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WARNING: This is a Yaoi fiction. If you do not like that type of thing then please leave now. You have been warned. I will not tolerate any flames concerning this fanfiction.

1x2 pairing. 3x4 pairing. Heavy emphasis on 3x4 Pairing.

Rating: NC-17 EVENTUALLY.

Author's Note: I am pretty sure this is an original idea. Least I have never seen another quite like this. Should prove interesting. Hope you all enjoy it. ^_^

A Doll's Life

By: Wildfire's Flame

Heero Yuy glared as he walked into the abandoned warehouse in a rundown part of some small barely known town nestled between two snowy peeks. His green tank top and black jeans in sharp contrast to the towering peeks behind him. A sparkling clear green bay glistened innocently in the bright, warm sunshine just outside the huge iron doors and to the right. The water looking particularly inviting if only it had been warmer and he had not of course, been on a mission already.

Heero knew the water was spring fed from the mountains nearby, meaning it was like ice to the touch. That fact didn't bother him. What bothered him was the fact that the town looked to be a little too peaceful on the surface. Idly, he wondered what it was like down deep. Glancing over his shoulder at his companions, he could sense the same unease rolling off of them like a palatable substance. His Prussian blue eyes took in the rolling hills and scenic beauty of the area surrounding the town but it did little to alleviate the tension coiled in Heero's stomach. Turning back to the task at hand, Heero stepped into the darkened interior of the large warehouse. Blue eyes blinked rapidly to adjust to the semi-dark gloom.

The other Gundam pilots filed in behind the stoic Japanese boy, slightly off centered so as to not be an easy shot in case it was a trap. All wore similar expressions, those of distrust and unease.

Heero, wary as he was, knew that it wasn't a trap, least not by their normal enemies of OZ. Yet, that didn't necessarily preclude a trap. It just meant that he had to look for someone else to blame. Luckily, he thought he knew what to expect. He was wrong . . .

The orders had just come in the day before from Dr. J himself, but Heero didn't trust his demented trainer any farther than he could throw the man, which was very little. He was far from trusting of the old man who was always meddling in his life. He knew that J would just as soon hand them over as long as it somehow saved his own skin. Sighing, he called out into the seemingly empty warehouse, "we're here, Dr. J!!"

A soft clicking was heard and soon the man behind the clicking came into view. Dr. J strolled out from behind some sort of weird looking machine, clicking his pincers together on his mechanical hand. "Ah. Heero, my boy. I see you brought the others."

"As ordered." Heero cast a suspicious look around the warehouse. A very uneasy feeling was settling in his stomach. "What did you need us for?"

The old man smiled at Heero, not a normal smile but one that sent chills racing down his spine and one thing screamed out at him. TRAP!!! He whirled around, managing to grab Duo's hand as the netting fell. They both scrambled out of the way as did Trowa, who was always quick on his feet. Quatre and Wufei were not quite as lucky as they got stuck in the net and it pulled tight around their bodies.

Dr. J frowned at Heero as the boy stood almost protectively in front of the Deathscythe pilot. "I should have known a net wouldn't get you Heero, my boy."

Heero remained impassive, trying to see where other traps may be and on how best to rescue Quatre and Wufei. Spying the winch that the net was attached too, Heero sighted and fired, hitting the mechanism dead center. The net dropped loosely, allowing Quatre and Wufei to hasten free.

"Heero, now you aren't playing fair. You know the rules. They have to free themselves from the traps and that's twice you have saved someone. You're going to have to be punished."

Heero just glared and shrugged, as if being punished didn't faze him in the least. A slight whistling noise was heard and Heero turned to avoid it but was suddenly hit with a bolt of dark cloth. Skidding across the pavement on his back, he felt the rough concrete tear into his thinly protected back. Wincing slightly, he knew his back was going to need to be looked at later. But he didn't care. All he cared about was the cloth figure on top of him. A figure, Heero would recognize even if he was blind. "Duo?" he asked, a tinge of panic in his voice.

The boy never stirred and harsh laughter met his ears. "Oh well. I was aiming for you Heero and the boy took the dart. Very sacrificial of him, don't you think?"

Heero gently sat up and cradled Duo's limp body to his chest. "What the Hell did you shoot him with?"

Dr. J shrugged innocently. "Oh, my new invention. It's called the doll dart."

Heero blinked in disbelief. "Doll dart?"

"Yes, a very ingenious way of keeping you pilots forever young."

"Forever young?" Heero shook his head as if to clear the sudden incredible urge he had to echo everything Dr. J said.

"Yes, yes, forever young. Though, its never been tested. Young Maxwell, is the first. Our last test subject met with a rather unfortunate accident before the serum could be tested. Mentally unbalanced she was. Pity, though."

Heero growled threateningly. "Tested?!!"

"Why yes. He should be turning right about . . . now." A soft popping noise was heard and a whitish colored light flashed causing Heero to throw one hand up over his eyes. When he took his hand away, he stared in shock at what he held in the other hand. It was a perfect shaped, Duo Maxwell doll. Complete with a miniature gun and hair pick set.

Heero gulped at the doll and felt his anger boiling up. He knew the doll was somehow really Duo. His hand had been on the braided boy's shoulder when he changed. So he knew it wasn't just some sort of elaborate kidnaping but that did little to alleviate his fear. He looked up and choked out the words, "change him back!!!"

Dr. J didn't answer the irate pilot for a moment but a moment was all it took for Heero's gun to be trained straight at him.

"I said change him back and I mean NOW!! NOT SOMETIME NEXT WEEK!!" Heero's voice was deceptively calm but anyone who knew him, knew how incensed he really was. He was coiled as tight as a spring, his messy brown hair blowing in his face as he stared down the mad scientist. His blue eyes flashed steadily with an inner fire that promised swift retribution on any who dared to defy him.