Absolute Zero by
Disclaimer: I put them through crap, so they refuse to belong to me, damn
Warnings: Angst, shounen-ai, nothing graphic (except perhaps language).
Pairings: 1+2, 1+5
Rating: PG-13 for oh-my-goodness, that would be a swear word! And another,
and another, and...
Summary: While Heero and Duo are on a mission, something goes wrong.
Story Notes: This is part one of the Trilogy "Survival".
The parts include:
I. Absolute Zero
II. To Build a Fire
III. January Thaw
ABSOLUTE ZERO: The name comes from the temperature scale Kalvins (K),
which is used in scientific measurement. It represents the Celsius scale
plus roughly 273 degrees, or K=C+273. This measurement is used for calculations
involving temperature because the absence of all heat--absolute zero--is
different than simple "cold". Absolute zero does not occur naturally on
Earth, but space is this cold all the time. Now that you've had your science
lesson for the day, on to the fanfiction! I started out with nothing and
still have most of it left.
Zero + Part 1
Two to the left, three to the
right, but clear straight ahead. Heero snuck a glance up at his partner,
who looked a bit odd. "Ready?" he mouthed.
Duo nodded and gave a cheerful thumbs up from his position on the catwalk.
Holding up a pen-shaped detonator, he pressed the shiny red button with
a certain amount of undisguised glee.
A rushing BOOM resounded through the base, and the soldiers stood up straight
and looked at each other with surprise. "Fire in Area B-23," crackled
a voice on their radio. "All available hands report."
"Group C-9, acknowledged," the tallest of the three on the right confirmed,
and the group shouldered their firearms and trudged off.
"C-8, roger that," one of the other group responded as they joined their
comrades. "We're on our way."
"Acknowledged, C-8," the voice crackled again.
"Over and out."
Like taking keys from an Oz guard, Heero thought rather smugly before
pulling himself out of the shadows to examine the cargo. Sending a self-explanatory
nod to Duo, he began to move, panther-like, towards his prey: the giant
wooden crates spread out pell-mell around the warehouse.
Duo landed with a light thunk on the crate to his right. "Heh, heh, heh,"
he chuckled throatily. "Putty in my hands." His voice was a little rough.
Heero glanced at him warily, but Duo was too busy hopping to another crate
and reading the tag to meet Heero's eye. "You take this section," he said,
"Anything you say, Yuy," the other responded cheerfully, chuckling a little.
Curbing another urge to stare at the Shinigami pilot, he turned his mind
to the task at hand. He would not stare at Duo Maxwell. He would not fret
about Maxwell like a baka mother. He would stick to the task, and finish
the damn mission, and go back to their temporary home and try not to think
about killing Relena Peacecraft, or the whirlwind that was Duo Maxwell.
No, he was going to find the damn weapon, and blow it up with a vengeance,
and wait for Wufei to zap the sensors and swing by to pick them up. Yes,
he, Heero Yuy, would wait. Patiently.
Maxwell was unnaturally quiet.
Heero resisted looking back to make sure he was still alive. "It's not
over here," he said reluctantly.
With a stoic face perfected from long practice, he turned. "Well? Did
you find it?"
Duo shook his head, silently dropping off his current crate to the floor.
His face seemed unnaturally pale in the fluorescent white overhead lights.
"Hn," Heero responded, eyes flickering around the room for suggestions
as to the placement of the weapon.
"If I were a 20 ton laser capable of some serious death and destruction,
where would I hide?" Duo mused absently, looking around.
Heero glared at him.
"Not here, that's for sure," Duo continued, oblivious to the Death Glare
Version One-point-Three. "Virgin Islands, all the way. None of this snowy
sub-zero crap. When this war is over, I'm going to buy a nice island in
the Caribbean and stay there with three hula dancers and couple dozen
monkey-butlers to serve me piña coladas with little flowered tissue-paper-and-toothpick
umbrellas until I die of alcohol poisoning." He sighed happily, picturing
it. "That's the life."
