Violet Eyes
Chapter 1
By Silent Stalker
DISCLAIMER: I don't own either Gundam Wing or Weiss Kreuz. I own the plot however. Please don't steal it from me or sue me. You won't get anything.
WARNINGS: Shounenai and yaoi abound. I say both because I think Shounenai=light and yaoi=erotica, but some people think differently. I'm not putting the pairings in this warning, but they'll be in the next chapter. All 6 pairings.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This takes place in an odd part of the continuity of both shows. In Gundam Wing, it's been 2 years since Mariemaya's uprising. In Weiss Kreuz, it's been about 3 years since the end of the series with the whole immortality crap with Schwartz and Aya-chan and all. Bear in mind that I haven't seen the end of the series yet (my friend is loaning me her VCD's) so I'm taking mondo liberties with WK. My own version of the end of the series will come out in this story, but don't flame me for screwing with it, k?
Duo groaned, his head pounding. That was the last time he challenged Wufei to a drinking contest. Man could that boy hold his liquor. Oh, wait. . . Duo's eyes snapped open. That drinking contest had been the last time he had seen the Chinese boy, at Christmas almost 2 years ago. Right before the 'Mariemaya Incident', as Duo had dubbed it. Duo had seen neither hide nor hair of any of them, choosing to hide in plain sight at a martial arts college in Tokyo. Except for right before he activated the portal home.
The ceiling above him was not one he recognized, nor expected to see. It appeared to be wallpapered in black, white and gold stripes, matching the comforter of the bed he was currently resting on. A rumble in his stomach reminded him of his current situation, and he sat up to search out a bathroom. A quick look around the room showed a small bathroom off to the side and he rushed over, expelling everything in his stomach in one great heave. He could feel someone holding him up from collapsing into the toilet, but could see no one. Not that it mattered. He was grateful that he wouldn't lose any dignity by drowning in his own puke in the toilet.
Once he quit dry heaving, as there was nothing left in his stomach, he sat back and rested his head on the cool plastic of the seat. He remembered the last time he went through the portal, he had ended up in an alley on L2, and lain in a pile of piss and puke until Solo came along and found him. But that was another story.
Duo felt a real hand slide along his back in a comforting motion, and he looked up to see a dark hair, dark eyed boy, not much older then he was, looking down in concern. It wasn't someone he knew, but that did not surprise the braided ex-pilot. Without saying anything, he rose shakily to his feet, the other boy supporting him. The bed looming in the short distance and Duo's only goal was to reach it, so he could pass out comfortably. Unfortunately, he made the mistake of looking at the harsh stripes of the wall paper, which promptly made him dizzy, and he collapsed to the floor, curling into a ball while someone played rock and roll drums in his head.
Faintly, he could hear the boy speaking with someone, but when he tried to concentrate on it, the pounding in his head got worse. Someone picked him up easily, and laid him gently on the bed. He would have been insulted if not for the fact that he new he was thinner then was healthy, and because through blurry sight, he could see 2 people across the room. Neither was touching him, so it had to be telekinesis. As best as he could (which was better then most people) he erected mental shields, in case either was telepathic as well. Covers were pulled over his trembling body, and long cool fingers stroked his temple.
//Shhh. Calm down. I can make the headache go away if you relax//
The voice in his head spoke Japanese, but with an accent Duo wasn't familiar with. He was glad for the mental shields since the man was a telepath, but at the same time, grateful as he felt the pain recede and finally disappear.
"You okay?" the voice finally asked out loud.
"Stupid wallpaper," Duo muttered in reply.
The man laughed outright at this, and Duo chanced another headache, by cracking open his eyes and glancing over. "Yes, it is rather obnoxious, isn't it?" the tall redhead with the yellow bandana replied. "A friend of ours decided one day that wallpaper hurt God and redecorated the entire house. Not that it mattered; this was our vacation house anyway. But it was all we could do to convince him that blood red wallpaper would hurt more things then God. The old occupant of this room agreed to these colors because there wasn't anything else he could put up with."
"Ahh." Duo agreed. Not with the people bit, as he didn't know them, but with the colors being obnoxious. He struggled to sit up and felt the ghostly touch of telekinesis help him once again. "Where am I?"
The dark haired boy came forward. "In our vacation home, about 20 miles north of Tokyo. My name's Nagi, and this is Schuldig."
"I'm Duo. Duo Maxwell. I know this is gonna sound weird, but when is it?"
"When? You mean like, time? Then it's 10:45 in the morning. But if you mean day, it's Tuesday, August 23rd, 2001" The German answered.
Duo's eyes widened. He had done it. He was home, 6 years and 356 days after he left. That gave him one week to find his family, or what remained of it. No more 'AC whenever'. He was home. And if he was 20 miles north of Tokyo, it meant he had his coordinates a little off, as he was aiming for the north edge of Tokyo itself. Home.
"Are you okay?" Schuldig asked again. He made no mention of the fact he had just tried to peer into the strange boy's head, and had come up against smooth walls with no crack for him to slip in through. This boy was locked up tighter then that American place, Fort Knox.
Duo shook his head, as if to shake loose the wayward thoughts. �Where did you find me?� he asked.
Nagi spoke up once more. "About a mile down the road, next to the road. You've been asleep for the past 2 days."
