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Cloneness (2x1)
No sexx0ring yet, this scene wanted to be written first. It wasn't in the original rp, so Sera, I need you to tell me if you like it. ^^;
I AM working on some smut forthis universe right now. if I manage to complete it tonight, i'll post right away, promise.
previous:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/askerian/113089.html
There were a few gangs that they had to avoid and when they finally reached safe territory, it was late enough that the only light came from the stars and a tiny slice of moon. Heero had a feeling Duo was navigating the last streets by memory more than anything else; he was always feeling around like a mostly-blind man. The clone made sure he would remember the effect that level of darkness had on him. He needed to be more aware of Duo's limitations if he was to stay around him more. If he was to become an ally.
He could hear no noise inside the building; it was reasonable to assume that the children were sleeping, or at least being calm, so he didn't need to be on high alert.
Except that someone was watching, and he dropped in a crouch behind an old, rusted car as he scanned the darkness of the street, searching for whatever had alerted him. Duo heard him move and stopped advancing too, dropping to the ground to make less of a target. His hands went to the shotgun automatically.
Heero touched his shoulder, and thought that he should teach him the hand signals used in these cases where you shouldn't talk; he wasn't sure how to convey 'don't move, I'll go around the back'. In the end, he just pushed down as if he wanted Duo to sit, then patted his shoulder once, dumped his bags at his feet and disappeared as quietly as he could the way they'd come, circling around the previous building to slip into the alley through the other end.
He knew there was someone there; he could almost feel the tenseness, the nervous feel of an inexperienced sniper waiting for someone to get in range. But there was no one at ground level, which meant-- there, on the fire escape, a shadow through the metal bars of the landing. But he remembered that fire escape; it was twisted and rusted and barely attached to the building -- and Duo's children often climbed there to watch out over their surroundings. Duo would never forgive him if he shot one of his children, therefore, he had to check. It was so complicated to have to deal with allies and a stationary base, but the spark of regret for the time where he could infiltrate and kill without bothering to check, when everyone else had been an enemy, felt wrong.
He found a half-open backdoor to the building that faced Duo's base, crawled noiselessly through the rubble and the tangle of metal and concrete that had been the first floor and looked around for a way up. If they were to stay there, he needed to do a thorough reconnaissance tomorrow morning; he was losing time.
Finally he arrived on top of the staircase, at what should be the level of the fire escape, and started navigating through the abandoned apartment toward the windows facing the little backstreet.
There was someone sitting back to the wall, metal glinting in his hand. Heero aimed smoothly. They weren't moving as if he'd been seen or heard and he didn't want to alert them by diving for cover. He saw a hand tap a knee listlessly, heard a sigh leave the person's mouth -- the hair was pale, straight, the ends brushing against the cheeks, no wrinkles, shoulders narrow and bony... He relaxed as he identified one of Duo's kids, the blond one who'd recognized him as a Soldier earlier. Duo had called him... Alex? Or Mueller? Heero couldn't remember which one he was.
He wasn't sure how to reveal his presence and still keep the child quiet. Calling to him might make him scream, and grabbing him would probably make him struggle. Moving slowly, keeping to the shadows, he crept to a place where he could see the fire escape through the window. There was more light outside, though not much, but still enough to recognize the frizzy-haired one Duo had left in charge. He was squinting, watching the street, and Heero noted with approval that he wasn't curling up against the banister to keep warm at the expense of being ready to react quickly. A better sentinel than Alex-or-Mueller at any rate; Heero didn't know how he was expecting to see anyone coming if he was sitting on the floor, too low to see outside.
Alex-or-Mueller's breath quickened suddenly and he pushed himself up against the wall; Heero recognized a knife in his hand. Apparently he'd finally realized that he wasn't alone. He backed up in the corner slowly, eyes searching the room wildly. Not a bad stance either; at least the teenager wasn't entirely hopeless.
"It's Heero. The clone," he whispered, walking in front of one of the windows so the child could see him. The kid's breath hitched; at least he didn't scream in surprise or fear, that was something.
"Wh-wh-what..."
"I was just checking," Heero said as he watched the other child-- Otto? -- whirl around and freeze, a second away from dodging back into the other building. "Duo's outside in the street. What's the protocol in these situations?"
"The what?"
"What do you usually do, when he comes back late?"
"He don't, usually," Alex-or-Mueller groused, giving him a resentful look. His voice sounded too shaky to convey any real anger.
Otto shrugged and let out a mewl. There was a second of silence, then a responding cat-noise from the street. Maybe Heero should have asked Duo first, but he hadn't trusted enough in the safety of the area to take his assurance at face value. After all, he'd managed to reach the children without being seen by either of them; whatever Duo could have said about the sentinels, he would've needed to check for himself.
