Pairings: Duo/Heero, Quatre/Trowa
Warnings: possibilities of later violence? supernatural stuff, kinky moments, not sure what all's gonna be in here yet
Author's comment:
I should be beaten for how long it took me to get back to this. A few little comments for this though. Doing this update to let you know I haven't given up on this story yet despite that it's been like :counts: almost five years? Wow…but yeah. I do have about three chapters if this completed already though at this point in time my main focus is to finish up Princely Garbs first.
Once that's done, I will be focusing on this story as my primary. For those reading Spellcaster…that one's really gonna need to go through a rewriting. It's been too long and I've changed styles too much to continue it as it is. For those reading the Vampire Conspiracy sequel, that one's also in the phrase of a rewrite seeing as how it changed a lot too. Lol and that'll probably be the third story I'll start working on, and Ozzy Play Pen will also go through a rewriting. Also have a new VincentxCid story in the works though I'll have to put it on hold until I finish all my old stuff. Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter. Depending on how much I have left towards Princely Garbs, I might post another chapter for this soon. Just not too soon.
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Operation Blank Conspiracy 4
Time: 15:00 hours
Did he mention that sometimes he didn't like his teammates? Because right now at this very moment, he was feeling more than a little bit of frustration which was uncommon for him. It didn't help that Trowa, who usually stayed pretty stoic and detached, had been smiling this whole time they left from the apartment building. Quatre tried to look natural, but it was hard to do when you were walking around in drag.
At least he managed to convince the others to let him wear the long dress verses the mini skirt and blouse. He wore a sunhat as well to help hide his face, both from the sun and from the people around him. The last thing he wanted was to alert Father Maxwell to his presence, at least not right away anyway.
The two of them stopped by the door, Trowa wearing a nice pair of slacks and a button up shirt looking at least the part of a wealthy man even if he wasn't anywhere close to it. They didn't stop to knock to at all, Trowa reaching down and opening the squeaky door letting Quatre go in first. It wasn't just for courtesy's sake, Quatre was just one of the few to know the layout of the church from the inside.
Even though they didn't wear their ear pieces on them, the hat Quatre wore and the small rose Trowa wore in his shirt held both microphones and cameras. They wouldn't be able to hear what Heero or Wufei said to them, but at least it would work the other way around.
Quatre moved at a cautious gait, frowning when as he glanced around the room quickly. There were a lot of things he had expected to see when he first went in. Crying children, angry men pointing guns at the hostages, death threats telling them to get down as soon as they came inside. He didn't expect silence.
It was empty. The whole room was empty. He didn't like it. He knew they hadn't escaped otherwise they would have seen something on their surveillances. He glanced at Trowa seeing the unease there too before the both of them moved quietly. The enemy probably knew they were there by now, or if not they should have known from the sound of the front door opening.
Trowa tried closing the door quietly but the rusty hinges didn't agree with it. Still no one came out pointing guns at them. Then the two of them heard the loud thump of something falling from the ceiling and knew something was wrong. It only took a glance at Trowa before they moved quickly, each standing at the side of the door at the back leaning into the hallway. Trowa cracked the door slightly, peeked through and nodded his head before he rushed in with Quatre behind him. Holding his hat down, hoping Heero was seeing everything, Quatre moved rushing in first with Trowa behind him.
The hallway lay empty but the sound of muffled voices came from above. Quatre looked back at Trowa and, seeing the other already pulling out his gun, started to pull out his own as well from the lace around his thigh. He'd expected to play the part of an innocent lady with her husband who happened to walk into the wrong place at the wrong time. Now, if they were to show up suddenly upstairs after passing through an obviously empty building without even yelling out hello even once, they'd of course look suspicious.
He was surprised he didn't see any traps hidden since their arrival into the building. Were the guys here not expecting anyone to come inside just because it was in a more isolated part of town? He kept moving though, hating how the floor creaked no matter where the supposed couple walked. He expected the guys to come running out shooting guns at them each time he stepped on one of the bad boards. His heart thundered in his chest in anticipation as he licked at his drying lips. The muffled sounds were close and he stopped by the door, Trowa moving the other side instantly.
He looked at Trowa, the other betraying none of his feelings in his blank eyes even as he glanced at the door. He was better at that than Quatre was, even though he tried his best to hide it. He could see bodies lying on the floor through the cracked door but only just barely. He honestly hoped that this cold feeling running through his veins wasn't because of something bad.
