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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
- 16
- 17
- 18
"T-wa."

The darkness was comfortable, almost welcoming but there was a far away sound that kept bugging him in the middle of his comfort. He didn't want to wake up from his sleep, or what he percieved as sleeping.

"Trowa!"

That noise again. He couldn't stand it disturbing him. Swimming out of the darkness, emerald green eyes slowly opened to see he was in a dimly lit room, only one light that was above his head. Moving his body a little, he found himself strapped to a chair with a three inch thick line of rope. It looked like rope used on sailing ships, or old pirate movie rope. He started to pull against the ropes, only to wince as the rope gave him a slight bit of a burn on his upper arm.

"Trowa."

Trowa turned to the call of his name, careening his neck to see, slightly beside him, also tied the same way to a chair, was Quatra. The blond looked at Trowa worriedly, blood dribbling down the sides of his lip from where it was cut open by a blow to the face. His hair was dirty, his clothes were ripped, telling Trowa that the small blond didn't go down without a fight.

"Quatra? What are you doing here?"

Quatra shook his head, looking torn before he spat out a mouthfull of blood in front of him before he straightened back in his chair a little.

"I don't know. I was coming home from my meeting, and before we could fully pull into the driveway, my driver stopped. When he didn't explain right away, I got out and found Arashi with his throat slit beside the car. I barely put up a fight. Duo attacked me from behind, as if he was going to kill me…"

Trowa stared at Quatra for a little bit before he swallowed, "Duo attacked me, too. He knocked me out."

"Same here." Came a grumbling voice beyond Quatra.

Trowa strained his eyes to see Wufei beside Quatra. He didn't look any better than the blond heir. His face was blue in some places, one of his eyes were swollen shut with a horrendious blue bruise already forming on it. His face and shirt were covered in blood from a broken nose.

"Duo attacked you, too?" Trowa asked softly.

"When I got back to the compound. That call from the Commander was a fake. She knew nothing about any new reqruits, and sent me back to the mansion. I saw Arashi dead in the drive way and went on the defensive, but it wasn't enough as Duo vaulted over the cars, like a fucking cat, and tackled me to the ground. I fought back the best I could, but I am ashamed to admit that I didn't put my best effort into my defense because it was Duo. I don't get what's going on. Maxwell was working with these people the whole time?"

"Well… not the whole time."

The three tensed as a smooth, but older sounding voice said from the shadows, where they couldn't see them. Trowa tilted his head, thinking before it was like everything came crashing down around him as he recognized the voice.

"Pagen?" Trowa asked softly, straining his eyes in the dark but that proved unnecissary as Pagen stepped into the light.

The man looked, as he always did, old, worn out, and mild mannered. His suit, like the suit of the man who was at the door when Trowa opened it, was pressed and ironed properly, as if he were going on a very important meeting.

"Pagen? You're behind all of this?" Wufei demanded.

"No, Mr. Chang. I am merely here to over see."

"Over see what?" Quatra demanded, fronwing, "What did you do to Duo?"

"for the five years that we've had Mr. Maxwell in our custody, we trained him." Pagen said, his hands finding refuge in his pockets.

"Trained him?" Trowa asked.

"Yes. You see, the human mind is so easy to break under the right circumstances."

The four flinched as all the lights were suddenly thrown on, illuminating the whole room. Trowa looked around as his eyes adjusted to the sudden light. There were dozens of men, all dressed like Pagen, standing around them, as well as large, bullish thugs, like the ones Trowa remembered capturing as a Preventer before they found Duo. Trowa turned his head to the other side to see Heero was still unconcious, strapped to the chair, not by rope like the rest of them, but metal cuffs made into the chair that looked to be made of the same metal.

"Where's Duo?" Wufei demanded, glaring at Pagen.

"He is here." Pagen said, turning to show the small, frail looking young man that was Duo, standing with his arms in front of him, head bowed as if ashamed and trembling like a leaf.

"What did you do to him?" Quatra demanded, tears filling his eyes then sliding down the side of his face as he looked at the sight before him.

"It's quite a story, that. You see, in the five years that we worked on Mr. Maxwell's training, we could not get him to obey us like he was suppose to. Every time we would get close to getting what we needed from him, it was like he could suddenly see someone else that would tell prevent him from listening to us, blocking all our attempts."

"Solo…" Trowa muttered softly.

"Yes, the name Solo had been uttered for a long time. It wasn't until Agent S went to try one last option on him to get him to co-operate when all the answers suddenly became clear. To keep his mind from breaking down while we used sensory deprevation on him, he instinctively created, what some psychologists call a 'Imaginary Friend.' This 'friend' of Maxwells, made sure he kept his wits about him, and made it almost impossible for us to break him further. So, we allowed you four to take him, in hopes we could continue."

