Disclaimer: Regular disclaimer really. I am only writing this piece of fan fiction to practise my writing skills and to raise the awareness of certain deeds that should never be repeated through another medium. I own none of the rights to anything mentioned in the story following this disclaimer save for my OCs and the mobile suits the Z1 Respite (Tom), Z2 Constrict (Tom), Z3 Frustration (Tom), the Gundam Oblivion , the Gundam Liberate and the Gundam Gematria.
The variations on the Deathscythe Hell and the Wing Zero are also mine. These variations being the Deathscythe Hellfire and the Wing Zero Mk II.
Notice: HEY HEY HEY! Nef's back ya'll! And Heero and Duo are back for another AU/Crossover adventure! Let the battles and the unexpected pairings continue!
Middays in the Stardays
Uncle Duo's Chuckle Bunker
Duo sighed and sat down in the chair that was already standing upright. The dust that billowed up from the simple piece of furniture was testament to the neglect that the small apartment had suffered, just like the rest of the colony. But this apartment was the best place in the entire colony because it was the only one that had its own oxygen field and with the main oxygen generator destroyed the small apartment, identical to millions of others on the colony in design, was the only place that they could go without wearing their space suits. And Duo, for all his love of the deep black void, absolutely hated wearing those suits for any extended period of time. He closed his eyes slowly and focused on his breathing. There was nothing wrong with the air and nothing wrong with the way he was breathing, he just needed to be AWARE that he was breathing freely in a colony that had been opened to the void of space for at least two years by the time they arrived on it four days ago.
During that time they'd managed to sent up a decompression camber just in front of the apartment's door so that the oxygen wasn't sucked out into space every time the door opened. They also tried to check the captain's log on the bridge like they did when they'd first arrived in Kira's reality but it had been completely whipped clean. But the 'sign' was the part that scared him the most. A giant pentagram painted in blood along the main wall of the colony's bridge with the five points highlighted with yellow rings around them. The message underneath the pentagram was a cryptic one to the two pilots who'd finally come back to their homeland. PENTA-WAR is HIS war!
Duo had no idea who 'he' was but he'd been raised to be a God fearing man by the priest who's name he'd taken so he believed that the mysterious messenger had been referring to the 'he' who dwelled within the fires deep bellow the depths of the soul. Cagalli had agreed with him but Heero had been more preoccupied with the handwriting than the message its self but Duo wasn't going to argue with the way people dealt with things that couldn't be explained.
Personally he was still a little on edge for other reasons as well. Ever since they'd come through the gateway into the AC universe something had been different. Cagalli seemed a lot more comfortable about the events they'd all witnessed over Alaska and Duo wasn't about to condemn it as a negative change. But Heero had changed as well. The dream he'd woken up from on the other side of the portal kept coming back but the problem was that each time it came back it lasted longer than before, keeping Heero fast asleep as he thrashed and screamed.
And he'd also noticed that he wasn't immune to change either, he started to wake up earlier and earlier in the morning until he started to wake up everyday at five in the morning. But unlike other times when he'd gotten by with less sleep, this shorter period of rest was doing him good. He was more energetic in the mornings and the energy carried him through the day on a buzz that left his mind stunned that he was actually doing some of the things he was doing.
As Duo thought about his extra energy coming from lack of sleep he remembered that Heero, although he lost a lot of sleep to the nightmares, was getting stronger as well. He turned his head at the hiss of the decompression chamber's door and watched as Heero walked into the apartment, taking his suit's helmet off as he did so. Duo grinned up at his friend,
"Why hello! Can I get you something? Dust? Frozen meal? Dust?" he smiled when Heero threw the helmet at him, "How's the defense network looking?"
