A Thief in One Life, A Thief in the Next | By : Coffeetailor Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4347 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A Thief in One Life, A Thief in the Next
Chapter Twenty Four
Ningenkai
After getting Wufei calmed down and extracting Duo from the panty, it was time to plan their return to the human world and build an explanation that would cover where they were without forcing Duo to lie if he was questioned.
“Just say that an old, pre-war friend took us back home for our safety and we couldn’t leave until the danger had definitely passed,” the chimera said after a couple hours of going over possible excuses.
“How does that work?” Wufei asked, twitching as Duo, now back in his youkai form, idly played with his hair. He would have moved, but with Heero acting as a human pillow for his mate, the only place to sit away from the braided man would have been between Trowa and Quatre. With the way they’d been eying each other, it was not a place he wanted to be.
“Well, Kurama brought us to the old den, and we certainly couldn’t leave before the danger of me jumping Hee-chan had passed.”
“Or the danger of us all learning your secret,” Quatre replaced, giving Duo a look. “But are we going to tell anyone the whole truth?”
“Haven’t decided yet, though Une is a candidate,” Heero said, running his hands through long, black hair. “As is Relena.”
Duo snickered. “Bet she’d freak out about you being forced to sell your soul to a demon.”
“I don’t remember being forced.”
“Brain washing.”
“Mind control.”
Duo grinned. “Liberal use of aphrodisiacs.”
The Preventors’ Head Quarters was in a state of disarray, and had been since seven of its agents, including five former gundam pilots, had disappeared during the fundraiser shooting.
“No, we don’t have any leads to their location,” a harried Une repeated into the phone for what seemed like the millionth time that morning. “We cannot yet explain what witnesses saw, or what happened to the shooter. There will be a press conference as soon as we have more information.”
Hanging up with more force than was strictly necessary, the former OZ officer growled.
“When I find those seven, they’re going to wish they’d died during the war.”
“They were injured,” Sally pressed. “They may be waiting until they’ve healed.”
“Would it kill them to call and tell us that they’re a-” the commander was cut off by the phone ringing. Growling again, she answered with a barked, “Une.”
“Hey Une Lady, didja miss me?”
Une nearly fell out of her seat at the happy chirp through the phone. “Maxwell? Where the hell are you?”
“Back in my hometown, but we’ll be heading back to HQ just as soon as Heero gets up!” Duo said, but she knew the last part wasn’t directed toward her. There was some grumbled swear words in the background. “Anyway, we’ll meet you back at the theatre around lunch, okay?”
The hyper agent had hung up before Une was able to reply, leaving her holding the phone in shock.
“Well, you did want them to drop a line,” Sally said, recovering faster than the other woman. “So are they alive?”
“Maxwell and Yuy are, at least, and we can assume the others are fine by his mood,” Une said, running a hand through her hair. “Could you get someone else to tell the reporters that they’re alive and have contacted us? Don’t mention the when or where of the meeting please.”
Her secretary knew better than to ask when she brought Une coffee only to find the woman banging her head on the desk.
Relena desperately wanted to jump into the front seat and steal the wheel from Pagan. They were already surpassing the speed limit, and the manservant refused to drive any faster.
The one thought that had been in her mind since receiving Sally’s call had been ‘they’re alive.’
Since the war, she’d kept in contact with Duo, and therefore Heero, after a long and terrifying lecture form Quatre on how not to thank someone who saves you from getting shot, which bled into the differences between a crush and an obsession, followed by visiting versus and stalking.
If anything, the realization had made things more complicated than ever before, seeing as she was now able to see past the gun aimed at Heero. So now she noticed other things about the second pilot. Things like his eyes, and his hair, and the fact that when he wore a swimsuit to the beach- She tore herself from that line of thought as quickly as possible, blushing furiously. Damn it. They two most gorgeous guys in the world, and they only had eyes for two people.
Each other.
Too bad both were completely and utterly blind.
“Miss Relena, we have arrived,” Pagan said as the limo pulled up to the front of the police-taped off theatre. “I believe that Miss Une arrived here first, however.”
But Relena was already out and running past the Preventor car and up the theatre steps.
The lobby was dark and still littered with programs and dropped items from the panic, making the former princess trip every few feet before catching herself. As she grew closer to the main theatre, Relena began hearing voices: Une’s and that of a man she didn’t know.
“So, Shinigami finally claimed the perfect soldier,” Une’s tone was unreadable as Relena listened outside the door.
“Why so disbelieving? It had to happen sooner or later.” The man’s voice was amused, and it sent shivers down her spine.
“I just didn’t think it’d happen so soon.”
“It should have happened a long time ago.”
“How long do you plan on holding him?”
“Forever, if I can.”
“You do realized that Heero is human, right? He’s not immortal.” Relena stifled a gasp, her fears confirmed. What could have happened to them since Duo’s call?
The man laughed. “Death doesn’t hold us back very long, my lady. I’ll follow him wherever he goes. After all, Heero is now mine.”
Heart hammering, she slammed the doors open, prepared for anything.
Or so she thought.
Dr. Po and Une were standing in front of the stage, their gun arms hanging loosely at their sides, pistols in hand. Une’s other arm was used to hold the lady doctor away from the stage.
And on the stage...
Quatre, Trowa and Wufei sat together to one side with a child she hadn’t met before who was dressed in a black haori and hakama, playing cards as though they didn’t have a care in the world. Two unfamiliar men stretched out with their backs against the set wall, watching with amusement. She supposed that they must have been the two non pilot agents that’d gone missing as well.
Sitting on the edge of the stage, with one leg folded in front of him and the other dangling into the orchestra pit, was a demon. Worse, lying unmoving with his head in the demon’s lap, dead or unconscious, she didn’t know, was Heero.
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