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Yuy Twins	By : SerenityRayne Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Crossovers Views: 1120 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Alright I want to make something clear to everyone. Duo and Heero did not have sex in the last chapter. Heero was simply sick and a hell of a lot stronger than Duo and Duo just went along with it. They just fell asleep in the same bed.

Chapter 6

As the cockpit door began to open Zeo pushed any and all second thoughts from his mind. There was no turning back now and even if there was…he wasn’t sure if he would. If fighting all these years alongside his twin had taught him anything it was that there was indeed strength in numbers. And if he had read Duo right the other teen would most likely tag along from time to time. So why not add another to their little group?

Seeing his screens move aside Zeo stood and moved from his cockpit gracefully as he raised his hands slightly in the air, showing the other that his hands were empty. …Not that that didn’t mean he wasn’t a threat….something he was sure the other pilot would know and understand…but it was a show of good faith and would be necessary…he had a feeling that this one would be different from Duo.

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Wufei watched in silent anticipation as the cockpit of the winged mobile suit opened. He had to admit that he was curious as to the other pilot. He had had the chance to watch the other in action while he was observing the fight and what he had seen impressed him. The other handled the mobile suit as if it was an extension of their body, and the moves seemed to have a calculated undertone to them, as if everything the other did was thought through before any action was taken.

But there was also a feral undertone to the fighting. No mercy was given to the enemy and there was little to no hesitation once an opponent was finished as the other mobile suit moved directly to another. Seeing the screens inside move aside Wufei tensed as the other exited and felt his eyes widen as he observed the other pilot.

The teen was smaller than he himself was but not by much. He was thin and lithe, looking to Wufei like he focused more on speed than strength. He was delicate looking though and that caused Wufei to frown lightly. He looked like he would be at a disadvantage in a hand-to-hand fight. He couldn’t see much else from this distance other than the fact that the other teen had come out with his hands held up in the air in easy view so Wufei quickly focused his view screen on the other and zoomed in to check for any truly distinguishing features.

What he saw surprised him. The teen had hair as black as his own and looked to be of at least partial oriental descent. His eyes though were odd for someone of his ethnicity. Two vibrant emeralds stared back at his mobile suit from beneath the shaggy black bangs. Those eyes showed emotion; Wufei noticed; but they were also rather hard and weary. No matter what the body of this teen looked like; no matter how delicate he looked…he was dangerous.

Wufei knew this as he opened his cockpit as well and prepared to climb out. What else could he do?

Besides…perhaps it was time he looked into the other pilots Master O had mentioned may end up on earth.

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Zeo felt his lips twitch as he held in his delighted grin at the sight of the others cockpit opening up. He had begun to wonder whether or not the other would come out at all. The youth that stepped out would likely have been slightly intimidating had he been new to the world of fighting and violence or had no experience with it at all. As it was he simply took the chance to observe the other.

He had to resist the urge to pout…it was really difficult. Even from a distance he could see that even this pilot was taller than he was…unfair! The teen before him was obviously of Chinese decent and held himself like a warrior would, proud and strong. There was a sword strapped to his side and from how he was holding himself he knew how to use it as well.

He was dressed in a pair of loose white pants and a dark blue tank-top tighter than the one his brother wore. His hair was as black as his own but his was slightly long and was held back in a severe pony tail. His eyes were a sharp and calculating black; his own keen eyes told him that much. Just the way the other held himself; his presence and his strength; told Zeo that he was someone both he and his brother would be able to respect.

Seeing as the other was tense and unwilling to make the first move in this little confrontation Zeo smiled lightly as he spoke, hands still in the air.

“Thank you for taking care of those mobile suits out there.”

Wufei watched the other carefully. He had seen the observation in the other’s eyes and was unsure as to what the other had thought. Did the other see him as a threat?

“You were surrounded and outnumbered. It would have been dishonorable to allow them to shoot at your back.”

Zeo allowed himself to smile and lowered his hands slowly; taking the words for the acceptance they were.

“Still thank you. There are many who would not be so honorable.”

Wufei watched the other teen and felt himself relaxing just slightly. The other seemed to understand something of the honor in fighting. If those fighting fought without honor then all fighting became was a useless massacre or barbaric brawl.

