of Justice + Chapter 4 (cont)
Happy Christmas (War is Over)
When Trowa walked into the
hangar, Heero was just walking out from behind Deathscythe.
"What were you doing back there?"
Heero didn't look at him. "Disabling the self-destruct."
"Ha!" Trowa muttered, just loud enough to be heard. "First good idea you've
had all day."
As Heero swung himself into Wing's cockpit, a familiar little voice spoke
up. 'So, you finally realise what you've done, hm?'
Quatre moved gracefully around the kitchen, keeping up a steady stream
of chatter as he assembled breakfast. Since he was trying to get a response
out of Duo, he was concentrating on two topics that normally would have
been guaranteed to start up a lively discussion: food and the mission.
"I know I'm not exactly the best cook, but I think I can manage pancakes.
We have maple syrup, or would you prefer lemon juice and sugar?"
"There's bacon and eggs, if you'd rather have that."
Since the topic of food wasn't getting him anywhere, Quatre switched tactics.
"I hope the mission is as easy as Trowa thinks it will be," he said, putting
a glass of orange juice down in front of the braided boy. "The doctors
want them to break into an OZ research base located near where our last
battle was; they think it's where that new energy weapon was developed.
They want to get full info on it before OZ can destroy all their records."
He glanced sideways at Duo as he piled pancakes onto two plates and poured
maple syrup over the top.
Duo didn't say anything, but he reached out and started turning his empty
coffee mug around in his hands.
That might have been a response...Quatre thought, frustrated.
He sat and ate his pancakes in silence, trying to think of something --
anything! -- that would get a reaction out of Duo. At the other
side of the table, Duo shifted bits of his pancakes around and drew patterns
in the syrup with his knife.
I have to get through to him somehow. Almost anything would
be better than this! Even if I make him angry at me, if it gets him out
of this withdrawal...
Well... Trowa did say it was okay...
Making up his mind, Quatre stood up and walked around to stand next to
the other boy.
There was no answer, so he reached out and gently tipped Duo's chin up,
forcing him to look away from his plate.
"Duo..." And he leant down and kissed him on the lips.
Quatre didn't try to make the kiss any more than a gentle, friendly pressure,
but he stroked his fingertips along Duo's jaw and down the bared throat,
trying to show without words exactly how much he was offering. He drew
back slowly and looked into wide violet eyes.
Okay, confusion is sort of a response. It's a start, anyway.
"Duo, if you want to talk... or anything... Trowa and I--"
He broke off as confusion shifted to sorrow, unshed tears glittering in
Duo's eyes; then the shutters came down again and Duo stood, blank-faced,
and walked out.
Quatre was left standing in the empty kitchen, looking at the congealing
syrup on Duo's plate. He sighed, raking one hand through his hair. "Well,
I got a response. It wasn't the one I wanted, but it was a response."
He started clearing the table. "Damn it, Heero Yui, when you get back...
omae o korosu!"
* * * * *
Wufei scrubbed his hand briefly over his eyes and blinked, struggling
to focus properly.
How long have I been awake?
It took a while, but eventually he worked out that it'd been well over
twenty-four hours since he had last slept -- at least, if he didn't
count passing out after the explosion -- and it hadn't exactly
been a peaceful time. What with adrenaline fatigue, injuries and plain
tiredness, he was well on the way to passing out on his feet.
I don't have time to be weak! he thought angrily, and tried
to concentrate on what the grey-haired man, Royce, was attempting to explain.
Naiya scowled, concerned, as the small demon swayed slightly on his feet.
"All right, that's enough for now!" she said abruptly, stepping forwards.
Royce and demon both looked around at her; the demon scowled, but it's
hard to look threatening when your eyes are crossing with fatigue, and
Naiya wasn't about to be afraid of someone who only came up to her shoulder,
demon or not.
"Lass, we need to--"
"Can't it wait until he's slept?" She waved a hand at the startled
demon. "Look at him! Gods know I'm tired, and I haven't
done half of what he has! He's exhausted, he's wounded --
I think they were fighting before they were summoned, the big one's armour
is damaged and seeing as how it's so hard that must've been a dangerous
opponent. Even if he culd speak our language, right now I don't
think he's in any shape to answer questions!" She spun around to look
at Cord. "Father, he can stay with us, can't he?"
Cord spread his hands helplessly. "Aye, girl, he can stay."
"Good!" Naiya turned back to the demon. "Wufei, yes?" She pointed at herself;
"Naiya," then at her father; "Cord." Then she simply reached out, grabbed
Wufei's wrist, and started walking.
He yelped in surprise, stumbling after her. "Onna!"
"No, it's 'Naiya'."
He sighed and dug in his heels. "Onna, onna, onna, onna, onna," he said,
pointing to various women with his free hand; then he started pointing
at men. "Otoko, otoko, otoko, otoko, otoko. Ne?"
