A/N: I would like to say that there are only so many ways to describe a person. Hair color happens to be my fall back when I have no other way to describe somebody. Thank you for your reviews though! Ourania-san and I both appreciate them.

Warning: Yaoi, maybe some non-con, Explicit Violence, Swearing

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

Soulevement du Mauvais

Chapter III

By The Widow's Vampyre

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Ourania

Heero made sure to stay far away from his braided partner as they waited for a Preventers vehicle to pick them up. Somewhere in the flight Duo had decided that the warm body next to him equaled as a plushie to hug. It had been very annoying and embarrassing to peel the pilot off only to have him reattach himself minutes later.

"Omae o korosu..." He muttered under his breath, hunching down in his fur lined jacket.

Winter in Russia was never fun. It had to be twenty below zero outside, and not much better inside. One part of him hoped that Duo would be able to handle the cold as well as he could. Their mission would take them far away from Moscow, in the middle of a snowy desert.

The other pilot was blissfully unaware of the consternation he had caused his comrade, especially since he was feeling bright-eyed and however else the saying went. He couldn't exactly remember what his dreams had concerned as they'd constantly shifted and fluttered, but the after effect of being intensely chipper remained even after he'd opened his eyes and found that Heero was staring at him like he had brain fever. He suspected that he may have been sleep talking, or at the very least snoring. He couldn't conceive why else he was receiving the cold shoulder, and he was a little embarrassed to ask.

The blue-eyed pilot returned to staring out the sleet covered windows after glancing at the time. The flight hadn't taken too long, having left at ten in the morning; it was now four in the afternoon. It felt like ten at night.

One hand came up to cover a yawn. He had not slept on the flight at all. It had been tempting to let Duo cling to him and go to sleep...However, his partner would have had a fit if he had woken in that position.

The violet-eyed boy caught the sleepy gesture and felt immediately guilty, realizing that he had likely kept the other boy from his dreams. He worried at his bottom lip, moving to tap Heero on the shoulder and offer an apologetic grin. "Hey, if I do that again, you could wake me up or put a pillow over my face or something."

"I could smother you instead..." Another glimpse of Yuy's rare humor. Twice in two days...

Duo lost a bit of his sympathy at that. "'Cept I'd wake up and kick the crap out of you." he returned, one corner of his mouth rising slightly. Something occurred to him and the grin became coy. "You just want to hear me gasping for air, you dirty old Yuy."

"Omae o korosu..." Sometimes he wished he had something big, blunt and heavy to slam into the others head. Knowing Duo, it would bounce right off, with a huge dent.

The boy's face brightened in triumph, the come-hither look dissipating. "You only say that because you know you want me." He said matter-of-factly with a flick of his long hair, perhaps to further cow the other teen.

There was silence from the other boy. A very uncomfortable, weighted silence. Duo wouldn't be able to guess how correct he was. He probably would never know. The braided teen thought he was straight, and would most likely try to stay that way.

It was undeniably easier to pick on Heero ever since Zero's pilot had admitted to having an interest in the same sex. It was actually so simple that the other boy felt a bit guilty about it because he knew that Heero hadn't intentionally spilled the information. He assumed the silence was one filled with fuming and perhaps regret at having confided in the rambunctious teen something so personal.

"Hey," His voice was reluctant, not wanting to give up on the treasure-trove of fun but knowing that the game was probably costing him something more important. "Look, I'm sorry. I'll knock it off if it bugs you that much." He put his hand on Heero's muscled shoulder, giving a small squeeze to show that he was no longer blowing smoke.

The Prussian blues glanced at the violet eyes for a second. He shrugged, not able to come up with a verbal reply. It annoyed him sometimes. His socials skills were so evidently lacking that he just wanted to move to a place where there were no people.

Duo relented, recognizing discomfort swelling in Heero's dark gaze. He was getting too comfortable with touching and he knew it. "Where is our friggen pick up?" He grumbled, trying to change the subject and disguise his own uncertainty.

"Hn..."

Every nerve in the brunette's body was hyperaware of the hand on his shoulder. And that was through four layers of clothing. He shifted, eyes trying to make sense of the war zone outside. There had to be something about airports and a sea of cars outside.

The Preventer vehicle was probably waiting to get in.

Deathscythe's pilot retrieved his hand without a thought to adjust the glove, having felt a cold breeze on his wrist when Heero had moved. Deciding to get completely into the spirit of the deep freeze, he took out a pair of black and green earmuffs, snapping them on and sighing. At least he hadn't been subjected to boredom on the airplane trip as well; he would have been nutty by now.

Like the knight on a white horse, the dark colored Preventers van pulled up to the curb. "Let's go." Heero grabbed his bags and satchel, turning to brave the cold weather.

