Implied Insanity: Home of The Gundam Pilots
Author's Note: Froid. Well, I've started yet
another one. I've got what, five now? Oh well, eventually one will get done
other than "Dear Diary" I hope you like this one so far. I'm enjoying it. Well
that's a given. If I didn't I wouldn't be writing it.
Inspired by Johnny Lang's "Hit the Ground Running"
Disclaimer: Not mine only the story is. Well actually one character is mine but
he hasn't shown up yet. His name is Dixept and he will be Duo's Dr.
/./=Duo mouthing stuff(that sounds dirty but it really isn't. Duo can't talk and
Heero as we all know can read lips so nya)
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"Kushrenada, sir, pilot 02 has been eliminated as a threat," the young soldier
stood proudly before his leader, waiting to be praised at his good work. Gundam
pilots were hard to kill.
"I do hope that means you have taken him to one of our medical facilities so
that he may be persuaded into joining our forces. A recruit such as him would be
indispensable to us," Treize answered calmly.
"Er. no sir. Pilot 02 is dead," the soldier answered with a slight quiver in his
voice. Why hadn't he thought of that? "I am sorry sir for not thinking to do
that."
"Sorry will not give me a gundam pilot will it?" Treize ordered the soldier to
be taken for retraining before he had time to respond. He didn't want an answer
anyway. He had wanted that damned pilot!
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Violet eyes opened blearily, immediately shutting tight again to block out the
blinding light coming from somewhere about him. He had no idea where he was. He
tried to think, but thinking just seemed to give him a head ache, so he decided
to worry about that later, maybe after he could handle the light. He brought his
hands up, dragging the heels of his palms over his eyes. He tested opening his
eyes again, but this time he only squinted them open at first, using his lashes
to block some of the light. It wasn't all that bright once you got used to it,
so he opened his eyes a little more, waiting for them to adjust before opening
them fully. There. He could see. It appeared to be a bedroom, a guest room of
sorts. There were no trinkets to symbolize that the room belonged to a specific
person. He sat up slowly and propped himself against the headboard as the wave
of dizziness passed. Once the room had stopped spinning, he carefully
disentangled his legs from the soft sheets and swung them around until he was
sitting sideways on the bed. "Where the hell am I?" The boy blinked when his
words came out nothing like they should have. He hadn't even been able to finish
the first word before the coughs had started. He tried again to say anything at
all, but nothing resembling words came out. He stood up, moving over to where
the mirror hung on the wall. His eyes widened when he saw the state he was in,
bruises were everywhere, with bandaged gashes riddling his entire chest, back
and arms. The worse of his bruises seemed to be covering his throat. It looked
as if he had been strangled brutally. He sighed, that was most likely what had
happened. With his job anything like that was to be expected. What wasn't
expected was that he was alive at all. He must have run into OZ, but why hadn't
they killed him? Maybe whoever it was had simply been careless and had assumed
him dead, or very shortly to be dead. Or the other option was that it wasn't OZ
and it had been completely random. For all he knew, this could be a high crime
area. He scanned the rest of the room, eyes latching onto what looked like his
clothes neatly folded on a chair. He looked down at himself again and breathed a
sigh of relief when he saw that he was still dressed in his boxers and his
cross. That would have been embarrassing if someone had chosen to walk into the
room before he was dressed. He picked up his clothes, quickly getting dressed
once he realized that whoever it was that had cleaned his wounds, must have also
given him a bath. He'd have to thank them, especially for washing his hair. That
must have been a bitch. He chuckled noticing that instead of rebraiding it, they
had simply pulled it back into a loose ponytail. He decided to leave it that way
for now, he was too worn out to bother with braiding it himself. Whelp, time to
see just who else was around, Duo thought as he walked out of the room and
downstairs. He would have called out, but apparently for the time being he was
incapable of speech. He pouted, seeing that no one else was around. He was
hungry and he had wanted to ask if they would mind him raiding the kitchen.
