June 2000
Category: Adventure, Angst, Romance.
Setting: About 2 years after the events of AC 195
Pairings: 3+4(Established), 1+2(Getting there)... Wufei is here as well.
No archiving yet please.
Disclaimer: No money is being made off this, just a little bit of fun in
someone else sandbox. I'll leave the toys unbroken.
Okay, here is the resolution of the Duo/Heero cliff hanger. I hope that I do them justice. As always... I beg, crave and now find myself living on feedback... new diet craze! :D
Duo felt an erie silence settle into his ears, leaving just the sound of his own heartbeat rushing blood and adrenaline through his body, then suddenly his decent was abruptly halted. As his body jerked hard to a stop sound seemed to crash back in on him, filling his ears with a cacophony of noise. Alarms were blaring all through the engine room, men were shouting beneath them, the far away sounds of hand guns and the closer pings as bullets careened off the ruined scaffold.
Panting hard Duo instinctively looked down between his feet. He had been a Gundam Pilot. Used to sitting hundreds of feet in the air. But for some reason the sight of the ground so far away beneath his feet made his stomach lurch.
"Don't look down." Came a calm, cool voice.
Heero hung off the edge of the broken scaffold. His booted feet entangled in the twisted support beams. His good hand held onto another support beam while with his wounded arm he held Duo. Blood dripped down along Heero's arm, staining Duo's black shirt but the grip of the Japanese boy never wavered. His fingers were twisted in the back of Duo's shirt, holding it in such a way that he didn't risk the fabric shredding or Duo accidentally wriggling out of it.
Duo's head snapped up, and instead of looking down, he looked up. Instead of falling down, he fell up. Straight into Heero's dark blue eyes. The expression in those blue eyes never changed. Burning within their depths was the same single minded determination that always drove Heero but instead of being focused on destroying his enemy the "Perfect Solider" was focused on saving the life of the person who meant the most to him. In that moment, suspended in mid air, Duo never felt more important to anyone or more cherished by anyone. The exertion being placed on Heero's bad arm caused more blood to run freely. Duo could tell that the would must be causing Heero excruciating pain, yet Heero's hold never shifted. It was as if Heero could hold him there forever.
The two boys hung there for what seemed an eternity. Bullets whizzed and pinged past them, yet neither flinched nor took their gaze from the other. Their relationship had been forged in warfare and the dangers faced did not faze, when faced together. Duo nodded a little to Heero, smiling. Heero's eyes brightened a touch and he returned a small smile.
"There's a bit of scaffold about 2 feet to your left. If I swing you that way, can you reach it?"
A part of Duo wanted to be concerned about the strain such an action would place on Heero's arm but he knew that there was no way Heero could reel both their weights back up to safety. Nodding carefully so as not to make himself sway too much Duo answered. "Yes."
Heero returned the nod and only then did he break eye contact with Duo. Using his good arm and his whole body as a fulcrum, Heero began to swing Duo towards the loose bit's of scaffold. Duo moved quickly, twisting about and leaping out of Heero's hold to grab onto the broken scaffold and then yanking him back up to safety. Keeping low to minimize his exposure to the flying bullets, Duo looked around to see Heero yank himself up to safety.
" I feel the need to show these clowns what marksmanship is. I mean really.. shhheessh... they can't hit the broad side of a barn. " Duo enthused as he drew his weapon and clicked the safety off.
Heero snorted, affectionately, stuffing a bit of his earlier victim's shirt against his bleeding shoulder. "Baka."
"Hey, that's Baka: God of Destruction to you." Duo returned with a wink.
Heero quirked a brow at Duo, to which Duo let out a merry peal of laughter. The two boys then nodded at each other in perfect understanding and began to work their way down opposite sides of the scaffold. Coming at their enemies in a classic pincer maneuver.
End Part 6
Laekin
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