MoD: Ok, I know I shouldn't write this until I finish my other one. It popped into my head, blame my evil-won't tell me her name-muse. It wouldn't go away, and it tormented me all through school. So here is my chapter 1 or prologue or something. So here you go....Oh yea, self insertion. Sorry couldn't resist.
Disclaimers: Not mine, don't sue!
**Denotes thinking**
<Duo POV>
**It was supposed to be a typical mission. Get in, take data, get out, then blow the whole thing to hell with the others. But was this mission typical, nah. Let's just say it all started out while I was wandering around through the ventilation shafts in an OZ base...**
~~Flashback~~
It was dark, damp, and musty. Duo sneezed again as he crawled through the ventilation shaft in the OZ base. "This sucks, I wish I could just find that stupid computer room so I can just set up that damned motem and get the hell outta here. I will seek revenge on this damned OZ base for...for..achoo! Damn, this base is going to HELL!" he grumbled. He was never going to be able to get his close clean again, there was dirt embedded in them so far that not even a jackhammer could ever get it all out. He sighed again, but quickly regreted it as it brough along another round of sneezing. He reaffirmed his death threat to the base and continued crawling. The shaft he was in led straight to a vertical drop, which meant he was not where he was suppose to be. "God Damnit straight to hell!" he growled as he turned around and stared to crawl back, he was about to go 'zero system' when his intercom chirped, What?" he barked. He was sick of this damned mission and all he wanted to do was get out of there and blow this place to pieces.
"New mission objective," Heero's cool and calm voice echoed through the intercom.
"There seems to be a pilot that was on their way here to start training. But OZ caught on and intercepted him, your new mission is to rescue the pilot then get out of there so we can destroy it." the voice stopped talking and Duo sughed in frustration.
"Great, first finding a stupid computer terminal, then off to play knight in shining armor to a stupid newbie who managed to get himself caught. Just great." **I swear I am going to scream** he seethed.
"Duo, get the mission done and I promise you can destroy the whole base yourself. The rest of us will jus run interference." Quatre's soft voice filtered through the com link. An evil cackle was what the other end heard in response. The four boys on the other end looked at each other and sighed together, maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
<45 minutes later>
**This must be it, this is the last room. And if not, screw the damn pilot and...** his thought trailed off as he saw the person lying on the table. It was a female, a nude female. **No way, it's a girl??** he thought as he stopped to think about things before he dashed in. **But..It must be her. I mean there is no one else who is a prisoner, but, it's a girl** as hard as he tried he could not stop thinking that it must be someone else. **who says it a Gundam pilot can't be a girl. But..but..but, well damn. I guess I better go help him, er her.** he sighed very softly as he postioned himself to go and rescue the unconscience, **naked remember she's naked** girl.
It was a short battle, there were only two officers outside and one doctor inside. He covered the 'girl' in his shirt and hoisted her in his arms. **Can't have the others seeing 'everything'** he thought wickedly. He knew his body was responding to the though of this naked, beautiiful, girl who lay nestled in his arms. No matter the fact she could and probably would castrate him if he tried anything.
"Well hell, little one. What are we going to do." he asked the figure in his arms, but jumped slightly as she moaned. **Huh?** he thought, **She doesn't seem to be hurt, but maybe I better check to be sure** he laid her back on th bed and began to examine her (A.N. and he was a perfest gentleman so quiet those evil hentai thoughts. I can hear them way over here). He was awefully surprised, you couldn't tell by just looking at her but wneh examined it became aparent that she had about 3 broken ribs, a disclocated left elbow, and a broken right ankle. **Hmm, reminds me of Heero. Can't tell he's hurt until he tells you or passes out. Interesting...**
"Oops, gotta go. Time to blow this place to kingdom come." his smirk returned as he thought of all the fun he was going to have. And then.. she groaned. **Shit. I forgot about her. I can't leave her here, but she can't be with me when I blow this place up, not in this condition. And I was really looking foreward to this. Damnit.**
"Guys, change of plans." he called his teammates who were now stationed outside and waiting for Duo's a-ok.
