July 21, 2000
Rating: Adult...ish.
Pairings: Established 3+4 but... can't everybody have a little fun...? Sure they can... (now if I can only figure out how...)
Warnings: **Sexually** charged. **Yaoi** expressed. Sappy in some areas (blame it on the romantic). ***Angst*** in other areas. Incoherence and random POV switching throughout. Annoying cliff-hangers... and, finally... LEMON! Someone grab the juicers, we're making lemonade! This part is HIGHLY CITRIC with a twisted sense of humor. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belong to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non-profit entertainment purposes.
Thank You's: Thanks to everyone who's been encouraging this little project along. I've been getting an overwhelming response. It's great to know you guys are enjoying the read!
Notes: Heero's out on a mission that wasn't even assigned to him. Duo and the other's found out about it. Duo's... experiencing mood swings--leaving him, and Wufei, alone, in his room. <<cue innocent voice>> Gee. I wonder what's going to happen next.
Duo laid curled up in the bed, his long, unbound hair spread out around him like a halo. The pale moonlight fell upon his face, lighting it in a soft glow.
~ Devil in the pale moonlight ~
Large, dark eyes blinked open and stared up at him. Lips curved in a warm, inviting smile. The devil reached out his hand to him.
~ Danced with the devil ~
His hand slid into that awaiting one and he felt a small tug. He went willingly, falling onto the bed. Dark hair spilled around him as violet eyes stared down.
~ Dance with the devil in the pale moonlight ~
'I'm waiting,' a voice whispered in his ear. 'Don't be late!'
Blue eyes snapped open, alert, scanning his surroundings. One room. One door. One window. High. Observation window. Two attendants. One guard. Medical equipment. Monitor equipment.
He studied himself. Heartbeat--still slow and steady enough not to attract notice. Temperature... still low, good. Damage? Shoulder wound--bandaged. Well at least he wouldn't have to worry about infection right away. Head? Mildly sore. No concussion, though. That was good. Everything else seemed to be in working order. And he was clothed. That definitely was a plus.
Present situation? He was physically restrained to a table/bed. His legs were secured by the ankles. His arms, by the wrists. Fatal flaw: whoever had bounded him, had left his one arm free, placing it instead, in a splint. Did they think a minor shoulder wound and a few bindings were enough to stop him for escaping?
Mission? Get back home--preferable in one piece.
'Ninmu Kanryou,' he thought, closing his eyes and relaxing. Waiting for his chance.
"How is our...guest?" Commander Valdeon asked as he enter the observation room.
"Sir, still unconscious, sir," a young officer replied, saluting.
"At ease," Valdeon replied nonchalantly, looking over the reports one of his assistants handed him. "Any change in heartbeat or temperature?"
"Nothing more than a few marks in either direction, sir."
"A few?" he questioned, turning his hard grey gaze onto the young man.
"Yes sir," the boy rushed. "Three marks up, two marks down."
"Hmmmm... Have a sedative administered immediately," he told one of his attendants.
"Do you think that's wise?"
"Of course," he replied, not turning to look at the owner of that husky voice.
"He's just a boy, Val."
Valdeon did turn now, fixing the other person with a steel gaze. "Need I remind you, Jacqueline, that that *boy* is a Gundam pilot? A terrorist? The enemy to both the Earth and the Colonies? One of the most--if not *the* most--deadliest people to walk the face of this planet?"
The dark-haired woman smiled, throwing her hair back over one shoulder. "Of course not. I am quite aware of 01's resume."
"Then don't question my motives," Valdeon snapped, flanking back towards the window. "If that boy regains consciousness, he could easily destroy this base and everyone here in less then ten minutes." He stared down into the room below, staring at the boy bound to the table. "That is an outcome I am not prepared to face."
"Then I suggest you prepare yourself quickly," Jacqueline said, coming up beside him, "Because I believe our--'guest' as you put it--is awake."
The door opened. One of the attendants left. The door closed. He was left alone with one woman--a med attendant-- and one man--the guard. Three limbs were bound--but his one arm was still free. He tested the bindings. They held.
The guard wasn't paying attention--was talking with the woman. That would be his mistake.
Heero tugged at the restraint on his one arm again. It held--but it was lose enough that if his just.... He felt the bone slip out of place in his hand and he tugged at the restraint once more. He hand slide free.
Good. Two hands. Now if he could just---
A scuffling of feet from outside. The door was thrown open, shocking the man and woman.
"Hold it right there, 01," a voice he vaguely recognized from before said. "I'm afraid I can't let you leave just yet."
Blue eyes looked up.
A man--tall, perhaps 5'8", 5'9"--stood, staring him down, a pistol aimed--not at his chest or head, but at his other arm. Dark russet hair was pushed away from his face, leaving grey eyes uninhimbered to stare down his opponent. The look on his face said he had no qualms about pull the trigger---and that he had no intention of killing him...at least, not yet.
Heero looked at that man. And then at the figure that pulled up beside him. A woman, long dark hair, large dark eyes. She smiled at him--it wasn't a nice smile... it was more of a pleased smile... the cat who had caught the mouse, as the expression goes.
Heero forced his tense muscles to relax, and he reclined back onto the bed/table, staring up at the ceiling.
"Very good," the man said. "I'm glad we can cooperate. Now, if you don't mind, we're not prepared for your participation yet, so please do go back to sleep."
He felt the pinch of a needle sliding into his arm. He didn't fight it. He felt the drug try to enter his system. Again, he didn't fight it. He closed his eyes and feigned cooperation.
They weren't going to kill him... they wanted him alive for some reason. He didn't know what, and he didn't plan on cooperating... but for right now, he would continue to bid his time.
End of Part Fifteen: Daylight
Andrea Readwolf
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