07-Nov-2000
Title: Breath of Madness 5/6
Author: Hinokumo
Archive: Gundam Wing Addiction--arigato, Tyr! Also at Darkflame´s--I think--and Deathfics www.angelfire.com/sc2/dea...menu.html. Anyone else, just ask^__^
Category: Shounen ai, mild angst, OOC?
Pairings: This is gonna be a 1x2 mostly. I've got a 3x4 in mind later, though it is implied in this fic. Sorry, Wufei fans.
Rating: PG-13? I don't know, I'm not good at ratings
Warnings & Disclaimers: If you don't like shounen ai--boy are you in the wrong place--don't read any further. Mild language. These bishounen are not mine, just borrowing them.
Notes: When Heero and Duo return from a mission, they find their friends behaving strangely. And they're stuck right in the middle. Sorry, this is not a "get-together" fic. They'll "get together" later. This is just stuff leading up to it. Plus a little pilot weirdness^_~
It was cold, damp, and dark... well, not completely dark. Not if you considered the sickly, dim ball of old, moldy glass and about 6 watts of electricity that hung over the room a light bulb. After thoroughly searching him and his unconscious partner at gunpoint, Trowa and Quatre had proceeded to toss them into some dingy little storage room Duo had not even known existed. It was somewhere down the passage that led to the hangars and for some reason had a very heavy and secure door, one that not even Heero Yuy could open without picklocks or explosives. On the upside, at least the restraints were gone.
Duo grumbled. He wished those restraints had knocked the Heavyarms pilot senseless, especially after the manhandling he had received when the two wackos--as Duo affectionately called them--had attacked him in his room. Just you wait, he snarled. Shinigami's paybacks are a bitch.
There was a low moan to his right.
"Heero? Heero, daijoubu ka." Duo tentatively touched the Wing pilot's shoulder, not wanting to startle him. A startled Heero could be a very dangerous, very painful thing. He had learned that the hard way after trying to forcefully bring him out of a nightmare. Heero was too damn strong for his own good.
Then again, Duo was not sure if he wanted Heero to wake up. What if he was angry for what happened earlier--after all, Duo had not done a very good job of hiding his enjoyment of their 'playtime'--and decided to exact punishment. In his current condition, Duo knew there would be little he could do to stop Heero. Hell, even at full health with an automatic and a pack of C4, he might get in 1, 2 shots before Heero killed him.
"...hnn. Duo?" Heero's voice brought Duo out of his death contemplations.
"Yeah--you okay?" Duo asked as he watched Heero's recovery. The Wing pilot was sitting up now, quickly taking in his surroundings before settling on Duo with an unreadable expression. Neither spoke for what seemed like forever, but Duo had to break their staring contest when his leg suddenly protested it's current position. He winced, sitting back on his rump.
"Duo?"
"...itai. Trowa's a good shot with those circus blades, ne?" Duo tried to sound casual while tightening the makeshift bandage he had made from his shirt. It was soaked in different shades of red. "Gomen, I was't much help back there."
Heero moved forward, causing Duo to flinch slightly, batting his hands away and readjusting the bandage using a different technique. In a quiet voice he said, "Nan demo nai. This will work better."
Duo resisted the temptation to stick out his tongue. Then, he remembered something. "Heero?"
"Aa?"
"What the hell is going on?"
Heero blinked. He then proceeded to tell Duo what had been on that last message. Wufei had retrieved certain canisters from an OZ installation, as per orders. Apparently, it was a new kind of chemical warfare, a gas that destroyed and twisted normal inhibitions, and Dr. J and the others wanted to examine its effects. Wufei was unaware of this; otherwise he would have destroyed the chemicals on sight. They also neglected to mention the instability of the gas and that it would eventually eat through some of the containers--and enter the ventilation system of their newest location. Heero did not think it was accidental oversight and had disposed of the remaining barrels immediately. Screw the scientists. Yes. Heero Yuy, perfect soldier, was pissed off.
Duo hoped he was not included on the 'omae of korosu' list. "So, um... what did you do to Wufei? You didn't kill him, did you?"
"Baka. I knocked him out, tied him up, and locked him in his Gundam under a new pass code. Disabled the other vehicles and Gundams as well."
Thorough, typical Yuy. At least he didn't kill Wufei, Duo thought. "What do we do now? Do we just sit here and wait for them to decide it's 'playtime' again?" Duo winced unconsciously at the flash in Heero's eyes.
"Trowa to Quatre o korosu," he growled softly before continuing. "The effects wear off in 48 hours. It's probably dawn now, so according to the information I received, that gives us approximately 23 hours till it runs out of their system."
Duo grimaced, then looked around the room again. Nothing but bare walls and floor. "Trowa searched us pretty good for any other hidden treasures while you were out. I don't suppose you still have anything useful hidden in your spandex--like a Snickers bar or a gun?" Duo grinned wolfishly. Maybe Heero had forgotten about earlier.
His answer was a half-amused, half-annoyed snort. "Baka."
Heero then went into what Duo liked to call 'ninmu mode,' and headed straight for the door. "Anou--I already looked at it, Heero."
The Japanese gave no reply, fingers running along the seams of the door. No room for gripping. After a few minutes of examing the door and the lock, Heero mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like a curse, pulled back a fist and slammed it into the unforgiving metal.
"Oi, Heero! Don't break your hand, it's--" Duo shut up when Heero suddenly jumped back from the door, crouching down slightly, muscles tensing, staring at the door. What was he--oh.
*WHAM* Duo hissed out loud, closing one eye, trying to block out the image of Heero using his shoulder as a battering ram. "Damn, that's gotta hurt," he mumbled before opening his eye to look at the door. His eyes widened. "Well, you put a scratch on it... I think." He tilted his head. "Demo... I think that was already there."
Heero turned to glare at him, rubbing his shoulder. Duo shrugged. "Don't look at me--I tried to tell you. It's not my fault the door's titanium."
tbc
Author's blah-blah space: Almost done--finally. I am guilty of major slacking. For about a month I could have used school as an excuse, but then it was just laziness. Gomenasai! This one's short, but I thought I needed to get something done. Thanks to everyone who urged me to write more--I'll try to get the ending up soon.
(:./hinokumo/madness5)