He nodded, and turned around to leave and go back to the street, but Otto called him back. "There were vultures exploring two blocks over by late afternoon. Tell Duo?"
Heero nodded -- that explained why they were standing guard when they hadn't bothered the other night -- and disappeared noiselessly down the stairs.
Duo was still waiting behind the car, shotgun ready to use; Heero made sure to disturb the gravel under his feet as he joined him.
"Otto is on the staircase and another one in the other building," he whispered.
Duo scowled. "So that's why you vanished on me. You didn't scare the piss outta them, I hope?" he grumbled.
"Maybe. I didn't check. They say there were Vultures two blocks over in the evening."
Duo hissed. "Fuck. They never come here usually -- did they see any of the kids?"
"If they had, would they still be here?" Heero replied.
"... Right. You didn't hear or see anyone else on the way back, right? There's no one in the area but us?"
The clone nodded. If there was anyone but the children around the building, then they were extremely well hidden.
"... Right. We go in."
Heero picked up his pack and the t-shirt and followed Duo. Now that he knew the sentinels were friendly, he could notice to which point his senses had been kicked into hyperdrive. It had been so long since his last serious adrenaline high he'd almost forgotten the feeling. He made an effort to quiet his alertness as they slipped inside the base. He couldn't afford to be combat-ready around children, even if they were sleeping.
The other blond teenager-- the eldest, Trowa Dekim Barton -- was sitting by the dying fire, half asleep, a hand on a rounded, battered piece of wood that kind of looked like a table leg. It made for a pretty good blunt weapon apparently. He blinked his eyes open, saw Duo, and closed them again.
"Put the bags down," Duo instructed quietly as he walked in the other room to check on the sleeping children.
Heero did. There was nothing to do at this hour, so when Duo carried the guns and the cans back to his little sleeping place behind the screen, he just went to his own corner -- behind the table and the benches, out of immediate sight, and sat down. He listened as Duo made sure that all his kids were covered, as Otto crept down the stairs and was replaced by Trowa, and as they fell asleep. Finally, he managed to doze off, but the restlessness still coursed through his veins, filling his sleep with unsettling dreams.
EDIT: i've reposted most of the cloneness (still in need of title) from the beginning on my other (until now unused) journal. For those of you who can't reach the first post, here they are ^___^
http://www.livejournal.com/users/reiyel/
I AM working on some smut forthis universe right now. if I manage to complete it tonight, i'll post right away, promise.
previous:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/askerian/113089.html
There were a few gangs that they had to avoid and when they finally reached safe territory, it was late enough that the only light came from the stars and a tiny slice of moon. Heero had a feeling Duo was navigating the last streets by memory more than anything else; he was always feeling around like a mostly-blind man. The clone made sure he would remember the effect that level of darkness had on him. He needed to be more aware of Duo's limitations if he was to stay around him more. If he was to become an ally.
He could hear no noise inside the building; it was reasonable to assume that the children were sleeping, or at least being calm, so he didn't need to be on high alert.
Except that someone was watching, and he dropped in a crouch behind an old, rusted car as he scanned the darkness of the street, searching for whatever had alerted him. Duo heard him move and stopped advancing too, dropping to the ground to make less of a target. His hands went to the shotgun automatically.
Heero touched his shoulder, and thought that he should teach him the hand signals used in these cases where you shouldn't talk; he wasn't sure how to convey 'don't move, I'll go around the back'. In the end, he just pushed down as if he wanted Duo to sit, then patted his shoulder once, dumped his bags at his feet and disappeared as quietly as he could the way they'd come, circling around the previous building to slip into the alley through the other end.
He knew there was someone there; he could almost feel the tenseness, the nervous feel of an inexperienced sniper waiting for someone to get in range. But there was no one at ground level, which meant-- there, on the fire escape, a shadow through the metal bars of the landing. But he remembered that fire escape; it was twisted and rusted and barely attached to the building -- and Duo's children often climbed there to watch out over their surroundings. Duo would never forgive him if he shot one of his children, therefore, he had to check. It was so complicated to have to deal with allies and a stationary base, but the spark of regret for the time where he could infiltrate and kill without bothering to check, when everyone else had been an enemy, felt wrong.
He found a half-open backdoor to the building that faced Duo's base, crawled noiselessly through the rubble and the tangle of metal and concrete that had been the first floor and looked around for a way up. If they were to stay there, he needed to do a thorough reconnaissance tomorrow morning; he was losing time.
Finally he arrived on top of the staircase, at what should be the level of the fire escape, and started navigating through the abandoned apartment toward the windows facing the little backstreet.
