Elorin Legacy: Finding Love
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
826
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1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Late Night
Late Night
Title: Late Night
Part: 2/7
Author: Kris Ice
E-Mail: wknightmare@yahoo.com
Pairings: 1 + 2
Warnings: angst, yaoi, AU
Disclaimer: The characters and their world don't belong to me.
Explosions tore through the still night as Duo took out his frustrations on the hapless Oz mobile suits. How could Heero have refused to be his partner on this mission? It was the first time he had been able to see the perfect soldier in a long time and he had turned down a chance to work together again. So here he was in the middle of nowhere helping WuFei blow up a secret OZ base when he'd rather be home seducing Heero.
"Duo!" WuFei called over the comsystem, "Watch your back, they're trying to surround you."
"I hear ya Wu-man," Duo called back, secretly pleased that WuFei had started to call him by his first name. Duo sighed, if only he didn't love Heero so much . . . Besides, he had more fun driving the Chinese pilot nuts. Grinning, he started plotting his next prank. Far too many suits later, Duo found his mind going numb and it took all his concentration just to plot his next move.
WuFei cursed and decapitated yet another Leo. Things were going from bad to worse. He noticed that Duo had taken the same tactic of standing and fighting that he had rather than try to fight his way closer to the base. Completing the mission didn't seem to matter all that much anymore. Right now, it was all they could do to survive from one moment to the next. Somehow, the OZ troops had managed to hold them off until their reinforcements arrived. Emboldened by their greater numbers, they swarmed over two Gundams, making escape impossible. WuFei had sent out a mayday to the other pilots, but it was one chance in a million that they would receive it in time, since Quatre and Trowa were on the other side of the world and Heero was most likely asleep since it was well after midnight. Still, some hope was better than none.
Duo gritted his teeth as multiple blasts slammed into his Gundam from opposite sides, knocking him about like a rag doll. He was going to be one big bruise when this was over with. Duo gritted his teeth and concentrated on the enemy before him. He grinned in triumph as the mobile suit fell, only to sigh in exasperation as two more stepped forward to keep him from getting enough room to blast free. He saw a flash of movement of to his left and turned a split second too late. A crippled Leo had managed to raise it's rifle and had fired at him from point blank range. He felt a flash of relief that Heero did chose to sit this one out. At least the Perfect Soldier wasn't there to see him die. He closed his eyes as he was engulfed in burning light.
WuFei whirled, trying to break free of the impenetrable circle of suits that had formed around him. No matter how many he managed to fell, more stepped forward to take their place. For a moment, he wondered where OZ found that many suicide troops. Soon, he was too busy reacting to worry about anything besides staying alive. He fought to keep his balance when a Leo broke from the circle to crash into him from behind, trying to knock him down to make him into easy prey. Cursing, he thrust backward with his staff, blowing a hole through the suit's midsection. He gasped, enjoying a brief moment of peace as the suit exploded behind him before throwing himself back into the fray. A glint off to his right caused him to look up. "Duo!" he screamed as the blast from a downed Leo engulfed the oblivious Deathcythe. Moments later, the wrath of heaven fell upon the hapless OZ soldiers in the form of Wing.
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Heero stood before Duo's closed door, unwilling to see the battered, broken body of his partner that lay unmoving on the bed within. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to leave. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the crippled Leo raising it's rifle, heard WuFei's desperate scream echoed closely by his own, and saw the blood splattered cockpit of Deathcythe. He had been mere moments late. A few seconds, and now the lively, animated braided pilot lay in a coma. He blinked his eyes open, startled by the sudden burning sensation gathering behind them. He scrubbed his hand over them and was surprised when it came away wet.
"Heero?" WuFei called as he approached the silent soldier, his heart twisting at the agony on the silent soldier's face. "You need to get some p, Heeroeero," the dark-haired pilot continued, concerned. "There is nothing left for us to do." WuFei cursed his lack of eloquence, but hoped that Heero would understand.