"The pilot's hurt. I'm taking the pilot back to the safehouse, you guys take care of this place. And do me a favor, make sure there is nothing left bigger then the size of a dust particle. I hate this place!!!" he signed off and headed out to where he had hid Deathscyth.
"Ok, now how in Shini's name am I going to get her up there?" he pondered, as he set her softly on the dew-ridden grass. He sat there next to her, and gently stroked her hair as he debated his options. "Well, I guess that's about as good as I can do." he stood up and brushed off his pants and shimmied up Deathscythe's arm and into the cockpit. Once inside he turrned the systems on and kneeld down putting the giant hand on the ground near her prone body. He slid down the arm of his 'friend' and gently picked her back up, after placing her in Deathscyth's open hand he climbed back up. He brought the hand up as near to the opening to the cockpit as possible. **Uh oh!** he thought as he picked her up again and started to climb into the cockpit when the thought struck him, **Where am I going to put her???** He stood there looking like an idiot before he got a fairly brilliant (A.N. NOT!!!) idea. **She can just sit in my lap.** He sat down and arranged her prone body on him so she would be somewhat comfortable and he could still pilot Deathscyth. **This is going to be a long trip** he sighed as he gently lifted into the air and started on his way home.
<MY POV>
"Where is that braided baka," Wufei grumbled as he paced. He was anxious to meet this new pilot and wondered if he was anything that he could put up with.
"Hn," responded Heero as he typed awsay at his godforsaken laptop, probably working on the mission report. Or at least what part he could do.
"Hey guys." the com chirped, startling everyone who sat around waithing for the pilot of Deathscythe.
"Where the hell are you Duo?" Wufei snatched the com away from Heero just as Heero opened his mouth to speak. The action resulted in a Glare of Death from Heero aimed at Wufei.
"Chill Wu-man, the pilot's hurt, really hurt. I needed help getting down and to the safehouse without causing more damage."
Heero glared at Wufei again and snatched the com back before barking to Duo, "Duo stay there. We'll be there in a minute." They all grabbed coats and headed out the door.
"Up here, I need help. The pilots unconscience, and I can't risk hurting the pilot more." Trowa immeadiatly jumped on Seathscyth's leg and climbed up. Heero raised and eyebrow as a gasp was heard from TRowa, could his injuries really be that bad.
It took time and a lot of effort but eventually Duo and Trowa crawled down, a black bundle held securly between them. As they slid to the ground Duo took the flax body back and started to walk off.
"Hold it Duo, who is this new pilot." Wufei stepped foreward, he was sick of waiting and wanted to see the new pilot, now!
"Ok, here look for yourself," Duo turned around and offered a full view of the pilot's face to the others.
"An..an..an ONNA." Wufei gasped. Then noticing the fact that their braided friend was shirtless and the new female pilot was sporting a very dirty Shinigami shirt.
"And she's naked," was all he could sputter before blood spurted from his nose and he fell over in a dead faint.
"Well, I think he took that awfully well," Duo smiled at his silent friends before turning back around and walking off.
<Girl's POV>
**Owwie!! My head hurts.** I opened my eyes a tiny bit and looked around. Nothing looked at all familar, **Ok, where the hell am I now?** I was sick of this, first I get captured by OZ and now, whoknows where the hell I was. I moved slightly and looked to where my blind sight hed been. And there, a boy about my age with chestnut hair held in a braid snaking down his back. At the bottom of his back sat what could be the very key to my escape, a gun. I moaned softly to get him closer to, as expected the boy leaned closer, to his doom. With lightning fast reflexs I grabbed his gun and pulled him towards me. Now we sat there, him in my lap with his own gun pressed to his temple. I was about to whisper in here ear when the door opened and 4 other boys walked in. As the one who entered first, a blond, gasped the others ran in and took up defensive possitions, each pointing a gun at me. Well except for the chinese boy, instead he pointed a wicked looking sword at me.
"Move and you friend here dies." I whispered, I was sick of this and it was ending here.
End Part 1
MoD: So, so, so. What do you think. Shoud I continue, or no??? I want c&c's.
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