Heero blinked at the bizarre image of Duo being served anything by monkeys
in little tuxedos. Masking his confusion behind impatience, he glared
again. "Stop chattering; you're giving me a headache."
Duo stuck his tongue out at him. "Fine then, I won't invite you to my
Paradise," he replied huffily, and jumped up on a nearby crate to sit.
Heero growled deep in his throat. "Omae o korosu."
The other boy smirked. "If you say so."
There was a pause as Heero considered what the hell they were going to
"Ne, Heero?" Duo asked quietly.
Heero implemented Yuy Death Glare, Version Two-Point-One.
Duo swung his legs absently, unperturbed by Heero's ill nature but still
somber. "You think this was just a decoy? Maybe it's already there." His
voice was hoarse again.
"Impossible," Heero denied. "The carriers leaving here after the project
was finished were all too small to hold it, and a fighter would be too
There was another pause. "Ne, Heero?"
Yuy Death Glare Three-Point-Five.
"Maybe they disassembled it."
"Their scientists are all still here," Heero pointed out grumpily. "We
saw them on the way in, remember?"
There was another short pause. "Ne, Heero?"
Yuy Death Glare Four-Point-Two.
"Maybe they have it loaded up already. You know, in preparation for shipping?"
"The carrier arrives tomorrow."
"I know, but what if that one is a decoy? I mean, they received their
bi-monthly order of beef yesterday, right? So, it could be going out in
that, couldn't it?" Duo watched Heero's face for any signs of agreement
or disagreement. "They wouldn't be that stupid, would they, Heero?"
Heero was already making his way towards the shipping lot. He could here
a muttered curse behind him as Duo scrambled to catch up, pulling himself
back onto the catwalk, and after that only the light smacking of the Shinigami
pilot's tennis shoes on the thin metal surface above him.
But, honestly, who would've thought that Maxwell baka would have a good
When they arrived at the Holding, Heero easily identified the airship
by the reek of bloody meat. The carrier was being rinsed out in preparation
for the carefully sealed bomb a couple hundred meters away.
"Man-oh-man," whistled Maxwell softly as he dropped with feline agility
from the catwalk. "That is one big mother of a bomb!"
Heero frowned at this intrusion of his thoughts. Through the screen of
Yuy Death Glare Version Four-Point-Seven, he watched his fellow pilot.
He was panting--too out of breath for his condition--and the slightly
glassy look in his eyes made Heero want to purse his lips with thought,
but that was too out of character, so he didn't. Heero settled for turning
his mind back to the explosives equipment in front of them. It would be
He quickly perfected Yuy Death Glare Version Five-Point- Two.
"Does it seem odd to you that they keep their most powerful weaponry out
in the middle of their loading docks where any half-decent terrorist could
get it?" He wiped at the light sheen of sweat on his forehead with the
back of one hand. "Man, it's cold in here."
"Hn." Heero rolled his eyes. The people were idiots. If Maxwell could
figure out their plan... "You create a diversion, I'll set the trigger.
Give me five minutes. I'll meet you at the contact location."
Duo flashed his trademark evil grin before spoiling it with a wink. "Give
me three minutes to set up, and one more after I begin." Snickering to
himself, he jumped up, melded with the shadows, and was gone. Heero snorted
almost silently before turning his attention back to the carrier. Minimal
security, too. Idiots, all of them.
Heavily armed idiots, though. And if Maxwell's suggestion hadn't been
a last resort for Heero, he never would have found out about it. ...Maybe
the secrecy was their plan. Or, maybe they had a secret weapon.
He narrowed his gaze at the soldiers and growled silently. It would be
just like Maxwell not to plan for that contingency.
He carefully began to plan his route to where he would plant the explosives.
Of course, it would all depend on the diversion Maxwell planned, but it
was always good to have a plan. He could come up with backup plans, too.
