Standard disclaimers apply: Direct translation? I own nothing, except my insanity. I wanna keep that. ^_~
Warnings: Everything imaginable... There can't pick at me now can ya? *Smirks* Flames will be used to heat up my poor freezing bedroom.
Suing is absolutely pointless unless you really *really* want my annoying bird *grins*
Thoughts are indicated by / . . . / (Ahh the joys of messing with minds...)
Quick explanations: In part one something has happened to Duo, pay close attention to physical descriptions. Still confusing? Keep reading! ^_^;;
Quatre paused in thought as a rather loud thud sounded from somewhere outside the bathroom door. The thud, directly accompanied by more swearing-- for Quatre this was *not* in the least bit surprising. Bad guy's always had the foulest mouths, but the truly dangerous men were the ones who didn't bring attention to them selves.
"Figures", Quatre grumbled to himself before slowly turning to the doorknob. Either guest number one was now dead or soon *to be dead. * /Great. / Quatre thought. Just what he wanted to deal with first thing in the morning.
To normal people the most grueling part of morning was the task of deciding what to eat for breakfast, but no not for un-normal Quatre!!!! No. Quatre got the pleasure of dealing with dead bodies first thing in the morning.!
Well if it wasn't too bloody Quatre knew that he'd at least be able to eat lunch. Breakfast was now out of the question. Quatre could never eat right after he'd had blood on his hands. It just upset his stomach too much. But Quatre was sure he could handle lunch, providing it was a late lunch and god not something red!
Quatre grimaced in anticipation. His eyes, catching first the stream of unusual black hair, then meticulously roaming their way to each and every weapon hidden beneath the large clothing, and finally ending upon a face that was all too pale.
The slight rise and fall of the man's chest assured Quatre that the man was not dead.
Not dead. No blood. Quatre grinned.
This morning was defiantly looking up. Demo, now just where had guest numero deux gone?
/ Oh well / Quatre sighed to himself at least he had one person to pick on. Quatre's brows drew together at least he hoped he would have a captive. If this man died he'd be back where he'd started.
Groaning to himself because now he'd have to fetch Trowa to help him move the body, Quatre started for the door . . .
However, before he even made it two steps-- the door opened. Revealing a very angry looking Trowa with an angry looking Heero in tow. / Oh Wonder / Heero looked pissed enough.
/ You'd think the bastard would be happy. / Quatre was bringing Duo back. But damn if Heero didn't look like he could spit nails.
Trowa's brow arched as he took in the sight of a man spread out upon the carpet, obviously having been hit by something. Hard, judging by the groans coming from the now pitiful mass.
/ Yep. Pissed as hell . . ./ Quatre decided.
"I didn't do it!" Quatre blurted, absently drawing some warmth back into Heero's icy gaze.
"Hell you couldn't have done it if you'd tried." This was coming from the miserable heap on the floor. Who had somehow managed to sit up, and was now rubbing at it's throbbing head.
Quatre glared at it before turning his attention back to the two sinister looking ex-pilots. Seeing as how his captive was now capable of speech-- Quatre felt that he could begin the task of warming the guys to the idea of going after Duo.
Quatre timidly grinned at the two standing in front of him. A lock of blond hair gently wisping across the midnight blue of his eyes giving him the perfect "innocence" look. Quatre almost giggled, this would be too easy.
Searing, white light viciously poured though Duo's unseeing eyes.
When Duo finally regained some semblance of conscious he felt like shit. No, he felt like more than shit. He felt like fucking shit. And this was the good shit. Not just any, cause this shit could fuck!
Duo grimaced, stifling a groan as a wave of nausea swept up and attacked. He hadn't the faintest as to where this headache-from-hell had come from . . . .As a matter of fact he hadn't the faintest as to anything. Which was simply wonderful.
Thinking was impossible. Knowing only the biting pain, Duo attempted to gain something, anything. Some footing as to just what the fuck was going on . . . Trying to remember just upset his stomach more and trying to plan did just the same.
/ Damned if ya do damned if ya don't/ Duo thought to himself while biting down upon another wave of sickness.
/ Well fuck / Duo stifled a whimper. His shallow breaths weren't helping any either. And every time Duo thought the pain to be subsiding, another wave would crash down leaving him with nothing save scattered thoughts and an ever-deepening fear. Fear of what? He didn't Quite. Know.
Duo had yet to open his eyes, knowing full well what would happen if and when he did. . .
Niccy Martino~ This one had never been known for her patience . . . just about the only thing that she was known for however, was her skill with weapons schematics. If you wanted it, she could not only build it but make it better. The only thing scarier then her knowing how to build this shit was the fact that she also knew how to use it with a precision that most surgeons would never achieve.
"PICK UP!!! God damnit! Jarod where the hell ARE you?!" Niccy gritted out while turning briefly to glance at the red T-Bird parked across the street . . .. Her newest (borrowed) car. Niccy didn't really know what it was about the color red . . . but she had always favored it.
