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Descent of an Angel	By : Ardra Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male > Heero/Duo Views: 3701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of the characters from it. This is purely fun, not for profit. I don't remember who they really belong to.

Chapter List
- 1-Descent of an Angel
- 2-Chapter1
- 3-Chapter 2
- 4-Chapter 3
- 5-Chapter 4
- 6-Chapter 5
- 7-Ch. 6
- 8-Ch. 7
- 9-Ch. 8
- 10-Chapter 9
- 11-Chapter 10
- 12-Chapter 11
- 13-Chapter 12
- 14-13
- 15-Ch. 14
- 16-15
- 17-ch. 16
- 18-17
- 19-18
- 14
- 15
- 16
Darkness. He liked the darkness. It made him feel more comfortable than anything else. White was too pristine and made his Obsessive tendencies go haywire with the need to keep the blank color as such. Other colors annoyed him when they were around each other, especially when they touched when it wasn't a necessity but black, the color of darkness, it was a comforting color for him. Nothing besides something white could mar something black, and even then, the white always seemed to almost fit with the darkness of the black color. The combination of black and white always made him think of Duo, and that priest outfit he used to wear during the war. He couldn't even begin to count how many hours he spent looking at the one picture he had of the braided man over the past years, and that was saying something for him. He was always good at counting things quickly.

Dark blue opened, only to scowl at the offending glare that bounced off the building before him. He had always hated the building across from Preventer's Headquarters. It always made the sun glare into his eyes. If he wanted to be blinded by sunlight, he would pull one of Duo's bone head maneuvers and stare into the burning star for hours on end. A small smile found it's way on his face at that memory. Duo had been staring at the sun for a few hours when Heero found him outside, splayed on the ground as if he were dead or sunning, just staring at the sun until he heard Heero coming. When Heero had asked why he was doing that, Duo just stared at him now before he smiled and said something about letting something else blind him with it's radiance for a little while. He hadn't known what that had meant at the time, and, truthfully, he still didn't know what it meant.

"Heero!"

The Japanese male jerked in surprise at the call of his name. He let his smile slip from his face and turned a harsh glare to where Trowa was hanging out the window of the building, looking at him as he stood on the edge of the thirty-second floor of the fifty story high sky scraper. He hadn't wanted anyone to come to him when he was out here. He was looking to get away, get away from everything and everyone. Duo had been missing for two years, and Heero had exhausted all his options of searching for the other male. He had looked every day for the past two years, and he could not find anything, not even any record of Duo even boarding that shuttle back to L2 that morning that he disappeared from all of their lives. It was infuriating, and now, two years later, the others had convinced him that Duo wouldn't be found until he wanted to be found, or he was dead. Just thinking of the other being dead was enough to send a wave of sadness down his spine. He didn't want that, not for Duo. Anyone but Duo. The former L2 orphan had been through enough in his life, he didn't deserve to be taken out of the world before anyone else could see how special and important he was.

"What?" Heero snapped at Trowa, letting his voice show his annoyance at the other.

"What the hell are you doing out here, Heero?"

"Enjoying the view." he shrugged his shoulders and looked forward again, glaring at the offending building once more.

"You don't enjoy views, Heero. You avoid them like the fucking plague. Will you come back inside, you're giving Quatra a heart attack."

Heero grunted, showing that he heard the other but he wasn't going to oblige in his wants. He didn't want to go back inside. He was tired of the office, he was tired of the looks he got from the people who were higher and lower ranked than him, like he was insane or about to kill all of them any second.

'Well, what do you expect when you talk to me during the day, dumb ass?'

Heero growled at the voice that spoke up in his head. He had been hearing this voice for years, but he always shrugged it off as weird thoughts that would run through his head, since most of the time, all it would say are things that he needed to know, but now that he didn't need to know certain things, the voice disturbed him greatly. He didn't like where it was leading and often he did catch himself talking back to it in public, especially before his fellow Preventers.

"Heero?"

Blinking out of his thoughts, Heero turned his head back to Trowa, frowning at him again, hoping that his dismissal would make the other leave him alone like it used to during the war, but, like many things he wished were like how they were, it just wasn't happening. Like Duo walking through the door any second finished with a very long mission and tired as hell. No. Duo wasn't going to come through the door anymore. Duo wasn't going to do anything anymore because Duo was-

"Heero, why are you out here?" Trowa asked again, agitating Heero a little more as the taller male ignored the urgent tugs and pleading whimpers of Quatre to climb out onto the ledge with Heero.

"I was thinking." Heero answered truthfully, glancing down at the traffic thirty-two stories below his feet before he shifted and sat at the edge, letting his feet dangle off the sides as he looked around.

