Title: In the Eyes

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that is related to Gundam Wing. I am not making any money off of this story, so do not sue, and do not take this story for it is copy written by me!!! For the original version of this story is MINE!!!!!

Pairings: My usual

Summery: Heero has to get Duo to the White Fang before Trieze can steal him away. Magic, Chaos, and LEMON all around, YEAY.

Warnings: Everything under the sun. LOLPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE Review if you read. It only takes a minute of your time and I appreciate them greatly. I am seriously trying to perfect my writing and would LOVE to know how I am doing, and how my stories are either liked or disliked.

Chapter Two

The Volaers

When the Volaer woke up, he was still chained in the iron, he could still feel the burning sensation. It felt worse where his 'savors' arms were. He was still in the arms of the Volaer who had pulled him out of the cage wagon. His eyes darted around him, though he couldn't move his head he could still see a little bit of where they were, not that it mattered, all he could figure out was that they were in a forest, and Howard had told him that sixty percent of the planet land surface was forest. His eyes went up to the person holding him and he meet the same blue eyes from before.

He felt himself being lowered to the ground when they stopped. He felt the chains being removed and the burning sensation slowly leaving his body. When his arms fell loose from behind his back, he moaned in pain and tried to turn on his side. His arms were completely numb, giving off that tingling feeling you get when a limb falls asleep, and it hurt when they touched anything. The shackles around his ankles were removed and the burning sensation was almost gone.

He slowly felt his energy coming back to him, he could feel the numbness slipping away. He looked around himself again. This time he spotted three hooded figures near a fire. His mind registered that the fire had been started rather quickly but he didn't pay to much attention to it. He was focusing on the fact that he could possible be free. Free from that cave and from the humans and that damn wizard who put him there. Two hundred years of being locked up and there was a possibility that he was free now, a tear slipped down his cheek at the thought of it.

The Volaer swallowed dryly, trying to speak, to say anything, but it had been a good six days since he last had any water. Howard usually brought him some with him when he came to visit, along with food. His throat was so dry that even the moan that escaped his lips hurt.

"Are you thirsty?" The man asked. The Volaer turned his head slowly to look at the still hooded figure threw half closed eyes. He lifted his hand to remove the hood, he wanted to see him. But the man stopped him by gently pushing his hand away. The Volaer looked away from him. 'Fine.' He thought. If the guy didn't want to be seen then he didn't want to be seen.

"He's dirty and he smells." The Volaer looked up at the figure of a another man standing over him, shaded black eyes looked down at him with disgust. The Volaer glared at him and looked away. 'Ass.' He thought. Maybe he wasn't in such good hands after all.

"Quiet, you would be in the same position if it was you." The blue eyed cloaked man said. This made the black eyes figure stomp away with a huff of breath. "Don't mind him, he's just as ass." The man whispered. The Volaer smiled a little bit at the words, though he didn't look at the blue eyed man. "I'm going to wash you up, we've stopped at a spring, but we have to hurry because Oz will be out after us, in a matter of hours." The man said, the Volaer found that he liked his voice, it was dark, and deep, but right now it was calming and it made him feel safe. 'What the hell am I thinking, he won't even show me his face.' The Volaer thought pushing the thought away and ignored the man.

He found himself being lifted and brought his attention back to the blue eyes man. He was shaking, he just realized it, and he was cold, but that was not new, the cave had been cold, he was use to the cold. But when his body was lowered slowly into the warm water of the spring he flinched and cried out. He wasn't use to it, but the man ignored his cry, knowing full well that the water wouldn't burn him. After a few minutes in the water, the Volaer found that it felt good. The man was holding him in a sitting position, and started scrubbing away the caked on dirt with a cloth. The Volaer watched with intense interest as the dirt reveal paled skin, that badly needed sun.

"He looks like a porcelain doll." The Volaer looked up at the smaller of the four figures, he had light blue eyes, the shadow from the hood made them look almost green. But they didn't hold disgust or pity, or anything else, but kindness. "Here, use this on his hair." He said handing a bottle to the man who was washing him. "It'll get the dirt and tangles out." With that he walked away.