"FUCK!"
Niccy slammed the pay phone down on the receiver. Her new companion was beginning to look worse. Niccy bit her lip glaring at him. Maybe it was just the distance that made him look so pale? Out of the corner of her eye Niccy noticed the two men artfully making their merry way toward her car, and it's occupant.
// Great! Just FUCKING great!!! // "Now where the hell am I supposed to go?" Niccy mumbled to herself while casually sauntering across the street, long honey blonde hair whipping about her face
The sun beat down like the fires of hell, casting an almost red glow on everything. Or maybe it was just the fact that now, her contact had gone missing, and now she was being followed. How the bloody hell did that happen? Niccy had even been careful with this one. Whatever the hell it was that this Heero kid was into Niccy wanted no part of. Well maybe a small one, but that was only because smuggling had become rather tedious, and maybe she would get to kill something.
After letting out a muffled curse at grabbing the searing handle of the door Niccy glanced up once again. She carefully began scanning the crowd for any signs of the two men. They were gone. Niccy closed her eyes while gritting her teeth. She could do this one favor for Jarod. But if he wasn't at his hotel there would be hell to pay!
Niccy slid into the seat next to her passenger. He was indeed a pretty thing. She couldn't exactly call him little, herself being only five two but he was indeed very nice on the eyes. His long, shining hair streaming down across a bloodstained, powder blue t. There was just so much, she'd pulled the chestnut mass back into a light tail but even tangled, the fine stands refused to obey. Gazing upon her unconscious passenger Niccy couldn't help but feel for the man. She didn't know what had happened to him in that house but the moment she'd noticed the smoke she knew . . . / Da shit was hitting the fan. /
Putting the car into drive and pulling out unto the pavement Niccy spared one more glance at her new partner before making her decision final. If she was also being followed then they had no choice. They would simply have to skip town. Sadly, however, this John Doe wasn't looking any better than from when she'd pulled him from the raging plumes of smoke. He had been able to walk most of the way but once they reached the car he was out.
She'd known not to sit around, waiting to find out what that deranged woman was doing to this Duo. Niccy didn't even know if that was his name. Demo. . . it would have to do for now. They were leaving town and with where she had planed it would be quite sometime before she could give him any kind of medical care. From what she'd been able to tell he hadn't really been physically harmed that much.
Which was odd considering the fact that he was still unconscious. And yet these symptoms seemed somehow familiar. She didn't know why but they scared the ever-loving shit out of her. The key must lay with the woman. Shivering, even in the sweltering heat Niccy put on her sunglasses and tried not to think about it.
That feathers soft touch gently brushing past his temples again. Locked deeply within the daze of sleep, Duo scrunched his eyes. The tickling upon his nose was growing in intensity too. Duo moaned, absently turning his head.
He could hear the faint sound of an engine it's steady lull practically dragging him back to sleep. Duo could feel a warm breeze upon his face, thin wisps of hair stirring comfortably against skin. Distantly, he could smell fresh cut grass, and the delicate sent of flowers. The warmth of the sun bathing him in it's sweet ecstasy.
A faint memory hands brushing across his face. Fingertips spreading down his nose and cheeks, pausing lightly at his lips. A thumb brushing against his lower lip. It had been a touch of uncertainty, and yet it's indecision tainted by the completeness of love. Just as quickly as it had come upon him a shuddering breath shattered it. And then . . . Duo opened his eyes.
Their lavender standing out ornately against long, black lashes. The shadow of his face giving his eyes an almost pale quality. Duo blinked as the sun poured itself into those orbs. A welcome pain against the midnight he'd been living in. He was still too weak to think. Joyful that the torment had ceased Duo found himself absently staring up at the sky. It's perfect blue marred only by the gathering storm. The scent of rain was on the air.
Duo blinked again as the car began slowing. Dazedly he turned his head to see the driver. / A pretty girl / Demo, Duo didn't remember her from anywhere . . . Beyond her all he could see were trees. He'd noticed them watching the sky, but now he. . Duo stopped thinking as a small drop of cool rain found his cheek. Closing his eyes to savor the feel of it Duo absently groaned inadvertently drawing the attention of the driver
Niccy turned upon hearing the almost muffled sob surfacing from the other side of the car. Stunned violet eyes cautiously blinked up at her. She smiled.
"You're awake."
"Yes." barely a whisper from Duo's parched lips. Duo attempted to lift his head the biting pain of a headache felt like a thousand little knives stabbing into his skull. Giving up on the effort of movement for now, Duo attempted to get his bearings.
"Where?" Duo's voice broke the dryness of his throat biting at his insides. His entire body felt so utterly weak. He tried to hide the brief flash of pain and something darker from surfacing to his eyes, but he was so weak. Niccy had caught it.
