for his partner at the door to the safe house. The keys to the rented car were in his hand. If he had had a full nights sleep he would drive, but today Duo would. His driving would make a Nun swear.

Deathscythe's pilot rolled his eyes, knowing full well that getting much of anything out of Heero was fairly unlikely at this point. "Well, I'll take those and you can catch some Zs while I drive. I told you I didn't want to deal with you unless you had some sleep." He took a moment to look at the condition of the vehicle before sliding into the driver's seat and starting it up.

The teen slammed the trunk of the car closed. He wasn't going to sleep when Duo drove. That was a death wish.

His body seemed to have a different idea though. Once he was buckled in and the car was moving, his eyelids going southward.

When he saw that the other boy was falling asleep he gradually became more heavy-footed and liberal with the gas pedal, resisting the urge to whistle, as it would have wakened the other boy. Duo made it to the airport in record time, stretching and quietly opening the door so that he could grab their things out of the trunk and allow Heero just a few moments more sleep.

When Heero woke, he stepped out and took in his surroundings. It was obviously the airport. And Duo was nowhere nearby. A glance at his watch showed that there was still more than thirty minutes before their flight arrived.

He came back after putting their things on the plane, tilting his head when he saw Heero was up and about. "Hey, I the stewardess get you a pillow, so you can sleep on the flight too." He said with a smile. "And now we have nothin' to do... I told you it would take less than an hour." Although it would have been a different story if he'd been going anywhere near the speed limit.

"Hn...you sped." The brunette accused, glancing down at the abused tires.

"Only a little," Duo said, grin widening at having been caught. "So what? You should have known that would happen." He put his hands behind his head thoughtfully, looking up into the sky and trying to decide himself what to do. "I'm hungry... there's a little market a few miles back that serves sandwiches. You want anything?"

The pilot was quiet for a moment then nodded. "The usual." He pulled a few bills out of his pocket and handed them to the longhaired Preventer. "I will wait inside." Inside meant wireless Internet. Which meant laptop usage.

"What a surprise," Duo muttered, taking the cash and stuffing it into his pant pocket. "I'll be right back, so don't get too comfy without me." He went to the car, swinging the keys from one finger and giving in to the whistling that he hadn't been able to in the car. He pulled out with a squeal of tires and was gone.

The teen winced at the sound of abused rubber. How in the world and colonies had Maxwell managed to pass his driving test? Shrugging, he hitched the strap of his bag higher on his shoulder and trudged inside.

A seat was secured in the terminal, the bag occupying the seat next to him. He doubted that Duo would be late with his particular talent. He settled down into his laptop and waited.

"... And a bag of chips," Duo said with a deciding nod, handing out the money Heero had given him and accepting the deli bag in return. "Thanks, pal. This ain't gonna give me food-poisoning, I hope... what?"

The laptop had been set aside as the Prussian blues found the floor to ceiling windows enrapturing. His mind wandered to less than an hour ago. Less than an hour ago he had been in the same room with a naked Duo. Naked!

Any normal red-blooded gay male or female would definitely have peeked. He had wanted to so badly. Now he berated himself for not having done so. His imagination was adept at forming pictures of a naked Duo. Those mental images sent little chills down his spine and around into his groin. Damnit...

Duo kicked his way into the plane terminal, rubbing his arm and mumbling under his breath about touchy delicatessen owners with wicked right-hooks. "Here's your... what are you looking at?"

The brunette jerked out of his thoughts, staring into the deep amethyst. A dark pink blush started to form on the olive skin. For once, the pilot thanked Dr. J for teaching him to control his body. If he hadn't been able to, he would have been in a very embarrassing situation.

"Hn." He took the wrapped sandwich from his partner.

Duo cocked his head in confusion before a sly smirk spread across his features. "You were thinkin' of someone. Did a hottie walk by or something?" Maybe Heero's coming out of the closet had opened up the possibility of him not being such a prude? He sat down next to the other pilot, pulling out his own sandwich and setting a bag of chips in Heero's lap. "So who caught your attention?"

"Omae o korosu." Heero leveled his partner with a death glare. Did the other brunette have to be so nosy? At least Trowa and Wufei didn't ask about things they didn't need to know about.

He pouted mockingly, though the overall effect was convincing. "You're no fun at all. It's not like I'm going to make a move on them or something. Geez..." He took a bite of his sandwich and adjusted his collar, looking out to see if there was anyone around who would be Heero's type. Come to think of it, what was Heero's type? Anything with boobs was out, so that left only a few. Was it the guy with the buzz-cut? He looked too old, although he undoubtedly wouldn't have minded it if Heero had been ogling him. Yuck. His bright eyes flitted to another male and he found him as poorly suited as the last, though his reasons weren't quite as concrete this time around.