Heero sighed as he sat down in a chair across from his friend,
"Not good. I managed to get the proximity beacons and alarms working again but that's it. We'd be fighting whoever found their way out here on our own." He frowned and looked down at the coffee table, apparently deep in thought. Duo scratched the back of his head and yawned,
"So… what you puzzling in that big old brain of yours now?" he asked casually. Heero arched an eyebrow but didn't look up,
"Since when do you want to know what I'm thinking about?" he replied, equally as casual. Duo shuffled nervously in his seat,
"Since it occurred to me that we might be with each other for a long time." He thought back to the incident in Alaska and looked at his own hand, turning it over and examining it as if it were something alien to him. Heero looked up,
"We're not immortal Duo." He replied. Duo met his friend's gaze, and for the first time, wasn't even slightly intimidated,
"But are we mortal anymore?" he asked. The staring contest kept up awhile longer before Heero sighed,
"I was thinking about the symbol we found." He said slowly, changing the subject. Duo nodded,
"I was too actually." He conceded. They stared at each other in total silence for awhile before Heero frowned,
"The writing is familiar to me; I just can't remember where I've seen it before." He mused aloud. Duo frowned,
"Maybe you're just imagining it?" he suggested. Heero cocked an eyebrow,
"You think I'm losing my touch?" he asked coldly. Duo immediately jumped back and waved his hands in front of him,
"Of course not Heero!" he said quickly. Heero continued to glare at Duo for a bit longer before he couldn't hold back the laugh anymore. The laugh scared Duo even more before he put two and two together, "You… was that an attempt at humor?!"
"More like a success." A voice giggled from the doorway that led into the bedroom of the apartment. Duo and Heero looked up to see a laughing Cagalli. Upon seeing Cagalli giggling, a sight rarely ever seen, Heero began to laugh a little again. Duo recoiled from both the sound of Cagalli giggling and Heero laughing, both of them alien to him. He curled up into a ball on the sofa,
"Nothing is the same… everything's changing… and I'm not the funny one anymore!"
Kitty in the woods
Dominic Freedom looked down at Meer in disgust. Not for the woman herself, he admired the woman for taking Kira's beatings when she was pretending to be Lacus for his benefit, but because of the state his other half had left her in. Her clothes were ripped, tattered and filthy. The pink lace was now dulled with accumulated dirt and grime. Her hair was unwashed and in a state of disarray. And then there was the 'parting gift' that Kira had left on her face.
Ripping his shirt's sleeve at the cuff he used the small piece of white linen to wipe Meer's face clean of Kira's seed. He frowned and looked down Meer's body. He tore off the other cuff and started to wipe down her thighs. There seemed to be no end to the things that Kira was going to put her through. Dominic reached down and stroked Meer's cheek gently. In her state of deep slumber she reacted warmly and rubbed the side of her face up against his fingers. He was about to take his fingers away, sickened by the idea that he was taking advantage of her in some way, when her mouth parted,
"Heero…" she whispered in her sleep and rubbed against his hand again. He smiled faintly and cupped her cheek gently with his hand, if she wanted to think he was her Heero then he wasn't going to stop her. She deserved to be happy sometime, even if it was just in her dreams. With a small sigh he removed his hand from her cheek, taking note of how Meer sighed at the loss of contact, and he scooped her unconscious form up into his arms.
It was the movement of being picked up that jerked Meer back into the realm of the living. She couldn't clearly see anything because of the sleep in her eyes but she felt the comforting arms carrying her and a blurry male face above her. She remembered the gentle hand on her cheek and sighed contently, burrowing her face into the man's breast to take in his scent. As she sniffed she became aware that the scent was different to the one she'd been expecting,
"Mmm… Heero… you smell different. Are you using that new body wash Tom got you?" she asked, completely confident that the male was still Heero.
"I've started using a new brand. It's called, 'Lion King'. Thanks for noticing." Came the sarcastic, and yet warm, reply. But the voice wasn't Heero's. She blinked rapidly to get rid of her misty eyes,
"You're not Heero…" she muttered before her vision cleared and she found herself staring at the face of one Kira Yamato. The breath caught in her throat. Kira had heard her talking about Heero… he'd figure out that she was actually Meer. Kira's face moved slowly into a warm smile, an action she'd not seen it do in many days,
"Don't worry Meer. I won't tell Kira." Dominic said with the warm smile still firmly in place. Meer twitched in his arms,
"Dominic?" she asked uncertainly. Dominic nodded,
"Yeah. Kira and I still have to share this body." He looked down at the bruises across Meer's half exposed body, "Although I haven't had much say in what we do as of late. He locks me out until our body is too tired to do much."
Meer thought back to when they'd first set off in the battleship Kari. When Kira had beaten her in the kitchens after an unsatisfactory meal she'd been ordered to sleep in the cold kitchen as further punishment. When she's woken up in the morning she'd found herself wrapped up in a warm blanket that hadn't been in the kitchen the night before. When she thanked Kira for the blanket as she made him breakfast he'd pleaded ignorance. It made sense now. Dominic had given her the blanket.