"Continue?" Trowa asked, frowning deeply at Pagen who turned his head to look at Duo.

"We'd hoped you would send him to a Mental Institution in hopes of helping him regain his former self, but what we didn't expect was for Mr. Yuy to follow him there, but it plaied out into our plans perfectly, despite the set back. Mr. Maxwell became docile, calm and felt safe with Yuy around, and Solo was slowly starting to fade away."

"That's when Duo started singing again…" Quatra muttered softly, remembering the reports on Duo from the nurses.

"Precisely. With Yuy around, Mr. Maxwell felt safe enough to start weining himself off the dependance that he had for Solo, so, when the time was right, we sent one of our agents into the Institute to force the process forward."

"That's why you locked him in that room…"

Everyone's head snapped around to see Heero was now awake, looking livid from where he was still strapped to the chair. Depsite the surprise, Pagen continued with his story.

"Exactly. With that last episode of Deprivation, Duo's subconcious couldn't keep hold of Solo anymore, and Solo was gone. It worked perfectly into our plans, especially after you all took him out of the Institute and gave him a computer. We decided to use something that none of you would notice to be us training him."

"What?" Wufei demanded, frowning deeply.

"His music… You all trained him to react to cues from the music he listened to." Heero said, sounding almost breathless as his anger built.

"Precisely. It was very easy, really. It worked better than any of our old techniques, even letting the men have their turns with him. It was something so simple that broke him and allowed us to keep his training going. His love for you, Mr. Yuy. His trust and love of your allowed him to start pushing away from Solo just enough to where we could push him a little further."

"Then why was he always so scared of me?"

"It was how we wanted you to see him. We wanted him to see all of you as a threat, and that he shouldn't trust any of you. Deep down, below his training, he trusted you all with his life, which is why he hardly ever made a motion to leave your protections. There was just one problem with getting our plan under way."

"Heero." Trowa murmured softly.

"Good deduction, Mr. Barton. Duo's attraction to Mr. Yuy would prevent him from preforming his duties in capturing all of you. So, his first mission was to get Mr. Yuy to get himself out of the picture."

"Yuy's suicide attempt was all apart of your plan?" Wufei demanded, tugging on his bonds.

"We knew of Yuy's mutual attraction to Maxwell and also how aggressive his second personality was. All we needed to do was push Yuy in the right direction."

"By having Duo show deeper trust in one or three of us but none for Heero…" Trowa muttered, glaring hard at the old man, "But why? Why did you need Duo to get all of us?"

"Because it's all apart of my plan."

Four heads snapped to the left as the other men in the room lowered their heads in respect, Duo moving to a kneeling position, trembling even more as, flanked by the man Trowa had met and the man known only as 'Smith', dressed in a turqoise business suit, was Relena. Once she was fully in the light, everyone raised their heads, but Duo didn't move.

"You disgraceful onna! What the hell have you done?" Wufei demanded, pulling at his bonds, cutting into his own wrists.

"Making sure her position in the world is never changed." Came another new voice before there was a grunting noise as two new large thugs came into the light and tossed something before them, wrapped in tight rope, his silver hair slightly caught in the wedgings of the rope.

"Zechs?"

The older male struggled a little until he was sitting up in his bonds, glaring at his own sister, "Relena plans on making Mobile Suits and starting a new war, so she cane defuse the situation and keep her title as Prime Minister." Zechs growled.

"And it's going to happen." She said, smiling in fake sweetness as she pulled a remote out of her pocket, turning to the darker corner and pressed a button.

A telavision sprang to live, staticing a little before it showed Duo, strapped into a chair the same way they were, his chair in something that looked like a large sink.

"Details, Mr. Maxwell." a voice said in exasperation on the video.

"Fuck your Mother!" the Duo on the television snarled, his voice thich, his body litered in cuts, bruses and gouges from his previous torturing session.

There was an exasperated sigh before a thug came into view, twisting a metal wheel behind Duo's chair, sending a waterfall of water over the smaller male's head. Duo thrashed in the water, trying to find a way to breath until the thug turned the water off. Duo sputtered and coughed wetly, gasping for breath like a fish out of water.

"Details, Mr. Maxwell." The first voice said again.

Duo coughed up water a little long before he rose his head defiantly, "Fuck your sister!"

