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Nothing	By : Sancta Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1537 -:- 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.

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Dark Chocolate

Rating: R

Pairing: Heero x Wufei

Summary: And Nothing will stop him.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters.

            It was a
longer mission then he had expected; a welcomed, bone tiring, back breaking,
rolling around in the mud, mission. It was the only type of mission nowadays
that could put a smile on his face when everything else in his life was going
to hell and back. He strode along the quiet halls of the Preventer Headquarters
building with ease, since no sane person in their right mind would still be in
the building at this time of morning.

Shadows molded to his
body, recently freshened from a de-toxic shower in the men's locker room. Loose
obsidian silk hangs freely amongst his face, curling at his eyelashes, clinging
to his cheeks. A standard issue white towel hugs his neck from the cool gust of
air issuing from the air vents above. Standard blue t-shirt with the
Preventers' logo sticks to the small but much relaxed muscled frame, while gray
sweats hang low on narrow hips. Black flip-flops clack softly against the tiled
floor as he makes his way upstairs to his office.

            In his head
though, it was a mess. Flashes of the recent mission with its stuttered
gunshots and smoke bombs played ping pong with the conversation he held with
Sally not four days ago. Barely biting back a whimper from the remembered taste
of the Berry Blast snow cone she made him finish off when she couldn't eat
anymore, was ten times better then considering the possibilities of what her
words implied.

There was nothing
going on between him and Yui. Truthfully it could probably be chalked up to
stress induced spasms of stupidity. The fact that it happened more than five
times in the last week should be proof enough that there was something mentally
wrong about the whole ordeal. It was time to put an end to it. Once he finished
typing up his report, grabbed a quick breakfast from the cafeteria, changed
into his uniform and confirm the upcoming mission details with Une, he would
deal with the problem of Heero Yui.

          Mind resolved, he
placed his palm on the scanner next to his door and waited patiently for it to
take both a fingerprint and retinal scan. A soft ticking sound was heard as the
locked released from its place as he turned the knob. He didn't bother to turn
on the light because it wouldn't be necessary. Two swift steps and he would be
inside his office with door locked behind him. Three steps later he paused.
There was something wrong.

Eyes causally swept
over the moderate office space. First towards the back of his office where
stationed up against the south wall was a very comfortable leather couch - a gift
from Une of all people - and his weapons / spare uniform locker. Nothing seemed
out of place there, so his eyes took in both the west and east walls where two
huge digital maps where placed. On the East wall sat a current live view of
every Colony and Shuttle Base that there was currently in space. On the West
wall sat a projection of Earths' continents; where at any given moment ten red
blinking dots would be constantly monitored.

Finally his eyes
swept over his desk where his computer was quickly logging on and into
Preventers' database; programmed to do so every time he opened his office door.
As he moved closer to the desk though, he found the object of his apprehension.

There sitting next to his computers keyboard was a single lotus blossom and a
five by seven inch black box with a hideously bright white bow and a single card
tacked on.



�� Curiously one eye brow rose even as he moved closer to what could
possibly be a trap. Thoughts of where he put the homemade bomb scanner that Duo
built for him during the wars quickly ran through his head but couldn't find
any answers. Stooping low he eyed it carefully to see if there were any wires
or any sounds coming from it�..

"It's not a bomb"

            He jumped,
his body moving into a fighting stance in under three seconds flat. Blood
rushed everywhere as his heart sped up. The scowl that emerged on that once
relaxed face was of mega proportions as he eyed the intruder standing before
him.

            Dressed in
the same standard t-shirt he was in, a pair of blue jeans and black sneakers
Heero Yui was still a force not to be reckoned with. Standing at five' ten and
a hundred sixty pounds of pure muscled mass, it was no wonder why every female
and one third of the male populace practically fainted at his feet. Prussian
blue eyes were still as sharp and deadly as ever hidden beneath dark brown
bangs, while the smirk that was playing across his slightly thinned lips was
just as cocky and self assured as its owner.

"What are you doing in my office?" He growled out while relaxing
some; if you could call some a tenth of his usual brusque coldness.

�Open it" Yui moved into the room, closing and locking the door behind
him. The smirk never left his face.

"Why" He demanded crossing his arms over his chest. He knew better
then to take his eyes off of someone as dangerous as Yui, but the curiosity to
read the damn card was growing. What kind of stupid game was being played
now...

"...You know what, just leave Yui!" He sat down in his chair ignoring
everything on his desk that didn't have to do with typing up his report. He
would deal with the gift and Yui later. Yes, he would deal with them later on
in the day when he had to the energy too. Right now his body was painfully
reminded of the torture it had just recently suffered and it simply just wanted
to rest. Narrowed eyes took in the glare from the computer screen while nimble
fingers swiftly pulled up the necessary forms to be filled. His body would have
to wait; he could only do so much at a time.

"You should open it" Yui stood in front of his desk, right hand stuff
into the pocket of his jeans � jeans that seemed way too tight all of a sudden-
while the fingers of his left hand seemed to caress the top of his monitor.

Onyx eyes glared up at him briefly from the screen, his voice tight with barely
restrained emotions.

"What do you want Yui?"

Prussian eyes narrowed as if to say he wouldn't respond to a question that
already had an answer... but then it was like something flicked on�.

"I want you."

Onyx eyes gleam up at him in shock.

Swift fingers reached down and turned off the
power for the monitor, plunging the office back into darkness. The demand on
his lips was obvious.

"No One Will Stop Me"
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