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"Cause and Effect"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: I own Gundam Wing. I also own Australia,
the San Francisco Zoo and the Chattanooga Choo-Choo Pairings: 2x4 Rating: NC-15…probably Spoilers: Nada Warnings: Probably TWT, romance, yaoi, language,
some violence, some angst, lime Betas: Velvet and Caitilin Author’s Insane Ramblings: This is Velvet’s fault. And Caitilin’s
too, come to think of it. Caitilin got me in the mood for 2x4 with
a comment she made, and Velvet sent me a fic that got the wheels turning.
Besides, Caitilin keeps feeding the stupid plot bunny! With carrots,
no less! *beams proudly* Now that the blame is sufficiently cast,
I can go about my business. " Cause and Effect"
I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God
who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended
us to forgo their use. " Chapter 5
“Roughly three quarters,” Heero answered factually. We all winced. There was a meeting of sorts going on in Heero and Wufei’s room. After three days of being on campus, we decided to pool together what information we had gathered. Duo was comfortably ensconced in my arms on Wufei’s bed. After that disastrous scene the first day here, I had quickly established the habit of holding him whenever possible. Which isn’t a hardship. Duo’s *fun* to cuddle! “They *do* have teaching degrees,” Heero continued with a sour voice. “But they are definitely OZ.” “Hn. Are they contacting the local military base?” Wufei’s brow was furrowed slightly, indicating that he was thinking at light speeds. “Only on pay day.” Okay, well the doctors were right, OZ was here. But in what role? “Wufei, what have you observed?” “Not much,” he admitted darkly. “There is something odd, however. All of the encyclopedias, history books, and fiction books are brand new in the library. Nothing over a year old.” Okay…in a school of this size and age, that was odd. “And the science sections? Languages?” “Some go back fifty years. They’re of all different years.” “Why just those sections?” Duo mused aloud. I could literally see it click in Heero’s head. He swore softly under his breath. “I might have an answer to that. When I went to L3, I discovered certain schools were trying to re-write history.” Like a puzzle piece sliding home, all of the facts around me fell into place. “OZ isn’t here as a military presence. They’re trying to train the new generation of leaders.” “I don’t like that theory, Q.” Duo drew my arms tighter around his chest. “If you’re right, then the next generation of leaders are going to be just like OZ.” “Only if they win the war,” Wufei corrected. His eyes were full of determination and a dark promise. “And they aren’t going to.” “This isn’t our fight,” I agreed softly. “We need to gather as much information as we can, then we’ll pass the information on to someone who can do something about it. The doctors, if no one else.” “Agreed,” Heero murmured. “Wufei and I will investigate the library more thoroughly.” “I think me and Q should mingle among the masses.” I agreed with a slow nod. “Yes. Let’s stir up the pot a little, and see what floats to the top, shall we?” + During lunch, my boyfriend and I wandered around the campus holding hands. We probably looked like a couple just enjoying some time together. In reality… “So who should we pick on first?” Duo’s eyes were panning the area around us. “I think we should avoid the fan girls altogether. They don’t exactly pay attention to anything but boys anyway.” “You forget hair and nails,” Duo corrected loftily. “And clothes.” “And everybody’s sex lives.” “Did we mention boys?” “Yup. So we should go for the brainiacs?” “It would be a very good place to start. Guys or girls?” “Girls. Guys are liable to take one look at us and start swingin’.” “…good point. And what are we going to ask anyway? ‘Hey, do you think OZ is brainwashing you’? They don’t even know OZ is on campus.” Duo winked at me. “Leave it to me.” Gladly. *He’s* the one that can talk himself out of everything. Duo can charm the warts off a toad—my only talent is looking innocent when everything goes wrong and people start looking for someone to blame. We kept walking, heading for the area near the library. Most of the studious people hung out in that area, for some reason. Duo made a little “Ahaha!” of victory, and started towing me rapidly. “Duo?” “It’s Kibo-chan,” he told me in excitement. “I bet if anyone knows anything, it’s going to be her. Besides, she doesn’t fawn over you.” I knew there was an ulterior motive in there somewhere. Kibo was propped up against the building, hair up in her usual French braid, book in her lap. A really thick book in her lap. She looked up as we approached, and smiled in welcome. “Hello.” “Hi. We got a question.” Duo is so generous about that. I’m always somehow included as part of the ‘we’ be it problems, solutions, or potential trouble. She shrugged slightly. “Ask.” “I noticed earlier today that Heero Yuy’s assassination wasn’t covered in class.” Kibo’s eyes narrowed slightly. Raising a finger to her lips she whispered, “Softly, Duo-kun. You’re treading all over a forbidden topic.” She gestured us closer and we sank down to our knees to hear her better. “I’m not sure if you know this or not, but about a year ago a whole new batch of teachers came in, and at the same time they got rid of all the old history books and encyclopedias. Most of the fiction too, because it referred to world events. Ever since then, certain points in history aren’t brought up—the Yuy assassination is one of them.” Duo and I shared glances. Then Heero’s theory was true, they really were trying to rewrite history. Erk. “How do you know of the missing parts?” I inquired. “I’m a book worm,” Kibo pointed out dryly. “And a history fan, too. I don’t depend on the school for my information, and I certainly don’t do most of my research at the library. I have my own books. Seriously, though—don’t bring this up with anyone else. And I mean that. People have brought it up before and the results weren’t good.” Duo shifted slightly. Unease? “What results?” “They either shut up very quickly, or they disappeared. I’m not really sure what happened to them.” I gave Duo’s hand a squeeze, indicating it was enough. We knew what we needed to, and I doubt we’d get any better information