More Warnings: 1x2, explicit language, slightly supernatural element
.Scathed Light.
Come And Get Me Odin
It's almost coming. The day is so near I can taste it!
It's almost time for the clash. The clash of the Gods!
And I know that I'll be the victor...
Night had fallen. The sky once toned in violet with its gentle sheen of starlight was now a deep black filled with silver glitter. The moon was full, shining with a mockery as it took over the landscape. The cold wind roared, letting its domain be known, and the waves of the sea beckoned to its call, shaking violently. This night was perhaps the first time Heero could feel the cold wind sting his skin. Not that he cared, but simply the fact that he felt it, and signified it all.
Danfar, you've stolen something I value. You deceived me and mislead me. For that, I am qualified to kill you.
Danfar. How should he dispose of the man? Shooting was too easy, too simple. Stabbing was much better, more blood, more pain and anguish before the final breath. Drag his body back into Sakura's room perhaps? First priority was to get back Duo. He had to stay focused to this. Finding Duo at all costs. All costs. No life amounted up to the value he found in Duo's.
Heero walked along the street side, a group of three small children began to run across the street past him. One was tugging the other two with glee to their faces, laughing and giggling with their childish shrills seeping into the night. Heero remained with his hands tucked into his pockets. There was a small bar in front of him, the name of the bar was posted in broken, supposedly neon lights. The walls of the buildings paint was old and chipped, it's siding covered with posters and ads. It was the closest place to the OZ facility that sold liquor. The door was open, revealing the sight of the small worn out bar within and it's selection of OZ military enjoying themselves in alcohol. The Wing pilot entered the bar without hesitation, the bartender eyeing the boy strangely. Heero appeared to be older from a distance, but as he approached the bar, his age became more apparent.
"Are you lost?" The bartender asked, wiping a glass curiously. Heero seated himself, playing along with the bartenders' idiot questions. "Hai." The bartender looked around the room, rubbing his chin before he continued to speak, "Here's not the best place for you, and if I were you I'd go seek help somewhere else." The Japanese boy surmounted a slow glare, recoiling his anger. "Nonsense, I can help you!" A voice beside Heero said too eagerly. Heero turned his gaze to be faced with a man possessing short black hair and a stupidly, disgusting smile. The man was almost Heero's size, only slightly taller, and flat out drunk. "And I wouldn't go with him if I were you," The bartender advised. Heero clenched his teeth, speaking through them with a deep voice, "You're not me, you would never even be able to comprehend me." The cobalt-eyed boy reached out his hands to grip fiercely to the drunk mans shoulder, urging him out of the bar.
The man laughed, stumbling out into the night with a drunken mans stagger. His brown eyes shifting slowly as his eyes barely managed to keep open. The man wet his lips, staring Heero over expertly, "Come on with me young man, my cars just over here!" The words the man uttered were slurred, his body forcing its organs not to regurgitate the vile substances consumed. Heero followed wordlessly. There within the shadows near a leaning tree was a simple jeep with black and green stripes. The man pulled into his jeep, moving to the driver's seat, this was a mistake Heero quickly corrected, he shoved the man to the side. "I'll drive," Heero said as a statement. The man didn't seem to mind. "I thought you were lost?" The drunken man bellowed. Heero gave the man no answer, "Hand me the keys." The man fidgeted to fumble his keys from his pocket, a wicked grin on his face, "What will ya do for me if I give them to ya?" Without word Heero snagged the keys from the man. He turned on the engine, pulling out from the lot to drive towards the facility. The drunken OZ man narrowed his eyes, "We're going there? I gotta place there, you're sure anxious for me to fuck you. Yeah, I like that in a young man." Heero's grip to the wheel tightened. The man continued his advances, "I bet you're real good in bed. You look tough, able to take it in hard in the ass-" Heero slammed the back of his fist against the mans nose, causing profanities to slip from the mans lips as he held his bleeding nose.
