Implied Insanity: Home of The Gundam Pilots
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/./=Duo mouthing stuff. Gee who woulda thought? Oh yeah this goes for Dixept
too. Thought in Dixpet's case it's more signing than mouthing. '.'=thoughts
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'Heero, hmm?' Duo racked his brain for any shred of a memory that contained the
pilot. Only a headache was to be felt from his efforts. 'Damn!' He wandered into
the bathroom, using the mirror to help him see what he was doing as he braided
his hair loosely for the night. If he did it too tight, the headache would never
go away and if it were too loose, it'd be one giant tangle in the morning.
He blew the bangs out of his face before heading back into the bedroom, getting
undressed as he went. He climbed under the covers pulling them tightly about him
for warmth. The bed was comfier than most of the other safe houses. Well, except
for those few occasions. Hadn't those ones belonged to someone? One of his four
partners? Yes. but Duo was not about to try figuring out which one. His current
headache still hadn't gone away and that had been caused by trying to remember
someone with a face. With the way things were going, the headache would worsen
to an even greater extent trying to remember someone he knew nothing about. An
even bigger headache would probably kill him and Duo Maxwell didn't have a death
wish.
He closed his eyes, wishing that Heero had thought to turn off the lights before
he left. He would himself, but he didn't have the energy. He blinked his eyes
open a few moments later when he realized that the lights had gone out, but
there had been no one to turn them out. The door had never opened and he hadn't
heard the almost inaudible click when the light bulb blew. So how had they
turned off?
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... what's the price?...
... do you accept?...
... ... ...
... do you accept?...
... yes...
"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" Duo shot straight up in bed clutching his hand
to his chest coughing harshly. He shook his head trying to dispel the terrible
images from his vision. He slowly pulled the hand away from his chest and just
as slowly looked down at it. A dark liquid was trailing down his arm. Blood. He
opened the hand and traced the gash in his palm lightly with a fingertip. He
stared at it fascinated by it. Where had it come from? No one was in the roo...
"Duo! What's wrong?" Heero's voice sounded frantic with worry as he threw open
the door.
Duo watched as he tried to turn on the light switch that was already in the on
position even though the lights weren't on. The lights came to life after Heero
had tried turning the switch off and then on again. Duo gave it a curious look
before turning back to Heero and holding out his injured hand.
"Oh, Duo," Heero sighed lightly going to the boy. "Don't tell me you've started
this again. Please don't tell me that," he took the offered hand and gently
tugged Duo into the bathroom. He yanked a pristine white towel off the rack,
thinking grimly that Quatre would surely throw it out after Duo's blood stained
it.
Duo halted Heero for a moment. He couldn't bear to see the pilot so...
disappointed? He knew he had done something similar before, but he had never
told anyone. Somehow this pilot had learned one of his secrets. He wanted to
reassure the boy that he didn't need to worry. /I didn't do this. I woke up with
it/ Duo mouthed, a hint of remorse showing through his eyes over times past when
it had been his fault.
He nodded, believing him. Duo didn't lie. He took care in cleaning the wound,
then turned back to the medicine chest for sterile gauze. He faltered when he
caught Duo looking at the wound strangely. He sat down on the edge of the tub in
front of the boy, taking his hand again. He looked down at it and blinked. The
wound was smaller, by quite a bit. As he continued to watch, the flesh grew back
together and mended itself within minutes, leaving only a faint scar that
strangely took the shape of an ornate scythe.
"Did you hear anyone in your room?" Heero asked, watching those oddly violet
eyes carefully. They seemed deeper somehow, more expressive than they had been
before the incident had occurred.
/No. I... I was having a dream... I don't remember much, just all these pictures
of deaths,/ Duo shuddered, bringing his knees up to his chest and hugging them.
/Then I- I felt this pain rip through my hand and I woke up screaming. Heero,
Heero, what's happening to me? So many things I can't explain./ Duo looked down
miserably. He was a freak now if he hadn't been one before. His braid was bad
enough, but now? Now he could see perfectly in the dark, his hand had healed
faster than was humanly possible, he had dreams that scarred him physically, and
he was beginning to think that he had somehow turned out the light.
"I don't know Duo, I just don't know, but I promise you we'll find out," Heero
hesitated before leaning forward and placing his arms around the longhaired
pilot. His lips formed a small smile when he felt the warm bundle press closer
to him and dig its hands into his tank top. Heero buried his nose in the sweet
smelling hair, and inhaled deeply. He never could get enough of the way Duo
smelled.
He sighed a while later, standing up and taking his partner with him. He
chuckled quietly when he noticed that Duo had fallen asleep in his arms. It
touched Heero to know he was trusted enough to be put in charge of the angel's
life. Maybe things would turn out all right for him concerning Duo, but just
because the boy fell asleep while in his embrace, that didn't mean he wasn't
straight. Somehow, Heero knew he wasn't though. Duo was the type to appreciate
beauty in anyone regardless of their gender.
"Ai shiteru, Duo," Heero whispered softly as he brought the pilot to his own
room and tucked him into bed. He was afraid to leave him alone again. He just
couldn't be sure that Duo would be safe alone especially since he wasn't
completely healed yet.
Heero sat at his laptop and opened the file he had just created a few hours ago.