“Again it was nothing. Have you made base out here?”

He was curious he could admit that; the scholar in him was interested in discovering more about the teen in front of him. Interested about maybe having the companionship of a fighter who understood honor like he did and perhaps had similar views as well.

Zeo shook his head.

“I am afraid not. I had just finished a mission before I was directed here for another mission.”

Wufei nodded to that as he continued to watch the other; for what good it was doing. Despite the fact that the others emotions showed in his eyes Wufei found it rather difficult to read him.

“I see.”

Zeo sighed. He knew the other had no reason to trust him but this was becoming rather tedious. A slight roaring met his ears and caused him to tilt his head slightly to locate the sound.

Wufei caught the movement and frowned lightly. He looked as if he was listening to something. But what? There was nothing all the way out here other than the two of them.

Listening silently Zero frowned as he tried to bring the sound into focus. Was that…an engine? Zeo’s eyes shot open; hard and cold. No; engines.

“I am afraid we must cut this short. There are people coming.”

Wufei tensed and strained his ears; still hearting nothing. Looking back at the other though he put his doubts aside. He was serious and it startled Wufei. The emotions in those eyes had completely disappeared. Wufei’s brow furrowed; now he was most definitely curious.

“My camp is not too far from here…you are welcome there.”

Zeo paused and looked back at the serious youth and bowed low.

“Thank you. I swear on my honor as a fighter that no harm shall come to you while in my presence.”

Wufei paused; honestly surprised before bowing in acceptance. Both rose as the sound of incoming engines met even Wufei’s ears. Slipping into their Gundams both fled the battlefield. Neither felt up to fighting another battle just yet.

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Quatre sighed as he made his way through the hallways of his home that night. The other pilot was still there…and he still didn’t know his name. But despite that he could feel his loneliness dissipating at least slightly. Quatre smiled as he thought back to the afternoon’s events. The other pilot had played with him for quite some time; both soaking up the others company in an attempt to ease their own loneliness as they sought to calm themselves through their respective instruments.

And from what his empathy had told him, the other pilot had calmed slightly and some of his well hidden loneliness had dissipated. But the fact that the other was still so reserved bothered Quatre for some reason. He wanted the other to be able to trust him…he knew that there was a certain strength in numbers that would eventually be needed and knew that if they joined together then they would have a better chance at taking OZ down later. But did the other feel the same?

Exiting the house Quatre made his way out into the desert night to think; unaware of the eyes watching him from a window above.

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Trowa watched silently as the little blonde pilot made his way out of the house and into the desert. He was confused and knew that the blonde was the source of most of that confusion. He felt better; lighter somehow; after spending the day with the little blonde. The blonde had never pushed him into talking or even giving his name but for some reason he felt compelled to. That pilot; Quatre; had eased his loneliness and had given him the space he needed in an uncertain environment and for that he was grateful. But there was something else that still bothered him.

He himself knew that there was a certain strength in numbers; experience had shown him that. Numbers may make it harder for stealth missions but their missions would not and have not always been stealth. Eventually they would be going into full out visible battle and it would be better to have people he could trust at his back. But could he trust the little blonde? He felt he could; but he had been betrayed before and was not looking to be betrayed again.

With that thought in mind the acrobat silently opened the window and slipped out to the ground; stealthily trailing the little blonde out into the desert night.

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“It’s so beautiful at night.”

Quatre smiled as he drew his knees closer to his chest and simply watched the glow of the stars off the water of the Oasis. He had been feeling rather cramped the last few days. The arrival of the other pilot had helped but he had still felt the need to get away for a few hours. He wasn’t used to having so many people around all the time; and the number and intensity of the emotions he was being bombarded with was wearing on him. At home he was usually left to his own devices. No one wanted to spend more time than necessary around a ‘test tube child’. So, so many people; despite the fact that he had been expecting it; was wearing on him.

The Oasis they had passed earlier that day had been the perfect place to go to think…but only when everyone else was asleep. He knew for a fact that there was no way Rashid or any of the others would let him go off into the desert on his own.

Something prickled at the edge of his senses and caused Quatre to stiffen slightly as he tried to get a lock on whatever was bothering him. There shouldn’t be anyone out here as it was a good distance from the nearest town and would take a long time to get here. It was a difficult trip to make during the day and few dared make it at night.

