isasuke: ::shakes head::
Emily: What now?!
Hisasuke: You should probably try to finish a fic or two before starting another.
Emily: Hmph, there's only EB, EI and the two others on my comp unfinished, don't make such a big deal about it. Besides, I needed to get this out of my system before I finish the next chapter for EB.
Hisasuke: Riiiight, why don't you just do the disclaimer . . .
Emily: You do it, I'm working ::types busily away::
Hisasuke: As long as you are doing something productive . . .
Disclaimer: We don't own Gundam Wing, in all likelihood we never will, but if we do, we shall be sure to inform you.
Hisasuke: Now lets see what you have done ::looks at what Emily is typing:: THAT'S NOT YOUR STORY!
Emily: Erp . . .
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"ahem..."
While I draw this fleeting breath; when mine eyelids close in death . . .
*(a/n: 10 points if you can tell me where that's from)*
The hallway was dark, but for the red lights flickering, a late indication of an intruder. The young man swiftly skidded around a corner, gun at ready, prepared to fire and kill if necessary. The hallway was empty, no one was about. The young soldier; to young to die, yet allowed to kill, paused, assessing the situation. His world spun with vivid clarity, as he slumped over slightly, guarding his right side, where a bullet was firmly implanted within. A long chestnut braid decorated his backside, and absorbed some of the blood seeping from his it. He glanced at the steel door behind him and the large gate in front of him. He had no way of knowing what was inside that gate. He knew it would lead to his Gundam directly, but if there were troops in there, he would be in trouble. Glancing backwards, he decided to take his chances. He had no idea of what kinda of reinforcements had arrived after what he had done. The gate it was.
Running down the hallway and thrusting open the gate, he glanced around. Well, it could be worse, if perhaps the 100 soldiers in the hangar were really 200, or if they were all in mobile suits, then yes it could be worse. Growling in quiet aggravation he stumbled to the edge, hoping to go unnoticed. He could see his gundam and the 20 guards milling about at it's gigantic feet. He would have to try to sneak around them, and if he couldn't make it he would have to fight. Reloading his gun as silently as possible, he moved forward, silently and swiftly, hiding among the shadows. He was not noticed.
He reached a platform near his Gundam, it was the only unwatched way. Mainly, because it required a jump of about 10 feet, stupid of them to underestimate him. He had been a thief and therefore had learned many different acrobatics. Perhaps not as many as Trowa, a fellow Gundam pilot and circus performer on his 'off' days, but enough to jump the gap. If this was outerspace it would be much easier with the reduced gravity; but it wasn't, it was earth and he would have to jump.
It would be too much to hope, that they wouldn't notice him; he knew that they would see him jump and immediately open fire. His only hope would be that there aim was bad. Bending his knees, Duo Maxwell, orphan, gundam pilot, and satirical quipster, he prepared to jump. Wincing in pain, he jumped, and forcefully slammed into his gundam, Deathscythe Hell. As he suspected the soldiers heard and turned upward. Shouts were heard and guns started shooting and ricocheting around him, it wouldn't be long before one hit him. He began climbing over to the open cockpit, nearly there, he felt something embed itself in his shinbone. Losing his grip, he slipped down slightly. Regaining balance he continued his ascent. Upon reaching the cockpit, he found a mechanic, shaking like a leaf, holding a gun up. Duo shook his head, acknowledging the fact that he would have to kill him. Raising his gun, he swiftly shot him in the head. The man, fell forward and Duo helped him out, throwing him on the gathering crowd of soldiers. He heard the loud shouts, as they called for reinforcements but chose to ignore them, and swiftly strapped in. He was out of there before you could butter your bread.
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Duo groaned, his leg and side were bleeding heavily, loss of blood was causing him to lose focus, he was nearly at the safehouse, and he wasn't sure how he would keep the others from seeing him. He knew they would worry if they did, and he didn't want there sympathy or worry, he wanted to sleep, to bandage up these wounds and close his eyes. He hid Deathscythe, and leaned back in his seat. He was so tired, he wasn't sure if he could gather the energy to get out of the suit. He unstrapped himself, and felt his body relax.
Not good, I need to get some sort of medical attention, Duo struggled to his feet, making his way slowly down and out of his Gundam. He was brutally reminded of the bullet wound in his leg. Lurching forward, Duo, using the wall for support, made his way inside, hoping not to be seen. His own weakness had caused this and he didn't need sympathy or scorn from anyone. He reached the backdoor, hoping they were all eating supper as they should be. Swaying, he leaned in the doorway; however, Quatre, in his eagerness to see Duo, was heading out.
"Duo?" He gasped. Duo looked at Quatre, blinking owlishly. Quatre gaped as he took in his friend's haggard appearance. He was covered in blood, most likely his own, the end of his braid was stuck to his side and died crimson; his leg left a bloody footprint where ever it stepped. Duo, unable to put up a brave front any longer, collapsed, right into Quatre's waiting arms . . .
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Duo opened his eyes to the gentle motion of a slow, careful walk. Opening his eyes, he tried to focus the face of who was carrying him. He saw messy, dark brown hair. Heero. Somewhere within himself, he was happy that Heero cared enough to carry him, but he couldn't remember why. He reached his arms up slightly, attempting to struggle against his human wheelchair but he didn't have the strength, his side burned and his leg ached, a deep pulsing throb, like someone was taking a jack hammer to it. As the pain grew, he began sucking in breaths, feeling as if he couldn't get enough air.
Heero looked down, worriedly. He said something, quietly, his words were murmured, it couldn't be what Duo thought it was, but he could've sworn he heard Heero say, "Duo, hang on, please. We need you."
TBC
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I know this is short! SORRY! ::bows:: Sumimasendeshita
Alright, I went to Florida but had this written before I left, anyways, I was in the mood for a little fluff and angst and everything so I wrote this, it's been done before I am sure but . . . I had to try it! ^^*
~Emily