20-Feb-2001
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Go bug someone with money. Yaoi, lemon, dead people, and stuff...the usual. Can't deal, don't read. I am in a lot of pain and since someone (stupid doctor) stuck me with a needle (stupid needle) I have a ton and a half of nervous energy. So you get another teaser made into a part one. Hope you enjoy! And stop yawning!
The sound of drilling filled Duo's house. A young woman stood on a ladder, her dark hair hiding most of her features. A small breeze pushed the screen away for a minute causing her to look up. Confusion filled her eyes as no source of the wind could be found. All the windows were closed, the doors locked. Shrugging, the Preventer known a Hilde went back to work.
There were only four more hours before Duo came home and five more cameras needed to be hidden. Finishing her current job, Hilde quickly got down and moved to the bedroom. Putting bugs in this area went against her beliefs in privacy, but all parts of the house had to be monitored. Relena was screaming to have the former pilot committed. The cameras should prove, one way or the other, if the ruler of Sank was right. A sigh echoed in the room as she set to work once more.
Duo's sanity could be gone. No one would blame him. These last two years contained enough tragedy to break anyone. In the first month after the Eve Wars, Chang Wufei was killed while on duty. Some drunken thug took a dislike to the young Chinese man's Preventer uniform. With some buddies, they overwhelmed him, beating him to death. The bastards later committed suicide in jail.
A month later, on Mars, Zechs was killed in an accident with environmental control. Noin came back to Earth and helped run the Sank kingdom, hardly speaking to anyone anymore. Five months later, Une died of an overdose of sleeping pills. The poor woman had been very depressed due to her recent suspension from the Preventers; the charges were later shown to be false. If only she'd hung on for a few more days.
For six months things seemed to be stable, then Rashid found Quatre slumped of his desk, throat slit. Apparently, a thief didn't want to leave any witnesses. The police had no leads and the man was never caught. Three weeks later, Trowa and Catherine were doing their highwire act. The tightrope snapped. The banged pilot positioned himself to take the blow; he saved Catherine's life, but it cost him his own.
The last strike came when Heero's body was found floating in a supposedly closed swimming pool. His blood alcohol level showed him to have been drunk out of his mind. The only comfort anyone took was in knowing the Japanese man was most likely unconscious while drowning.
So much pain in so little time. Duo was the last pilot left. Hilde really shouldn't have been surprised when he rushed into the Preventer office claiming the pilots, and Zechs had been murdered. At first, everyone listened, right up until they asked how he knew. Poor Duo. He told the truth as he knew. The ghosts of the victims said so. They were haunting him, he claimed.
If not for the seriousness of the American's expression, they might have taken it as a bad joke. Hilde took him aside and tried to convince him to let it go, but he wouldn't. He repeated his claim as often and as publicly as he could. Relena finally began insisting he be locked up.
Afraid for her friend, the young Preventer made a deal with the Queen. She would place cameras inside Duo's home. The footage should support his claims or Relena's. Now, with the last camera in place, the former OZ agent had but to wait for the target to come home. Which was any minute!
Hilde quickly stuffed the last of her tools into the duffle bad and managed to look totally innocent when Duo entered the house. He looked so tired, but then he always looked tired nowadays. If she didn't come cook for him, the fool would subsist on instant dinners.
Nodding to Hilde, the covered in dirt young man quickly made for the bathroom. The young woman tip-toed to the door once she heard the water running. Inside, Duo carried on a conversation with his dead friends, Une, Zechs and even Treize. She wanted to believe he was trying to heal after the deaths of the other pilots, but having him talk to Treize, whom he'd never met, and Une whom he'd hardly known, made her think maybe Relena was right and Duo needed to be locked up. Faith is a hard thing to hold on to.
The water stopped running and for a second her friend's voice ran clear.
"I keep telling you Hilde would never do anything to hurt me. You worry too much Quatre."
Not waiting to hear the rest, the young woman ran back to the kitchen. For the rest of the night, Duo talked to her and things almost seemed back to normal; expect for the times he tilted his head like he was listening to someone else. Her heart ached with indecision. What if the cameras showed her dear friend really was insane? What then? He couldn't survive locked up.
After dinner, they washed the dishes, joking about the day's events till they finished and he thanked her for a wonderful meal. Nothing strange or unusual. It followed the pattern set long ago when they first met. Eventually, the night grew old; it was time to leave and face the music. Duo let her out and she all but ran to her van to turn on the monitors.
Watching her go, Duo chuckled softly. Hilde was really acting odd lately. A small breeze rustled his hair.
"Alright." He grumped. "You guys are always in such a hurry." His braid suddenly jerked. "And you too Lady. No offense meant."
A second breeze wrinkled his clothes.
"Cameras?" The last pilot mused. "So she wants a show? Let's give her one. Ne?"
What sounded almost like laughter whispered through empty rooms. The American walked slowly toward the bedroom. His clothes seemed to undo themselves. Buttons coming undone in a slow, sensuous rhythm. The covers slid down the bed, aided by invisible hands.
As he climbed onto the bed, the long chestnut braid began to unravel itself. Waves languorously worked there way through the shining locks.
"Mmmm," Duo moaned. "Une, I will never understand your and Wufei's fascination with my hair." Something ruffled his bangs. "I didn't say I don't love it."
Kneeling, his boxers were slowly dragged down muscled thighs. The young man lay back on the bed, the picture of submission as the last stitch of clothing flew to the middle of the room. Now that he was naked, clear marks of hands and fingers could be seen running over soft skin, along a tight stomach, over parted lips. Suddenly, Duo's legs were pulled apart and his hips bucked.
"Oh God, Heero," he gasped. "Do that again!"
Suddenly, his hands were pulled above his head and after a small struggle, Duo left them there. A clear impression on something dug into the flesh of his wrists.
"Zechs, you are the kinkiest bastard I ever met. Wish I could have known you in life." Talking stopped as invisible mouths claimed the pilot's again and again. Moans were the only sound Duo made as he was rolled over and his legs spread wide. Once more, something unseen caressed pale flesh, pulling apart the globes of his rear.
"Please," Duo gasped. "Please do it."
Static cut the sound for a moment.
"I don't care who sees!" Duo said frantically, writhing in the grip of the dead. "I need you. Please!" Then he rocked forward. "Yes! Again Quatre. Again!"
From her van, Hilde watched the entire show with eyes so wide it must have hurt. Duo was telling the truth. He was being haunted by the dead Gundam Pilots, Treize and Une. They were there! With him now! And what they were doing to him!! She needed a cold shower badly.
An unexpected thought shook the former freedom fighter. That also meant Duo's claims of murder were true and he was in great danger. Swallowing, Hilde began plotting a way to keep her best friend safe and find the ones who killed the ghosts before they found Duo.
End Part 1
Phoenix
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