The Wing pilot snatched the OZ cap from off of the mans head, placing it on his own head. "Shut up! Keep quiet and enjoy the ride." Heero pressed his foot more firmly to the gas pedal, the small jeep speeding down the empty dark road with forced speed. It wasn't long before they reached the gates of the facility. Heero pulled up to the gate, keeping his hat lowered to obscure his face. The guard approached the vehicle, studying it curiously. The guard opened his mouth to stare at the drunken man tending to his nose. "Whoah, Ray, what happened to you?" Heero lifted up the security card he'd fixed earlier. "He got into a bar fight. I'm taking him to his room." The drunken man 'Ray' simply tended to his nose with lolled eyes. The guard eyed the card and then to Ray. "All right, you can go through," The guard waved his hand, allowing Heero to pass through.
The facility was much larger than it had appeared from afar. It was perfect to nest Mobile suits. No, perfect to nest a Gundam. Heero's short meeting with Ray had worn out it's welcome. Heero pulled the car into a narrow alley, pushing Ray back in the front seat. The man had already dozed off in his drunken state. He couldn't afford the attention of OZ; therefore, he unfortunately had to leave the man alive. It was a shame, such a small, wasteful soul and Heero was letting him live. That in itself was a crime.
From that point, Heero kept to the shadows. Perhaps it was his training in assassination. They say it's better to be seen and not heard. In this case, it was better to not be seen or heard. Approaching the main building became an effortless task. No one was expecting his appearance. Were they? The guards. They're slacking off. Either they were extremely lazy, or they expected Heero. They had plans for both Gundams. Are they planning my visitation? Heero paused within the darkness. He didn't have a choice. Trap or not, he had to save Duo, and every hesitation wasted a moment that could save Duo's life.
Heero kept the OZ cap, tipping it down to hide his features from any camera that were viewing him. He knew the security operations so well he could have designed the system himself. When a guard wasn't looking he simply walked past down into the white hall. Silence, slipping in like a gentle wind. Hardly noticed. The hall he stood in had its walls painted completely white. The floor was slick, shiny, reflective black linoleum. The lights on the ceiling were practically glaring at Heero as he confronted the large, chrome door. 'Please insert your security access card and code number.' With a swift motion the Wing pilot slid the card through, punching in his four-letter pass code 'O-D-I-N'. 'Access Granted'.
The large door opened, letting Heero enter the facility. It was filled with stacks of Mobile suits and labs. People dress in white coats traveling on the balconies of floors above, the sounds of remodeling and testing. The smell of melting metal. Forklifts were moving through entire level, sorting the stacks of crates that littered about the area. It was bigger than it seemed on the blue print. He knew that the holding cells were on that level. He kept behind the boxes, moving from each shadow to the next until he reached another small hall. It had a series of metal doors, each leading into a room with a supposed prisoner. When he accessed the computer it listed the newest entrant was submitted to room ten. Heero stood in front of the door nonchalantly.
He was so close to having Duo back, he could feel it. Once he'd get Duo he'd never let that stupid baka out of his sight again. He tapped at the number pad by the door, the metal door slid open. Heero quickly moved in, pulling the door closed before he turned to spy the room. It was empty. Completely empty. Duo? Where the hell is Duo?? Had they already killed Duo? Had they already taken him to be disposed of? The thought that he was too late began to fill him with rage. Calm down, he could be in another ro- Heero's thoughts were interrupted when his eyes befell a golden cross on the floor with a broken gold chain. Duo's cross. Duo's chain. Heero knelt down to his knees, lifting the small precious item into his grasp, enclosing his fist around it tightly, "Danfar..." The name was said differently now, drawn out with the anger that was pouring from within him.
"Is the room cleaned yet?" A tear jerked, female voice muttered. Heero's gaze snapped to the woman, her eyes widening as she backed towards the wall, "Who are you? I told Junta to clean this room." Heero held a feral gnarl to his lips, lifting from the floor to grasp the woman's shirt. His voice was thick, it didn't even sound like his own. The woman's eyes widened to the sound of his voice. "Where was the boy in this room?" Her red lips quivered as she raised her hands to her face, "It's you-! The other pilot!" Heero dismissed her words, shaking her firmly, "What have you done with Duo?" Her eyes welled with tears, "Look, I can't tell you that, I'm just the doctor!" "Answer me!" Heero growled forcefully, stuffing the cross in his pocket as he returned his hand back with a pistol. "Answer me or die!" "After I did the surgery on him they took Duo to the ship! They're transporting him and his Gundam to another base! They haven't reached the ship yet, you can catch them!" She cried, Heero released her shirt and shoved her to the side, heading out the door hastily. "Wait! There's something you need to know about Duo!" The doctor cried out in vain. It was pointless, in a second, Heero was already gone.
