Part 1: Capture
When Shooting Stars Fall- A Gundam Wing fanfic
Part 1- CAPTURE
Author : Masamune
Pairings: 1+2, 4x3
Warnings: yaoi, angst, death, NCS, violence, lime
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing! Don't sue me or whomever is archiving this fic!
/…/ = Internal thoughts
Italics = flashback
*…* =Emphasis on words inside
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Duo awoke with a start. He gasped for air as he inhaled water. A hand
grabbed at him and smacked him on the back, causing him to spit up. His
vision was blurry, he felt as though Peacemillion was bouncing around in his
head. Blurry gray walls and dim lights met his awakening. He jumped to his
feet, knocking away the hands that had thrown water on his face. With a
curse he spun around, ready to attack his assailant.
/Trowa? Quatre? Wh…what the hell? Where am I? /
His knees buckled as Shinigami fell to the concrete floor. Images raced
through his mind. They had infiltrated the Murond Laboratory in the South
Pacific. Too many OZ soldiers though. The group had gotten separated. There
weren’t any new mobile suits. It had just been false information leaked so
they could come and be trapped. He had split up with Trowa and…Wufei.
/Wufei/
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The image of the noble Chinese dragon crumpling under gunfire spun through
Duo’s head again and again. Machine gun fire ripped through the flesh. Blood
splattered the walls and the floor under Wufei’s body. His automatic fell to
the floor. Once again Duo saw the look of surprise in the Chinese boy’s
eyes. Wufei fell to the floor with a sickening thud. Duo shouted. OZ
soldiers came running towards his direction.
/ No way! Wufei! He can’t be dead. /
Finally Duo looked up from the cell floor. Trowa and Quatre were staring at
him, Quatre with a concerned look on his face. Tears stung at Duo’s eyes.
Quatre put his hand out and took Duo’s in his.
/ Boys don’t cry. Boys don’t cry. / Shinigami repeated in his mind over and
over again.
"Shh," Quatre whispered to the braided pilot. "It’ll be Ok, we’ll figure
something out. It’ll be Ok Duo."
/ Lies. Why is he lying to me? / Duo asked himself. / It *won’t* be alright.
It won’t be Ok. Wufei’s dead and there isn’t anything I can do. Wufei…Heero.
Where’s Heero? Wh…/
Quatre reached out and caught Duo as the American slipped back into
unconscious.
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BANG!
"I’m not too sure its such a good idea to let them stay in the same cell,"
the OZ soldier cried as he pounded his fist on the security monitor. He
turned to his superior who had been watching the interaction take place on a
video screen. "We killed that Chinese kid, but I don’t think they’re going to
take us seriously unless…"
"First and foremost you *need* to catch 01," the ranking officer cut him
off. "His Excellency Treize does not want any slip ups. We’ve successfully
lured them here and now 3 of the 4-surviving pilots are under our watch. But
don’t you realize Nichol that unless we catch 01 that all of this will be
fruitless?"
Nichol bowed his head. "Yes ma’am," he muttered. He looked up again, "But
Colonel Po don’t you think that you’re overestimating the ability of this 1
kid?"
Sally Po turned and faced the ever-inquisitive Nichol. She sighed and placed
her hands on her hips, slightly wrinkling her OZ uniform. "Nichol I have
seen this *one kid* in action many times. I tricked the Gundams into
trusting me and now we have the potential to finish them off. I don’t want
Heero Yuy to fuck up our plans Nichol."
"Of course ma’am," Nichol replied. Then he muttered almost to himself, "But
in the mean time we should try to get as much information from those 3
pilots as possible. We’ve set up interrogation and will be interrogating 03,
Trowa Barton, in a few minutes."
Sally Po shook her head; "Barton won’t talk. None of them will until we make
them *fully* realize that we are in control of this war now."
"What shall we do then?" Nichol inquired.
"Go ahead and interrogate Barton. If he tells you nothing then I’ll show
them that we mean business. In the mean time we need to find Heero Yuy!"
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BANG!
The cell door shut, quieted footsteps penetrated the door for a moment
before leaving it in silence, save Duo's loud snoring. Quatre lay back down
on his cot and looked up into the cracked ceiling.