Dominic smiled down at her, full of sorrow,
"I'm sorry if the blanket I gave you was itchy. I tried to find one that Kira wouldn't miss." He explained, startling Meer by choosing the same memory as her. Dominic sighed, "I'm so sorry for what he's putting you through Meer…"
Meer frowned and wriggled in his arms,
"You can make it up to me by putting me down." She commented dryly. Dominic frowned and set her down on her own two feet,
"I'm sorry if you thought it was inappropriate." He muttered shyly. Meer glared up at him as they continued to walk,
"Well you are a murdering psychopath." She reasoned. Dominic nodded slowly,
"Yeah… still doesn't mean I don't feel bad about what's happening." He looked down at her as they walked, "I do have a conscience."
Meer scoffed and crossed her arms across her chest, cringing as she aggravated the bruises on her breasts,
"I'm sure Shinn would feel better knowing that." She said flatly. Dominic stopped walking and Meer stopped as well, if only to continue to glare at him,
"I'm not the bad guy here Meer. You may think that Kira's 'just not himself right now' but you're not the one spending day and night with the guy constantly in you head!" he growled, more at himself than Meer, "He's changed Meer! He thinks that he's justified! He thinks that hitting you in a perfectly acceptable thing to do!"
Meer watched as Dominic got all worked up about Kira's treatment of her. She frowned gently,
"Then why do you let him continue like this?" she questioned coldly. Dominic went to look her in the eyes but found that he was unable to, unable to look into them and see the real reason,
"Because he's in control." He replied bitterly. Meer frowned even more,
"That never stopped you before. What's the real reas-?"
"It's because I'm weak alright?!" he spat, rather more savage than he'd intended. Meer recoiled and he tried to calm down, "He lets me out… in exchange for free reign at times."
Meer looked at Dominic with a mixture of shock and disgust,
"You're pathetic." She scolded, "You say you feel sorry for me. You say you don't want him to do these things to me. And yet you do nothing to stop him!"
Dominic closed his eyes,
"I can't Meer! If I do then he could lock me away forever!" he shook his head, "I was always a part of Kira's mind but back then I wasn't even a voice in his head. I was a 'nagging feeling'. I barely existed! I can't go back to that! Do you know what its like to be imprisoned like that?! Not able to do anything but being totally aware of everything?"
Meer shook her head again,
"Yes. And there are only two ways for me to escape my imprisonment." She shot him a stare that seemed to force his own eyes to lock onto hers, "One, you stop Kira. Two… I wait until Heero comes to kill Kira."
Dominic looked away, at the floor this time,
"I'm sorry Meer. You'd best start wishing for Heero because I'll do anything if it means not going back to that."
Torn Apart
Cagalli sighed quietly but inside her suit's helmet the sound echoed and ended up sounding a lot louder than it had been to begin with. She looked at the small display in the helmet and saw that her suit's com-link wasn't getting a signal. On one hand it was good, because now Duo wouldn't berate her for sighing too loud in his ear, but on the other it was bad, mainly because she'd have to wait until she got signal again before speaking to Duo and Heero again.
A shiver shot up her spine and she felt the sudden urge to run away from this darkened corridor on the abandoned level three of the colony. Fighting the urge she reached down and slowly drew her pistol from the holster on her leg. She turned slowly on the spot, checking each of the numerous shadows and dark corners. Nothing.
She relaxed slightly, her shoulders sagging a bit. She's half expected someone to have been sneaking up on her, she half wanted them to. It was just so damn boring exploring this old colony just for the sake of it. As if Heero and Duo expected there was an atrocity that was just waiting to be uncovered, and then avenged. Well, even if some part of her mind wanted otherwise, her mind was relieved that there wasn't anyone there. As she went to holster her weapon again something moved behind her and she suddenly found a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind, effectively holding her arms to her chest.
