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"Waiting for Shinigami"Written By: Dragonmistress_7 Disclaimer: I do not own them with a fox, I do
not own them in abox. I do not own them on Tuesday, I borrow them
so we can play. Ido not own Gundam Wing, don't sue me, I don't own
anything! Rating: Eventually, NC-17, for now, like, G? Warnings: OOC, Eventual lemon (1x2)temporarily
POV Pairings: 1x2, 3x4 Summary: The war is finished and time has passed. Heero is sent to find Duo and try to convince him to join Preventer but somewhere along the way feelings change Notes: Kind of strange fic that wouldn't leave
me alone. I don'tthink it will be too long. Not my normal stuff, but
a good start, Ihope. Will set up shrines to all who give feedback.
(winces) soften
Waiting for Shinigami
Chapter 15 Heero silently motioned the others to move in. Like clockwork, Wufei, Sally, Quatre, and Trowa took their positions. Sally and Quatre lifted Trowa to a fire escape that should have creaked and groaned from his movements, but remained silent. He quietly made his way upward, at last carefully peering in the warehouse's window. He was still as death for long seconds, then he gave a signal. Eighteen men inside, moving evidence, possibly others, unseen, no visible muscle. Heero cursed. If there were that many men inside, that was four for each of them optimistically. Maybe as many as five. From how quickly he scrambled back down the eerily silent fire escape, Trowa didn't like it much better. As soon as Trowa was far enough away, Heero hit the comm. link. "Palato?" "Inside, but we're going to have to move in soon or miss our chance," Trowa said. "I didn't see the guy that nailed Miss Gracie, but all the bodyguards seem to be on invisible mode." "Right. Okay, on my signal, we go in. Keep it down for as long as you can, and take out any guards who uninvisible as humanely as possible." Wufei made a sound suspiciously like a snicker. "You've been hanging around with Maxwell for too long. Since when is `uninvisible' a word?" "Since about eight seconds ago. I mean it. Knockout darts if you can possibly help it," Heero retorted, secretly pleased to be compared to his lover. With a little pang of longing, Heero thought about how Duo would wish he was there, helping to take out the men who had dared to harm one that he called friend. He shook it off quickly. This was not the time to get distracted. "Go," One would think that a hostile takeover would produce more sound, more adversity than was happening in this case. The five silently made their way into the building, dropping their adversaries before they had a chance to raise the alarm. Heero caught a glimpse of Sally from the corner of his eye, sneaking up behind her target like a predatory cat, and depositing him on the floor after a blow to the head. On his other side, Wufei was less feline, but equally effective. Heero glanced up to the balcony on the second floor that looked out into the work area. Quatre, an intense look on his face, walked its length at a stride, hardly slowing as man after man fell before him. Trowa, too, took the high path, though he seemed to be enjoying his opportunity to get some target-practice with his blow gun. So much so that he steadied himself with his legs on the railing and leaned sideways from it, firing dart after dart into the work area below. At first he chose isolated workers, but these soon ran out and it wouldn't be long until they were discovered anyway. He looked to Heero, who nodded. A man standing next to Palato suddenly collapsed to the ground. Then, all hell broke loose. As the many remaining workers drew weapons and looked around, Heero suddenly realized they had vastly underestimated the numbers. They had downed so many, yet at least the original eighteen remained, plus at least one or two bodyguards. "In for a penny, in for a pound," Quatre said through the comm. Heero hated how he could sometimes read his thoughts like that. The others said nothing, waited for him to make a decision, but he knew they all agreed. "Palato's mine," he said at last. There was a mass release of breath the other's hadn't even realized they'd been holding. "Who's there?" Palato demanded, his gun held in a sure grip and pointed straight out, even though he was surrounded by workers. "Preventers," Heero called from where he had taken cover behind a crate. "Drop your weapons and put your hands in the air," Yeah, right, like that was going to happen. Still, it was standard procedure, and he was going to make damn sure this arrest was a valid one. A bullet flew by him and hit the wall. "Just once-" Heero began. "I'd like to see them actually drop their weapons and put their hands in the air," Sally finished. Trowa chuckled. "Yeah, and maybe tomorrow all the other drug lords will come to headquarters and turn themselves in," Quatre giggled. "Hello, I'm a wanted man. Here are my weapons and personal affects. Can you please direct me to the prison uniform changing room? I absolutely insist on being searched." "I could arrange that," Trowa muttered, causing Heero, Wufei, and Sally to sputter with laughter. During this banter, bullets and knockout darts had been
flying through the air like a swarm of crazed insects. They were all
unharmed, but Palato's numbers had thinned greatly. The five Preventers
began to close in on the remaining men. Suddenly Palato and two others
broke away and ran, just missing the knockout dart As they took to the street, Heero recognized one of the men with Palato as the man Miss Gracie had identified as her attacker. He wanted to get them both, but was sure he couldn't. Fate would choose for him, he decided. Within two blocks, the third man fell behind. Heero's interest in him was minimal, but still, a criminal was a criminal. It only took a few seconds to tackle the man and handcuff him to a street lamp. This resolved and off his conscience, Heero hurried to catch up to Palato and the other man. He tried to hit them with knockout darts, but each time luck was on their side and soon he was out of ammo. He considered switching to bullets, but didn't really want to if he could help it. He wanted these two alive. At last, a flying tackle landed him Palato. As he almost mechanically went through his spiel about Palato's rights, he watched with real regret as the other man pulled away. It was about this time, however, that a dark blur leapt from an alley and knocked the man down. Heero grinned at his lover, wearing a Preventers jacket and sitting on the man's chest. Duo smiled down at his prisoner. "Hi. I'm with
Preventers. You're under arrest for drug trafficking, assault and
battery, attempted murder, resisting arrest, and first-degree ugliness.