The doctor would probably announce Heero's presence, he refused this time to show stealth, as he ran towards a window in the hall he pointed his pistol too it, firing a single shot to shatter the glass. The shards flew dramatically into the air, spraying a shower of glitter into the night wind. Heero crushed his hand against the broken glass, diving out of the window to roll against the ground. Dammit Duo, I'll get you no matter where they take you, I'll get you back to me! You're mine dammit! Anyone who touches you dies! He could see them, a group of OZ military heading towards the ship and a young man with platinum white hair. He had to get on that ship and stop it before it left the dock. He raced down the sands of the beach. "Look! Over there!" A guard yelled as his finger pointed towards Heero. Three of the men dashed towards the Wing pilot, Heero swung out his arms, crashing his fist against the jaw of one solider to completely crush the bone, shattering it literally with one blow as a spray of blood and chipped teeth tumbled form the mans battered mouth. Heero's other hand flattened out to jab forcefully into the next man's gut to tears mercilessly at the organs. His leg lifted for a final drop kick against the final solider, bringing all three down in a mere matter of seconds. Heero's hair was tousled, his clothes stained with blood as he hair stuck to his face. He stared into the eyes of the platinum haired man. Staring into eyes the reflected his own. He looked to the nametag, "Danfar".
"Where is he?" Heero asked in a low voice. He was on the edge, he couldn't take any more. Danfar offered a brilliant smile, "Ah, are you asking me where Shinigami is?" Heero didn't have time to play games; he drew out his pistol, aiming it at Danfar's forehead, "Where is he?" Suddenly in a mere instant, Heero's pistol was slapped from out of his hand, but not by Danfar. The Japanese boy turned his head to be met with violet eyes. Danfar's voice was cool and precise, "He is yours Shinigami." Standing in front of Heero, was the treasure of his searching. Duo. Or, he thought it was Duo. Duo's hair was loose and free, flowing in the sea breeze of the night. But Duo's eyes were dilated, a small, red, device clipped onto both of Duo's temples. He wore a black OZ uniform, but there was an element about Duo that wasn't human at all. Like a beast, carrying a beautiful form. His voice was distorted as a grin broke to Shinigami's pale face. "What's the matter Hee-chan? You look so sad? Do you desire for me to place you out of this misery? You pathetic, squander."
Heero's impassive eyes widened slightly. What the hell had they done to Duo? Heero's teeth clenched as he took a step back. "What did they do to you, Duo?" He asked as he took a back step. Duo wet his lips, continuing to approach Heero anxiously, "Duo is what was, Shinigami is the now. Hee-chan. Koibito, don't disappoint me. Put up a good fight before I rip off your worthless head you fucking idiot!" With the final word of Duo's yelled, he clasped his hands together to form a double fist, swinging it from the lower right side to thrash up widely and bash painfully to Heero's chest. The Japanese boy faltered in his steps, getting thrown back. Heero winced, placing a hand to his chest. It really hurt! Duo had become so much stronger. Perhaps it was because it was Duo who was hitting him? Whatever it was, it threw him back with force.