Cagalli began to panic and began to thrash wildly to escape from the person's restricting grip. There body pressed against the back of her's and she heard the man chuckle, a sound that was hauntingly familiar to her. As she thought about it she noticed that the arms, although restricting, were not forceful. She frowned and the chuckle came again,
"Something the matter 'Galli?" the man asked sweetly, the sound seemingly coming from just past her left ear, despite her suit's helmet. Cagalli froze. Only one person had ever called her Galli. She swallowed hard, trying to force the lump in her throat to disappear. She opened her mouth slowly, her lips dry and cracked,
"T-Tom?" she half whispered. The man's body pressed into her back a little more forcefully,
"That's my name." he said, a smile evidently on his face just from his tone of voice. Cagalli felt her heart fluttered inside her chest and Tom's hands began to rub her suit-covered arms comfortingly. She shook her head,
"B-But you're dead!" she cried, closing her eyes as her heart tried to fight against the logic in her own words. Tom loosened his grip on her,
"You're right." He said bluntly. Cagalli froze and opened her eyes, stilling facing away from Tom. Her mind raced to find the answer to this meeting but the only one that made sense was also one of the most implausible,
"B-But… then how are we talking?" she asked tentatively. Tom held her tightly again,
"It's not the reason you're thinking of. You're still very much alive." He explained with a slight chuckle. Cagalli frowned,
"Then how is this happening?" she asked him, willing her first idea to be true. Tom sighed a little,
"It's not that reason either Cagalli. I'm still dead." He told her sadly. Cagalli felt her heart sink. She swallowed hard,
"Then how is this possible?" she demanded. Tom chuckled again and leaned in from behind to place a gentle kiss on the back of Cagalli's neck. As Cagalli melted into the small kiss a thought suddenly occurred to her, "How…? I'm in a space suit…"
Tom smiled,
"It's a dream Cagalli. Logic isn't required." He explained, finally moving into her field of vision again. Cagalli finally started to accept that it had to be a dream. Tom was dressed in his old commander's uniform but it was different from the one she'd last seen him in. It was a lot cleaner and seemed to be flawless at the seams, the obvious sign of new clothes. But what was odd was that he had a small, red, scarf wrapped tightly around his neck. Realization came to her slowly,
"This is… this is a dream about-"
"About the first time we made love." Tom finished with a tender smile as he slowly placed himself atop his lover, "Not animalistic fucking in the brig. This was the first time we made love."
Cagalli went red,
"This is going to be a good dream…"
"Wet dreams usually are my dear."
Down the rabbit hole
Kira Yamato reclined in the captain's chair and yawned loudly. He slowly reached up and grabbed hold of what appeared to be the end of a piece of rope. Giving the rope a sharp tug he returned his gaze to the empty bridge. After a few seconds of complete silence he pulled on the rope again, with much more savagery than the last time. A straggled sound came from behind his high backed chair. He sighed impatiently,
"I tugged on the lead. My bitch should obey the summons and get her ass over here, to my feet." He recommended with a cruel smile. The lead jerked slightly and, very slowly, a red haired woman started to crawl towards the captain's chair on all fours. Kira watched, the sadistic grin still in place, as Flay crawled over to his feet like the dog he'd reduced her to. She stopped at his feet, face turned away and arms trying to cover he naked body. Kira frowned,
"Are you a loyal dog?" he asked simply. Flay twitched as if physically hit and slowly turned to look up into Kira's eyes. After a few moments searching she still couldn't find it, the compassion that had made Kira the person he was. Flay whimpered and lowered her head hesitantly. Kira watched with an amused expression as her tongue gently started to lap at his bare foot. He sighed contentedly as looked around the large bridge of the Kari. It was the biggest ship in his fleet, a battleship that was half the size of the moon and faster than the lightest mobile suits. But the beauty of the Kari was that it was totally automated, all of the computer systems within the ship operated on a system akin to the mobile doll system.
Not to mention the two battalions of Virgo suits it's carrying, Kira thought to himself with a satisfied smirk. He knew from experience that the mobile doll operated Virgos were a match for almost any regular mobile suit. His smirk widened into a grin, And for any Gundams… well the battalion of Z2s will do the trick.
The door to the bridge opened and footsteps slowly came closer to his chair. They stopped a few feet behind the chair itself. Kira's grin grew. Only one person in the crew of two was that obedient to him,
"Lacus. How nice of you to join us." He announced, taking note of how His Lacus took a sharp intake of breath. Most likely she'd flinched at the sound of his voice. He waited patiently. His Lacus didn't disappoint,
"It is a pleasure to be in your presence." She recited, as he'd taught her. He raised an eyebrow and coughed a little. She took a deep breath before adding, "Master."