The Volaer sat patiently as he was washed from head to toe. He blushed madly when the man washed his more private areas but didn't say anything. He flinched when the man tried to get his tangles out, but once it was finally over the brushing felt nice. He was glad to see the strands of hair were a mixture of different browns, gold's, and reds with blond highlights. He was amazed just to see himself clean.

He was lifted out of the water and a towel was wrapped around his body and he was placed in the sun on a flat rock. He sat there and waited as the man went to the large white horse and pulled out more cloth, and a pair of leather boots. The Volaer mildly wondered why they would have cloths for him, but dismissed it as an extra pair for themselves. The man approached him again and started drying him off.

"What is your name?" The man asked. The Volaer looked at him, closed his eyes and turned away. If the man wouldn't show him who he was, or a the least give him a name, then he would not give his name to him. It was perfectly fair, was it not? The man chuckled lightly, bring the Volaer's attention back to him. "Alright, alright, how about this?" The man said, he pulled away the hood and the Volaers eyes widened noticeable. "You like?" The man asked. The Volaer blushed. The man…no, the Volaer before him was…well…very attractive. His hair was messing and jetted out in more directions them the Volaer thought was possible, shadowing over his bright blue eyes with dark chocolate colored locks. His eyes were slightly slanted and set in a nice oval shaped face. "My name is Heero, what's yours?" He asked nicely. Almost like he was trying to calm his own horse, but it was nice either way.

"And my name is Quatre" The Volaer looked up to see a blond haired man approaching them, those blue eyes looking at him kindly, and he held a brush and a black ribbon in him hands. Upon further inspection, the other two by the fire and their hoods off as well. The black eyed male with black hair that was held in a low ponytail, was cooking something over the fire, while the green eyed man, his hair covering half his face, was packing up the horses, making sure everything was on properly. 'Wait, where did the horses come from?' The Volaer asked himself. He turned back to Heero and Quatre, who was now brushing his hair free of the water, and whatever tangles still held.

"Duo." He said dryly, it hurt to say that much, and his voice was raspy. Geez, he didn't think it had been that long. Heero stood and left the two for a few minutes, coming back with a cup of water and a plate of food. Duo grabbed the cup of water first, gulping it down dangerously fast, Heero pulled the cup away and forced Duo to slow down a bit. Once the cup was finished off , Duo started on the food.

"Duo, slow down or you'll get sick. I won't take the food away from you." Heero said. Duo looked at Heero with a light blush and back down at the food, and slowly ate it. It wouldn't do well to annoy them. After all they were giving him food and water and Heero had bathed him, he blushed at the thought.

"You guys are Volaer's right, what are your powers?" Duo asked. He knew they were Volaer, that was a given, but he had no idea what their powers were, or where they came from. He had thought they had all been slain in his old village.

"Well, Heero here, is an earth Volaer. He can control anything on the planet that is made of stone, dirt, plants, that sort. He's one of the more powerful Volaers, capable of doing more then one ability like most. He can absorb others powers as well, and use them for a short amount of time. I am a Life Volaer, I can heal and bring life back to those who have died, but it has to be fresh, anyone dead for more then thirty minutes can not be brought back, and the wound have to be healable. If your decapitated or you're missing your heart, well I can't help you then. Trowa, over there," Quatre pointed to the man with the horses. "He a Shadow Volaer, and Wufei is a Fire Volaer, so don't mind his words, he's a little on the grouchy sarcastic, just plain rude side of the personality spectrum." Quatre said with a smile. Duo smiled as well. 'If that's the case, then I guess I can learn to like him, or at least ignore him…maybe I can bug the crap out of him until s\he ignores me.' Duo thought.

