"A War Worth Fighting"
Written By: SkyLark
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gundman Wing, or its
characters. I just love playing with them.
Pairings: Eventual 1x2
Warnings: Swearing, angst, violence, angst, torture,
did I mention angst?
Betaed by ShenLong Deb *hugs*
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Rating: R
Summary: Duo is fighting in the second World War
when he's captured by the enemy.
To view the pic by shiyasim
that inspired this fic; click HERE
"A War Worth Fighting"
When Heero slowly came to, he found himself naked between two blankets.
Tightly wrapped around him was an equally naked Duo, his loose hair
draping over them and around them. Breathless at the sight for a moment,
the sergeant blinked his widened cobalt eyes at the fey-like creature
he held.
Recalling their prior night’s lovemaking, he could
not help but smile while at the same time feeling himself harden again.
His lover shifted and nuzzled closer with a soft murmur, making him
hiss when a leg brushed against his groin. That was enough to alert
Duo as he blinked his violet eyes open.
It did not take long for the long-haired soldier to
remember why they were naked and entangled as they were. Smirking
mischievously, he looked up to his partner’s face and took hold
of his cock in a firm grip. “Good morning,” he greeted huskily.
Heero whimpered and panted as the hand moved up and
down his length. “G-good morning,” he stammered. Pushing
himself up to straddle his lover, Duo’s smirk only became all
the more wicked. Easily starting a new fire with the embers in the
pit beside them by loading up another pile of branches and tree trunk
shavings, he lowered himself onto the officer for a searing kiss.
Pulling back, their lips brushed against each other
as he asked quietly, “Round two?” Only to make his request
more difficult to deny, Maxwell stuck a finger into his mouth before
moving it behind him to trace along the sergeant’s tight rim.
“I’ve been dreaming of how I can return the favor from last
night.”
Moaning deeply, Heero moved his body downward until
the finger at his entrance just managed to press in a bit. Just as
Duo was so kind to put it, he had also been imagining and longed to
know what it would be like to be filled by his lover. His head rocking
back, eyes closed, he begged, “Yes.”
For the remainder of the morning, few words were spoken
as the pair moved their bodies together as one. The rest of the world
be damned, they had finally found themselves where they wanted to
be.
* * * *
March 9, 1945. Evening.
"Iwo Jima cannot fall!" the Sergeant Major cried as he slammed
a fist on the table covered with maps. "That is a very strategic
landmark for our planes!"
Rubbing his temples against his building headache, Treize looked to
the old man across from him and sighed, "Which is exactly
why the Americans are fighting so hard for it. They are losing more
men in the battles, but they are still pushing on."
He pointed to the top map laying out all of the relayed locations
of the soldiers from both sides. "Now I have studied these damned
maps for days to come up with some way out of the inevitable and there
is nothing to be found. Have the commanders stay there and stall as
long as they like, my friend, but it is only a matter of days before
the island is lost to your country."
Finally allowing the reality of the situation to sink in, the Sergeant
Major stared at the map with a look of defeat. There was no use arguing
just for the sake of arguing. Iwo Jima was badly wanted by both opponents.
And the Americans could simply keep coming where the Japanese soldiers
were already spread too thin.
Satisfied when his captor was silent, Treize ran a hand through his
hair and removed another map that showed Japan and all of the islands
around it. "This island hopping tactic that the Americans have
been executing is flawless," he frowned.
"The fleets going to each prime location had more than enough
troops on-board to flush out whoever may oppose them. Quick and effective,
they are making their way to the mainland. Now they have the Marinas
Islands and other strategic points in the Pacific."
With a rough swallow, the old man questioned, "And you have heard
more information on Germany's situation? The longer they are still
fighting, the more time we have to get our bearings."
Only disheartening further at that, the liaison reluctantly informed,
"The Germans have evacuated Danzig to give their eastern
borders more protection when the Russians arrive. They are losing
ground every day, causing Hitler to make desperate and disastrous
decisions.
“His latest error is an offensive against the Soviets
in Hungary which is a doomed cause. Before long, the country will
be in a vice that will be crushing them from both sides."
Taking a deep breath, the old man ran a hand through his own short,
dark hair. Releasing the air slowly, he rose to his feet and
began to pace. This was far from where he had hoped the axis powers
would be at this stage in the war. This was far from where anyone
wanted to be at this point in the war.
In a matter of days, Iwo Jima would fall and the Americans would have
free reign of the air posts there. Reaching the mainland would be
much easier on their planes, not to mention the oil reserves that
they would have power over with that little island.
No. Things were not looking good at all from this standpoint. There
had to be something, something that would turn the tide back in their
favor.
Raising a finger, the Sergeant Major turned to the liaison. "You
keep working on finding a way through this for us," he ordered
in a low growl. "I refuse to believe that we are doomed in this."