Heero looked at the other pilot and nodded as he turned to walk toward his room. He knew that there was no way he could sleep, but working on his laptop might distract him. He paused and looked back one last time, longing to go to his friend's side. To the Japanese pilot's surprise, WuFei was staring at the door with a mixture of worry and guilt. Puzzled, Heero frowned and continued down the hall. He paused in front of his door for a moment before reaching for the knob. His hand encountered something more than the cold metal he expected. Curious, he reached out and found a bow of black silk tied around his doorknob. Tears filled his eyes again as he recognized it as one of Duo's hair ties. Unable to face the emptiness of his room, he walkn ton to the kitchen, thinking a cup of tea might help. However, when he opened the cabinet to get a glass, the first one his hand encountered was Duo's brightly colored 'Don't forget the Magic!' mug. He lowered his now shaking hand and collapsed at the table. What the hell had he been thinking letting Duo go off like that? He had broken his long-standing, unspoken promise to his partner. He hadn't been there to watch Duo's back.
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WuFei wandered aimlessly through the safehouse, restless from the tension in the air. Trowa and Quatre were still gone on a mission, and Duo lay comatose in his bed. Heero, WuFei was sure, was probably asleep, unaffected by the subtle uneasiness that had the Chinese boy traveling the abandoned halls. Finally, his sojourn brought him to the kitchen. He was about to pass by the open door, when a soft sound from within caught his attention. What he saw when he entered the darkened kitchen, he would not soon forget. Heero sat at the table, staring down at something he clenched tightly in his hands, but that wasn't what unnerved WuFei so badly. Tears slowly ran down the perfect soldier's face. "Heero?" he called, disturbed and concerned about his friend's abnormal behavior.
Heero glanced up, not bothering to answer the unspoken question, then looked down again.
"Heero, are you alright?" WuFei asked as he stepped closer. He gasped when he saw what Heero clasped in his white knuckled grip. It was one of the scraps of black satin Duo used for hair ties.
"I wasn't there," Heero whispered abruptly. "I wasn't there to watch his back," he continued, his voice flat and emotionless, at odds with the tears that continued to fall from his haunted Prussian eyes.
WuFei bit his lip, unsure of what to say. With a heavy sigh, he slipped into the chair next to Wing's pilot, feeling that Heero needed to talk.
"Damn it, why wasn't I there? I told him I would always be there to watch his back," Heero hissed, clutching the ragged strip of black satin tighter.
Acting on instinct, WuFei pulled the crying boy close, not knowing what else to do for the Wing pilot.
Heero turned into the unexpected support and let himself cry into WuFei's white shirt, seeming not to care that he was breaking down in front of one of his fellow pilots.
WuFei cradled the sobbing soldier and let him cry himself out. The night took on a surreal quality as he stared into the darkness, murmuring soothing phrases as he rubbed the small of Heero's back. Who would've thought that *Heero* would ever be crying on his shoulder?
Slowly, Heero regained control and pulled himself away from WuFei's soaked shoulder. "Arigato," he whispered, dragging a hand across his eyes.
"Here," WuFei offered, holding out a soft cloth that he sometimes used to polish his sword.
Heero hesitated for a moment, then accepted the scrap of cloth and the offer of friendship that came with it. They sat in silence for a moment before Heero held out the damp cloth. "Thank you," he whispered again with a faint grin.
"You're welcome," WuFei answered softly, accepting the scrap back. As he stood to leave, he turned back to Heero. "If you never tell him, you might loose him," he offered softly, then walked away, knowing that Heero would understand what he was trying to tell him.
Heero watched as WuFei walked through the door, then looked down at the scrap of black satin he clutched in his hand. The Chinese pilot had given him a lot to think about. "WuFei," he called softly, hoping the other pilot would hear him. When the younger pilot ducked back in the door with a curious expression on his face, Heero allowed a faint smile to curve his lips. "Do you have a minute?"
WuFei smiled back and sat back down in the chair he had so recently vacated. "All the time you need," he answered.
"I'm not sure what to say," Heero began.
"Descibe him," WuFei ordered.
"What?" Heero asked, puzzled.
"Describe Duo to me," WuFei clarified.
Heero started to protest, but decided to go along with the other boy. "When I look at him, I see..." Heero frowned, searching for a way to put the feelings he didn't understand into words. "I see...pain hidden under laughter. Cynicalism under optimism. I see...someone who's beautiful, and knows it. I see someone who's been through the fires of hell and I want to protect him."
WuFei smiled, standing up. "I think you've found your answer, Heero. Follow your heart."
Heero watched the younger pilot glide out of the kitchen, then unclenched his hand to stare at the scrap of black he held. He nodded and stood, shoving the precious strip of fabric into his pocket. It was time to follow his feelings. If he could only figure out how.
