13-Aug-2000
Title: "Breath of Madness" 2/?
Author: Hinokumo
Archive: yes, please
Category: Shounen ai, mild angst, OOC?
Pairings: This is gonna be a 1x2 mostly. I've got a 3x4 in mind later. Sorry, Wufei fans.
Rating: PG-13? I don't know, I'm not good at ratings
Warnings: No sex--yet--just kissing.
Notes: When Heero and Duo return from a mission, they find their friends behaving strangely. Look out, Duo--Wufei's out for blood.
Disclaimer: Not mine. *pout* Not making any $$ off of this.
Feedback: This is my first GW fic, so I don't know how I'm doing. Would you please tell me?
Hi, everyone! Thanks for all the C&C I got from you guys. I didn't get any suggestions for a new title--and it's starting to grow on me--so I think I'll leave it. Now, as promised, is part 2. Enjoy!
Heero sat before his laptop--again--staring at the screen, whatever he had been working on momentarily forgotten. Where was Duo? He needed to be sleeping, not running around...running his mouth. Heero's perpetual frown deepened. Well, _he_ wasn't going to go get him...at least, not yet. He would give him five more minutes before he hauled the Braided Baka back to their room.
"Heeeerrrooo!" Heero froze, and for one terrifying moment thought that Relena had found him again. No. Impossible.
There it was again, closer, the tail end cut off as if the speaker had been forced to stop mid-scream. That sounded like Duo, Heero realized, turning in his chair toward the door.
"Heeero!" The door was suddenly flung open and Duo burst into the room. Exploded was more like it.
Before Heero could even open his mouth, Duo was cowering behind him. "Heero!" he shouted again between gasps. "Heero!"
"Nani!" Heero was on his feet, thoroughly agitated, but Duo moved so that Heero was between him and the door. "Duo--" he growled.
"Heero! You gotta help me! Wufei--"
"Shine, Duo no baka!"
Heero turned to see an enraged Wufei, sword brandished, stalking into the room. His ebony eyes were wild with anger and he seemed to peer through Heero to an object behind him. Said object being Duo, who whimpered slightly, fingers digging into Heero's tank top.
"In the name of Justice--you die, Shinigami!" Wufei took another step and--
"Iie."
Both Duo and Wufei blinked, Wufei halting his advance.
"Nani? Naze--he has shamed me for the last time, Yuy!"
Heero crossed his arms and calmly, but coldly asked, "What did he do now?"
"Hey!" Duo's indignant outburst was barely audible.
"He painted Nataku in pink!!!" Wufei's face turned said color.
"Nani? Uso! I haven't touched your friggin' Gundam! Heero--it's the truth, I--"
"Liar! Now you will die!"
"Aaah!" Duo quivered in terror behind Heero.
"Iie. Leave. Now." Heero's voice was deep and held threatening undercurrents.
Wufei paused, seeming to consider his options, but quickly made up his mind when he was suddenly staring down the barrel of a pistol, which Heero had swiftly drawn from some unknown place on his person.
I gotta know where he hides that thing, Duo thought.
Wufei lowered his sword and glared at both boys before leaving with a muffled, "Shinigami no baka."
Duo released a ragged sigh of relief and found himself practically eye-to-eye with Heero, who looked anything but pleased. Duo gulped.
"What was that? Why aren't you resting?"
Hhmm--he speaks. "I couldn't go to sleep, so I went for a walk." For some reason, Duo did not feel the need to mention the kitchen incident. "I was just kidding around with Wufei when he went all wacky on me and tried to use me as a blade sharpener! I didn't touch his stupid Gundam! And why...why..." Duo's vision began to fade out.
"Duo? Duo!"
Duo came back to his senses an instant later, to find himself being held off the floor by a very concerned-looking Heero. Hmmm...
"Duo no baka--you told me you were fine," Heero growled and helped Duo to sit up.
"I was! Until Wufei got a hold of me." It wasn't the whole truth, but he was too tired to care. "Besides, I didn't think you cared, anyway," he mumbled as Heero began checking his injuries.
"Hn," was Heero's reply.
Heero's eyes widened, then narrowed in anger when he saw the cuts that marked Duo's chest. The two diagonal slashes were not deep enough to leave a scar, but they were bleeding. The only reason he had not noticed it earlier was because of the color of Duo's shirt. "Wufei o korosu."
"Nah, don't do that Heero," he sighed. "He probably just had a bad day and I pushed all the wrong buttons. Besides--" Duo grinned evilly, "if you do that, I won't be able to get back at him." Maybe he could find some neon orange paint, just for Nataku.
Heero said nothing to this, but continued his inspection and found several more cuts on Duo's back--it was a wonder he had not lost his braid.
Duo watched Heero with curiosity, wincing slightly as he himself realized how many new injuries he had acquired. He had been too busy trying to get away from Wufei--not that he couldn't defend himself under normal circumstances, mind you, but he had been injured, and tired, and just plain too startled by the Chinese pilot's behavior to think about anything but retreat--to pay much attention. Great, just great--more blood. No wonder he felt dizzy.
"Can you stand?"
"Hai, I think so."
Despite that, Heero lead him to sit on the edge of his bed, then went to the bathroom to get a first-aid kit. When he came back, Duo was trying, unsuccessfully, to remove his shirt. His ribs still hurt and the slashes did not help very much.
"Here." Heero grabbed Duo's hands and put them down. He then grabbed hold of Duo's collar, and in one swift jerk, ripped it in half. If he could have laughed, he would have--Duo's eyes were like saucers. Then Heero noticed all the fresh bruises on Duo's torso. He frowned.
Beginning to feel a little uncomfortable, Duo tried to take over his care. "H-Heero--I-I can do it. You don't have to--"
"Urusai." His voice was not angry, but he meant business.
"H-hai."
Duo allowed Heero to clean and dress his wounds, and help him put on an old, baggy t-shirt afterwards. It was too weird. Heero was almost being nice. Not to mention Heero's hands on his chest and back felt really good. Duo yawned. Why'd he have to be so tired, just when things were getting good? He forced his eyes open wider.
"Go to bed, Duo," Heero ordered as he began cleaning up.
Duo blinked. Heero and the rest of the room were getting very blurry. He was tired, but not _that_ tired--heywaitaminute.
"Heero?"
"Aa?"
"Did you drug me?"
"Aa."
"Heero Yuy, you jerk!" Duo slapped the mattress weakly in frustration. Heero's eyebrow quirked up. The logical part of Duo's mind was screaming, 'You idiot--this is Heero you're talking to!' But when did Duo ever follow logic? "You know I can't stand...those _things_!" he whined. Yes, whined. He was tired, drugged, and in a pissy mood--so he whined.
Heero shrugged. "It wasn't one of those 'things,' it was a mild sedative I put in the ointment. You need rest. If you didn't, it wouldn't be affecting you this way."
"Duo growled in annoyance a he fell--gently--back on his pillow. "If I'm sick...when I wake up...it'll be your fault..." Duo was still, the sedative finally taking its toll on his exhausted body.
"Fine," Heero said as he pulled the sheet up over his sleeping roommate. His hand reached unconsciously to brush an errant lock of honey-colored hair away from the beautiful boy's face--
Heero blinked and rose. Beautiful? Where had that come from, he asked himself as he glanced at Duo's sleeping face again. Hn. A soldier, but... beautiful.
"Ch. Sleep, Heero no baka." After checking the locks on their door, Heero curled up in his own bed and quickly fell into slumber.
tbc
Ta-da! Sorry this is a short one, and yes, there's more coming
soon. Just be patient. Hope you enjoy it so far.
Ja ne! ^__^
(:./hinokumo/madness2)