He had wanted to keep track of changes and unexplained happenings that revolved
around Duo. The oddity of the lights would be added along with the scythe in his
hand and its healing. It was strange that it was the only thing to have healed.
The bruises were still there and Duo continued to be unable to talk as of yet.
The list was getting progressively longer without any end to the occurrences in
sight.
He glanced over at Duo, the bruises showing up faintly in the glow from the
computer screen. He wondered why they hadn't disappeared as had the gash. They
seemed to be healing as Duo's usual rate. What <i>had</i> happened to him? Maybe
he had been bitten by a radio active spider like that guy in the movie... Heero
shook his head immediately dismissing the foolish thought. He wouldn't even
consider that until he saw spider webs shooting out from Duo's wrists. He'd
believe the boy really was Shinigami before he believed that. Not that either
was plausible.
He turned back to the glowing screen to type up his report on Duo's progress,
purposely leaving out anything that would cause Dr. J to want to experiment on
his best friend.
He'd take Duo to go see Dixept Marxe in the morning. He'd take him to see Sally
Po, but she was preoccupied on another colony as of two hours ago when he had
received her reply via e-mail. Dixept could be trusted according to Po. She'd
given him explicit instructions to see no one else. She didn't trust anyone
else's loyalties as much as she did the young man's. She was worried about what
would happen if word got out that it was a gundam pilot being seen. Dixept
wouldn't care, but others could be bribed. Dixept was also the best she had,
despite his young age.
Besides, Po thought Duo'd like the boy due to the fact that he was a mute and if
nothing could be done for Duo's voice, then the Dr. would be able to teach him
sign language. The idea had made Heero cringe at the thought of an upset, mute
Duo flailing his arms all over the place as he tried to convey what he wanted.
That would cause a lot of damage Heero didn't want to think about. Sally had
also mused that he might enjoy having a spirited conversation with the talkative
Dr.
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Dixept was young. That was the first thing that caught Heero's attention. The
redhead could only be a couple years older than them at best. The second had
been that he was not enjoying the attention given to him by one of the security
guards. Heero calmly sent a warning shot zinging past the man's arm, just
nicking him.
The man howled and turned to face him. "What the hell d'you think yer doin'
lid?" he snarled stalking over to the pilots.
"I believe he made it perfectly clear that he did not wish to be the recipient
of your advances. Sally Po will hear of this," Heero smirked satisfied as the
man paled and stormed off.
Duo bounded over to the boy, making sure he was alright, but was politely waved
off.
/I'm alright. Thanks though. To both of you. You must be the Gundam pilots. Am I
correct?/ he mouthed and grinned when the braided boy nodded and the shooter
moved over to the boy's side. /I'm Dixept Marxe, and that guy will be fired
within 24 hours of Miss Po hearing of his conduct. She's rather protective of me
in a motherly sort of way,/ the Dr. blushed, but was clearly pleased with the
woman's affection for him.
Marxe had been born in Ireland and had lived there until he had turned ten
having no other place to go, he'd taken up with studying Sally Po's work. He'd
been in her care ever since. She'd been the one to see to it that technology
that would allow the boy to talk was progressed. They'd made a start, but the
procedure was too painful for the boy's liking, so it was rarely used.
Sally had been right. Marxe and Duo had hit it off great. They were both fans of
loud music with similar tastes in bands. And of course there was the fact that
they both loved to chat, seemingly about nothing at all. Heero had finally
gotten antsy and had requested that the Dr. take a look at Duo since that was
why they were there in the first place.
The Dr. was quick and efficient, but highly aware of every subtle movement that
he made. His patients' welfare was the most important thing on his list while he
was working.
/He should be able to talk again. His organs in the vicinity of his voice box
are just swollen due to his strangulation. Frankly I'm surprised that he
survived it,/ Dixept signed absentmindedly as he looked over Duo's x- rays.
/Everything else is just superficial, although I am highly concerned about his
weight. If the scale isn't lying then he weighs 46lbs. I don't understand how
that can be true. He appears to be perfectly healthy and doesn't look at all
underweight... at least not by sixty pounds. His eyesight and hearing are
exceptional. I've never seen someone with senses as finely tuned as his are. Is
there something that you are not telling me Mr. Yuy? Mr. Maxwell?/
Dixept had turned the face the pilots, placing his hands on his hips after he
had finished speaking. Apparently 02 had no idea what was going on with him. He
had been wearing an expression of complete shock ever since his weight had been
mentioned. 01 on the other hand, seemed to have already been aware of the issue
of the boy's weight, but not of the boy's senses. He sighed. /If I didn't know
any better, I would say that you weren't human Maxwell,/ he grinned, dropping
the issues. Neither boy would have any answers for him, and it was obvious that
tests were out of the question.
He waved to the boys as they left his office, a grin still plastered on his
face. He quickly wrote Sally Po an e-mail, detailing his findings and informing
her of the guard's behavior and Heero's rescue. Heero had been quiet yes, but
not as cold as Sally had made him sound. Either she had exaggerated or Heero was
acting differently. He had seemed rather fond of Maxwell so maybe that was it.
TBC...
Let me know how the formatting is this time around, kay? I tried to keep the
paras smaller as well.
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