Kira laughed harshly,
"And don't you forget it just because we'll be in a different universe by tomorrow." He warned her playfully. His Lacus breathed in sharply again. Kira grinned again. Good, she got the hint.
Phenomena
Jason swore loudly as he fell from the rooftop and onto the top of the dumpster with a loud smash. He rolled off the metal bin and turned to see the large indent he'd made in its lid. Rolling his head around his neck he swore as the bones clicked. He wasn't sure that he'd taken less damage than the bin in this case. Ignoring the various alarm claxons sounding all around him Jason began to stretch his back out, working out the kinks from his fall. His ear piece crackled to life to interrupt him,
"Jason you've stopped moving. Is everything alright?" asked a concerned female voice. Jason laughed,
"Stop worrying about me Elle!" he scolded her lightly. The sound of buckling metal caught his attention and he spun round on the spot, falling to his knees as he brought his pistol up into position for a kill shot. He stopped when another teenage boy jumped off the bent dumpster, whipping his long hair from his face as he walked,
"Come on Jason. The mission isn't complete yet." The teen said coldly. Jason rolled his eyes,
"Come on Heero! The mission practically done!" he said confidently. Heero closed the distance between the two of them in a flash, his hands gripping the collar of Jason's uniform,
"It's that exact type of thinking that killed our fathers Jason!" he roared, breaking his usually calm demeanor to show his anger. Jason frowned,
"But we're not them Heero. You're not your father and I'm not mine." He reasoned. Heero growled and let go of Jason,
"Yes we are." He commented bitterly. Jason frowned again,
"This again Heero?" he shook his head, "Get over it. Who cares how we came into this world?!"
He smiled and Heero slowly smiled back,
"Its how we go out of it that counts." They said as one. Over the ear pieces they heard Elle sigh,
"God guys… you'd think you'd be a little bit more cautious when you're in the middle of a mission." She reasoned. Jason chuckled and Heero frowned,
"A momentary lapse Elle." He assured her. Elle snorted,
"You're my brother Heero. I can tell when you're lying." She commented dryly. Heero raised an eyebrow and Jason grinned,
"Well we'll just have to get back to the mission then won't we?" he said, winking at Jason as he did. Jason barely held in a laugh. Elle groaned,
"God damn it you two! Get on with the mission." She ordered before the line went dead. Jason shook his head,
"I don't get you two Heero. You're the one who wanted to finish the mission and yet you argued with Elle when she suggested it." He commented as the two teens slowly made their way along the side of a hanger, stopping occasionally to hide in the shadows. Heero smiled a little,
"She's my sister Jason. It's like a get an unstoppable urge to just tease her every now and again." He explained to his friend as another group of guards rushed past their hiding space. Jason frowned,
"I never get them with my sister." He responded quietly. Heero chuckled a bit,
"But that's because the only time you talk to your sister is when you're both in your mobile suits, blasting at each other while we try to escape." He countered. Jason nodded slowly,
"I guess." He said quietly before joining Heero in looking at the crowded square. Across the square there was a part of the perimeter fence, the part when a convenient hole had been cut out. Guards patrolled the square like dogs attached to stakes driven into the ground. Jason looked to Heero with a smile,
"Rock-Paper-Scissors for the job of distraction." He offered. Heero rolled his eyes but held out a hand.
"One… two… three… show."
One rock and one scissors.
"Damn it Heero! Best two out of three!"
"… fine."
"One… two… three… show."
One rock and one scissors.
"Gah! How'd you know I'd go for the same strategy twice in a row?"
"Because it's the same way you always play rock-paper-scissors."
"… I hate you."
"Whatever. You remember the rules if you're caught right?"
"You mean apart from being penciled in for execution?"
"Yes, apart from that Jason."
"No pick up, no rescues, no contact and no dropping the soap in the shower."
"Did you remember to pack your cyanide pill?"
"…"
"You didn't?"
"… maybe…"
"… you're an idiot."
"Just a bit."
"Well enjoy being publicly executed rather than a quick death."
"Roger dodge!"
"… I'm Heero."
"Its just an expression Heero…"