There was someone sitting back to the wall, metal glinting in his hand. Heero aimed smoothly. They weren't moving as if he'd been seen or heard and he didn't want to alert them by diving for cover. He saw a hand tap a knee listlessly, heard a sigh leave the person's mouth -- the hair was pale, straight, the ends brushing against the cheeks, no wrinkles, shoulders narrow and bony... He relaxed as he identified one of Duo's kids, the blond one who'd recognized him as a Soldier earlier. Duo had called him... Alex? Or Mueller? Heero couldn't remember which one he was.
He wasn't sure how to reveal his presence and still keep the child quiet. Calling to him might make him scream, and grabbing him would probably make him struggle. Moving slowly, keeping to the shadows, he crept to a place where he could see the fire escape through the window. There was more light outside, though not much, but still enough to recognize the frizzy-haired one Duo had left in charge. He was squinting, watching the street, and Heero noted with approval that he wasn't curling up against the banister to keep warm at the expense of being ready to react quickly. A better sentinel than Alex-or-Mueller at any rate; Heero didn't know how he was expecting to see anyone coming if he was sitting on the floor, too low to see outside.
Alex-or-Mueller's breath quickened suddenly and he pushed himself up against the wall; Heero recognized a knife in his hand. Apparently he'd finally realized that he wasn't alone. He backed up in the corner slowly, eyes searching the room wildly. Not a bad stance either; at least the teenager wasn't entirely hopeless.
"It's Heero. The clone," he whispered, walking in front of one of the windows so the child could see him. The kid's breath hitched; at least he didn't scream in surprise or fear, that was something.
"Wh-wh-what..."
"I was just checking," Heero said as he watched the other child-- Otto? -- whirl around and freeze, a second away from dodging back into the other building. "Duo's outside in the street. What's the protocol in these situations?"
"The what?"
"What do you usually do, when he comes back late?"
"He don't, usually," Alex-or-Mueller groused, giving him a resentful look. His voice sounded too shaky to convey any real anger.
Otto shrugged and let out a mewl. There was a second of silence, then a responding cat-noise from the street. Maybe Heero should have asked Duo first, but he hadn't trusted enough in the safety of the area to take his assurance at face value. After all, he'd managed to reach the children without being seen by either of them; whatever Duo could have said about the sentinels, he would've needed to check for himself.
He nodded, and turned around to leave and go back to the street, but Otto called him back. "There were vultures exploring two blocks over by late afternoon. Tell Duo?"
Heero nodded -- that explained why they were standing guard when they hadn't bothered the other night -- and disappeared noiselessly down the stairs.
Duo was still waiting behind the car, shotgun ready to use; Heero made sure to disturb the gravel under his feet as he joined him.
"Otto is on the staircase and another one in the other building," he whispered.
Duo scowled. "So that's why you vanished on me. You didn't scare the piss outta them, I hope?" he grumbled.
"Maybe. I didn't check. They say there were Vultures two blocks over in the evening."
Duo hissed. "Fuck. They never come here usually -- did they see any of the kids?"
"If they had, would they still be here?" Heero replied.
"... Right. You didn't hear or see anyone else on the way back, right? There's no one in the area but us?"
The clone nodded. If there was anyone but the children around the building, then they were extremely well hidden.
"... Right. We go in."
Heero picked up his pack and the t-shirt and followed Duo. Now that he knew the sentinels were friendly, he could notice to which point his senses had been kicked into hyperdrive. It had been so long since his last serious adrenaline high he'd almost forgotten the feeling. He made an effort to quiet his alertness as they slipped inside the base. He couldn't afford to be combat-ready around children, even if they were sleeping.
The other blond teenager-- the eldest, Trowa Dekim Barton -- was sitting by the dying fire, half asleep, a hand on a rounded, battered piece of wood that kind of looked like a table leg. It made for a pretty good blunt weapon apparently. He blinked his eyes open, saw Duo, and closed them again.
"Put the bags down," Duo instructed quietly as he walked in the other room to check on the sleeping children.
Heero did. There was nothing to do at this hour, so when Duo carried the guns and the cans back to his little sleeping place behind the screen, he just went to his own corner -- behind the table and the benches, out of immediate sight, and sat down. He listened as Duo made sure that all his kids were covered, as Otto crept down the stairs and was replaced by Trowa, and as they fell asleep. Finally, he managed to doze off, but the restlessness still coursed through his veins, filling his sleep with unsettling dreams.
EDIT: i've reposted most of the cloneness (still in need of title) from the beginning on my other (until now unused) journal. For those of you who can't reach the first post, here they are ^___^
http://www.livejournal.com/users/reiyel/
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I need to write more kid scenes in the story. They're very interesting. Completely fucked up, too, but very interesting. XD Also, they fluff up the story a bit; otherwise it would just be heero/duo interaction and as cool as they both are, it's kind of not enough to fully explore the settings XD
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