June 20, 2000
Pairings: Established 3+4 but-- can't everybody have a little fun...? Sure they can... (now if I can only figure out how...)
Warnings: Yaoi themes. Sappy in some areas (blame it on the romantic). Angst in other areas. Incoherence and random POV switching throughout. Wet G-boys (gotta luv that!). Hmmm... and... and... is that a lemon fresh scent I smell? Hmm... strange... I can't imagine why...::coughs::
Feedback: C&C is always welcomed.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belong to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non-profit entertainment purposes.
Notes: Originally, this was planned to be a one-shot...however, this story has never gone the way it was planned. Hence I am currently working on part 8.
Recap: The boys are on downtime. A mission came in. Heero accepted and left. Duo was not happy. Wufei comforted him. They washed and brushed each other's hair, and then fell asleep...together. Now it's time to check in on Heero.
Even the length from the small table to the window was not enough to hide the insistent red blinking. Turning away from the homey scene below--ignoring the pang that pulled at his chest--he crossed the room and--with a stroke of a key--brought up the incoming message.
Hard, cobalt blue eyes scanned the message. Once. Twice. Thrice. And then typed the reply:
MISSION ACCEPTED.
Callused fingers reached out and brushed the screen.
"Duo..."
"Hah? What was that, Taylor? 'Duo'? Hmmm..." The natty Division Captain wiped a greasy hand against the back of his pant legs. "Yea, you're right, kid. Two heads are better than one. They didn't send ya us for nothin'!"
The sweat and grim had long ago worn itself into the permanent covering of the Captain's body. His hair might once have been a goldish color. Might have. Now it was a raunchy, muddy brown. His brown eyes held a weary look that said he'd rather be any place then here.
Heero didn't blame him any.
"Chavez! Torres! Get over here!" the man called over his shoulder before turning back to Heero. Two men--maybe in their early twenties rushed into the tiny circle of light the small fire provided. "Taylor, here made a good point. If we send two teams of two into Ranguana Cay* then we have twice the chance of smuggling into Big Creek."
"Sure," one of them--Chavez--said, nodding. "Red and I can take the north point of the Cay. Torres the south."
"Si, amigo, but who will back me up, heh?" the beady-eyed Torres questioned.
"Take Taylor," the captain replied, nodding towards Heero. "He seems to have a good head on his shoulders."
"Heh, we shall see," Torres grunted--but Heero noticed the look the other man sent roaming over his body.
"Good, then it's settled," the captain was saying. "You'll leave an hour after sun down. Dismissed."
Heero nodded and walked away--but not too far away.
"Captain, are you sure he can be trusted?" Chavez was saying.
"No, but right now we ain't in the position to ignore a helping hand," the captain replied. "We've got to take out that supply warehouse before OZ or Romafeller can make use of it.
He took a minute to download any information that might be useful, printing it out so he could read and review it during commute. He was packed and ready to go in less than five minutes.
Well... almost.
He leaned against the doorframe, looking in, watching the boy inside, his bag at his feet. He identified the form...and smiled, walking in and falling into sequence with the Chinese pilot.
"There is a mission?" Wufei asked--not breaking stride as his arms swooped around, hooked, returned, his leg kicked out, and his pushed the air before him.
"Hn."
Brush the wind left... brush the wind right... strike... spread block... energy ball... block, strike...
"Where to?"
... return... kick... push the air... brush the wind right... block left...
"Caribbean."
... strike... spread block... energy ball... block, strike...return...kick... push the air... settle.
Wufei turned to Heero, onyx eyes searching for what wasn't said.
"Who's?" he asked finally.
"It doesn't matter."
"Like Hell! it doesn't!" Wufei shot back. Stare. As good as he got. Finally, he nodded, knowing the answer without the Japanese pilot's words.
"He will not be happy," Wufei continued, reaching for his towel.
"That doesn't matter."
The Chinese pilot snorted. "Yea, and Romafeller's going to rule the world," he replied under his breath.
"I should return in four days," Heero said... somewhat hesitant.
Wufei turned and studied his partner. Waiting.
"I...want them...to enjoy their vacation," Heero said after another moment.
Wufei weighed his words carefully. "They will not be happy when they realize you've been taking on their missions."
Heero said nothing. Just stared at the Chinese boy.
"But I will not be the one to tell them," he continued.
Heero nodded his head... and then turned on his heel.
"In your own way, this is how you show you care," Wufei said to the empty room. "Perhaps this is this only way you know--to protect your friends." He sighed, throwing the towel into a corner of the room. "But you dishonor their trust in you, Heero. You should have more faith in your fellow pilots..."
'I do...' Heero replied silently from his spot outside the door--out of Wufei's sight. 'I just want you to be safe...'
End of Part Four: Mission in Progress
*Additional Notes: Ranguana Cay and Big Creek are actual locations in the Caribbean. Ranguana Cay is a tiny island in the Gulf of Honduras. Big Creek is a... city/town in the country of Belize (a tiny country that borders Mexico, Guatemala, and the Gulf of Mexico).
Andrea Readwolf
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