Descent of an Angel

"Heero... You know that you aren't going to be able to rough house this man, right?" Quatra asked softly, watching the other male slowly pull his Preventer's vest over the clothes he was wearing.

"Hn..." Heero grunted softly, fixing the vest to look as perfect as he could, trying hard to ignore the small blond before he pulled him around facing him with a stern look in his eyes.

"Listen to me now, Heero. I want to get this guy as much as you do for what he did to Duo, but we can not risk this man being lost like the others. We still need him." Quatra said softly, eyes stern and heavy.

Persian blue eyes locked with Aquamarine for a while before he finally looked away, "Fine..." he grunted as he took his arm from the smaller boy.

"He is right, Agent Light. This isn't something you should just walk in on, thinking that everything will be in the way you manipulate in your head." Zechs muttered softly as he moved into the room, looking at the four boys, the four he'd come to consider friends at one point.

"What do you want, Merquise?" Heero growled softly, getting really fed up with this man kept appearing in all of this.

"Relax. I was sent here by Une to make sure that you don't do anything stupid and end up causing the prisoner harm."

"You aren't going to interfere?" Heero asked softly.

"Only if you don't do anything that will cause us to loose the only person connected to all of this that we have left."

The four nodded, all of them accepting it for now.

"What do you know on this guy?" Wufei asked.

"Nothing much. He refuses to divulge a name, where he works, anything. He wont tell me who he works for or anything. He's... nothing." Zechs explained, "All he says is that he wants to talk to you, Heero."

"He asked for me?" Heero asked, feeling like he's asked this question before and gotten an odd ass answer.

"By name..."

"... I should go in alone..."

"Only if I go with you." Zechs said.

"That defeats the meaning of the word 'alone'." Heero growled.

"And I can't allow you to be alone with him, Heero. It's not the best thing when you're still pissed at himf or what he did. Either I go in, stay in the corner while you talk to him, or you don't go in."

Heero's eyes narrowed, glaring. He could see the other wasn't going to back down, but his pure stubbornness that he'd picked up during the past five years didn't want him to back down from his man.

"Heero!" Quatra hissed, glaring back at him before the Jaoanese male blinked and seethed silently.

"Fine… stay in the corner, don't say a word." Heero growled at him, eyes narrowed.

Zechs nodded, frowning at him as the Japanese male muttered something to Trowa, who nodded back to him and started for the interrogation room.

He didn't know how long he'd been here, just sitting and waiting, all he knew was that the wall, the mirror and the table were starting to annoy him, as well as the slight tingling in both ass cheeks as they seemed glued to his chair. He boredly picked at the cuff of the shirt the Preventers gave him to change out of his suit for, fingering the fraied end.

'All you have to do… is make him talk… that's all. The longer he talks, the longer you live.'

That thought rang in his head like a bad headache. He just needed to keep talking no matter what, and everything would work out for himself. That was all. He wondered where the men would be right now. He wondered if they would be pinning at his bedside, hoping that he would survive or be the same man that they all knew five years ago.

He chuckled bitterly before the door opened. He felt his breath run short when he saw who he was waiting for walk in, blue eyes set into an intense glare at him, his arms folded over his chest and being followed by the Preventer that's been getting on his nerves. Agent Merquise was the one pilot that his boss has absolutely no interest in. He didn't even fall under the 'interesting pilot' category that his boss put up. He was a secondary man, someone to get to someone important in the world, like his sister, Relena.

He watched Merquise place himself in a corner in the room, trying to be silent and pretend that he wasn't there, but he wouldn't be able to ignore the fact that he couldn't talk to Yuy alone. His gaze turned back to the young man that he was so interested in. He watched as the chair before him was pulled out, legs scraping across the flat surface of the floor and the ex-Wing Zero pilot lowered himself into the chair, still glaring at him, still looking at him with such hate and loathing in his eyes. He smiled to the young man, amused how his eye would twitch as he did so.