Title: Late Night
Part: 2/7
Author: Kris Ice
E-Mail: wknightmare@yahoo.com
Pairings: 1 + 2
Warnings: angst, yaoi, AU
Disclaimer: The characters and their world don't belong to me.
Explosions tore through the still night as Duo took out his frustrations on the hapless Oz mobile suits. How could Heero have refused to be his partner on this mission? It was the first time he had been able to see the perfect soldier in a long time and he had turned down a chance to work together again. So here he was in the middle of nowhere helping WuFei blow up a secret OZ base when he'd rather be home seducing Heero.
"Duo!" WuFei called over the comsystem, "Watch your back, they're trying to surround you."
"I hear ya Wu-man," Duo called back, secretly pleased that WuFei had started to call him by his first name. Duo sighed, if only he didn't love Heero so much . . . Besides, he had more fun driving the Chinese pilot nuts. Grinning, he started plotting his next prank. Far too many suits later, Duo found his mind going numb and it took all his concentration just to plot his next move.
WuFei cursed and decapitated yet another Leo. Things were going from bad to worse. He noticed that Duo had taken the same tactic of standing and fighting that he had rather than try to fight his way closer to the base. Completing the mission didn't seem to matter all that much anymore. Right now, it was all they could do to survive from one moment to the next. Somehow, the OZ troops had managed to hold them off until their reinforcements arrived. Emboldened by their greater numbers, they swarmed over two Gundams, making escape impossible. WuFei had sent out a mayday to the other pilots, but it was one chance in a million that they would receive it in time, since Quatre and Trowa were on the other side of the world and Heero was most likely asleep since it was well after midnight. Still, some hope was better than none.
Duo gritted his teeth as multiple blasts slammed into his Gundam from opposite sides, knocking him about like a rag doll. He was going to be one big bruise when this was over with. Duo gritted his teeth and concentrated on the enemy before him. He grinned in triumph as the mobile suit fell, only to sigh in exasperation as two more stepped forward to keep him from getting enough room to blast free. He saw a flash of movement of to his left and turned a split second too late. A crippled Leo had managed to raise it's rifle and had fired at him from point blank range. He felt a flash of relief that Heero did chose to sit this one out. At least the Perfect Soldier wasn't there to see him die. He closed his eyes as he was engulfed in burning light.
WuFei whirled, trying to break free of the impenetrable circle of suits that had formed around him. No matter how many he managed to fell, more stepped forward to take their place. For a moment, he wondered where OZ found that many suicide troops. Soon, he was too busy reacting to worry about anything besides staying alive. He fought to keep his balance when a Leo broke from the circle to crash into him from behind, trying to knock him down to make him into easy prey. Cursing, he thrust backward with his staff, blowing a hole through the suit's midsection. He gasped, enjoying a brief moment of peace as the suit exploded behind him before throwing himself back into the fray. A glint off to his right caused him to look up. "Duo!" he screamed as the blast from a downed Leo engulfed the oblivious Deathcythe. Moments later, the wrath of heaven fell upon the hapless OZ soldiers in the form of Wing.
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Heero stood before Duo's closed door, unwilling to see the battered, broken body of his partner that lay unmoving on the bed within. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to leave. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the crippled Leo raising it's rifle, heard WuFei's desperate scream echoed closely by his own, and saw the blood splattered cockpit of Deathcythe. He had been mere moments late. A few seconds, and now the lively, animated braided pilot lay in a coma. He blinked his eyes open, startled by the sudden burning sensation gathering behind them. He scrubbed his hand over them and was surprised when it came away wet.
"Heero?" WuFei called as he approached the silent soldier, his heart twisting at the agony on the silent soldier's face. "You need to get some p, Heeroeero," the dark-haired pilot continued, concerned. "There is nothing left for us to do." WuFei cursed his lack of eloquence, but hoped that Heero would understand.
