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DRAGON BAIT	By : Minako Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8693 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-DRAGON BAIT
- 2-DRAGON BAIT CH2
- 3-DRAGON BAIT CH3
- 4-DRAGON BAIT CH4
- 5-five
- 6-six
- 7-chapter seven
- 8-eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-eleven
- 12-twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 15
- 16
Chapter Sixteen
Duo didn*t get Trieze back to St. Toby*s by the noonday meal after all, but the fault was his own: he insisted on traveling the rest of the way to the clearing where Duo had originally told him Heero would be.

While his common sense warned him that Trieze would find the Inquisitor*s body where they*d left her, he*d been unable to bring himself to say anything. *Just in case..* he thought to himself. Just in case, hope against hope, she wasn*t really dead and had returned home to Griswold. That was downright stupid. Just in case animals had gotten to the body and carried it off. He couldn*t brind himself to think they*d eat it then and there. Just in case Heero had had the foresight to remove the evidence. Almost as stupid as hoping Dorothy wasn*t really dead.

Of course the body was still there.

He hung back, unwilling to approach within clear sight, while Trieze crouched beside it. He didn*t have to look long to determine what had happened. "Your dragon friend do this?"

"Yes. He was trying to protect me."

Trieze didn*t say any of the things he could have said. Instead he told him, "It*s indecent to leave her body out like this." So, since they had no tools to dig a proper grave, they gathered stones and pile them atop her, like the old pagan burial cairns which dotted the countryside. It wasn*t the Christian rite, but he hoped it was sufficient to set her soul-if she still had one-to rest.

By the time they returned to St. Toby*s-hungry, tired, hands and backs sore, fingernails torn and filthy- the villagers had obviously begun to worry about Trieze*s disappearance during the night and were setting out to search for him. Duo saw the look on the face of the first person who recognized him despite the dirt and girl*s clothing, and after that kept his face down. He had thought that it would be easier this time, that-having lived through the past four days-nothing could reach him and nothing could frighten him.

It wasn*t easier.

Their hate still tore at his heart.

He was terrified all over again. *Heero...I wish you were here.*

Members of the search party, fresh and eager to spread the news, hurried back to St. Toby*s so that when he and Trieze reached the center of the village, everyone was there, waiting. Trieze, pleased to be the center of attention, had refused to answer any questions along the way. Now, standing with thumbs hooded self-importantly around his belt, he waited for total silence before announcing, "He has something to say."

Trieze had kept his part of the bargain, had proved to be more loyal than Heero. Which tore at his heart. But he didn*t have to give them any more than the least. "It was true." Duo said, never looking up, "everything everybody said about me. Then I came back with magic and lies against Trieze and his family."

There was a moment of silence, Trieze expecting more, the villagers taking in what Duo already said.

"The broken wheels....." Trieze prompted.

"My doing."

"My wife and daughter..."

"Bewitched. I made an image of myself and put it with Relena*s things so you*d blame her for what I did myself."

The crowd was beginning to murmur an stir.

Trieze was getting annoyed with this lack of cooperation masking as cooperation. "Tell them about that Inquisitor from Griswold."

"Dead. My doing also. I bewitched the dragon, too, got him to take on human shape to help me hurt you. That*s why I came back."

A voice from the crowd said, "That doesn*t sound like you, Duo." Edward*s mother.

Duo jerked his head up.

Too late.

Four days too late.

Duo pretended the movement had simply been the first part of a shrug. If he didn*t let himself believe, they couldn*t hurt him. He refused to look up again, answered their questions as briefly as possible, freely took the blame for every ill imagined or real which had befallen the village for the past fifteen years. *There,* he thought at Trieze. *There.* He even let him take credit for ridding the village of the dragon. "I killed it," Trieze claimed. "It won*t be bothering us again," and he let even that pass.

For all that he agreed to everything they said, it took all the afternoon and into the evening for the villagers to decide, as Duo had known they would, that it was up to them to carry out the sentence the murdered Dorothy had decreed. The only difference was that this time the method must be more certain. Another stake was fashioned and set up in full view of the village. Wood was gathered, torches made. *This is what I deserve.* Duo told himself as he let them lead him to the stake, as he put his back to it before they could force him to. Maybe his death would be sufficient repayment for causing Dorothy*s death in his quest for revenge. But he couldn*t bear to watch their faces as they set the kindling about him and called for rope. He set his gaze above their heads, beyond the people to the homes and buildings of the village itself.

And that was when he saw the wizard from the glen, lurking at the edge of the crowd. He wasn*t alone though. Behind him stood a man with his arms wrapped possessively around him

*It can*t be Malik..* He told himself until Malik noticed him looking at him and gave a malicious grin and raised his index finger to his lips. As if telling Duo to keep quite. Like he would have rat him out if he got the change.

*What is he doing here?*

Finally Duo figured that Malik had come here simply to watch him burn. But what startled Duo the most was when the man holding Malik eyes went from brown to blood red.

*It can*t be... This isn*t real.*

Malik really had sold his soul to the king of shadows.

Duo watched as the two came closer and closer, the man with long white hair elbowing people aside to stand next to Une in the circle of those closest to the stake. But then Trieze came through the crowd also, with the rope to tie Duo, but instead of closing his eyes Duo kept them locked with the lavender ones of the beautiful wizard.