Trowa saw the little blonde stiffen and wondered what could have caused him to. He had followed the blonde all the way from the house and had been surprised at the speed and ease that the little one used when moving over the sand in the dark of night. But the place the little one had chosen to come to was beautiful; calming even.

Trowa watched closer and stiffened himself when the blonde surged to his feet gun in hand to swing towards his location.

“Show yourself!”

The voice was steady and sure as was the weapon held within small delicate hands. Trowa watched all of this as he came out of his hiding place with his hands once again up in surrender. He seemed to be doing that a lot with this blonde.

Quatre sighed in relief when the emotions became clearer to him as the other pilot came out of his hiding place. Smiling he put his gun down.

“Sorry about that…you startled me.”

Trowa watched the gun warily but nodded none the less and only fully relaxed once the gun was put safely away. He wasn’t sure how he had startled the other as he was sure he had not made any obvious sounds or movements but he could see the sincerity in the little ones eyes.

“I am sorry to startle you…I saw you leaving…”

Quatre winced and turned back to sit where he had been while motioning the other pilot to a seat beside him.

“Thought everyone was asleep.”

Trowa tilted his head slightly so his bangs covered the slight smile at the embarrassment in the others voice.

“Not quite…mind telling me why you felt the need to leave. …You risk worrying everyone do you not?”

Quatre winced at that; he knew the others would all be worried but he really needed the space. Though he had to admit he was really comfortable with the other pilot; despite having only known him for a day.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

Trowa frowned lightly and settled back to lean on his hands while watching the lowered blonde head through his bangs. Why did he feel like this? Even with Midi he hadn’t felt like this. Vaguely he registered one of his feelings as concern; the other…he wasn’t sure of.

“I’m willing to try to believe you…if you want that is.”

Quatre paused at the sincerity in that soft voice and began to finally seriously think it through. Could he tell this teen his deepest secret? One not even his family truly knew about? Some of his sisters figured there was something different about him but no one truly knew the truth. …Only Instructor H…

“I guess I’ve always been different. When I was a child and my sisters still lived in the house I would always find myself happy when they were or angry when they were. …No one ever understood or even really bothered to try to. They simply said that I was a failing as a test tube child and left it at that.”

Trowa frowned at that. To simply blow a child off like that…test-tube child or not.

“It wasn’t until I was five or so that I realized I could sense emotions. And that sometimes it was so strong that I would feel those emotions myself and act on them. …I’ll be the first to admit I became rather bitter and hateful.”

Trowa blinked. He really hadn’t spent much time with the other but he really couldn’t see the blonde as angry or hateful.

“My father was rarely there and so my care was left to the servants and so I was subjected to their contempt directed at me day in and day out. Being able to feel emotions…”

Trowa nodded gently and shifted slightly closer to the blonde.

“It wore on you.”

Quatre nodded as he rested his head on his bent knees.

“Yes…it was the Maganac Corp. that finally set me straight and Instructor H who helped me get a better grip on things; helping me to learn how to control things and such.”

Trowa’s brow furrowed…control?

“Control?”

Quatre nodded.

“Yes…emotions are in everything. Sometimes strong emotions can be left behind on an object and such and at times I can see and even control those emotions…though I’m not very good at it.”

Trowa nodded seriously.

“So you left because you were overwhelmed at the house.”

Quatre looked up in surprise; not having expected the other to believe him; and smiled brightly at the taller pilot.

“You mean you believe me?”

Trowa’s mouth quirked and in answer he held up one of his hands; allowing the sparks that had gathered there to shoot slightly into the air, lighting up their faces. Quatre’s eyes widened as he reached out a hand and carefully touched one of the sparks. Jumping at the shock he received Quatre laughed and playfully went after the others that Trowa let loose for the others amusement.

Watching those blue eyes light up in childish delight as the sparks flew from his hand Trowa felt himself relax for the first time he could truly remember in his young life. He still didn’t know what it was he was truly feeling as he had never truly experienced it before but he knew for certain now that he wanted to tell the other his name; if only to keep that smile on the little ones face.