Heero look his cup and his plate, now that he was down eating and pulled a loose long sleeved, black turtle neck shirt over Duo's head. Quatre mumbled something about loosing him place with the braid he was working on, but Heero ignored him. Duo was lifted to his feet, held there by Quatre, as Heero slipped on loose black pants. Then sat Duo back down and put another black shirt, sleeveless, over Duo's head. This one was long and went to his knees, but held slits up the sides, all the way to his waist. Leather arm covers were slipped onto Duo's arms, from his wrist to just below his shoulder. Then the knee high leather boots were put on and laced up tightly. The clothing was soft and warm and Duo thought that he would never take them off, they were just too damn comfortable.

"There, all done." Quatre said, dropping the long thick braid over Duo's shoulder. Duo's fingered it and smiled. He was clean, dressed, feed, and his throat was feeling a little better, at least it wasn't so dry anymore.

"Thank you." He said, smiling at Quatre and Heero.

"It's no problem, Duo." Quatre said, he walked away from them and over to Trowa. Duo couldn't hear what they were talking about so gave up trying. He turned and looked at Heero, and watched as the man went to his horse again and dug around in his packs. Finally finding what he was looking for, he went back to Duo and handed him a small dagger. Duo looked at it, unsheathed it. It was made of a weird colored stone, and lined in pure silver.

"What is this?" Duo asked.

"It's a dagger made from Sardonyx. It'll increase your energy levels in your body and enhance your strength and vigor. The stone is made from onyx which also contains layers of carnelian and chalcedony. " Heero explained. (1)

"But I don't know how to use a dagger." Duo said. "And I have no idea what carnelian and chal--um, yeah, are they rocks?" Duo asked. He liked the dagger it was beautiful, but he didn't know if he should accept such a gift.

"Don't worry about it, I'll show you how to use it later, for know just keep it with you, it'll be good for you.. Let's just hope you don't have to use it." Duo nodded and put the small blade back in the sheath and put it into the pouch that Heero had tied around his waist.

"Why are you helping me?" Duo asked, shocking Heero with the question.

"We were sent here by Milliardo to protect you and bring you to the White Fang." Heero explained.

"The White Fang?" Duo asked, barely able to believe what he was hearing. Heero nodded. Duo had heard the wizard say something about the White Fang, and his mother had told him to go to the White Fang if things ever got bad, it was a warning all the children got, though they were never told how to get there, and here he was with people who could take him there. Duo knew that if these people were from the White Fang, then he could trust them with his life. And as far as he knew, no one knew of the White Fang except for Volaers and Wizards, who were sworn to secrecy by something more persuasive then gold.

"How long until we reach the White Fang?" Duo asked. He was more hopeful now.

"Well, it'll take roughly eleven months of good travel to reach the Myricsees Highlands, it's the only place where the Sweepers Aircraft lands. From there it takes two weeks, if she's there when we arrive, Heldi I mean, to reach the White Fang. So almost a year, unless we get held up." Heero explained.

"Thank you." Duo whispered again. "I don't think those men had good intensions for me." Duo said, wrapping his arms around himself. Heero stood up.

"We need to get going. It would be in our best interest to reach Aria by nightfall. It's on the boarder of the Oz Kingdom and therefore cannot be openly searched by King Trieze." Heero said, he held out his hand to Duo and helped him to his feet. As soon as Duo was up his knees gave out and he almost fell to the ground again, but Heero caught him and lifted him into his arms.

"I'm sorry, it's been a while." He said, not looking at Heero. Heero didn't comment and just lifted Duo onto his horses back. The large horse bent down onto his front knees to help Heero reach his back better, since Heero's head only reached the horses back. "Heero, where did the horses come from. I could have sworn you ran here?" Duo said, he hadn't heard the hooves on the ground, he knew the sound well.

"We left the horses here when we went to get you. Wing would be an obvious site to the soldiers." Heero explained. He mounted Wing's back, easily pulling himself onto his horse, and nudged him into a gallop. Duo fell back into Heero at the force of the creature moving, and he stayed there. He wasn't going to try and balance himself on the horse. Not that he minded leaning against Heero or anything. The others nudged their horses into a gallop fallowing Heero.

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If anyone comes up with a better summery let me now, I'll use it. I hate my summery. I hope everyone is enjoying

1. Heero knows everything about this stuff