Heero stood his ground, as Duo's shoulders shook with laughter, his eyes watching with pure delight to them. "Don't give up now Hee-chan! Don't let me crush you so easily!" Duo swung wistfully, back handing Heero in the face with a delicious smile. Heero fell back against the sand, his arms weakly trying to force him to stand. The Wing pilot's body was aching; Duo's assaults corrupted his whole body and mind. He managed to regain footing. If it was a fight Duo wanted. He'd get one. Without notification Heero threw his leg up, slamming a kick into Duo's ribs from the side. To the assault Duo staggered, his eyes filled with the same maniac, malice Heero had seen when Duo went on his killing sprees. Heero glared icily to Duo, "Fight it Duo..." Duo jammed his hand forward to hit strongly to Heero's jaw, blood dribbling from the side of the Japanese pilot's mouth. Heero returned with the same attack, causing both of their mouths to bleed. Duo smirked as he leans back, rubbing the blood with a single wipe at his mouth, "You can do better, fight me Heero! I'm not going to hold back!" Duo held out his hands, strangely, Heero thought for a moment, he'd seen a brief flash of black light between Duo's hands. But that didn't happen, did it? Duo's voice was strong with his words, he let out a growl, throwing both his hands forward to slam against Heero's ribs, sending Heero flying back to slid against the sand, the stone ripping the fabric from the back of his shirt as he kept rolling.
The Wing pilot coughed, using all of his energy to force him up, but at that moment Duo knelt on top of him, straddling his lap with a fevered grin. "Did you even see that coming my little solider? What's the matter? Can't kill me?" Duo's hand reached down to brush a strand of hair from Heero's face. "You know, Duo really likes you. I can tell. Where are you Odin? You're in there somewhere. You don't wish to play with Shinigami? That's a shame; you give in far too easily. You know something I've always wanted to say? Omae o korosu, you bastard!" Duo raised his hand to deliver the final blow, but he saw something curled in the palm of Heero's hand. Something gold, a golden cross. Duo's eyes widened. "Heero?" He threw his hands up to hold to the sides of his head, yelling loudly as he rolled off Heero. "No! Get it out of me!" Heero tried to lift to his feet, trying for everything inside of him to manage to stand. Duo fidgeted as arms surrounded his form. It was Danfar. Danfar lifted Duo to throw over his shoulder. "Next time we meet you should prepare your Gundam. The next battle will be in the sky." Duo yelled, holding his hand out to try and reach Heero.
Heero felt so angry, so helpless. Here Duo was being carried off the sea and he couldn't even stand. He could only watch as the ship pulled from the dock. Carrying Duo with it. His hands held tight to the cross in his hand. What did they do to Duo? He was so powerful. Heero lowered his head, his void eyes watching the sand. What would he do? "I... can help you, Heero..." A quiet voice muttered. Heero's eyes lifted languidly to regard the female doctor from earlier. "Fuck you," Heero murmured, blood surrounding him on the sand. She pushed her glasses further up. Her frown fixed as her mascara had ran. "I can make you like Duo, only without the control device. I can help you through project Odin. You've got to trust me. This is the only way to stop Duo, the chip we placed in Duo wasn't tested, and it's unstable. Unless we get Duo back to revert it, we're not sure what can happen. You and Duo possess an unusual gene. You are both connected, your brain waves are on an advanced level..." She continued to approach Heero, who defensively backed away from her. "You're trying to make me an Oz drone." She persisted, "You think the devices in your Gundams was coincidence? It was ordained. Your real name, Odin, the chosen occupation of Shinigami. They're Gods Heero. You're both connected on levels we can't even begin to comprehend. It almost seems planned. I don't know, all I know is that there is a telekinetic link between the both of you, and unless you let me help you, you won't defeat Duo. Heero. Let me help you. Let me make you Odin..."
Live on to another damn day
Freedom carries sacrifice, remember
When this was my life-)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. (Except for a few originals like Sakura) This is strictly fan fiction on the televised series Gundam Wing. It is for non-profit and I am in no way affiliated with it. (duh!) Purely entertainment based here. The Lyrics are from 3 Doors Down's cd "The Better Life", the song this is from is called "Life on my own". Really loving that song.
Aurthor's note: I think this chapter was a lil lame. I could have done better. *_* 11 will be better and I promise that I'm finishing it up because it's a lil long. I just don't want a rushed ending! Bear with me here.
AFTER THOUGHTS:Now that I've completeed the fanfic and I go back and read this page I don't hate it as much, but I think the ending was lame. "Come on Heero! Let me operate on you!" "Hell no woman! I don't know who you are!" That should have been the proper reaction LOL