Heero looked at the other pilot and nodded as he turned to walk toward his room. He knew that there was no way he could sleep, but working on his laptop might distract him. He paused and looked back one last time, longing to go to his friend's side. To the Japanese pilot's surprise, WuFei was staring at the door with a mixture of worry and guilt. Puzzled, Heero frowned and continued down the hall. He paused in front of his door for a moment before reaching for the knob. His hand encountered something more than the cold metal he expected. Curious, he reached out and found a bow of black silk tied around his doorknob. Tears filled his eyes again as he recognized it as one of Duo's hair ties. Unable to face the emptiness of his room, he walkn ton to the kitchen, thinking a cup of tea might help. However, when he opened the cabinet to get a glass, the first one his hand encountered was Duo's brightly colored 'Don't forget the Magic!' mug. He lowered his now shaking hand and collapsed at the table. What the hell had he been thinking letting Duo go off like that? He had broken his long-standing, unspoken promise to his partner. He hadn't been there to watch Duo's back.
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WuFei wandered aimlessly through the safehouse, restless from the tension in the air. Trowa and Quatre were still gone on a mission, and Duo lay comatose in his bed. Heero, WuFei was sure, was probably asleep, unaffected by the subtle uneasiness that had the Chinese boy traveling the abandoned halls. Finally, his sojourn brought him to the kitchen. He was about to pass by the open door, when a soft sound from within caught his attention. What he saw when he entered the darkened kitchen, he would not soon forget. Heero sat at the table, staring down at something he clenched tightly in his hands, but that wasn't what unnerved WuFei so badly. Tears slowly ran down the perfect soldier's face. "Heero?" he called, disturbed and concerned about his friend's abnormal behavior.
Heero glanced up, not bothering to answer the unspoken question, then looked down again.
"Heero, are you alright?" WuFei asked as he stepped closer. He gasped when he saw what Heero clasped in his white knuckled grip. It was one of the scraps of black satin Duo used for hair ties.
"I wasn't there," Heero whispered abruptly. "I wasn't there to watch his back," he continued, his voice flat and emotionless, at odds with the tears that continued to fall from his haunted Prussian eyes.
WuFei bit his lip, unsure of what to say. With a heavy sigh, he slipped into the chair next to Wing's pilot, feeling that Heero needed to talk.
"Damn it, why wasn't I there? I told him I would always be there to watch his back," Heero hissed, clutching the ragged strip of black satin tighter.
Acting on instinct, WuFei pulled the crying boy close, not knowing what else to do for the Wing pilot.
Heero turned into the unexpected support and let himself cry into WuFei's white shirt, seeming not to care that he was breaking down in front of one of his fellow pilots.
WuFei cradled the sobbing soldier and let him cry himself out. The night took on a surreal quality as he stared into the darkness, murmuring soothing phrases as he rubbed the small of Heero's back. Who would've thought that *Heero* would ever be crying on his shoulder?
Slowly, Heero regained control and pulled himself away from WuFei's soaked shoulder. "Arigato," he whispered, dragging a hand across his eyes.
"Here," WuFei offered, holding out a soft cloth that he sometimes used to polish his sword.
Heero hesitated for a moment, then accepted the scrap of cloth and the offer of friendship that came with it. They sat in silence for a moment before Heero held out the damp cloth. "Thank you," he whispered again with a faint grin.
"You're welcome," WuFei answered softly, accepting the scrap back. As he stood to leave, he turned back to Heero. "If you never tell him, you might loose him," he offered softly, then walked away, knowing that Heero would understand what he was trying to tell him.
Heero watched as WuFei walked through the door, then looked down at the scrap of black satin he clutched in his hand. The Chinese pilot had given him a lot to think about. "WuFei," he called softly, hoping the other pilot would hear him. When the younger pilot ducked back in the door with a curious expression on his face, Heero allowed a faint smile to curve his lips. "Do you have a minute?"
WuFei smiled back and sat back down in the chair he had so recently vacated. "All the time you need," he answered.
"I'm not sure what to say," Heero began.
"Descibe him," WuFei ordered.
"What?" Heero asked, puzzled.
"Describe Duo to me," WuFei clarified.
Heero started to protest, but decided to go along with the other boy. "When I look at him, I see..." Heero frowned, searching for a way to put the feelings he didn't understand into words. "I see...pain hidden under laughter. Cynicalism under optimism. I see...someone who's beautiful, and knows it. I see someone who's been through the fires of hell and I want to protect him."
WuFei smiled, standing up. "I think you've found your answer, Heero. Follow your heart."
Heero watched the younger pilot glide out of the kitchen, then unclenched his hand to stare at the scrap of black he held. He nodded and stood, shoving the precious strip of fabric into his pocket. It was time to follow his feelings. If he could only figure out how.