Gently letting the electrically filter out through the ground Trowa watched with a slight smile as the little blonde calmed down and turned to look at him with delight still shinning in his eyes.

“I can control electricity. …Or I should be able to…”

Quatre smiled at the other and reached over to take the others larger hand in his own. Turning it over so the palm was up he gently traced the palm where the electricity had been centered most of the time.

“I think that with time you should easily be able to control it with ease. You are calm and steady; a great contrast to the unpredictability of electricity.”

Trowa’s eyes widened not only at the touch but also the sincerity in the others voice. He wasn’t too sure what he was doing but it felt right. Turning his hand over in the others grasp Trowa gently closed his fingers over the smaller boys own.

Quatre’s eyes widened and he blushed at the touch. What was this? He was so confused. He couldn’t tell whose emotions were whose now. Or was it that their emotions weren’t different at all?

Trowa smiled a little more visibly as he caught the little ones blue eyes peaking shyly up through blonde bangs. He remembered feeling like this only once before. He had felt it vaguely with Midi but had ignored it at the time. Now though…he really didn’t think he wanted to anymore. Quatre was different than Midi. He understood battle and the sacrifices that came with it. Even if he was too kind to ever truly be a hard killer like he was the little blonde held a presence that spoke of someone who could easily command forces from afar but preferred to be out there with his men fighting alongside them.

Gently and carefully pulling the embarrassed and nervous Arab to his side Trowa settled back a little more as he began to speak once again.

“Thank you for believing in me little one. You are the first to do so.”

Quatre jerked in shock and turned incredulous eyes up to emerald that were suddenly much closer to his own.

“There must have been someone who believed in you before me!”

Trowa gave a low chuckle as he inclined his head forward a little, keeping eye contact with the little blonde the entire time.

“No…there has truly been no one. I am simply a person with no name; no one thinks twice about me.”

Quatre’s eyes filled slightly with tears.

“Even without a name that is no reason for people not to look twice when obviously they should!”

Trowa smiled as he leaned his forehead against that of the blonde.

“It doesn’t matter now. …It may not be my real name…but if you wish to call me something it is Trowa; Trowa Barton.”

With that Trowa leaned forward carefully and gently placed his lips upon those of the little blonde beside him. In truth he really didn’t have any idea what he was doing. He had kept to himself for years…especially after the incident with Midi and the mercenaries. But this felt right. He was lonely and he felt calmed by the little one beside him. He wanted to see what this could bring. He wanted to be able to keep the smile and light in the little ones eyes despite how hard that would be during a war. He wanted to ease the loneliness he felt and also have his own loneliness eased. So for now he would trust and let the sincere and earnest blonde past some of his shields.

Quatre was in a state of shock before he too began to kiss back. He hadn’t truly expected the kiss. The other had seemed too quiet and slightly aloof. But that was something that had endeared Quatre too him while they spent time together today. The other seemed to make deliberate movements; always thinking things through before doing them. But then again he also seemed to have been hurt in the past; something Quatre wanted nothing more than to heal. He wanted to see the person hidden under the shell the tall pilot had carefully constructed around himself.

The kiss lasted for a time, getting deeper as time went on before both participants were forced to pull back for air. Even then neither let go of the other, both determined to keep that feeling of safety and security they had found. Feeling slight unease Quatre looked up and smiled into worried emerald orbs before snuggling deeper into the strong arms around him as the chill of the desert night finally set it.

Trowa smiled in relief when the blonde reacted to his nervousness with a smile and more contact. He had been worried…there was a war going on. Could they really do this? Make some kind of relationship work?

Looking down at the head of blonde hair resting contently against his chest Trowa nodded. They could try. It might even help them. If they both had something to look forward too; something to come back too; then perhaps they would continue to have the will to fight. Feeling a shiver pass through the small frame against him Trowa smiled and stood; pulling the little Arab to his feet with him.

“Come little one; let’s get you inside again.”

They would and could try…that was all they could do.

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A/N: …Well…I decided to end it here. …It took a while and I am sorry about that…things just happened and I wasn’t sure what I wanted to happen here. But I got it and will now be moving on to another story most likely. …Not sure which yet though. Ah well…hope everyone enjoys.
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