Malik and, Duo presumed, the king of shadow*s smiled wickedly when there was a loud scream of fear.

Before Duo had a chance to do anything, he was knocked to the ground, falling into the still-unlit bundles of kindling. The stake, which had broken with a sharp crack, landed on top of him, knocking the breath out of him. By the time he could see straight , the villagers were fleeing, screaming in terror, Une was knocked to the ground by the young wizard who was still watching Duo with a gleeful _expression. With a wink Malik pointed up to the sky, confusing Duo greatly. Just as Duo got up onto his hands and knees, a blast of wind flattened him again. His forearms were seized and he was lifted up, up into the air.

But then Heero swooped low, so that he could see Trieze staggering groggily, too confused to look up. Heero dipped so low that Duo*s dangling legs almost dragged on the ground. The rush of air from his wings caused Trieze to lose his footing again. He fell, sitting, and Heero circled again, close enough that Duo could see in Trieze*s eyes the moment he realized what was happening, could see him brace himself for the death he was sure was coming.

Which didn*t come.

Once Heero again took to the air he let out one of his loud bird like cries. Duo*s head jerked back when there was a returning call to see a large black dragon now rearing to the air, turning its head to spit flames at the buildings nearest to it. Heero circled the village again, swooping in close, his wings pulled in tight so that he hurtled between their houses, Duo*s feet just barely clearing the street.

He roared, sending flames shooting down the street, licking at the heels of the fleeing villagers. Closer. Closer. Then at the last moment, up and above their heads.

Again he returned to the stake, fallen and abandoned near the black dragon. This time he roared directly at it, and the brittle wood burst into flame whose heat Duo could feel on his legs as they passed over.

Trieze had almost reached the edge of the village when Heero caught up. He breathed a crescent of flame to block the wheelwright*s way, close enough that Trieze*s eyebrows were probably singed. Trieze turned.

Then, with Trieze watching, Heero breathed fire. Not at Trieze, but at the tinshop Trieze had fought so hard to possess. For a moment, Duo felt an overwhelming sense of loss for his childhood home.

But only for a moment.

He had seen last night that it was no longer his. He felt nothing as Heero shot over Trieze*s head and carried him up higher into the air. When looking down Duo saw that the black dragon was doing most of the damage, trying to destroy everything in its sight. Heero gave a loud cry and the other turned its head in his direction before spreading its wings and taking off to the sky after him. Following Heero and Duo into the darkness of the surrounding night.

After flying long enough that Duo*s arms were beginning to ache, Heero let him drop.

He landed flat on his back on the ground that was prickly but bouncy. A haystack, he realized, probably the same one he*d dropped him into that first night. He*d given up trying to keep track of how often he*d been knocked down or fallen over in the past day-he probably couldn*t count that high anyway. Heero skidded to a stop beside him, transforming to human shape even before the shower of hay settled. He grabbed him by the shoulders, forcing him to sit up, looking intently at him as though searching for something in his face. Duo saw that his right wrist was almost entirely healed: the left had no mark of the shackle at all. He remembered how Heero had refereed to human bodies as being fragile, and considered, once again, that dragons lived for hundreds of years. It wasn*t fair of him to wish Heero was human just because he was.

"Heero...thank you for rescuing me. Again." said Duo.

Eventually Heero let go of his shoulders. Eventually he said, "You*re welcome."

The moonlight glinted on Heero*s shaggy brown mane as it blew lightly in the wind.

"So," Heero said in a voice which gave no clue to his thoughts, "does this mean no more revenge?"

"No more revenge."

Heero continued to look at him without saying anything.

"I didn*t like it," Duo said, shivering from the wind. "I felt worse after than before. And I*m very, very sorry Dorothy died."

No reaction at all.

"I assume it works out better for you," he asked, "when you get revenge on those who hurt you?"

Heero*s eyes narrowed and his nostril*s flared. But he was the one who looked away first. He sighed, shaking his head, probably more at Duo than in answer to his statement. "Do you want to go back?" the dragon-youth asked.

He thought about it. But then he said, "No. They*ll never be able to forgive me."

Heero looked amused at the thought that he could be concerned with forgiveness. "Then," he said, "is there some other place you*d like me to bring you?"

Now Duo sighed. "There were several kind people in Griswold who were willing to take me on. I may go back there." Duo sighed again. "Or, I could find a new place entirely. I don*t think that*s as impossible as I used to think it was."

"Ah," Heero said in that knowing way of his.

Duo rested his head against Heero*s shoulder.

"Or," Heero said, not quite looking at him, "you could stay with me."

Startled, Duo tried to gauge Heero*s sincerity from his bland _expression. Aware of hundred of reasons why it wouldn*t work, he asked, "Do you mean it?"

Heero paused to consider. "Perhaps," he said.

"I see," Duo answered.

The dragon-youth took a deep breath. "Yes." He said it quickly and decisively. "Yes, I mean it."

"Well, then," Duo said as he yanked Heero down to lay over him, "in that case, I will."

End Ch.16.
Author Note- Originaly the story ends here but seeing how I haven't done the lemon scene or explained why Bakura and Malik were at Duo's burning yet I will be adding another chater as soon as possilbe.
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