She was caught off guard and completely baffled as to this mans fear. / Why on earth? She wasn't even intimidating no visible weapons. She was smaller than he was. But by the way he had been carrying himself? Just a scant few days ago she had been almost *sure* that he'd had at least *some* kind of training. This was unusual . . ..
Niccy turned prepared to give comfort but she was too late. Duo was already asleep again. Exhaustion winning out over pale curiosity.
She guessed that it didn't really matter anyway. At least he was somewhat awake now. They would be there soon. If anyone could take care of this man while Niccy discerned just what the hell was going on! ~ It would be Sasha.
They were once again in the van. Only this time they had a prisoner. A short, black haired, green eyed prisoner. One who was absolutely no good at playing captive.
"LET ME THE FUCK GOOO!!!"
"OHH GODDAMNIT! THAT HURT!"
"Well maybe if you'd quite struggling!"
"I'm NOT!!!! He's poking me!"
Wufei quietly moaned attempting to bury him self in the little plaid colored blanket for the next eternity or so. . It wasn't even that they were somewhat out of practice, more the fact that they'd never had to take any one alive before. After Duo, they had all sort of scattered.. God only knew why Relena had called them together now, And it hadn't even been Relena doing the calling~ That's what pissed Wufei off the most.
No-- it had been some of her damned underling scientists! Wufei quite frankly didn't care for scientists very much anymore . . .. But they had all kept silence while working with the agency. Wufei ignored the scientists, they ignored him . . .it was a rather nice relationship.
Once again the pilots had found themselves doing the dirty work, neck deep in mad scientists, tons of weird shit, dangerous people, kick ass weapons, and he still hadn't even blown anything up yet. Hell, the last of the wars hadn't been over more than a year before the pilots had all been sucked back into the mess of "Defending the Greater Good" Yeah right! Not long ago, last Thursday in fact, Wufei had come upon the conclusion that the only real problem he had with defending the greater good was that most of the time, none of them were ever good, and as far as the greater part went well, Wufei simply didn't feel like getting into that. .
None of them had been able to stay out of trouble for long, even Quatre had run up against problems. Wufei had always known that they were just to good at playing secret agent to give it all up. He'd fought long and hard with himself over it but no matter how he looked at it . . . . .they would never have a normal life. The only strange thing about this new idea was that Wufei found himself as the only one that had just reached this conclusion. The others had known all along.
Comfortably squished down in his little corner of the front passenger door seat Wufei was beginning to find just how miserable that un-normal life could be. Not that he was complaining.
His head hurt, his stomach hurt, he was nauseated, weak, and to top everything off!!!! They were whining back there! Wufei pulled the blanket tighter, trying to cover his tears of frustration. He was exhausted, and all everyone else could do was fight over how to properly torture the new prisoner.
At the last yelp Wufei turned on them. Gun in hand, obsidian eyes narrowed . . .. Nobody had really expected this of him and Wufei was quite proud at catching them all off guard. "Now shut up!!! All of you!"
Wufei's eyesight wavered a little "O. K." Wufei managed to puff out, but he could tell by the frown in Trowa's eyes that he was badly losing the effect. Just because he was breathing hard and couldn't see straight didn't mean he wasn't dangerous. Just . . . somewhat less lethal!!
"Who said Wufei could play with guns?" This coming from Quatre who sat calmly perched to the prisoner's right, a look of shear boredom dancing around his upturned lips. Wufei glared at him.
"Either sedate the bastard or kill him. He's too noisy."
The prisoners jaw dropped. "You people are INSANE!"
"Damn straight." This, unexpectedly, coming from Heero, the driver.
Wufei calmly began to take aim.
Trowa, sensing that the prisoner was about to die decided that maybe he should intervene. Although he was quite pale, Trowa knew that Wufei would do it "simply because he wasn't feeling very well" and would not regret it. That and the fact that Quatre had slipped a little something into Wufei's tea to help him sleep only furthered Trowa's resolve to get the gun. One could only guess at what Quatre had been messing around in this week.
In his present condition Wufei might miss, and Trowa really wasn't in the mood to have anymore bullets in him.
"You know he's right . . ." Trowa calmly began, glancing briefly over at Quatre's annoyed glare. And then proceeding to glare at the prisoner who was stupid enough to ask why.
"Because the prisoner shouldn't know where we are going."
"But we don't even-" Quatre stopped mid-sentence absently biting at his already bruised lower lip until his eyes began to sparkle.
"Hey Yeah!!! Let's Drug-the-prisoner!"
At Quatre's obvious enthusiasm at the mention of drugging someone Wufei groaned. Quite literally throwing himself back down into his seat Wufei pulled the blanket up over his head, tucking his knees up under as well. All the while, mumbling quietly to himself. About how he didn't want to wake up until they were safely back in Kansas, Toto wasn't so drug happy, and wonderland quite spinning.
End Part 9
Krystal
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