/ They said that Heero and Wufei are dead. / He thought to himself. / Duo
confirmed that Wufei truly was gone, but Heero? I split up with him shortly
before I was caught. I don’t think OZ could have caught him. /
He rolled over and coughed. He had been feeling very sick since they had
locked him in the prison cell. He felt incredibly weak at times and knew
that he would need medical attention soon. Shinigami chortled in his sleep
and Quatre sighed.
/ Trowa…I hope Trowa will be alright. / It was the only good thing that had
happened since they had infiltrated the base. At least he had Trowa with
him. He coughed again as he remembered when he had awakened to find himself
in Trowa’s slender arms.
"Am I dreaming?" he had asked. "Or is this heaven?"
Trowa had smiled and replied, "It must be heaven because you’re here."
They had embraced and kissed then. Soon they were making love on the cold
hard floor of the prison cell. Both aware that they were most likely being
watched by an OZ camera. But it had not mattered to Quatre as he had thrust
himself into his lover’s body. Tongues intertwining they had given each
other warmth despite the cold concrete. Feeling Trowa arch up underneath him
Quatre had realized that he loved the silent assassin with all of his heart.
"What’s wrong little one?" Trowa had asked. Quatre had stopped his
proverbial thrusting and lay still on top of Trowa. "Don’t think," Trowa had
whispered into Quatre’s ear. "Don’t think about what might happen after
this. Just please make love to me now!"
That had been all he had needed to continue his lovemaking. Duo had been
unconscious on the cell floor not far away. But the two lovers heeded him no
attention what so ever. As Quatre felt himself near the point of climax he
noticed that Trowa’s erection had gone very rigid as well. Groping his lover
with a hand he continued to plunge his own member in and out of Trowa’s slim
figure.
Then Trowa had cried out," Ai Shiteiru" at that moment when Quatre had
emptied himself into the recesses of Trowa’s body. The young Arabian felt
the stickiness of Trowa’s own semen on his stomach and chest.
Gently he had kissed Trowa and they had remained in a gentle embrace for a
long while afterwards.
Staring up into the cell ceiling Quatre’s thoughts once again drifted
towards the predicament that he and his lover were in.
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With a groan Heero pushed the door open to the cafeteria. The room was dark
and deserted. Hobbling across the floor he made his way over to one of the
refrigerators. As he opened it cold air and light seeped out making him
blink. In hunger he grabbed a wrapped sandwich and began to devour it.
Looking up into the light he saw his reflection on the refrigerator door.
/ I look like shit. Here I am eating like an animal while the others are
captured, or worse./
He threw the last bit of the sandwich back into the refrigerator. He groaned
as he stood up, putting pressure on his already injured right leg. He let
out a sharp cry as he felt the pain shoot through his body.
"I have to finish this mission. I have to destroy this base, even if it
kills me," he said to himself.
/ But what about Duo? / He asked himself / He might still be alive. I have
to protect him /
/ He’s just going to get in the way! Heero no baka! I must complete this
mission, even if it means killing him. It’s probably the best way /
He staggered towards the door, his right leg sharply hurting him as he
walked. Finally he reached the door and stopped to catch his breath. He
leaned up against the wall and thought for a moment. Weighing his options,
trying to figure out the best next move.
/ Duo never even gave any sign that he cared for me. / He thought sharply to
himself / Even if I did rescue him what would it matter? I could never tell
him how I felt. I can only imagine what he’d say. "Whoa! Mr. Perfect Soldier
is a queer? I would never have expected it from you!" something like that
would be the response from that beautiful braided American /
Opening the exit door he quickly checked to make sure no OZ soldiers were
nearby. Slowly he began to trudge down the dimly lit corridor, and then he
stopped.
/ There were *no* lights on in this hallway before / he suddenly realized.
Whipping around he saw an OZ officer aim a submachine gun at him. He turned
and tried to run the opposite way. His right leg gave a sharp snap as he did
so and he fell to the ground.
The clamber of footsteps, the buzz of lights being turned on, a cough and
Heero Yuy was then in handcuffs.
-end part 1
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