Hell, if Maxwell didn't start soon, he was going to start his own little
diversion. Heero looked at his watch, feeling his characteristic ornery
nature rear its ugly head. If Duo didn't start soo--
"How dare you?" A deep, rough voice spoke softly, resonating through the
The soldiers aimed their guns in various directions, searching for the
source of the disturbance. Duo no baka!
"Kisama!" Heero hissed softly. What was the idiot doing?!
"How dare you?" the deep voice spoke again with a touch of anger. "Petty
"Who's there?" one of the more bold guards said into the silence. His
voice broke the brittle air, and a certain tension entered Heero's opponents.
"Who are you to demand anything? You have murdered. There is blood on
"Spy! Show yourself!"
A deep, raspy chuckle. "You hold sacrilege on your neck. You murder and
pray for the sins of others. Where is your sin, my son?"
"You're not... you can't be--"
"Put down the gun and go home, Andrew."
The man frowned nervously. "This is Jacobsin, isn't it? Stop messing around,
"Go back to St. Petersburg."
"Jacobsin, I'm going to kick your ass. Get off the intercom."
"Go back to your family."
"I swear, Jacobsin--"
"Put down your gun and be a father to your child."
Heero began to sneak around the crates.
"JACOBSIN, SHUT THE FUCK UP NOW!" Andrew shouted, sweat trickling down
his face and gun trained on the observatory window where officers directed
"Don't let your child grow to be murderer, too, Andrew."
The panicked man let loose a volley of bullets at the window, shattering
"Kisama!" Heero spat again, diving for cover under the bomb, eyes wide
with panic. Duo no baka, going to get them both killed!
The large darkened panes crashed to the ground, slow-motion like, only
to reveal an empty room.
"You can't kill me."
All the soldiers were sweating now, beginning to believe in their fellow
soldier's God. The silence was deafening. They looked around for the source
of the voice. Suddenly, as one, they began to cover the area with gunfire,
desperately working to stop the ragged chuckles.
Duo must have a hell of a hiding place, Heero decided, finishing the touches
on his bomb and rolling silently out from underneath the bomb. Finished,
damn Duo's methods. Was he trying to get killed? Was he trying to get
Heero killed? If it happened, it would be solely by accident at this point.
The guards stopped shooting, looking around the room for any sign of the
intruder, but the shipping bay was still.
Suddenly, the gunfire returned from all sides; this time, however, the
guards were the targets. Ammunition from all over the room began to come
to life--and just barely skimmed the shaking soldiers.
"You can't kill me," the raspy voice continued, hoarser than before but
not lacking the amused undertones.
"Who are you?!" one of Andrew's companions demanded in a squeak, flinching
as a bead of sweat just missed his left eye.
"I am Shinigami."
The three guards gulped.
Overhead, a thick cord snapped and electricity crackled dangerously. "I
am the Great Destroyer." The lights flickered into emergency mode as three
more cords were cut by something and began to sizzle with electricity."I
am the beginning and the ending. Alpha and omega."
Heero nearly rolled his eyes with impatience. "Note to self," he decided,
"don't let Duo do anymore distraction missions."
"Put down your weapons and get on the carrier."
With a clatter, the guns fell to the floor. The youngest man looked as
if he were about to wet his pants. Gulping shallow breaths, they herded
themselves onto the carrier.
"Live your life," the voice told them as they shut the door.
With a gentle hum, the carrier, still filled with melting animal blood,
took off. Duo jumped down from the catwalk to land lightly next to Heero.
With a slight cough, he began picking small dust bunnies out of his hair,
and grinned at Heero. "You can plant the bomb now."
With a deadpan statement, Heero lifted the detonator and pressed the red
button right in front of Duo's face.
"SHIT!" Duo yelped, diving for cover amidst the explosion. "When did you--never
mind." He shook his head, a mixture of awe and disgust in his eyes. "I
don't want to know."
"Kanryou," Duo chanted with him with a grimace and a shiver, "and all
that jazz. Yeah, whatever. Let's go."
His disgruntled, ruffled appearance made Heero smother a grin. The stupid
shit was so cute at times. Heero blinked, stupefied. Where did that thought
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