on this. We couldn’t afford to break our cover just yet. “Thanks, Kibo-chan.” “No problem.” She hesitated, then smiled fully. “And if you are ever curious as to what *really* happened in history, just ask and I’ll give you a slew of books to look through.” “We’ll keep it in mind,” Duo promised. “That’s what they all say!” she returned cheerfully, not insulted in the slightest. I really do like Kibo. It’s kind of a shame that I won’t be able to get to know her any better. With a last thanks, we left and went back the way we came. “Sooo…” Duo grinned at me impishly. “Now that we’ve been good and gotten that out of the way, you wanna mess around?” A returning smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. “We could try to fit into the shower again…” “Sounds like a yes to me!” Laughing like a maniac, he towed me at high speed back to our room. I just hoped it took a long, long time for Heero and Wufei to complete their end of things… + Mmm…I absolutely love kissing my boyfriend. Shifting against the bed, I drew him in between my thighs, the towel wrapped around his waist rubbing against my jeans. He moaned low, rubbing his tongue against mine, the hot flavor of him blossoming on my tongue. So damn fine… A lock of cool hair, still wet from the shower landed on my bare chest. I shivered at the contact, and felt myself harden again. We had *just* finished a very hot and enthusiastic make out session in the shower! You’d think my body would be content for a while. Of course, if I hadn’t been aroused by having a mostly-naked and amorous Duo on top of me, I’d probably be dead. Gathering up handfuls of chestnut hair, I drew him in more and arched against him to find a little relief from the growing need in my groin. Duo rubbed back, and the kiss became something darker and more demanding. *knock knock* We pulled slightly apart. “Who could that be?” I was glaring at the door, very put out with whoever it was on the other side. They have rotten timing. “Doesn’t matter,” Duo muttered above me. His mouth traveled down to nibble on my right ear. What is his fascination with my right ear? He never nibbles on the left one, just the right. “We’re ignoring it.” *KNOCK KNOCK* “You’d better open this door *Alder*.” That was most definitely Wufei. Sighing, I pushed Duo off of me and went to answer it. Wufei pushed through once I had opened the door, and stopped just inside. He gave me a very elaborate study, taking in the only jeans attire, then Duo who was wearing a towel. A very skimpy towel. I’ve grown rather fond of that towel. “Can you two control your hormones for at least one day?” “No,” Duo refuted cheerfully. “Do you care to explain why you felt it necessary to bust in on a very good make out session?” Wufei flushed, glared, and focused on me. Apparently I was the saner one of the group at the moment. “Trowa sent word that our cover has been blown. We have about an hour to get out of here.” Duo swore and dove for the bathroom, snatching up clothes as he went. “How?” I demanded while diving for a shirt. It might even be my shirt, who knows? “Someone actually recognized Duo and reported it to their superiors. Their description was lousy, which is why we have as much time as we do. Trowa hampered things a bit to buy us more time.” “Understood.” We already had a plan in place for leaving in a hurry, so I shooed Wufei out. I was packed and ready to go in ten minutes, as was Duo. We hurried out into the hall (thankfully deserted during this time of the day, most people were eating dinner right now) and out the back of the building. Heero pulled up in a car as we came out, Wufei joining us a moment later with two duffle bags. Duo rapped twice on the trunk, and Heero popped it open. As we threw bags inside, I heard a sharp inhalation behind me and whirled around. Kibo? In her hands were sheets of paper. I could just see the top of one of them—a wanted poster. I quickly went to her side and snatched them from her hands. It hadn’t been just Duo. They had recognized me as well, and they had a very good description of Heero and Wufei. Apparently the situation had changed since Trowa had contacted Wufei. I looked up at her, and was met with a calm expression. “How did you get these?” “My father is a general. I make a habit of going through the correspondence room in order to see him every afternoon. As I passed through, I found those on the fax machine in his secretary’s office.” She paused slightly before adding, “No one else has seen these yet.” Absently I folded them in half. Kibo was one of the smartest people I had met at this school—if she knew what was happening, she would surely be able to figure out why. “Are you aware of what is happening here?” “Yes. They’re trying to rewrite history. I don’t know what organization is behind all of this, but they’re trying to train the next generation of leaders to think in a certain way.” “OZ,” Duo put in quietly. “It’s OZ doing it.” She frowned a little. “I should have guessed that. What are you going to do?” “Pass on the information to someone who can do something,” I told her. “We’re terrorists—not politicians. There’s little that we can do short of blowing the campus up.” “And why are you telling us all of this?” I blinked. Since when had Heero joined in on this discussion? “I’m a history buff,” she told him bluntly. “I’ve read over and over what happens when a totalitarian government takes control of a nation. I have no desire to live in such a nation. The Gundam pilots and other resistance groups are the only people who are fighting against them. The least I can do is warn you when you’re in trouble.” Her eyes took in our bags and the car, and she shrugged wryly. “Although it looks like I didn’t have to worry. I admit, I was wondering how I was going to find you in the boys’ dorm without being caught, even going in the back way.” “We appreciate it anyway,” Duo told her with a gamine grin. I shoved the posters into my pocket. “Let’s lock and load, guys.” As they climbed into the car, I bowed to her slightly. “Thank you, Kibo-chan.” “Anytime, Quatre-kun. And win, okay?” “Okay.” With a last wave I climbed in next to Duo. Heero punched it a moment later and we rapidly crossed the campus and through the gates to the outside world. Geez…and he claims *I’m* the speed demon? ~*~*~*~
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