"Good evening, Agent Yuy." He crooned softly.

"I don't have a name to call you…" Heero murmured softly to him.

"Smith. That's a pretty common name, isn't it?"

"I wouldn't know or care about things like that, Smith…" Heero muttered, trying to think of senarios that would make this man want to take a on a common name.

"Where did you get your name? Not from family?"

"It's not my name. I've chosen to take it on after it was given to me as a call sign. We're not here to talk about me."

"Of course we are."

"No, we aren't. I want to talk about Duo, and the man who did this to Duo; you."

"We can't talk about Mr. Maxwell until we've gone through you, Mr. Yuy." He purred.

Heero blinked that the man could actually purr like a cat. He'd seen Quatra do it when he was drunk, and the only other time that someone, not drunk, would do it would be Duo when he was flirting with people and really wanted to make them think that he was interested in them.

"You want to talk about me?"

"Of course."

"Fine. Talk."

"Where were you born?"

"I don't remember."

"What was your first memory?"

"Why?"

"I'm curious."

Heero growled at him, "I'm not answering that."

"Then I'm not answering any of your questions."

"you haven't even started to answer the questions that I have."

"Quid pro quot?"

Persian eyes narrowed. A quid pro quot was when he would ask a question, receive an answer, and the whole thing would start over again with the other guy, back and forth until the both of them were done with the game.

'Mission Accepted.'

"Fine. I'll go first. Why did you grab Duo?"

"I was told to."

"Why?"

"I believe that it's my turn, 01." The man said, smirking as he leaned forward, pressing his elbows to the table and placed his head in his hand, "Tell me about your very first memory."

'Again!?' Heero thought, half tempted to tell the man to fuck himself when the thought of him never telling about the capture of Duo made his stomach flip and reconsider. He had to do this for Duo, it was the only way he could get answers.

"I was hidden under some rubble, there were men all over the place. Looking for enemies, or what ever it was. I remember wondering what happened before someone knelt in front of where I was hiding and pulled me out of the rubble. Odin Lowe. He took me in and took care of me… Why were you told to grab Duo?"

"The boss thought that he would be the easiest to get the information out of since he didn't lie. Really, none of us thought that he would just stubborn his way through these past five years… What happened to Odin?"

"He died. He was shot while trying to kill the leaders of the Alliance attack forces, he died in front of me, so I blew the place up to complete his mission for him."

the man nodded, looking at him intently, making Heero's skin crawl before he leaned forward himself.

"What information were you after that involved Duo?"

"Not Mr. Maxwell. All of you, and none of you really. We just needed the plans that he remembered. The Mobile suit plans."

Heero felt the triumph just slightly at that. They were right about what they were looking for from Duo, but why would they be looking for information like that during a time of peace.

"You're looking to start another war." Heero muttered.

"I am not. I was just hired to get information from someone, who and what information they want and for what reason isn't something a concern myself with, but these past five years, watching that young man do what he did for so long. It got me a little curious about the rest of you, and you. You know… when he was being put through the sensory deprivation, he kept talking about you to himself. Heero this, and Heero that. Heero wouldn't have allowed himself to be captured and tortured like this. He would've gotten away long before this."

A deeper frown appeared on Heero's face as he listened to this man, the one who helped to torture Duo taunt the way the young man would talk to himself. He didn't like it but kept himself in check, he didn't want to provoke him to mocking further.

"Why would you grab Duo, why not me?"

"I believe it's my turn to ask the questions."

Heero growled softly, leaning back, folding his arms over his chest once more.

"I noticed something about you, Mr. Yuy. You get so mad when I mention Mr. Maxwell's name, or say something about him that you would consider to be evil, or mean."

"what's your point?" Heero growled.

"Why are you so angry at me for this?" he asked, leaning forward a little more, elbows slidding over the table.

"You kidnapped my best friend and tortured himf or five years. You're lucky I'm not across the table beating the shit out of you."

