Well, I'm finally back, for anyone patient enough to still be waiting. I'm not gonna say much, just a huge SORRY!! before I get this party started.
Disclaimer - I don't own the G-boys. Nope. Don't. No, really, I don't. DAMMIT I DON'T!!!
WARNING - Uhmm ... cursing, a little pain, some other stuff and a bit OOC, but I think I stuck that in there fairly well. y'know, you can always tell me how I did in a review (HINT).
Only You
Chapter 12
Someone was out there!
The blurring image in front of Duo took the shape of a person, a man. He leaped aside as the form struck where he stood. His eyes caught the glint of a dagger, and he hissed in irritation. He was one-armed, vulnerable on his left side. Damn! He almost stumbled over a rock and just barely managed to right himself. The man came at him again, and he struggled to get out of the damn way.
The man's hair was a messy black mass that should have gotten in his way, but didn't. When his attacker glared at him, he was given a stunning view of beautiful ice blue eyes before he had to move or lose a limb.
Then it all came down to dodging or dying, and his nimble legs were still unable to stop the shocks of pain from screaming up his arm. He bit his lip trying to keep the cry inside and tasted blood. He cursed out loud this time. The dagger came at him from his left, and he jumped back.
And bumped into a tree.
The man's eyes glinted in triumph, and he tensed, expecting the blow, throwing his foot out to try to stop the attack. The dagger came close enough from him to reach out and touch, but his foot managed to clip the man's arm, and the dagger was loosened within his grip. Duo immediately reached out and snatched the hand that held the weapon, praying his grip wouldn't slip. He felt the boy's muscles beneath his fingers and was amazed. The boy seemed easily as strong as he. This fact was proven when he started to buckle under his assailant's superior power. He gritted his teeth and braced his feet a bit better.
"You will die," the man murmured, and his cold voice froze Duo. His eyes shot to the other's, and the two locked. The guy was ... around his age, maybe a year older. Had he been a soldier? On what side? And why was he here, trying to attack Miss Paisley?
Before he could truly begin to question things, the man wrenched his hand free, his grip once more firm on the dagger's handle. Duo found himself trapped, unable to move for the close proximity of his opponent and unable to roll away because of his damned injured arm. He couldn't attack well, because he needed a hand free to try to block whatever attack was made with the knife. He made a valiant effort nonetheless, and hooked his first two fingers, shoving his little finger-weapon into the man's neck, right where his breathing tube lay. The man choked and backed up a couple of inches. More than enough for Duo to ram his knee into the man's crotch.
He tried to grab the dagger from the would-be assassin's hand, but was shoved away. He landed on his injured arm hard and cried out sharply. He began to shake in pain, and tears spurted in his eyes. "Damn," he muttered, and spat out some blood and dirt that had fallen into his mouth. He struggled to stand, hugging his poor, abused arm to his chest. he looked up to see his enemy standing above him, his arms already descending in an arc aimed at his heart.
This fell into a sort of slow motion as he watched the knife coming down, finding his body moving to escape and knowing already that it was fruitless. His aim was sure and perfect, and it would kill him. The sun shone off the metal above him, and he found himself studying the beauty of the weapon despite everything. What a sight,' he thought. It's going to be the last thing I ever see.'
And suddenly the knife was gone, and so was the raven-haired man, and he thought that he was dead. Then noises came through the numbness of his ears, and he could hear the sounds of a struggle, and he was up before he could register the order.
Before him was his almost-killer and ... Heero. They were struggling over the dagger, rolling across the grass in a ferocious tangle of man and sweat and determination. He tried to stand, but felt a wave of dizziness envelop him. He could only sit back helplessly and watch as Heero risked his life to save him.
Heero's face was set in a snarl, his eyes that of a predator's that has finally cornered its prey. His grip tightened on the man's wrist, his thumb pressing into a point of pressure until the killer was forced to drop his blade. Heero let go of the man's hand then, punching his face once, twice, three times, his eyes both calm and crazed. Duo, frightened by this show of craziness - though he couldn't say that he'd never seen it in the war - he tried to shout "Heero!" but it merely came out as a whisper. Or maybe that had been his imagination or something, because Heero was suddenly beside him, holding his head.