"Was there any stuff with me? A computer, a shoulder bag, anything?"
"Yeah. There was a laptop and a gym bag stuffed with clothes and stuff. There was no ID on anything, so we didn't know who to contact, even if we should contact anyone." This time it was Nagi who made no comment on how he tried to start up the laptop to find it with so many cyber blocks he couldn't get past a chibi drawing of a robot with a scythe saying "Nuh-uh. Shinigami says you can't pass. Got the password? Too bad cuz there ain't one so you were suckered!! Nuh-uh. Shinigami says . . ." [1] in a continuous loop. It had annoyed the hell out of him, but who ever operated the computer was one hell of a hacker to keep Nagi out.
Duo struggled to get out of bed, but Schuldig held him down. "You need rest. We still don't know exactly what's wrong with you, or why you were passed out next to road."
�Sever jet lag,� Duo muttered almost silently, but allowed himself to be tucked in once more. �Do you mind if I get a bit more sleep? I�m still not feeling well.�
�Shouldn�t think you were. Of course you�re free to get some rest. Me and Nagi got rooms downstairs, so call if you need us.� With that, Schuldig and Nagi left the room, shutting the door behind them.
Duo settled himself in and relaxed before releasing the pent up emotions he felt. He knew if he wasn�t so sick, he�d be jumping around the room in elation. Closing his eyes, he allowed oblivion to reclaim him.
For the next 2 days, Duo slept. And slept. And slept some more. Schuldig and Nagi were smart enough not to bother him too much. A sick Duo was not a nice Duo. The few times they poked their heads in the room when he was awake, they got stuff thrown at them. Usually pillows.
On the third day, they went into the kitchen to make breakfast, only to find Duo sitting on the counter, munching on toast and taping away at his laptop. He looked up when they entered, and flashed them a cheery smile.
�Good morning!� He greeted them happily.
�Good morning, Duo-kun.� Schuldig replied. �You don�t look like shit anymore, so I assume you�re feeling better.�
�Yup!! Not so stuck to the bed. Anyway, someone named Farfarello called at like 5�o�clock this morning. Since I heard the two of you up until 1 am, I told him you were still asleep.�
Nagi read the glaring �9:45� off the microwave and �eeeep�d!, before running to the phone to call his lover. Schuldig smiled at Duo, who offered him some toast.
�Hey, Schuldig, your name means �guilty�, right?�
�Yeah. In German.�
�Aa.� Duo muttered. �And none more guilty then me.� Before Schuldig could ponder this out, Nagi bounced back into the room, all grins. �I just talked to Farfie. He wants us home soon. Anyway, whatcha doin�, Duo?� Duo continued to click away on his computer, now sitting at the table.
Nagi attempted to peer over the boy�s shoulder. But Duo was a just as good, if not better computer geek then him and he couldn�t keep up. He watched as Duo changed the date on the computer, updated some sort of computer matrix and set up a search for something too rapid for Nagi to see. Then before he could see anything else, the laptop closed with a click and Duo looked over at him with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk. Nagi pulled back hastily, and blushed.
�Well,� Schuldig said. �If Farfie is calling at 5 am, it must be big. Either that or he�s lonely from lack of Nagi�s company. Considering Nagi�s kinda indisposed when it comes to computers. I think Nagi-kins would like a better look at your computer, he�s practically drooling.�
�It�s state of the art, top of the line, best money can buy or bribe where I come from.� Duo replied.
�Speaking of which, where did you come from?�
�It doesn�t matter now. What matters is if you two know the fastest way to Tokyo from here.�
�Best thing to do is to get a ride from us when we go back.�
�And that will be when?�
�If you�re up to it, later today.�
The two ex-Schwartz laughed as Duo bounced up and went in search of his clothes. Returning to the kitchen were the two ex-Schwartz still stood, he asked, he grinned.
�You mind if I take a shower?�
�No, go right on ahead,� Schuldig said with a wave of his hand.
The car ride to Tokyo was uneventful and quiet, interspersed with an odd bout of 20 Questions between Schuldig and Duo. Nagi was inspecting Duo's computer again, this time with Duo's permission, but still couldn't get past the mecha screen. It was beginning to aggravate him.
"So how old are you Duo?"
"18."
"Same age as Nagi here. I'm 25. You Japanese?"
"Japanese American."
"Nagi's full Japanese, like some friends of ours. I'm German, and we've got an Irish colleague, and an American one."
"I guessed."
"About our friends?"
"No, Nagi being Japanese and you being German. It's in your accent."
"Oh? You been around a lot of different accents?"
"Where I come from? Oh yeah. I began calling myself American when I was 11 because I was in an American . . . city. But we were all an odd mixture of all kinds of races."
"Ahh. So what do you have in Tokyo?"
"I'm looking for some people."
"You need a place to stay? You can always stay with us."
"No thank you. I can take care of myself."
When they got to Tokyo, Duo thanked them for the ride and for caring for him, and slipped from the car. They watched as he vanished into the shadows of an alley, carrying his bag and his laptop. Neither could shake the feeling that this wouldn't be the last time they saw him.
End notes: Here ya go, chapter 2!!
[1] If I knew how to make animations on a computer, I would make this. I like it. It's Duo's firewall. Poor Nagi. ::grin::