'Just as stubborn as the leaders of your country,' Treize thought
to himself. Instead of voicing his opinion and angering the one man
that he would still lever with to get out of his situation, he nodded
firmly, "Of course. I will use everything at my disposal to help
however I can."
He did not dare press his luck by asking for some... company that
he may be able to keep. Judging by the old man's demeanor, he was
not in the mood for such a request. Especially since he had yet to
secure that last prisoner to make up for the one that got away. Bringing
it up would only anger him further by forcing him to recall his misplaced
trust in one of his own.
A wide search had been ordered throughout the northern island
without any sign of the two escapees. There was not even a hint
to what direction they'd headed or where they intended to go. Every
day that passed, the chances of ever coming up with the
pair was growing more and more dim.
Regardless of whether they were captured or not, the bigger picture
remained the war. If the United States continued their progress towards
the mainland, it would not matter what became of them.
More than anything, Treize was concerned with making his getaway.
While the Sergeant Major and the country's leaders were blind to it,
he knew that they were doomed to fail any and every attempt they made
to come out on top. And he was not about to be trapped there
when they fell just as Germany would.
Taking up his uniform cap, the old man announced, "I will
be taking my leave to get more information on where the battle
at Iwo Jima stands as of now. Expect another visit from me tomo-"
He was cut off by the sudden ringing of the telephone.
Dark eyes narrowing in confusion, the Sergeant Major crossed the room
to pick up the receiver while greeting simply, "Yes?"
From where he was watching at the table in the center of the room,
Treize noted the stiffening of the back turned to him. Instantly, the
hairs on his neck stood on end at knowing something was terribly wrong.
"I... I see," the officer stammered. "Of course. I
will be leaving immediately for further details. Thank you for informing
me." Slowly, his hand lowered the receiver back into its cradle.
Pale-faced, the Sergeant major turned to face his worried liaison
and breathed, "Tokyo is burning." [1]
* * * *
That following morning...
On the deck of the Enterprise, Wufei stood beneath his plane with
a paintbrush in hand and can of white paint at his feet. Retouching
his message of 'For the Essex,' he could hear the continuing battle
on Iwo Jima not far from the carrier's post.
The weeks had proven both successful and tragic for the American soldiers.
Numbers of casualties rose to unforeseen figures considering how small
the island was. But, the Japanese troops were not about to go down
without a fight.
Whatever they had to do, even if they had to fight to the last man,
that island was going to have a United States flag on every beach.
Every soldier stationed there was devoted to seeing that happen- whatever
the cost.
For the crew of the Enterprise, their stay at Iwo Jima
had come to an end. In the midst of sailing out for the naval base
Ulithi for supplies and minor repairs, they were putting their faith
in those that would remain to finish the job. And they knew they would
finish it.
They would also leave with the satisfaction of knowing
that they had played a huge role in the win that was sure to come.
Working around the clock, the aircraft of the Enterprise had once
spent a consistent one hundred and seventy-four hours in the skies
over the island. [2]
Such a feat was nothing to be ashamed of by any means.
For those from the Essex, they had the privilege of
repaying their enemies for the damage and death brought down on their
ship. If nothing more came out of their struggle over that piece of
land, that was more than enough for them.
Over the sounds of explosions and continuous gunfire, a loud voice
called, "Men! I need your attention!" Blinking in surprise,
the Chinese pilot lowered is white-coated paintbrush and turned to
find his team's Captain standing behind him.
Johnny and the other pilots that had been sitting on the deck close
by came running in. Making a circle around their leader, they waited
anxiously for what sort of announcement needed to be made.
Taking a deep breath, the tall Captain informed, "Last evening,
there was an attack on Tokyo by our air force. More than three hundred
B-29's have been sent there to light the place on fire with a rain
of bombings as a wake-up call to the Japanese leaders." As expected,
the young men gathered around gaped with wide eyes at the news.
No joy came from news like this. So many planes bombing the city would
have devastated everything below, killing thousands of civilians.
It was one thing when a life was taken between soldiers in battle.
It was a complete other when unsuspecting and uninvolved innocents
were slaughtered.
Frowning deeply, the Captain rubbed the top of his closely shaven
head and sighed, "I know that this is not what anyone wanted.
But, if it serves to scare the leaders here into surrendering, perhaps
it was needed in the grand scheme of things. Word of the attack was
just confirmed and so I wanted to be the first to tell you what is
going on. That is all"
Heads nodded and muttered appreciations were offered before the men
saluted their leader and split off again. Shaking his head, Johnny
joined Wufei beneath his plane and sighed, "Damn. Just when the
world didn't seem like it could get any crazier."
Unable to really say anything at that moment, his heart heavy as it
was, the Chinese pilot took up his paintbrush and dabbed it back into
the paint can. Thousands were gone. Snuffed out before they even had
a chance to know what was happening to them and why.
Everyone that worked in the air force knew what kind of images there
would have been in Tokyo during the raid. And it was something that
would linger in their minds always.