"Out here?"

"Hai. I was thinking... Maybe I should just... happen to fall of this ledge."

Trowa froze at that, looking at Heero like he had sprouted another head before he shook his head at him, "You don't just happen to do anything, Heero. You do things because you have to or you want to. It will be labeled as Suicide and Homicide if you landed on someone down there."

Heero blinked at Trowa before he felt a chuckle build in his chest. He allowed the chuckle to come forth until it was a full out laugh, much like the time when Trowa laughed at him after Heero woke up after blowing himself up. It wasn't his crazed 'kill-everyone' laugh, but a true, genuine, 'someone-said-something-really-fucking-funny' laugh. Trowa tilted his head in confusion at the other, wondering what he'd done to make Heero laugh like that.

"You sound like Duo." Heero chuckled as he looked down at the traffic again.

Trowa tensed at his words before he sighed. Today marked the second anniversary of Duo's disappearance. Two years ago, today, was the last time any of them had heard or seen the American pilot. Two years ago, today, Heero had become obsessed with finding Duo again after realizing that he didn't want to be away from the other pilot. Two years ago, today, was when Heero truly opened up, only to snap closed again, returning to being the Perfect Soldier he was.

"Heero. Killing yourself wont bring him back." Trowa said, looking to the other.

"It would put me with him, wouldn't it?"

"Depends on what you believe. If Duo died on his own, then you wouldn't go with him when you killed yourself. If Duo had killed himself, then yes, you would go with him again, but we don't know if he's dead or alive, or if he killed himself or not."

Heero looked back up at the horrible building in front of him again, seeming to be thinking. He tossed that idea around in his head a little before he sighed and leaned back against the Preventer's building, looking up at the clear blue sky. Duo always liked days like this.

"So... I should find out what I can about him before I kill myself?" Heero asked.

"If that will get your ass back in this building, yes." Trowa said, frowning a little at Heero.

Heero rolled that idea in his head, too. Going back inside. He didn't want to be back in there. He hated it. He hated the desk job, he hated the missions, he hated all of it. He didn't know how much he could take of it anymore, not without Duo with him.

"I've been hearing a voice." Heero suddenly said to the sky, not seeming to care who heard him.

"A-a voice?" Trowa asked, blinking at Heero from where he was perched, shifting.

"Hai. It sounds like me, only lower, colder. I don't think it's me, but, at the same time, I think that it is."

"Have you talked to Sally about it?"

"Hn. No. I didn't want anyone to know before, but it's kind of hard for anyone to not know when I sometimes catch myself talking to it while I'm around others." Heero said, his voice sounding thick and tired.

"Heero. Come back inside."

"No."

Trowa froze, watching Heero closely before he swallowed when the other didn't move, just continued to stare up at the sky, "Why not?"

"I'm tired, Trowa. I came out here to do something and I am going to finish it."

"Heero, this isn't the answer."

"Then what is? I would love to know this." Heero snapped, now glaring harshly at Trowa, who flinched away from the look, a mistake as Heero leaned forward, closer to the edge of the platform.

"Heero, don't. Please. We've already lost Duo, we can't lose you, too."

"Why? Why am I so important to you?" Heero asked, frowning.

"Why wouldn't you be?" Trowa asked, his voice low and sounded almost hurt.

Heero stared at him for a few seconds, his vision slightly blurred from staring at the sky, but he could still make out Trowa's figure against the building. He didn't really understand why Trowa was wanting him to stick around. He wanted everything to be done with, and usually, Trowa didn't bother himself with these kind of things. A shift from inside stole Heero's attention from Trowa to the small blond inside that was watching him fearfully. Heero felt he understood now. Trowa didn't want him to do what he was thinking because it would hurt Quatre. He was in a relationship with the former Sandrock pilot, so it was logical that he didn't want anything to happen that could potentially upset or hurt the blond.

"You're right, but I also don't want anything to happen to you." Trowa said, making Heero jerk in surprise, looking at the other like he'd sprouted a third head until he realized he'd been talking out loud, "You're like a brother to me, Heero. You and Wufei. I don't want to lose any more of my brothers. I already lost Duo, I don't want to lose any more of you."

Heero listened to his words, letting them soak in before he sighed softly, "Just tell me this, Trowa."

"What?"

"Do you think he's still alive?"

"Yes, I do."

"... Me, too."