Since no one was around, he decided that he find a way to make it up to him if
they happened to miss the food he took. Not trusting himself with solids yet, he
decided to eat the jar of applesauce that he had found. Rummaging through
drawers for a spoon he decided that he'd watch a little TV while he ate. That
would keep him occupied for a little while and hopefully by the time he was done
someone would have returned. He was asleep by the time someone walked through
the door several hours later.
"Stupid baka. Nearly got himself killed!" Heero muttered to himself as he walked
in from retrieving Deathscythe. In fact the pilot was surprised to have found
Duo alive. It looked as if he had been choked and had lost large amounts of
blood. By all rights, he probably should have been dead. So why wasn't he?
Probably for the same reason he had survived self destructing, too stubborn to
die. He noticed his partner lying on the couch, hand dangling over the edge, the
remote on the floor next to it. 'Baka. He should have stayed in bed," Heero
snorted softly as he picked the boy up, blinking in surprise as he did so. Duo
was much lighter than he had been the last time he had needed to be carried. He
wondered why he hadn't noticed it earlier, probably because he was too busy
worrying about whether or not the boy would live. He hadn't looked like he had
lost weight, so why did it feel as if he were carrying at most fifty pounds.
He'd ask Duo about it later. He jerked out of his thoughts when he realized Duo
had regained consciousness and felt the weight of his stare on him. He looked
down at the heart shaped face. The bruises and cuts were already fading, at
least the ones on his face were. The ones on his neck didn't seem to be getting
any better, but that was normal. They would be there for at least a week.
Duo tilted his head to the side as he regarded the beautiful boy carrying him.
He didn't recognize him, but he assumed the boy lived in the house. He wanted to
tell the boy that he could walk, but knew he was incapable of it, so instead he
just watched the boy, head tilted to the side in mild curiosity.
There was something wrong. Something wrong with those eyes, something about Duo
in general. They were much too violet, before they had been more of a blue
tinted purple, but now they were pure violet. Then there was the issue of the
weight, and now Duo wasn't talking. Usually Duo would be giving him his usual
manic grin and calling him Hee-chan. Then he had an idea. "Duo? Does it hurt to
talk?"
The fey boy gave a small shrug as best he could and mouthed /can't./ How did the
blue eyed boy know his name? Was he supposed to know him? Maybe he had amnesia,
but only partially since he remembered his Gundam and the missions. But now that
he thought of it, he couldn't remember any people other than Dr. G. However, he
knew he had partners, four of them to be exact, but he couldn't recall anything
about them.
Heero watched the questions play through the expressive eyes. Did Duo even know
who he was? It didn't see like it. Heero hoped that he at least remembered about
the war and his part in it. If not, it would make it quite a bit more difficult
to perform missions that required Duo's specific expertise. One way to find
whether or not he remembered. "You're at the safe house," Heero stated quietly
and smiled slightly when he saw understanding dawn in the boy's eyes. Good, so
he remembered he was a pilot. But he didn't seem to remember him. That might not
be that bad. If Duo didn't remember him, then he wouldn't be able to tell if he
was acting out of character. Heero had known for some time about his crush on
the braided pilot, but he hadn't discovered it until after months of verbally
abusing the boy. It looked as if fate was giving him a second chance. He could
act how he had truly wanted to towards the boy, without Duo thinking something
was wrong with him and constantly asking if he was sick.
This must be one of his partners, Duo mused to himself. He was in a safe house.
That was a good thing. He wondered if his Gundam had been brought back and
decided to ask. He wiggled a bit to get the boy's attention since it was obvious
that it wasn't on him. Once those blue eyes were on his again he mouthed
/Deathscythe?/
"He's out with Wing, my Gundam. I brought him back for you. That's why I wasn't
here when you woke up," Heero explained gently, setting Duo down on his bed.
/Thanks,/ Duo blushed slightly, bowing his head.
"I'm Heero by the way. I'll see you in the morning. Knock on the wall if you
need me, I'll be in the room to the right of this one. Get some sleep," he
waited until he saw the boy nod before leaving and softly shutting the door
behind him. Maybe now he'd finally be able to make some progress in his
relationship with Duo, to something more than just friends and partners.
TBC.
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