"Duo, hold on." His eyes swept down him, and Duo knew he was assessing the damage. He tried to keep the world from moving, but the damn trees were having too much fun hopping around to hold them still for long.
"I'm kay," he whispered, holding Heero's shirt for balance. "Jus' dizzy s all." He closed his eyes, but that only made it worse. So he took a deep breath and attempted to stand. Heero's solid hand on his shoulder stopped him. "Heero-"
"Hold still," the Japanese ex-pilot ordered, and he held the fuck still. "Status?"
"I'm fine, Yuy," he muttered, "just dizzy. I got knocked on my arm, that's all," he snapped, finding that the annoyance was waking him up and was oddly pleased. "I'll live," he finished.
"Just barely," Heero said, and Duo shot him a wary look, unable to tell if Heero was being serious or funny. It scared him, either way.
Heero held a hand under his elbow as he stood, his legs wobbly from remembered trauma. His mind still saw the light glinting from the dagger, the way the shine showed every curve, how it was almost orange in the glow of the day. Was it still day? No, sunset was settling in. Perhaps that was why the light had been darker. Who cared? At least he was alive to see the sunset. Thanks to Heero.
He turned to Heero, opening his mouth to speak, but saw a look so intent on the other's face that he froze again. There were little emotions flying through his usually stoic gaze. "Daijobu ka?" the Preventor asked quietly, and Duo realized that he was truly concerned. That gave him a lot of things to think about, so he stored it all away for later and smiled at Heero.
"Yeah, Heero, I'm fine," he assured, and got Heero's hand off of him, spreading his arms wide. "Ta-da! See?" But it had been a mistake to move his bad arm, and he cried out softly as pain lanced up his arm. He found himself falling.
Heero easily caught him and threw the American's arm around his shoulder. Heero chuckled against Duo's ear, and the Deathscythe pilot's heart and loins stirred. He felt warmed by the sound, just as he had at the restaurant. Heero muttered, "yeah, I see," and Duo laughed.
The two heard a sound and turned to where the assassin had fallen. The man was running off, escaping into the forest. Duo Moved to go after him, But it was Heero's hold that once again held him back. He looked at his old partner, confused. Heero would usually be the first to grab the enemy. Wasn't he the one constantly talking about no one seeing him and living? But Heero just shook his head. "We need to get you back to the safehouse."
"But ..." Duo stammered, and felt completely lost. Heero was in a war situation, and his biggest rule was that liabilities had to be destroyed. Injured as he was, he was nothing more than a big pile of liability.
"Shut up, baka," Heero said, but his soft tone took a bit of the sting of the words. "We never would have known about the enemy watching us if you hadn't brought him out, so now we have the chance to move the subject. And besides," he said, and the hesitant way he was talking alerted Duo's full attention, "i ... don't you hurt any more than you have been."
"Uh, Hee-chan," Duo ventured cautiously, "I just bit my lip. It's not-"
"Have you forgotten about your arm already?" Heero asked, and Duo blinked.
"Oh ... yeah." He had received that from all this, hadn't he? "I guess I did," he joked, but the frown on Heero's face told him that the joke wasn't shared.
"You ... shouldn't have come," Heero said again. "It was ... an undisciplined tactical decision."
"Right," Duo said flatly. "But I already told you ... I couldn't just sit on my ass at home, waiting to get a call hearing that something had happened." He snapped his mouth shut at the sudden understanding in Heero's eyes. He was beyond happy when Heero didn't pursue the topic.
"Well," Heero said tiredly, "we'll have to abandon this position now."
"Yup," Duo chirped, feeling a bit of his old humor returning. "Road trip!"
-Fin-
Well, if anyone is still here, there you go. I hope it's good enough, considering the enormous wait. Sorry about that.
Thank you to all my beautiful reviewers!!! My stories will be slow in updates, but that's what happens when you take courses too hard for you. My bad. Anyway, please review! The faster you do, the sooner new stuff will come out!!! Please?