Biting his lip, Johnny finally found his voice enough to turn and
watch his friend as he asked, "Do you think that will be enough
to make them surrender."
His hand stilling, Wufei could not bear to face the other pilot. Staring
up at his message, he stated simply, "No. That will not be enough."
Though he expected as much, the redhead could not help but feel a
knot lock in his throat. Staring out to the island, he frowned, "I'm
afraid to even wonder what the hell it would take short of the hand
of God itself."
* * * *
Sylvia dried her wet hands after washing her dinner dishes when
she heard a knock on her front door. Frowning, the young woman stepped
from the kitchen while silently wondering who would be visiting
her. No one ever visited her.
Much to her surprise, she found two armed soldiers waiting on
the front porch when she opened her home. Cobalt eyes widening, she
placed a hand over her chest at instantly thinking
the worst. "H-Hai?" she managed in a strangled voice
as her knees began to go weak.
Bowing his head, the closer and taller of the soldiers greeted, "Mrs.
Yuy, we have been sent here on behalf of our Sergeant Major. We need
to search your home." His dark eyes narrowing, he stepped
closer and warned, "By force if necessary."
Jaw falling slack, Sylvia stammered, "S-search my home?"
Knowing better than to question the young men before her,
she stepped aside and allowed them to enter.
Hands on the handles of their pistols, the pair stepped
in and went right to searching the rooms. Standing back and out of
their way, the blonde young woman held her tongue as she watched them
move up and down her estate while checking inside every
nook and cranny they found.
When that did not show them what they were looking for, they went
through her paperwork and opened her mail that she had not had a chance
to sort through.
Only after every inch had been combed through did the men meet back
up, shaking their heads to the unspoken question between
them. The taller looked to the owner of the home and questioned, "Have
you been in contact with your son at all, Mrs. Yuy?"
Taken aback yet again, Sylvia's eyes widened anew. "No,"
she shook her head. "I have not heard from Heero in
months."
At that, the smaller of the soldiers leaned close to his comrade and
whispered so quietly that the mother had to strain to hear. "I
looked through every piece of paper I could find. She is
telling the truth."
His partner nodded and put on a wide smile. Bowing at the waist,
he said, "Thank you for your time, Mrs. Yuy. Have a good
evening." Without another word or an explanation, the two soldiers
headed out and closed the door behind them.
Gripping the tall floor lamp beside her to steady herself, Sylvia
let out the breath she had been holding. Her chest thumped
with her racing heart as she peered through her large window
to watch the young men walk off quickly into the night.
Slowly straightening herself, she all but ran for her telephone.
Heero. Those men had been looking for Heero. Which meant
that he was in danger somehow. And if he was in danger... now she
was as well.
Picking up her receiver, she spun the dial for the long series of
numbers needed to connect her call. Only two rings later, the call
was answered as a familiar voice greeted, "Hello?"
Sweat beading her brow, Sylvia replied quietly, "Dad. I cannot
stay on long to explain but I[added 'I'] need your help."
* * * *
Seated at the edge of their cave high in the mountain
ranges where they were hiding, Heero and Duo leaned against one another
while watching the sun set below the horizon. The private sighed in
content and closed his eyes. “So what are you thinking about?”
he asked after a long, companionable silence.
Resting his head atop the braided one on his shoulder,
the sergeant answered quietly, “My mother.”
“Same here,” Duo sighed. Opening his violet
eyes to watch the changing sky, he wrapped his hands around the one
in his lap. “It’s starting to get warm again,” he commented.
“Spring is coming around.”
Heero nodded, “We’ll have to be on the move
again now that the weather is more favorable. The sooner we get to
the city of Hakodate, the better.” Lightly kissing his partner’s
forehead, he smirked, “Then our mothers can finally get a good
night’s sleep.”
Biting his lip, the American raised his head to meet
the cobalt gaze on him. Almost afraid of pushing too hard, he could
not help but inquire, “So… do you know what you’ll
do when we get to Hakodate and we find a way to get me home?”
The officer squeezed the hands holding his and answered
quietly, “I’ll say goodbye.” Laughing when his lover
straightened with a gasp and opened his mouth to protest, he raised
a hand to stop him. “Only briefly so I can reunite with my mom
so that we can leave for the States together,” he smirked.
Violet eyes widening, Duo’s mouth opened and closed
a few times before he breathed, “You mean it? You’ll come
to stay there… with me?”
Chuckling, Heero rested their foreheads together and
whispered, “I can’t imagine myself anywhere in the world
without you. If you’ll have me with you.”
With tears clouding his vision, he smiled widely. Closing
the distance between them, he gave his answer through a fierce kiss
that sealed their pact.
No matter what it took, they both had a common goal
that they were determined to see through... Live through the war.
And be together at the end.
TBC
[1] Here is more information in the Tokyo fire bombings: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bombing_of_Tokyo_in_World_War_II
[2] This and other faces of the USS Enterprise can be found here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/USS_Enterprise_(CV-6)
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