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"Five Boy Curry "Written By: Asymphototropic
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam wing. Author: Asymphototropic (attracted toward the
light, but never quite arrives there) Email: asymphototropic@aol.com Rating: NC 17 Warnings: language, yaoi, het Summary: sharing a blanket leads to storytime Pairings: 1x2, 11x2, others tba? Note: "Five Boy Curry" is an actual recipe I got from an in-law who grew up on a Philippine island. I was cooking some curry the other day and the name reminded me of the five gundam boys
" Five Boy Curry "
Part 7. Space surrounded them all, an eternal timeless shroud. Ordinarily Yuy was comfortable in this medium, where he belonged first and best, ruled without question. But at the moment, the unrelenting harsh fatality of it cut into him like a strangler's garrote. He felt the final random seconds had already slipped away from him. His current efforts were merely preamble to a eulogy. He had stolen the rescue vehicle. Because it had the most advanced search equipment anywhere in the galaxy. Well, it belonged to Winner Enterprises, so likely he would be forgiven that transgression. Friend Quatre would understand the urgency of the matter. Breaking and entering. Grand theft. Lift off without filing a flight plan. Evading the outraged pursuit shuttles, losing them, thereby avoiding arrest. Shattering half the Traffic and Transit regs in the book. He had arrived at the debris field in phenomenal time. But at the expense of depleting his fuel. He now had to conserve what little was left, calculating, planning his search pattern in exquisite detail to maximize the utility of his drift on minimal thrust. He already had detected the Preventers' automated distress signal and homed to it. Knew it belonged to Une's flight suit. Maxwell had been undercover at the time of the disaster, and wouldn't willingly be caught dead within the same solar system as Preventers' equipment. Yuy shuddered at this turn-of-phrase. Caught dead. Yes. That was the salient point, wasn't it? Yuy didn't object to rescuing Une, certainly not. But heart's desire was the fleeting hope, flickering now, nearly extinguished, burned out for lack of atmosphere. To see Duo one last time. If the man was dead, what use was such a sentiment? You don't believe Maxwell's dead, he accused himself. Why steal a medical vehicle, if only to recover a corpse? Foolish hope, utterly illogical, battling despair. All emotions impairing his efficiency. Eject them. Counter productive. Duo would laugh at his current conflict. Heero craved Duo's laughter. Would kill to get it. He passed several life pods without investigating them. Which was against the law. But those who rode the lifepods had not yet run out of time. The location was swarming with Sweepers, attracted by the rich salvage opportunity, as well as the compulsion to rescue their own. The victims in lifepods stood a good chance of survival. Yuy passed more than one suitless corpse. Also illegal, this neglect of body retrieval. He had merely noted the time and location of each sighting. And the absence of a braid. Before resuming his search pattern. When he detected the mech in the distance, he almost passed it by, uninspected. Because its life support systems were nonfunctional. If anyone was aboard, he was dead. But Yuy felt strangely drawn to it. Maybe because it was a mech, and Duo would have been drawn to it too? Heero spent a quick burn of his precious decimated fuel source to approach the lifeless metal mockery of humanity. And then the observation struck him with a thrill of mingled hope and dismay. The mech's arms were crossed upon its chest. The strange posture served as an SOS, or a heat conservation measure. Possibly both. All of which meant, at the time of its explosive ejection, someone had been aboard. Someone recently alive. Someone knowledgeable of mech functions. Someone like Maxwell. Heero's anxiety grew. He noted the mech's gravity generator was functioning. A phenomenally expensive, rare device. Most small vehicles would have included such a luxury lower on the priority list than a bathtub and a goldfish tank. And what an absurdity, that this device was in working condition when the life support maintenance had failed. But the point was, it was functioning. Someone must have turned it on. So the mech held a passenger. And if that person was wearing a flight suit, he might still be alive. With ridiculous hope teasing at him in sneering tones, Yuy closed with the mech. The Grand Vizier surveyed his domain. A steady flow of giggling young women, Une's ladies in waiting ran in, bearing steaming pitchers of water. Emptied the vessels into the bathtub prominently displayed in the center of the Throne Room. Smirked covertly at the five beautiful boys. Then skipped off to obtain more hot water. Une glared at Duo with imperial command firing her eyes. The young gravedigger stared stubbornly back. He had gotten no further in disrobing than dropping his belt. When the stream of pretty girls commenced, his activity had ground to a sudden complete halt. The Empress spoke irresistibly, dangerously. "You had better go assist your friend's endeavors. Before I borrow Wufei's sword for an impromptu beheading." They rushed hastily to Duo's aid. Trowa unfastened the young man's tunic, while Quatre unlaced his leggings. Heero groped the small of his friend's back to loosen the breechclout knot. Meanwhile Wufei drew forth a pair of brightly enameled chopsticks and fastened Duo's braid in a coil at the back of his head. "That's better," the Empress purred at the view. Duo stood in the semicircle of his friends. Revealed in his nude glory. "Vast Heaven and Great Earth!" Quatre muttered. "Duo," Wufei prodded. "Move," Trowa added. Without budging his stance, Duo placed his fists defiantly upon his bare hips. Heero urged in a whisper. "Get into the tub." At a safe distance, Zechs just chuckled. Eyes flashing, the Empress appeared ready to consummate her threat of summary execution. Seething, she rose from her throne, her berserker power crackling about her, and stalked toward her insubordinate subject. Desperate measures were in order. Heero seized Duo in his mighty grasp, lifted him and dropped him bodily into the bath. The resultant tidal wave rose to drench the young men. There came a confused moment of nothing but dripping and spluttering. Then the aftershock. A horrible thought struck them all simultaneously. Had they splashed the regal person of the Empress? Visions of five beautiful heads, dismembered, mounted on spikes outside the palace gates, occurred to them all. Heero, Trowa, Quatre and Wufei turned to face their united doom. While Duo tried to clear the lavender oil from his eyes. ~ * ~
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