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Medication clouded blue eyes slowly cracked open, wincing as the sensitive orbs were assaulted by the purest white color he'd ever seen. Such a horrible color. Letting out a low noise, he blinked back the fogginess he felt and slowly sat up, only to grunt when binds around his arms and chest prevent him from moving more than a couple of inches. Heero laid back, remembering the last time he was in restraints like this. Just after he'd been 'talked' down from the ledge of Preventer's Headquarters. He'd been immediately surrounded, drugged and strapped down to a bed like this exactly like this.

"Brings back some memories, huh?"

Heero jerked a little, looking up from the strap, only to see a blurred green, blue and brown color. Blinking a few times, his vision cleared to show Trowa sitting in the chair beside his bed wearing a green turtle neck, a pair of blue jeans, and his phone in his hand, most likely playing one of the few games he had on it to occupy his time.

"Hn. Not really. I wasn't in a room as white as this one." Heero grumbled, looking around before he looked at Trowa, "How long have I been out?"

"Hm. A week."

"What?"

Trowa smirked as he looked up from the game on his phone to Heero, shaking his head, "You were in a coma, Heero. You almost succeeded in your little suicide attempt."

"Suicide attempt... I see..." Heero murmured, looking down at the restraints again.

"Do you remember what happened before?"

"Unfortunately... How is Duo?"

"Tired. He was here most of the time with one of us. Quatra just got him to go back to the house and relax a little."

"He was here?" Heero asked, lifting his head.

Trowa nodded, clicking his game off and pocketing his phone, "Yeah. Most of the time. We had to make him go home a few times, but he was here for the most part. You scared him."

"I bet I did... He does know that I-"

"No, I meant your suicide attempt scared him." Trowa said, frowning at the other.

"I-... what?"

"He was with us when we broke into your room. He stood there, paralyzed, as Quatra phoned for the Ambulance, Wufei collected your information and I tried to get you to throw your pills back up. I couldn't get your gag reflex to work. Duo pushed past me, turned you to face the floor and punched you in the stomach. You hurled it right up." Trowa chuckled.

"Hn. I can't believe he remembered that..."

Trowa chuckled once more as he nodded, "He seemed surprised he'd done it at first then he said you'd swallowed a round once by accident while loading your gun."

"Augh." Heero groaned, remembering that, "Yeah. Scared the crap out of the both of us. Me, because I knew that it could go off if the gunpowder reacted with the stomach acid, Duo because it was a round, nothing more. I had him punch me as hard as he could. It's the only way to get me to throw up."

"Hm. Odd that I've never seen you throw up when you were being interrogated by OZ before."

"I have to try gagging myself and then get punched in the stomach. If I don't gag first, it doesn't work."

Trowa grunted softly, nodding his head as he watched Heero before he sighed softly, "Why didn't you tell anyone that you were having trouble with the Soldier again? We could've helped you."

Grunting softly, he turned his head away, looking to the ground and shook his head, his bangs brushing agitatingly against his nose and cheek. Trowa seemed to have noticed his discomfort because the other rose from his seat and brushed his bangs from his face, letting them fall where they should then grabbed Heero's face, forcing him to look at him.

"Why didn't you tell us, Heero?"

Blue eyes bore into green ones, seeming to be looking for the answer himself as he stared back at the other. Why didn't he tell the others he was having problems still? They were working on Duo, working on getting Duo's under control and getting the other to trust all of them again. He didn't want to take away from Duo like that. It wasn't fair. Duo needed all the attention he could get in order to get better, to get over what had happened to him. Heero couldn't bother all of them with his own petty complaints, because compared to Duo, he had nothing to complain about and had it easy. Trowa stared at him for a few more seconds, as if he could read his mind before he sighed, nodding his head.

"You didn't want to take away from Duo." Trowa concluded before he shook his head, "Idiot, now we're diffidently taking away from him, aren't we?"

"I wasn't suppose to survive it. I didn't want to. I hurt him." Heero muttered, pulling his head from Trowa's grasp and glaring down at the white sheets, "I let that bastard take over again and he used all he could against Duo. He did exactly what Duo didn't need done to him. Duo spent five years being abused like that and that asshole goes and puts him in that place all over again by hitting him! Why can't he just fucking go away? I don't fucking need him anymore and I don't understand why he wont just-"

"Heero!"

The Japanese male winced, his breathing now harsh and quick as he suddenly found himself worked into a panic attack.

"Heero, focus. How many tiles on the ceiling?"

"Thirteen."(13) Heero rasped out without even hesitating.

"On the floor?"

"Seventy-Nine."(79)

"How many windows?"

"Four."

"How many fingers and toes in this room?"

"Eighty."(80)

"How many if the others were here?"

"Two hundred."(200)

"Add them together."