"I see… Your best friend…" the man said softly, his free hand unfolding from over his chest to trace an invisible pattern onto the table.

"Now, answer my question. Why did you take Duo and not me?"

"I told you why. We thought he would be easy to get the information out of, but it proven to be the wrong thing to do. We didn't take into account that he was just stubborn... Why are you so intent on finding this information out about Mr. Maxwell? Shouldn't you just be worried about the fact that the man I work for is about to start a new war?"

"You admit that?" Zechs asked from where he was sitting.

The man closed his eyes, trying to tune out Zechs before he frowned and opened his eyes again, turning them to Heero, as if he was going to blow at any second, "I told them that I was only going to talk to you. I don't care if he's here, but he will not speak."

Heero glanced at Zechs, a deep frown on his face.

'I guess that isn't going to be apart of the plan... Keep him talking about the plans.' Zechs mouthed to the other Preventer, knowing that he would be able to read his lips and understand him.

Heero shook his head, turning back to the man, "You... don't seem to like the fact that I am not following your line of questioning." Heero murmured, ignoring the frustrated roll of the eye from Zechs.

"You aren't reacting like I thought you would, Mr. Yuy. From your files, you're suppose to be the one that would be straight forward to the most dangerous topics, putting yourself out there for the sake of the rest of the human race. You are more focused on 'your friend' than the danger that could be looming over your mission."

"People change."

"No, they don't, Mr. Yuy. They want you to think that they changed, but in the end, if you put them in a senario like how they used to be, you see that they haven't changed at all... You're trying to make me think that you've changed from your days during the war, what's one file."

Heero let a small smirk spread across his face, looking more predatorial than anything before he scoffed and opened his mouth to respond.

"Unless..." the man interupted, leaning forward tauntingly, "You are angry at my men..."

"Angry at them... yes. we've established that already." Heero growled softly.

"Yes, you told me you were angry that we stole your friend from you... but I think that... you're angry at my men... for stealing away /Duo's/ first time from you."

Heero felt his hear plummet, his body turned cold. He must've physically showed his reaction because the man just smiled at him.

"There we go... that's what's gotten your goat. You aren't mad that we took a comrade from you... you were lusting after the little fairy and wanted to fuck him first. Is that it?"

Heero narrowed his eyes, leaning forward, "You know nothing..." he growled softly.

"You want to know, want to see? There was a camera in the room, filming every time one of them had a turn at him. Want to hear him moan as they took him time and time again? Want to see how he looked every time he was taken?"

His fists clenched, he felt his lungs close around themselves. He couldn't breathe, his vision was turning red, his body trembled from the lack of oxygen.

"I bet you'd get off, watching as each of those men fucked him, showed him his first time. How he would moan and groan, how we even found a way to make him enjoy it. He turns out to be such a slut even after all of this. After all that he's saved himself for, for nothing as he turned into the little L2 slut he was suppose to be!" He laughed at him.

Zechs watched the whole thing unfold silently, inside he was seething angrily himself. He wanted to kill the man, and could see the intentions in Heero's eyes as well. He could see the way his body tensed, and trembled with the exertion of holding himself back. He idly wondered if he should push Heero out of the room before he could do something a split second before Heero suddenly vaulted over the interview table, attacking the man out of his seat.

"Yuy!"

Heero grabbed the tacky gray shirt colar in one hand and raised his hand above his head. His fingers curled into a fist and his mussels coild, clenched before he let it release, throwing the fist harder than he could ever remember throwing into the man's face. A sickening cracking sound could be heard as the man's cheek bone shattered under his fist, but Heero didn't hear it or notice it as he raised his fist and struck the man again, moving down the body as he did so.

Zechs scrambled over and grabbed ahold of Heero's arm, trying desperately to pull him off of the witness, but the Japanese ex-pilot showed the final proof that he was, is and forever will be more powerful than the long haired Lightening Count. Heero continued to punch every part of the man's body that he could see or get his fist on. It wasn't until the other three pilots rushed into the room that they were finally about to get the irate Japanese male off of the now bleeding form of the man from the room.