You have the right to keep your mouth shut and not say anything stupid.
If you do say anything stupid, I'm gonna tell your mommy, your daddy,
and a jury of peers and they're all gonna laugh and laugh and laugh.
You have the right to the sleazy lawyer your boss undoubtedly has
on the payroll, and if you're too ugly for him, we'll get you somebody
if I The man opened his mouth to sneer something at the long-haired man, but Duo pulled an apple from his pocket and stuffed it in his mouth. "Ah, ah, ah. You don't have to say anything, remember? Have an apple, they're good for you." "Um, Duo? You technically aren't supposed to gag the suspects," Heero said, standing and pulling the restrained Palato up with him. Duo looked at him in surprise, all innocence. "Gag? I just offered him an apple. I was trying to be friendly." Heero snorted. "I don't suppose you have any extra cuffs? I left mine on a street lamp with a buddy of theirs." Quatre came over the comm. "I'll be there in less than a minute, and you can borrow mine. We already have your guy in custody, and I have to tell you, he's madder than I've ever seen anyone be in my life. You really have to stop cuffing people to whatever is handy." "It was that or let Palato get away," Heero muttered. Quatre's voice came from behind him instead of the comm. "In that case, I don't care if you cuff him to a speeding bus." He put his cuffs on Palato, just a tad too tight. Unfortunately, they were safety cuffs, so he wouldn't be more than uncomfortable. "Hi, Duo. What are you doing here?" Duo had turned his prisoner over and cuffed him and was hauling him to his feet. "Well, as soon as I officially became a Preventer, a bit more than an hour ago, a call came through that all of the best agents were at this warehouse making a drug bust. Naturally, I was somewhat offended. What about me, after all? But instead of correcting the guy by pointing out my presence at the office, I decided to make it true, and here I am." "Uh huh. Duo, why is there an apple in that guy's mouth?" Quatre asked. He didn't even try to hide his smile. It was good to have Duo back. "He's scared of needles," Duo told him solemnly. "Apparently, someone told him an apple a day keeps the doctor away, so he has to have one, even when he's in the process of being arrested. I, being the nice guy I am, decided he could have mine, since it was so important to him." Heero looked at his lover thoughtfully. "You mean you eat them? And here I thought you were supposed to throw them at the doctor." Duo laughed. "With your pitching arm, I'm sure that would work just as well. C'mon, we have bad guys to book and I wanna see if I broke the record for the fastest arrest." Heero and Duo turned their prisoners over to Quatre and Trowa, who had finally caught up. Heero put his arm around his love. "I'm sure you did, because I held it before you, and it was an hour and a half. You're going to be brilliant in this job." Duo softly kissed Heero, his heart suddenly filled to bursting. "Heero? You can say it now," Heero felt himself fill up with hope just like water filling a glass. He looked into Duo's eyes. "I love you, Duo Maxwell. I can't remember a time when I didn't love you," "And you never will. I love you, too, Heero." Duo left like he was about to cry, which was ridiculous, because boys don't cry. Tears spilled down his cheeks. Oh, that was right. He wasn't a boy anymore. He had grown up, into a man. Apparently, men did cry. Duo found he didn't mind. Quatre put his arm around Trowa's waist and leaned into him. "You know something? I think those two are going to make it." "Like you and me?" Trowa asked, looking at his lover with a smile. Quatre shot him an answering grin. "Oh, no. Of course not like that. Nobody else could possibly be as happy as you make me," he assured. "You make me happy, too, happier than I ever thought I deserved to be. By the way, have I told you that you look sexy as hell today?" Trowa asked. Quatre frowned. "I look just like I always do," he insisted. Trowa looked his lover up and down hungrily. "That's what I just said," ~ * ~ |