"Five hundred Seventy-six."(576)

"Divide by five."

"One hundred fifteen point two."(115.2)

"Add how many lines in the Zero System Mainframe."

"Seven hundred eighty-nine thousand nine hundred forty-five point two."(789,945.2)

"Divide by pi."

"Two hundred fifty-one thousand five hundred seventy-four point nine zero four four five eight five nine eight seven."(251,574.9044585987)

"Better?"

Heero leaned back into the bed, taking a deep breath as he nodded, "Hai. Thank you, Trowa."

"No problem. We need to come up with a better number sequence. That was a long point value."

Heero nodded, "It can't be the same every time, though."

"I know. Relax. I already called Walter and informed him of everything that had happened."

Heero tensed for a second before he scowled at the bed sheets, "Great."

"Don't worry. He says that he will just add another medication and up one of your other ones."

"Even better." Heero grunted sarcastically.

Trowa chuckled a little as he watched Heero then shifted a little, "Larium's dead."

Heero blinked at the other, "What?"

"Duncan Larium, the man who put Duo in that room that snapped him out of his little... daze... he was found dead in his car, bullet to the brain a week ago."

Heero stared at Trowa for a minute before he grunted, looking forward, "Good. Bastard."

Trowa snorted, shaking his head before he leaned his elbow on the arm of his chair, "Something's not right about this, Heero. There's something going on that we don't know about and I think Duo does know what it is."

"You're not interrogating him." Heero growled.

"He might be in danger, Heero. Would you rather him be uncomfortable for a few minutes or dead?"

"I rather neither of them. He's finally starting to trust us, Trowa, and you're going to take that away."

"I know, but we can't keep going blindly like we have been. We have to know what we're up against."

"I don't think Duo knows anything. They kept him in a small room with no one else in it. I doubt that he would know anything."

"I've heard differently, Heero."

"Huh?"

"Trust me. I wont let anything happen to Duo, you know that."

"Now that is something I can't be sure of."

Trowa blinked in hurt at the other's words, "You don't trust me?"

"I didn't say that. I said I don't know if you can prevent anything from happening to Duo, especially if he runs off again."

"He wont run away."

"How do you know?"

"Trust me. I have to go now. Walter will be here in a little while. Try not to kill him with that Death Glare of yours."

"Che." Heero grunted, shaking his head as Trowa ruffled his hair, "Aurg! Don't do that! Trowa!"

Trowa chuckled as he quickly left the room as Heero's mused hair fell into his face, tickling his nose and his cheeks again. Heero grumbled as the other left. He leaned back into the bed once more, looking up at the ceiling, letting his mind wander a little bit as he watched shadows stretch over the ceiling from the tree outside and the moving sun. He didn't know nor did he really care how long he'd been there before he heard the door open.

"You're late." Heero murmured, thinking it was Walter.

"Didn't know you were expecting me." a smooth voice hissed in his ear.

Heero jerked away from the voice, blinking when something was pressed over his face. He let out a muffled shout as he pulled at his restraints too late as the smell of the chloroform took over his senses, making the edge of his vision start to fade as he committed the image of the tall, blond haired man in a neatly pressed suit to memory just before he couldn't remember anything else.

Watching the Japanese male fall into unconsciousness before him, the man removed the rag and placed it back into his jacket pocket. He glanced around the room before he moved to the door, knocking on it twice. From behind the door, two large men in nursing scrubs came into the room and began to get the bed ready then popped the locks off the breaks. They set Heero up and covered him up to look like he was a patient being transported, and to hide the restraints, as they wheeled the bed out of the room. The man in the suit watched them carefully before he flipped open his black phone and pressed the '2' on the keypad, pressing it to his ear.

"Go ahead." the voice on the other end rasped out a little.

"We have Yuy. We're on the way. E.T.A. is half an hour."

"Good. Have 'R' spring 'S' and report back, 'T'." the voice said, it sounded stronger now.

"Yes, my lord. Anything else?"

"Make sure Maxwell knows we have his boyfriend soon. I want him back in my possession before the end of the week."

"It will be done, my Lord." the man said before he flipped the phone closed with a final click.

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Author's Note: Well, what did you all think? Sorry about the numbers, I have always seen Heero as a Mathematician, so I had to have something math related to be something that would calm him down. I know, it's kinda short this round but I will post a longer one next time, I promise.

The numbers in the parenthesis are for people, like me, who are visual people when it comes to numbers. Reading numbers and trying to think of how big that number really is gives me a headache, and I'm sure there are other people who this happens to, so I put that there for all us visual peoples.
- 14
- 15
- 16
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