The three pulled Heero out of the room, pulling him into the showers. Trowa and Wufei forced him onto the tile floor, restraining him as Quatra flipped the water on. The water beat down on the two struggling Asians and one frustrated European. Heero sputtered and thrashed as water invaded his nasal cavity, keeping him from breathing what little he could breath. He opened his mouth and gasped desperately for air. Trowa flipped Heero over, forcing his face into the tile as Wufei held his head up from the tile to keep him from drowning.

The three staied like that for what felt like hours as they waited for Heero to calm down. Once he was, they slowly relaxed their holds on him and let him up again. By then, two hours had passed, and all four of them were exhausted.

"I'm sorry..." Heero muttered miserably, still sitting under the frigid assault of water with the remains of his fellow pilots.

"That was an intense twitch..." Wufei muttered softly, feeling as drained as Heero looked.

"One minute he was interested in Heero... the next he was so horrible... talking like that..." Quatra muttered, feeling his lower lip tremble, as if trying to keep from sobbing.

"Congradualtions..." came Une's voice, her voice bitter and nasty as the four looked at her, none of them really interested, "You've just succeeded in almost killing our only lead and landing him in the hospital. I don't know how he's going to be."

Her words fell onto deaf ears as all four of them turned back to each other seeking comfort from the silence of the others around him, hoping that it will eat away the hurt, the pain and the guilt they had for the the past few days over all of this, over everything. the fact that they failed their friend, and that they were continuing to fail him. They couldn't do anything.

Duo opened his eye and looked around the room, sighing miserably as he sat up before he looked around the room and his sight fell on Solo, who was lounged in the chair.

"Sol." he breathed in relief at the sight of what he considered to be a boy older than him, "Sol... What time is it?"

"About three in the evening, kid. I can't stay long."

"Why not? Take me with you." he muttered softly.

"You know I would if I could, squirt. Just close your eyes, count to five and all will be okay, remember?"

Duo smiled and nodded, leaning back into the bed and looking up at the white ceiling. He winced at the light, how it seemed to burn his eyes before he closed them and began to count. Once he reached the designated number, he opened his eyes and looked over at the chair, Solo was gone. He pouted before the door to the room opened, catching his attention. He watched the door slide open and a woman with long blond hair slipped into the room.

Dorothy smiled when she saw that Duo was awake and glided over to him.

"Oh, good. I was hoping that you would be awake." she said happily.

"who be you?" Duo asked, slipping into the slang again.

"My name is Dorothy. I was just coming to visit you." she said.

"Why?"

"You see, I used to be someone that you were slightly acquainted with. We didn't know each other on a personal level, but we knew of each other."

"Okay..."

"You do know... that you are about twenty-two years old, right?" she asked.

Duo sighed softly and nodded, "I asked what had happened to me... one of the people said that I was older than I thought I was and told me my age..."

"You aren't in the slang anymore..."

"No... I remember being taught how to talk normally..."

"Why do you still do it?"

"Because I don't remember anything else... I just... I don't know what to do..." Duo muttered softly, looking down at his lap, feeling overwhelmed.

"I see." she said, looking over across the room as the door slid open again.

Duo lifted his head to the door, confused as to why it would be opening again. The door bounced off the wall a little from the force of it being opened. Violet eyes widened, his chest constricted hard. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think. Faintly, he heard the sound of someone screaming as if they had just been stabbed through the hand. He could hear the blood curdling scream, the monitors attached to him flaring to life and beeping rapidly, alarms wailing as the screamer continued to scream over them. He felt his heart hammering against his rib cage, then pain laced up the left side of his body. He barely recognized that he was the one screaming, and that he shouldn't be because of the pace maker attached to his heart.

Darkness consumed his sight before he was thrown into pitch black darkness, pain consuming him before... he remembered no more.