It took approximately one point five minutes for his teeth to start chattering and his body to shiver uncontrollably. He wasn't worried about it, having been trained to withstand it.

The other pilot jumped up and followed suit, face pinching in distaste when the cold hit him full on and he found he did not much like it. He pressed his lips together and tried to sink into the heated depths of his jacket, but it was a wasted effort. "W-Why can't we have an m-mission somewhere warm...?" he complained, stopping when his jittery teeth caught an end of his tongue and produced a coppery flood of taste. Damn, just his luck. He pressed the muscle against his teeth to stop the bleeding; hoping Heero hadn't seen him bite down on it, as he'd probably think it was well deserved.

The other pilot didn't notice anything, as he was busy talking to the driver of the van. The driver was taller than the brunette by a good head, with pale skin and shoulder length hair of a silver blonde. He seemed quite interested in the Perfect Soldier, and took opportunities to touch him as they talked.

The exchange did not go unnoticed by Duo, and his eyes narrowed while something hot and angry filled his innards like a disease. Who the hell did this guy think he was? Some sort of Casanova? The teen doubted that was even his natural hair color, certain that it had come out of a bottle rather than a womb. Almost immediately as the emotion had come, it subsided into a warm confusion that stained his cheeks and left him feeling as though he were standing on uneven ground. What was his problem? It was a touch and nothing more, and he shouldn't have felt angry if someone displayed interest in Heero. Shake it off, he thought, turning his head to look elsewhere.

The mans name was Ivan, Heero soon learned, and had been in the Preventers since it was founded. For a well-trained soldier, he seemed quite immature. The brunette tilted his head to the side and frowned. "Is there something in your eye?" Ivan had been closing one eye for some time now. "We need to leave."

The blonde helped Heero into the van, though the pilot rejected it. He left Duo where he was and climbed into the driver's side of the van.

The braided-haired boy couldn't help but feel a spike of satisfaction at the dumbfounded expression on the unnatural-blonde's face, instead opting to hop into the vehicle as well and - through sheer force of priesthood will - try not to preen himself. Heero was way too good for that goof anyway, he reasoned, that was why he'd felt so upset before.

Heero found himself snuggling into the side of his partner halfway through the trip. The van's heating was poor and Duo was so warm. As the body heat of the other penetrated his layers of clothing, he found himself nodding off. He missed the dagger glare Ivan sent Duo through the rearview mirror as his head slouched down onto a shoulder.

Duo sent the angry beam back at the driver, trying to translate that Heero was off-limits to him. The pilot was feeling strangely protective of his friend, and it boded well that the other boy was sleeping now rather than running on nothing right before a mission. He quietly hummed an old tune, careful not to disturb Heero as he focused on the scenery passing by outside.

Clearly, Ivan didn't like being warned off. After they reached their destination, the bottle blonde retrieved Heero's baggage -except laptop- from the van and carried it in for him. Wing's pilot had tried to take it from him, determined to carry his own things, but was told that if he took his stuff up to his room, then Heero would have more time to talk to the head of this branch.

Heero had nodded at the logic and disappeared inside.

Dou's things sat in the snow.

The young pilot couldn't say he was surprised by the development, but he still felt that same twinge of disgust for both Heero's cluelessness and Ivan's over exuberant attempts to woo. He picked up his things, trying to juggle the suitcase along with his carry-ons, and made it inside without slipping on any ice. Once his feet were safely on the grip of carpeting he set down the heavy articles and shook the gathered snow from his hair, body shuddering in an attempt to warm. He could ignore the blonde's discourtesy this time, though the Shinigami would not be quite so forgiving if this incident repeated itself.

Heero found himself talking, not to the Head of the Moscow Branch, but to a vid of Lady Une. "Was the material decoded?"

"Yes." The older woman looked at something off screen, a frown obscuring her pleasant features. "The Futura Group will publicly announce its declaration of war within three days. You must stop them before the time runs out."

Heero nodded, watching a flash of relief brighten Une's eyes. "Mission accepted."

"Take care, Heero." The screen went blank, leaving the Pilot to his thoughts.

Duo joined his companion after putting all his things tidily in a corner. "So, any news?" He asked, wondering if his braid would need wringing out once the snow had melted completely. He wouldn't mention Ivan to Heero, since the boy had apparently forgotten about the entire event anyway.

"We have a time limit." Heero turned to look at the braided boy. "Three days." They would have to leave tonight to make it there before morning.

Duo pulled a face but held his complaints. He disliked time limits, they made him feel jumpy and prone to error, not that he committed many mistakes anyway - he couldn't afford to in his profession - but it still bothered him. "I'd ask why, but I think I've already guessed it." He said with a sigh. "What's the plan?"