Trowa waved a hand to get his attention and when he looked at him he saw the other holding up a hand with three fingers on it. He knew what it meant and nodded his head as he took a deep breath holding his gun up and ready. Trowa nodded his head in return and started the count down with his fingers. Three…Two…One….
Quatre and his partner rushed in quickly, guns held ready to shoot the first thing to move. His eyes darted around quickly, taking into account all the bodies on the floor and looking for someone to be standing up either ready to shoot them or, hopefully, surprised by the sudden entry of the two men.
Aside from the people on the ground, there wasn't anyone else in the room and it just led to more suspicion in Quatre's eyes. But he let the idea go as he rushed over spotting Father Maxwell among the bodies. He was, thankfully, alive as were the rest of them if not shaken a little. Quatre untied the gag first and was about to start untying the older man before his frantic voice stopped him.
"Stop!" Father Maxwell yelled out so suddenly Quatre felt himself jump back. He saw the recognition in the man's eyes but it was quickly clouded over with panic and fear. "They're after him! You have to go save him! Those men! They're after him! They…" He coughed and Quatre sat him up quickly, continuing to work on the restraints as the man spoke. "They know where he is! They've…they've known all along."
Even after Quatre had worked the restraints free he noticed Trowa doing the same to Mother Helen out of his peripheral. He saw Father Maxwell hang his head down and returned his focus to him leaving Trowa and Sister Helen to handle the other children. He could tell that Trowa was listening even though he was working to untie the children whom Sister Helen was trying to calm down.
"We were fools," Father Maxwell was saying looking up at him. "We were complete fools. If we had never begged him to tell us where he stayed…." He looked at Quatre and the young blond didn't think it was possible for a person to look so desperate. Had 02 been back to the church without them knowing? If so, how had he done it? "Please, save him before they get to him."
"We will," Quatre said no doubt already figuring out who it was he was talking about. "Where is he now?"
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Time: 15:30 hours
Heero pulled up the coordinates on his laptop, he and Wufei both looking over the map and picking out their routes quickly before Heero shut the machine down. He headed to the door, only stopping long enough to grab his jean jacket and his motorcycle helmet before he kept going. Wufei did the same, though the jacket he grabbed was a leather one. For the past week and a half that they stayed here, they hadn't used the motorcycles at all.
After all, a group trying to pass themselves off as poor college students shouldn't have the funds to pay for a brand new motorcycle, especially four of them. No, they'd only use them for when the mission was over, and in case of an emergency, like now.
It wasn't long before he found himself flying through the streets swiftly but cautiously. They split up about halfway there, Wufei taking one route while Heero took another. They wanted to avoid OZ finding them if they could. Besides, moving separately would draw less attention to them. Heero didn't take his bike all the way to the building, instead stopping about two blocks away to walk. He wanted to look as casual as possible, even placing a pair of headphones on bopping his head slightly to the nonexistent music. He watched his surroundings with a casual eye opposed to the attentive stare he knew his enemies would be watchful for. He saw Wufei up ahead, kicking down the kickstand on his motorcycle and heading into the coffee shop across from the apartment complex.
Heero didn't even bat an eye at him, making for the apartment as if he had a room there. On the outside, it wasn't the most impressive apartment building nor was it torn down enough to become inhabitable. In fact, for the part of town it was in, it looked fairly decent.
Heero hadn't seen anyone suspicious yet which could be a good sign or a bad sign. Good because it meant no one had shown up to take Duo away yet. But bad because it could mean they'd already done just that and were completely out of reach of the Preventer agents. Either way, he didn't see any suspicious cars or mini vans sitting around or anyone that screamed "OZ" to him.
He'd been so focused on what lay ahead of him, in fact, that he didn't expect to feel someone grab his hand and pull him into the nearby alley. Instinct kicked in as he yanked his hand away and spin with a kick to the air. He didn't expect his leg to be caught midair and looked up seeing a pair of violet eyes right in front of him.
"You…why are you…?"
"Surprised to see me?" Subject 02 said as he grinned at him letting him lower his leg back down to the ground. He could still feel the firm grip on the muscle of his legs. How could such a skinny person be so strong? "You're more muscular than I thought." Duo smirked and flexed his fingers staring at him.
