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" Traitor "Written By: PinkKuri The My Human Arc. Fic 2
Warnings- Gods `n goddesses `n other good mythical
crap… slight OOCness and more things to worry about later. Pairings- 1x2, hinted 3x4, hinted 5xOC Rating: R until later. Disclaimer: I don't own GW or its characters ~*~ "Traitor" I shuddered; it was too cold out here. Mario was an unmanageable bastard, and I would torture and kill him for his loud mouth. I glanced down at my hands, the microfilm I had been carrying was still in tact, and I knew I would finish this mission successfully. Mario, on the other hand, would not. “Yuy! Stop now!” A thick baritone called from behind me, but I did not stop, even from the sound of an unlatched safety being pulled from the barrel of a Cougar Magnum. I was not afraid of the old model gun, and I was not afraid of Mario. I had promised to kill him, and why would I break such a thing of unimportant trust? “I’m warning you Heero Yuy, I’ll give
you up to OZ!” The silencer attached to my own handy weapon was all that stood between the double agent’s life and his death. Without second thoughts, or regrets, I left the slower boys body to rot and die. Dr. G would be upset, yes, but I know it won’t take him long to find a replacement for Gundam 02. . . . . . . . The safe house was asleep when I arrived, but it wasn’t like the others were that important. I never socialized with them. I never wanted to. I fled straight to my room to type my mission report, keeping the microfilm safely tucked inside the hidden pocket within my spandex shorts the entire time, determined not to let the other pilots know of the mission. OZ craft carriers would find a dead Gundam pilot within the next week, then, I would tell the others. I hated their loud mouths. As I closed the door behind me softly, I locked it, like always, and headed to the bathroom to shower. I did this everyday around 7pm, but because of the mission, I had gone days without cleaning. I felt dirty, and I’m sure I looked it as well. The microfilm never left my sight, even through my shower; I watched its place on the sink next to me until soap would get in my eyes. It was only when I washed my hair that I looked away. The most relaxing thing at the end of the day was to massage my scalp with the thickly scented shampoo. The aroma of a strong vanilla was calming, and the tension lessened when I was able to use my fingers to gratify instead of punish. I would touch no one else though, and no one else would ever touch me. I was my only comfort. It wasn’t until after midnight when I finished my shower because I had gotten back extremely late, and now I couldn’t sleep. I never could anymore. My gut felt nervous, but my mask remained glued into place, and I held onto my Soldier mode even when alone. It always felt like I was being watched. Grunting slightly, I stood from the balcony window, not wanting to leave the comfort of the spring breeze and the air of my homeland, but I had to attempt to sleep without success or my night would not feel complete without this one little failure. The only failure I would allow as a battle hardened soldier at the age of 17. A tree branch snapped, and so did my body as I jerked and had my gun pulled before I could even breathe. No one I could see. I walked quietly to my window, peering at the closest tree, and still found nothing tangled within the slightly bare branches of the spring Palm. My internal guard stood high as I pretended to be satisfied, and turned my back on the window. My window frame creaked this time. My gun was drawn again. I felt paranoid, but knew someone was here. I remained calm, I had been through worse, hell and high water, a little noise shouldn’t be freaking me out. What was I jumpy about? ~ I watched him intently, curious, mesmerized. So this was Sable’s human. Sable had told me about this creature, this beautiful mortal, before she had been called back to her kingdom, and her place among the other Guardians. // “I must leave you now, Lord Duo. My master bids
me.” She had been so kind, and now that I had a name to research on, I might as well be deferential and use it. The boy in front of me was extremely responsive. Skills of some of the highest of trained Gods, yet he remained mortal. I marveled at the muscles covered under his lean body and smooth, creamy skin. I knew he could hear the noises I purposely made, but I knew he could not see me. Then someone spoke. “Do you like what you see, my lord?” It was Sable, his Angel, the lucky girl. “Yes, yes I do.” Despite my amusement over the mortal, I asked Sable a question she had to answer. “Who’s your creator, Sable?” She smiled
at my blunt curiosity. It took a generous amount of time before that thought sank in, and I realized that this was WuFei’s covert mate. He had kept her identity from everyone for so long, and now I finally knew. And was he lucky. I had no gender specification, but Sable really was beautiful, her Korean features clashing with her bright green eyes and slight European shyness. She was the perfect blend. I wondered where WuFei ever found such a lost creature. My focus was turned back to the human now. The intriguing person had forgotten my commotion and was seated in a chair, facing a table with some sort of black box in front of him. He had opened it to reveal a screen that blinked and produced light. The intrusion blinded me momentarily, before I saw his face more clearly. He had dark, stern cobalt blue eyes and a firmly set jaw. A definite soldier. And a perfect one at that. His hair was a messy chocolate and his muscled body was even more defined in the strange light. In a word, he was gorgeous. Sable giggled from behind me, and I turned to see her looking between the human and me hopefully, silently asking if I wished to go further in her plan. From earlier, I had realized how dangerous this was going to be. I was risking the Angel, the mortal, and myself. Possibly even Hell itself as a whole. But do you honestly think after millions of years of having a cold bed and a table with food for two but only one occupant was going to make me stop? No, it was going to keep me going. I looked to the boy, who was inserting something into the strange box, then smiled at Sable, and nodded my head in agreement. Tomorrow, Hell would be an afterthought, and this mortal, would be my future. ………………… TBC…
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