"We leave tonight." The blue eyes glanced at Duo's bags. "Pack what you need, we'll be covering some terrain on foot." He needed to get his things together. Not to mention raid the arsenal.

The violet-eyed boy nodded shortly, wondering at the amount of clothing he could get away with leaving behind without contracting frostbite. He knew it wouldn't matter how much or little cloth was covering sensitive skin in case of an ambush, but being cold would slow down his reflexes, and speed was something he depended on. Plus, and he hated to confess it because it was such a petty bonus, but if they were going on foot then they likely would not have to deal with the driver, Ivan. "Alright. I'll be ready by then..." he replied, trying to not to sound bright in case Heero caught on to why his mood had risen.

Heero nodded and left to find the Director's Office. Within fifteen minutes he was looking over and choosing guns to take with them. Several cases of grenades and one larger bomb for the factory were set aside. The guns were loaded into their cases to be packed with his things.

Now he just had to find where Ivan put his things. There was something about that blonde that he couldn't put his finger.

Duo disposed of what would not be required, leaving it in the suitcase and instead taking only the shapeless backpack to hold his necessary items. He followed after Heero when he was finished, determined to obtain a weapon that the other pilot hadn't picked out for him, though it might have been safer considering how his own choice weapon had stuck at an inopportune moment before and nearly cost him.

By the time that he found his baggage, Heero was determined not to let Ivan anywhere near his things again. With a death glare at anyone who walked by, the Pilot set about getting his stuff sorted and packed.

Duo had located the weapons room and found a handgun that, while not particularly fancy or fun to look at, would suit his purposes fairly well. He tucked it into the waistband of his pants and pulled the bulky coat over the grip, spotting Heero having another of his tantrums. "Somethin' up, Sunshine?" He asked casually.

Heero leveled the glare on his partner, hands folding clothes neatly and placing them in the bottom of the backpack. He was only taking two changes, leaving room for ammunition and the bombs. "Don't call me that."

"Touchy... did Ivan misplace your things?" That would have been perfect, but Duo couldn't bother to hope. He swiftly changed the topic, knowing he had been poking fun at the driver the entire time they'd been indoors: "Eh, anyway, I'm ready when you are."

A curt nod was his only response. Leaving the bulk behind, he went to go pack the weapons and bombs. He wrapped the bombs in some towels he had found. It would be very bad if something jostled them and caused one to explode.

A dagger was slipped into his boot, and a Magnum strapped to his waist. He motioned for his partner to follow him outside, where a covered jeep was waiting.

Duo wasted no time in doing what he was bid, though he was starting to consider grabbing more weapons of the just-in-case variety. The boy blanched slightly at the sight of another vehicle and thoughts of automatic weapons flew quickly out of his head. Was someone else to drive them again? He didn't think it was all that likely, but then he hadn't been there for the entire brief and Heero had.

Heero put his bag in the back, making sure that it was stable before he climbed into the drivers seat. The cold leather and metal pierced right through his jacket, making a wave of goosebumps rise up over his skin. Seat and such were adjusted and he waited for his partner.

He slid into the other seat, relieved to find no one else around, and happily leaned back into the chair. "You okay to drive?" he asked, content to seemed concerned for his own well being if not for Heero's.

"Hn." He pulled out of the Preventers parking lot, following the map the Director had given him. "There is a safe house not too far away from the compound, we will go on foot from there."

"Glad I brought my boots then," Duo said needlessly, relaxing now that they had left the other building behind. "And socks, real wool socks too, not though crappy cotton ones that get wet and make your toes turn black and snap off." He was positively chirpy and he knew it, but couldn't bring himself to stop for the other's benefit.

Heero pointedly ignored the chattering of his partner. The subject of frostbitten toes wasn't one that he enjoyed.

The road was slick with snow and ice, all his concentration on keeping a steady speed. It was deserted for being almost six. It seemed that the citizens of Moscow were being smart and staying indoors instead of being out.

Duo grew quiet after a few minutes, recognizing that his friend was purposefully disregarding him for a reason. He crossed his arms over his chest, checking his seatbelt as he did so, and went back to looking out the side window.

The drive was long, and silent. A few times Heero found himself checking his partner to see if he was still breathing. Duo spent 99.9 of his waking hours talking after all. This was out of character.

It was nearly two in the morning when the pair pulled in front of the safe house. It looked like a shabby one room tin can. Truthfully everything was beneath the ground. Kept warm in winter and kept cool in the summer. A generator ran the small kitchen and shower.

The last time they had passed a home had to be almost three hours ago. Snow stretched for as far as the eye could see in all directions. The only break was the treads the snow tires had left behind.

"We walk from here." Heero cut the engine, evaluating the white desert.

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