Heero watched Duo look around the terminal, taking the time to memorize his profile. The golden-brown hair framed a lovely, sharp-lined face with a stubborn jaw. His amethyst eyes were surrounded with lush, feminine lashes that were slightly darker then his hair. Duo's lips were thin, but they always seemed to be stretched in a teasing smile. Only a handful had seen the rambunctious pilot frown, and none had been able to get close enough to find out why he hid his pain beneath that smiling mask.

He didn't see anyone worth Heero's time and could hardly think that the pilot would have had such an expression on his face for nothing. He turned back to question him, finding the cobalt blue shards locked on him. He tensed uncertainly, wondering if he was supposed to read something in the glance. "What is it?"

Heero turned his stare into a glare. "Hn." He settled back into his seat, fingers unwrapping the sandwich. It was almost wolfed down, as the Perfect Soldier had had nothing to eat since dinner the night before.

"Pfft, weirdo." Duo muttered, finishing up his own sandwich and trying not to feel awkward. Maybe he had a bit of mustard on his face or something that would have explained quite a bit. He saw the sandwich being devoured out of his peripheral vision and gave the other boy a warning. "Eat that fast and you'll make yourself sick. Think of the bathroom on the airplane and know why to pace yourself."

He knew that well, as he had done it a number of occasions and been berated for it by someone - if not his own mind - every time.

The glare was directed at Duo once more. "Urusai, baka." However, he did slow down.

Duo rolled his eyes and went back to people watching, trying to keep himself from falling into the cold-grip of boredom. He hated not having anything to do, inactivity made him restless and jumpy, something he knew the other pilot hated. Quatre could tolerate it with that long-suffering smile, Trowa would ignore him utterly, and Wufei would threaten to tie his braid to anything over a hundred pounds and leave him there to figure out how to unknot it. Heero would likely take the same route as Trowa, though he'd been more vocal about his dislike of the Shinigami's quirks lately.

As usual the icy pilot was content with staring off into space. This time he was able to keep his thoughts on more mundane subjects, such as guns...Yes, big shiny guns...

Duo grabbed the other boy's wrist to look at his watch, sighing in an over-dramatic way when he found they still had ten minutes to blow. "Bored... really, really bored."

"Hn..." Heero took his wrist back even as his skin tingled from the contact.

He didn't protest, allowing the boy to make his not quite noise and pull back. He felt suddenly antsy, like he could have done laps around the terminal and yelled at the top of his lungs. It would have served Yuy right for being such a crappy entertainment diversion. He leaned back in his chair, wincing and adjusting to compensate for the sensitivity of the bruising he'd been close to forgetting.

Heero resumed staring out the windows. His internal clock was ticking away the minutes. When it came time he gathered his things, throwing away the trash from both of them. A sigh escaped his lips when he looked at his partner. One could just see the waves of boredom rolling off him.

Duo saw movement and immediately jumped up, movements akin to that of a puppy whose owner had just shown signs of willingness to go for a walk. "Time to go?"

"Yes."

"Score." It took a lot of effort to refrain from bouncing on his heels. "Let's get the hell out of here then."

Zero's pilot shook his head in exasperation and showed the lady the paper with their ticket information on it. It was only a few more minutes before they were tucked into their seats. Almost immediately the brunette whipped out his laptop again and started typing.

When Deathscythe's pilot realized he'd been shuffled from one cage of monotony to another, he had an internal fit of epic proportions. He hadn't expected a circus chock full of freaks and elephants, but he had at least hoped for a decent in-flight movie. Heero was no help, having gone instantly back into his cybernetic world without even a courtesy, 'Do you have something else to do?' Not that he had expected the Perfect Soldier to do anything even remotely pleasant. He sighed, snatching the other boy's pillow and placing it on the armrest. "I'm going to sleep... wake me up when we get there."

A noncommittal grunt was issued in response. Tactfully, the pilot shifted away from the other. The brief image of Duo's head near his groin had his hormones going into overtime. It was harder to control this time so he tried to change the image into...Dr. J...Dr. J in a skirt. A shudder ran down his spine and he had the urge to gag.

Duo watched the other boy's expression for a moment before deciding there was no arguement about to take place. He settled down into the overstuffed pillow, gave a short, kitten-ish yawn, and was soon asleep.

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