Disclaimer - I don't own the G-boys. Nope. Don't. No, really, I don't. DAMMIT I DON'T!!!
WARNING - Uhmm ... cursing, a little pain, some other stuff and a bit OOC, but I think I stuck that in there fairly well. y'know, you can always tell me how I did in a review (HINT).
Only You
Chapter 12
Someone was out there!
The blurring image in front of Duo took the shape of a person, a man. He leaped aside as the form struck where he stood. His eyes caught the glint of a dagger, and he hissed in irritation. He was one-armed, vulnerable on his left side. Damn! He almost stumbled over a rock and just barely managed to right himself. The man came at him again, and he struggled to get out of the damn way.
The man's hair was a messy black mass that should have gotten in his way, but didn't. When his attacker glared at him, he was given a stunning view of beautiful ice blue eyes before he had to move or lose a limb.
Then it all came down to dodging or dying, and his nimble legs were still unable to stop the shocks of pain from screaming up his arm. He bit his lip trying to keep the cry inside and tasted blood. He cursed out loud this time. The dagger came at him from his left, and he jumped back.
And bumped into a tree.
The man's eyes glinted in triumph, and he tensed, expecting the blow, throwing his foot out to try to stop the attack. The dagger came close enough from him to reach out and touch, but his foot managed to clip the man's arm, and the dagger was loosened within his grip. Duo immediately reached out and snatched the hand that held the weapon, praying his grip wouldn't slip. He felt the boy's muscles beneath his fingers and was amazed. The boy seemed easily as strong as he. This fact was proven when he started to buckle under his assailant's superior power. He gritted his teeth and braced his feet a bit better.
"You will die," the man murmured, and his cold voice froze Duo. His eyes shot to the other's, and the two locked. The guy was ... around his age, maybe a year older. Had he been a soldier? On what side? And why was he here, trying to attack Miss Paisley?
Before he could truly begin to question things, the man wrenched his hand free, his grip once more firm on the dagger's handle. Duo found himself trapped, unable to move for the close proximity of his opponent and unable to roll away because of his damned injured arm. He couldn't attack well, because he needed a hand free to try to block whatever attack was made with the knife. He made a valiant effort nonetheless, and hooked his first two fingers, shoving his little finger-weapon into the man's neck, right where his breathing tube lay. The man choked and backed up a couple of inches. More than enough for Duo to ram his knee into the man's crotch.
He tried to grab the dagger from the would-be assassin's hand, but was shoved away. He landed on his injured arm hard and cried out sharply. He began to shake in pain, and tears spurted in his eyes. "Damn," he muttered, and spat out some blood and dirt that had fallen into his mouth. He struggled to stand, hugging his poor, abused arm to his chest. he looked up to see his enemy standing above him, his arms already descending in an arc aimed at his heart.
This fell into a sort of slow motion as he watched the knife coming down, finding his body moving to escape and knowing already that it was fruitless. His aim was sure and perfect, and it would kill him. The sun shone off the metal above him, and he found himself studying the beauty of the weapon despite everything. What a sight,' he thought. It's going to be the last thing I ever see.'
And suddenly the knife was gone, and so was the raven-haired man, and he thought that he was dead. Then noises came through the numbness of his ears, and he could hear the sounds of a struggle, and he was up before he could register the order.
Before him was his almost-killer and ... Heero. They were struggling over the dagger, rolling across the grass in a ferocious tangle of man and sweat and determination. He tried to stand, but felt a wave of dizziness envelop him. He could only sit back helplessly and watch as Heero risked his life to save him.
Heero's face was set in a snarl, his eyes that of a predator's that has finally cornered its prey. His grip tightened on the man's wrist, his thumb pressing into a point of pressure until the killer was forced to drop his blade. Heero let go of the man's hand then, punching his face once, twice, three times, his eyes both calm and crazed. Duo, frightened by this show of craziness - though he couldn't say that he'd never seen it in the war - he tried to shout "Heero!" but it merely came out as a whisper. Or maybe that had been his imagination or something, because Heero was suddenly beside him, holding his head.