Heero didn't know why his cheeks heated up at that moment but he narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "What are you doing here?"
"As opposed to being in the apartment building?" He grinned at that. "Let's just say I have a little…intuition. And by the way, this isn't the real apartment if you're wondering."
He's been watching us?
No, it was more like he'd been watching the church. He must have seen the exchange that happened or at least knew about it. Cameras? Heero hadn't noticed anything unless he'd missed something which he felt was impossible for him.
"Then you know about Maxwell Church then."
"Yeah, I know about that too," 02 interrupted still looking at him with the most vibrant violet eyes he'd ever seen. Heero was trapped in them even though he wanted to turn away. But then Duo looked away first of his own violation. "I sort of…set that up myself."
"…They're important people to you aren't they? Why would you-"
"I trusted you to be able to save them. That's all." It seemed like there was more to his words, but he'd already turned walking further into the dark alley. He picked up a small laptop case that had somehow gone unnoticed by the Preventer officer.
Heero also hadn't noticed, thanks to not being adjusted to the darkness of the alley at the time, the clothes 02 wore or how his braid was now split into two ponytails. Even though he wore a pair of jeans, the shirt he wore was obviously of a more feminine taste. He wore a jacket as well that served to cover up the more masculine shoulders and the lack of female breast. The way he walked was graceful, natural. How often had he dressed like this? He could really give Quatre some pointers.
02 slid a pair of shades over his eyes and the disguise was complete in every breathtaking way. Even though Heero told himself he could care less, the guy could have been a model if he wanted to. Was it even legal for a guy to be able to look that good?
"Pretend to be my boyfriend," 02 said as casual as breathing air and didn't give Heero the chance to respond as he looped his arm around Heero's tugging him from the alley and out into the light of day. Already out in the open now, it would have been hard to protest. Instead, he gave a brief command for Wufei to return to their hideout and only a quick, "I'll explain later," when the other tried to protest.
Heero sighed as he walked alongside Duo who talked about absolutely nothing of importance. He glanced at him often though, staring at the chubby cheeks and on up to the shade covered eyes that gave nothing away about their color thankfully. He seemed just like a normal, talkative teenage girl. There really didn't seem to be anything special about him otherwise aside for quick wit and sufficient speed. What did OZ want with such an average person?
Heero didn't lead them directly to the bike, instead taking a roundabout route to determine if they were being followed. He even stopped at a few stores to pretend to window shop. Duo was a lot of help in this aspect, getting excited over little things, especially the mouthwatering smell of the cookie shop that Heero had to drag him away from. All in all they arrived in safety at his deposited motorbike.
"Get on," Heero said tossing the helmet to Duo. He didn't wait to see what Duo did as he got onto the bike himself. He was still busy mulling over the mystery that was Duo Maxwell. He was almost certain that wasn't his real name.
"Don't you have an extra helmet?" Duo asked him as he slid onto the bike behind him. Heero looked over his shoulder at him and it was kind of comical how the long ponytails stuck out from the helmet.
"That's the only one I have," Heero responded. He frowned when he saw 02 starting to unhook the helmet to take it off. "Leave it on."
"What?" Duo paused in the middle of taking it off. He sounded a bit startled but that served to amuse Heero just a smudge. Maybe not as much as seeing Quatre's discomfort in wearing drag but it was close enough.
"I said leave it on," he repeated and didn't turn around until he saw the other lower his hands.
"You do realize I don't need to wear this," Duo said leaning over to whisper into his ear. Heero felt the involuntary shiver run through his body at the heat of the other's chest pressed into his back. He also was able to official confirm that yes, Duo was a male. His mind ignored the unusual feel of another human's touch however and instead focused on what Duo said.
The words, "guns don't hurt me," came back to him as he thought about the time back at Maxwell church where he'd pointed the gun at Duo. He didn't know anything about 02, of whether he was a threat to them or a needed source of information. All he knew was that he needed to protect the man until they could get him back to Preventers Headquarter safely.
As the engine to the sleek black motorcycle roared to life, he felt arms going around his waist holding on to him. He had to force his body not to stiffen up as he kicked the kickstand up and revved on the handle starting on a steady return to their temporary hideaway.
TBC….
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I've literally been having fun with this story lately. It's gotten pretty fun and keeps throwing me off track on finishing this other story.