Title: Delirium
Author: Spinny Roses
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Rating: R
Warnings: Yaoi (Quatre/Trowa), supernatural, OC you love to hate
Spoilers: Up before they go back into space
Disclaimer: Don't own
Notes: No flaming me over Duo's little speech here. I just write what the characters say.
Delirium
By Spinny Roses
Chapter 3
OZ was still in town. My roommate was in the shower, probably cussing at the person who used up all the hot water. I swear, I don't take that long in the shower. Quatre and I were getting more and more frustrated, especially since we haven't gotten any new missions and there was news that our scientists were slowly being arrested.
Yeah, it looked like life was going down the drain at a sharp clip. Good thing was that Quatre stopped talking about weird shit like witches and vampires. And Rie was missing, which made eating that much easier. Hey, you try eating when you have some stuck-up, insane girl looking down her nose at you. Not even the time Relena enrolled at the same school Heero and I were at was that bad. At least Relena just pitied me and Heero. Rie was outright hostile.
But, if the rumors were true, OZ was going to move out soon. Just refueling, mmhmm.
Another day in the life, right?
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I hate cold nights. But, unfortunately, Quatre lived in a different dorm than I did. So I had to sneak out of my building and walk down to his. Did I mention I hate cold nights? Because they royally suck.
So does having to cling to a icy second story window. I swear, by the time Quatre finally let me in, my fingers had fucking frostbite. Quatre, being the ever so kind soul he is, let me rant for a full five seconds before trying to suffocate me with a pillow. Hey, I mean that. Heero didn't let me get the first syllable out of my mouth before he put his threat to kill me into practice. Quatre, at least, lets me blow off a little steam before putting my life into danger.
Yeah, we're a fucked-up bunch.
"Anyway," Quatre said, tossing the pillow to one side. "Our Gundams are still safe. There hasn't been any reports of Gundam sightings since... well... and Trowa says they'll meet up with us as soon as we're able to move out," he finished, ears going bright red.
I could feel an eyebrow lifting. "Eager to see your squeeze again?"
"Duo!" He sounded horrified, then looked down at his hands. "It's... not like that. He's food, nothing more."
I went quiet. We were about to get back into the weird shit again and I really couldn't deal with hearing about things that Quatre couldn't prove. Shit, Quatre didn't even have fangs. Sure, he was strong, but we're Gundam pilots. We're all strong.
He sighed, opening the window again. "Bed checks soon. You might as well get back." As I swung my leg over the edge, he added, "Heero says hi."
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I know. He says it several times a day."
"He likes you, Duo."
"And because you're in a homosexual relationship with another pilot, I should be too?" I spat back. "Look, I hate to point this out to you, but long hair does not equal gay. Okay? And anyway, getting involved will just mess this shit up, so he shouldn't even bother." With that, I jumped off the window.
Okay, maybe I was being a bit rude. I was getting tired of Heero, though. He was one pink limo away from becoming a male Relena. And seriously, I was not interested.
There was a wet thud and a growl behind me. Every hair on the back of my neck stood at attention, and I swear I smelled something like... fur. Every part of me screamed not to turn around. I didn't want to see what it was. I had a happy, shiny illusion. Don't. Turn. Around.
I turned.
The first thing I actually noticed was shining eyes. You know how a cat looks when you shine a light in their eyes? Yeah, that. My hand started creeping towards my gun.
It was male. He was splattered with blood, had shining eyes, and was snarling at me. And at his feet...
Rie. He... they... left her face alone. Recognizable. The rest of her, though... It was like a big animal got to her. She was slashed to bits, and even through the blood and guts I could tell there were pieces missing. Big pieces. Which might explain the blood and bits of flesh and muscle around the guy's mouth.
And there was something flashing in front of me. It was my gun, huh. Training rules all.
The damned thing actually dropped to all fours. And... shifted. That's the only way to put it. All the bones under his body shifted and realigned themselves. I watched in horror as his hair grew and attached itself to his body like fur. No, not "like." As fur.
I stood there, over a witch's dead body, gun out as a man shifted into a fucking leopard.
There was no way I was going to be able to rationalize this.
Self-preservation kicked in at the last second, and I dodged his claws. A laugh bubbled up in the back of my throat as several bad movies came back to me. One little scratch or bite and I could be howling at the next full moon. Of course, all those bad movies also said that Quatre would be a pile of dust in the sunlight and that sure as hell isn't true.
I was fighting a wereleopard and my only thoughts were of bad horror movies. Geez.
What was true was he was one fast bastard. I couldn't get a decent lock on him, and I wasn't about to waste bullets on a target I wasn't sure I could hit. If I could slow him down...
It didn't happen again. Not that weird slowdown/speed up thing that happened with Quatre. He was still one freakishly fast bastard and I ended up on my back, gun thrown off... somewhere. I don't know. The leopard was growling over me, claws just barely keeping from ripping me into shreds.
I'm not normally afraid of death. Well, my own death. I revel in bringing death to others, and if a mission goes wrong, then at least I died in the right spot. This, though, was different. I was about to die at the hands of something that shouldn't exist. And I was terrified. An animal with human eyes was about to kill me and I had spent the last week convinced that Quatre was making it all up.
I guess I wasn't going to be able to apologize to him.
Which was when the leopard was thrown off me by a brown blur. I looked around, managing to find my gun sitting in a pool of Rie's blood, and grabbed it. When I swung it back around, the leopard and the newcomer, a large brown wolf, were facing off. The wolf growled and snapped at the bastard. And the leopard, get this, limped off.
I wasn't about to celebrate, though. The wolf had blood on its face and was looking at me like I was a very tasty meal. Slowly, I got up, gun shaking slightly. I wasn't going to let some beast kill me. Nuh-uh.
The wolf backed off. I blinked, watching as cold blue eyes watched my move as it melted into the shadows. And I swear, I had seen those eyes before. I knew who the wolf was. It was on the tip of my...
"Duo..."
I clicked the safety on and shoved it back into the holster in one motion, turning to see Quatre do the same. "Oh... hey..."
"Are you okay?"
"Oh yeah. Just peachy." What was that buzzing sound? "Hey, I want to say sorry. About not believing in all that supernatural crap." Ooh, ground looked a lot closer than it should be. "I'm going to have to crash. Wow, it's all real."
Last thing I knew before I hit the ground was that Quatre let out something that sounded nasty in Arabic. But my last sentence followed me into my dreams.
Wow, it's all real...