The thug turned the valve again, once again dousing Duo in a waterfall until he deemed the other need air and turned it off, smirking as Duo coughed and gasped for breath, once he was able to breath, he lifted his head defiantly.

"Well?" the voice asked.

"Dig her up and fuck your Grandmother!" Duo snarled, flinching just before the water fall onto his head again until he was coughing and sputtering once more.

"I can see this is no way to get to you. Cut it." The man said as a second thug came up to Duo with a old looking blade.

"Cut what? You keep that fucking thing away from me, or else I'll kill you!" Duo snarled on the TV before the thug behind Duo, at the valve suddenly left his post and held Duo down.

Duo tried to thrash and get away, but could do nothing as the big man used the knife/sword to sever Duo's braid from the base of his skull. Duo let out a scream like someone had just stabbed him himself before the thug plopped the severed braid into Duo's lap. Duo screamed at the others around him, yelling out as many profanities, and death threats until his voice cracked and he couldn't yell anymore. All he could do was stare at his now gone braid that laid in his lap, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Well?" the man asked.

Duo shook his head, "Fuck you!"

The tape went on for what seemed like forever, flashing to different torture methods that they used on Duo until they came to one where Duo's front was strapped to a table, made to sit on his knees, his hands twitching as Duo tried not to scream, but it was obvious that he was in pain from something.

"Tell us what we want to know, and we can make the pain go away." The man said, but, as usual, Duo refused.

Going by the clock on the bottom of the screen, tweleve hours passed before Duo was confronted by one of Relena's men, before leaving with nothing. This went on every twelve hours until Duo was tremblind, his veins were standing out all over his body, black, due to what ever was poioned in him. He had his head on the table, and seemed to be muttering nonsense to himself. The men went to Duo again, asking the same question, but instead of being turned away, Duo's poison muddled mind rattled off everything he knew.

"You bitch! What did you do to him?" Heero demanded, watching as Duo was released from his shackles on the screen and slid to the ground like a marionette who's strings were cut.

"Mercury does amazing things when prolongly exposed to it. Thanks to this one, we got what we needed." She said, pressing another button, the screen changing to show digital blueprints of all Mobile Suits, even the Gundams, that Duo remembered and told them about.

Heero snarled, pulling on his bonds before he shook his head, "Why? You're suppose to be here influencing peace, Relena! Why are you doing this… this shit?"

"There can be no talk of peace if there is no war to threaten peace! If there is no talk of peace, I have no job. So, I am just securing my position." She said, smiling almost evily to Heero before she walke dover to him, "Though, for you, I might just leave you alive and kill the others."

Heero growled before Relena was suddenly tackled. She looked up, dazed as Duo straddled her, fist raised as if to strike her. She paled a little before one of the thugs snatched Duo by his colar, yanking him off Relena. The blond woman stood up, looking shocked as Duo struggled to get at her, his eyes no longer dead looking but full of jealousy and rage.

"I see… No matter what we do to you, you will always revert back because of Heero." She said, frowning before she nodded to one of the men, who pulled out a pistol and aimed it at Duo's struggling form.

"No! No, don't!" Heero cried, pulling at his bonds.

A deafening bang rang through their ears, making all of them stare, dazed, as Duo suddenly stopped thrashing. Duo made a small noise before he sank down to his knees, the man that had been holding Duo falling back into the floor with a bullet through his head. Duo glanced around before he quickly charged Relena again, only for S to step in front of her, pulling a smalll knife out of nowhere.

"Duo!" Heero cried, as the smaller male didn't seem to see the blade, only Relena as he ran straight into S's blade, "Duo!"

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TEASER:

"The only chance we have is to take up the Gundams that they built." Trowa said, looking up at the true size replica of his Heavyarms.

"We can't let them do this..." Quatra murmured, his hand reaching up and pressing to his heart, his Space Heart feeling all the panic and fear it could.

"We can't let them... for Duo." Heero said, his voice cold and emotionless as it had been during the previous wars.

"Let's go, then." Trowa said, his own voice changing as he moved to Heavyarms.

Quatra moved to his, turning to watch Wufei using the zip line to hoist himself up to Nataku, then turned his head again to watch Heero place himself in his chair in his Wing Zero replica. Quatra felt a sting of pain in his chest, looking at the Deathscythe replica as it stood there, untouched.

"They must be stopped..." Quatra murmured, his voice becoming firm as he used the zip line to go up to Sandrock and placed himself in the seat, taking a hold of the controls, and, like coming home after a long day, the small blond could feel nothing but relief at being able to use his old friend, his weapon of peace.

Stay tuned for the next chapter. At a FF line near you!
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