"Duo, hold on." His eyes swept down him, and Duo knew he was assessing the damage. He tried to keep the world from moving, but the damn trees were having too much fun hopping around to hold them still for long.
"I'm kay," he whispered, holding Heero's shirt for balance. "Jus' dizzy s all." He closed his eyes, but that only made it worse. So he took a deep breath and attempted to stand. Heero's solid hand on his shoulder stopped him. "Heero-"
"Hold still," the Japanese ex-pilot ordered, and he held the fuck still. "Status?"
"I'm fine, Yuy," he muttered, "just dizzy. I got knocked on my arm, that's all," he snapped, finding that the annoyance was waking him up and was oddly pleased. "I'll live," he finished.
"Just barely," Heero said, and Duo shot him a wary look, unable to tell if Heero was being serious or funny. It scared him, either way.
Heero held a hand under his elbow as he stood, his legs wobbly from remembered trauma. His mind still saw the light glinting from the dagger, the way the shine showed every curve, how it was almost orange in the glow of the day. Was it still day? No, sunset was settling in. Perhaps that was why the light had been darker. Who cared? At least he was alive to see the sunset. Thanks to Heero.
He turned to Heero, opening his mouth to speak, but saw a look so intent on the other's face that he froze again. There were little emotions flying through his usually stoic gaze. "Daijobu ka?" the Preventor asked quietly, and Duo realized that he was truly concerned. That gave him a lot of things to think about, so he stored it all away for later and smiled at Heero.
"Yeah, Heero, I'm fine," he assured, and got Heero's hand off of him, spreading his arms wide. "Ta-da! See?" But it had been a mistake to move his bad arm, and he cried out softly as pain lanced up his arm. He found himself falling.
Heero easily caught him and threw the American's arm around his shoulder. Heero chuckled against Duo's ear, and the Deathscythe pilot's heart and loins stirred. He felt warmed by the sound, just as he had at the restaurant. Heero muttered, "yeah, I see," and Duo laughed.
The two heard a sound and turned to where the assassin had fallen. The man was running off, escaping into the forest. Duo Moved to go after him, But it was Heero's hold that once again held him back. He looked at his old partner, confused. Heero would usually be the first to grab the enemy. Wasn't he the one constantly talking about no one seeing him and living? But Heero just shook his head. "We need to get you back to the safehouse."
"But ..." Duo stammered, and felt completely lost. Heero was in a war situation, and his biggest rule was that liabilities had to be destroyed. Injured as he was, he was nothing more than a big pile of liability.
"Shut up, baka," Heero said, but his soft tone took a bit of the sting of the words. "We never would have known about the enemy watching us if you hadn't brought him out, so now we have the chance to move the subject. And besides," he said, and the hesitant way he was talking alerted Duo's full attention, "i ... don't you hurt any more than you have been."
"Uh, Hee-chan," Duo ventured cautiously, "I just bit my lip. It's not-"
"Have you forgotten about your arm already?" Heero asked, and Duo blinked.
"Oh ... yeah." He had received that from all this, hadn't he? "I guess I did," he joked, but the frown on Heero's face told him that the joke wasn't shared.
"You ... shouldn't have come," Heero said again. "It was ... an undisciplined tactical decision."
"Right," Duo said flatly. "But I already told you ... I couldn't just sit on my ass at home, waiting to get a call hearing that something had happened." He snapped his mouth shut at the sudden understanding in Heero's eyes. He was beyond happy when Heero didn't pursue the topic.
"Well," Heero said tiredly, "we'll have to abandon this position now."
"Yup," Duo chirped, feeling a bit of his old humor returning. "Road trip!"
-Fin-
Well, if anyone is still here, there you go. I hope it's good enough, considering the enormous wait. Sorry about that.
Thank you to all my beautiful reviewers!!! My stories will be slow in updates, but that's what happens when you take courses too hard for you. My bad. Anyway, please review! The faster you do, the sooner new stuff will come out!!! Please?