"Ah... I see!" She started pointing, starting with herself. "Woman, woman,
woman, woman, woman; man, man, man, man, man." She mock-glared at him,
slanting her ears back. "But it's not polite to just call me 'woman'.
"Hai, hai, wakatta," he said, rolling his eyes, a slight smile twitching
one corner of his mouth up. "Naiya."
"Good!" She smiled brilliantly at him, then started walking again.
"Oi! Nani o shiteiru?! Doko e?" He twisted his arm free and glared.
"I'm thinking you'd best try to explain, lass," Cord said, amused.
"All right... um... Wufei, Naiya, Cord," she pointed at their house, "over
there; eat, then sleep," she said, miming.
He looked doubtful for a moment, but nodded; then he pointed back at the
giant demon. "Matte, kudasai. Nataku ni chotto..."
"Um... I don't know what we can do about him--" Naiya watched
nervously as Wufei walked over to Nataku and reached up, patting at the
giant leg; he caught something that swung down to him from the opening
and was lifted into the air, rising smoothly until he could step onto
the sticking-out armour plate. He vanished inside, and it closed behind
him; then Nataku's eyes glowed to life again and it/he stood up. It moved
only a few steps, over to the ancient tree that shaded one side of the
square, then sat down and cautiously leaned back against the trunk. It
creaked loudly, but held.
The glow in the eyes died again, the armour opened, and Wufei stepped
out; this time, the opening closed behind him as he jumped down to the
ground and walked back.
Royce intercepted him. "Uh... does Nataku need to eat? Food? What does
Wufei looked surprised, then tiredly amused; he shook his head. "Iie.
Nataku wa... neru. Sleep," he said, carefully pronouncing the foreign
"Oh. Well, that's a relief," Royce muttered.
Naiya studied Wufei as he nodded over his half-eaten bowl of stew, spoon
slipping out of his fingers. He's even more tired than I thought!
she mused, fighting to keep her own eyes open. He looks much younger
when he isn't glaring... rather handsome, too, even with those strange
She considered her strange guest...
He looked almost human, except for his eyes -- slanted and black,
an impossible colour and rather frightening -- and the warm gold
tint to his skin. Humans came in a wide range of shades, but none quite
like him; and although black hair was possible, she'd never seen
anyone with hair so uncompromisingly straight. A wisp had escaped the
tight, short tail at the base of his neck and fallen forwards over his
eyes, incredibly fine strands drifting in every current of air. Naiya
had to stop herself from reaching forwards to touch it and see if it was
as soft as it looked. Yes, with those threatening demon eyes half-closed
and veiled behind long black lashes, he looked much more approachable.
His clothes were strange too, cloth finer than anyone but a lord would
own. A tight black sleeveless top clung to his torso, embroidered with
a multicoloured twining snaky beast; it was tucked into high-waisted white
pants tied with a black sash. Black leather wristbands and low black soft
slippers made up the last of his outfit.
There were fresh scrapes and cuts down his arms, along with a few faint
marks of old injuries; a giant bruise was purpling one shoulder under
the top, and a bloodstained tear in one pants leg hinted at worse injuries,
but he'd ignored them all as he moved earlier. Perhaps, to him, they weren't
anything to speak of? The damage to the giant Nataku's armour certainly
suggested that far worse was possible where they came from...
Cord interrupted Naiya's revereie with a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"I'd best get the lad to bed before he falls flat on his face," he said
softly, "and you should sleep too. He can have my bed; I've work to do
in the forge. Nay, leave that!" as she started to clear the table. "I'll
take care of it before I go."
Wufei jerked upright and blinked hazily as Cord shook him. "Come on, lad;
time to go..."
Wufei settled into warm softness, barely aware of huge hands drawing the
covers up over him. As much as he wanted to stay alert and wary, his exhausted
body had its own ideas.
I wonder... are the others okay? he thought as he slipped into
sleep. Did they win?
 well, duh.
 "Pleased to meet you." (Literally means something like 'please be
good to me'!)
 "Yes, yes, understood."
 "Oi! What are you doing?! Where to?"
 "Wait, please. I'm just going to Nataku for a sec..."
 "No. Nataku will... sleep."
OUTTAKES FROM 'DEMON OF JUSTICE' CHAPTER 4:
Alternate attempts at seduction:
"Kiss me, you fool!"
Quatre moved Duo's plate away and threw himself onto the table in front
of the braided boy. "If you don't want to eat breakfast, how about me?"
"Ooh, you sound just like Trowa... makes me hot!"
Quatre put his hands on his hips indignantly as Duo walked off. "Well!
What am I, chopped liver?"
Duo grabbed Quatre, kissing him passionately.
"Ack! Duo! This isn't in the script!"
"So? I haven't gotten any in this fic yet! And you said you were
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