Ok I know its been like a *really* long time since I posted this... umm... sorry? to those of you actuallhy reading it... If its an consolation I'm working on a new 6x2 fic... And I'm well aware I haven't finished my PWP either... Anyway this is the next part and its sorta long. You *might* get confused... might not I can't really tell. But if anyone gets confused by this part just let me know and I'll try and explain without destroying the plot. FEEDBACK!
Warnings: plot twist... little bit o' lime... not much really.
Duo snuggled closer to his husband, lazily running his tongue along the strong column of his neck. Zechs made a small noise in his throat and arched his neck towards Duo's wandering tongue. He trailed his tongue up to Zechs' chin then along his jaw up to his ear. He nibbled on the lobe, sucking gently and nipping softly until he made the ex-OZ count whimper.
He pulled away, snagging a lock of platinum hair that he wound around his fingers as he smiled up into the smoldering, nail blue eyes of his mate. Those eyes currently had a very familiar look of hunger in them that made the former Shinigami's breath catch. He felt Zechs' fingers threading through his hair and pulling him up to eye level.
"Duo," his husky voice was almost a growl now, "don't tease."
He kissed him passionately working his tongue past Duo's lips and teeth stifling whatever might have been said. Duo parted his mouth, welcoming the slick invader and kissing back, sparring with his tongue. The kiss was gaining heat and heading towards *other* things when they were interrupted by a sudden pounding on their door.
"Duo! Zechs! Open up, its urgent!"
With an audible groan the two split apart breathless and flushed. Neither wanted to open the door, they wanted to go back to kissing and all the wonderful things it led to. But Quatre wouldn't have interrupted them if it wasn't urgent. With another groan Duo rolled off the bed and threw on a pair of boxers before unlocking the door. He was met by an extremely distraught Quatre and a very shocked looking Wufei.
"Woah... hey Chang what brings you here?"
"Maxwell!" It was a reflexive actions that was left from the war that Wufei hadn't dropped.
"Its Marqise now, but that's besides the point. What do you two want?"
Quatre spoke next, his voice shaking greatly from the force of his shock. "Gundams are attacking the nearby OZ base!"
Duo blinked, momentarily loosing the ability to speak, which was a very rare occurrence. Zechs was the first to speak, seeing that his lover and husband was far too shocked to do so soon.
"Quatre, the Gundams were destroyed. There are no more Gundams that can attack OZ."
"I know that Zechs and I'm telling you there are Gundams attacking right now! I just got the feed from one of my sources!"
Quatre stormed over to the very large computer that he had had set up in Duo and Zechs' room. It was mainly for emergencies he might need them for and so that they could get on in emergency with each other. He flicked it on and punched in several rapid commands. Suddenly the screen flared to life. Both Duo and Zechs' jaw hit about the second level of hell when they saw what the screen revealed.
Fighting off mobile dolls left and right were three greatly updated version of the Gundams they had piloted over 10 years ago. Clear as day the forms of Altron, Epyon, and Wing Zero could be seen destroying the base and causing general mayhem. At the sight of Wing Zero, Duo thought he just might faint. If not for Zechs' steadying arms wrapping around his waist he probably would have collapsed. He felt more than saw strong hands guide him to a chair and gently push him into it, his whole vision was focused on the screen.
Quatre was now sitting at the computer, typing frantically, so unlike Heero's methodicalness. Heero... It had been 12 years and the pain was as sharp now has it had been the day Wing Zero exploded. Duo couldn't tear his eyes away, he could only watch dully has the battle played itself out.
Finally, Quatre sat back and the speakers slowly crackled to life. "I hacked onto the frequency we used during the war. If we're lucky they'll be using the same one. We'll be able to hear them but not see them unfortunately."
"Wahoo!" Wing Zero took down a line of dolls with its buster rifle. "Look at ‘em burn!" The voice was deep gruff one, like Zechs' own throaty growl but a bit higher.
"Having fun Ange? Because you left your back wide open." Epyon soared in and cut through two mobile dolls that had been aiming at Zero's unprotected back. This voice was much more quiet and resonant, almost a tenor like Quatre's.
"Well, I wasn't worried because I knew you'd cover it OD. You're predictable like that."
A grunt was the only reply. Suddenly a new voice, this one undeniably feminine, cut in. The look on Wufei's face would have been priceless if they all hadn't been in a perpetual state of shock.
"You two done talking? Because I could use some backup over here!"
Altron was completely surrounded by mobile dolls and more simply kept coming than it could handle. Even Gundanium had limits on the amount of punishment it could take. And the mobile dolls were rapidly pushing the Gundam to those limits. "Comin' Maia!"
Wing Zero lifted off, flying over to Altron, Epyon followed close behind. Wing paused at a safe distance, aimed with the buster rifle and fired taking a long line of suits.
"No fear princess, your prince has arrived."
"Aw gee thanks for informing me Angelous. And here I thought my savior was OD over there."
None of the other spectators saw the way Wufei's jaw dropped at that name. His mind was flying faster than Wing, quickly connecting certain pieces of information. His mind replayed the scene in the bar and recognized the voice matching it with the one currently in the battle. Who were these people? How did they ever manage to rebuild the Gundams? Why were they attacking OZ? It was more than obvious they weren't simple terrorists. There were too many questions and absolutely no answers.
"ORIN!!" The scream forcefully jerked Wufei back to the present. Epyon had taken several well placed hits from the last mobile and doll and was listing dangerously. Zero flew over and sliced the doll cleanly in half with its beam saber. After the explosion Zero stood there looking at the remains as Altron checked on the well being of Epyon's pilot.
There was a tense pause before the subdued female voice spoke. "What are you thinking Angelous?"
"Desiccated corpse. A desiccated corpse, Mariemaia."
It was Epyon's pilot who spoke next. "I think its time to make the announcement."
Suddenly the scene of the battle was replaced by another image. A rather intense looking young woman with ginger hair slicked back from her face and piloting goggles obscuring her eyes took up the screen now.
"Attention OZ and Romafellor. This is being broadcast to you and you alone. To all of your private and public military lines.
"For too long we have lived with your oppression. We will no longer live under it. We are the Lost Children of War and now we take up the battle of our fathers. The battle they left behind for this false peace. This false peace that you forced them and everyone else to accept. Towards this end we have revived the ultimate symbol of resistance, the Gundams.
"We would also have it known that the original Gundam pilots had no part in this resurrection of the Gundams. They are innocent of all of this. They knew nothing of what we had planned. This is our fight, our battle, indeed it is our war because it is out of their war that we were spawned.
"Soon you shall feel what we have felt. The utter despair of defeat and the bitter pain of having your life torn apart. From the mouths of the children shall come the truth."
The transmission was cut and all three rebuilt Gundams lifted off the ground and blasted away from the carnage of the battlefield. There was simply nothing left to say, all had been struck speechless.
How long it took for someone to actually break the dreadful silence was unknown. Everyone was in varying stages of shock from what had just happened. Duo was the first to regain his power of speech though.
"Did that actually happen or it this all just some really good form of mass delusion?" His voice said he really wanted this all to be a big nightmare and soon he'd wake up his own bed wrapped around Zechs like a human boa constrictor. His large cobalt eyes, however, showed all too clearly that he knew that this reality and that they had a giant problem.
"I'm sorry Duo but this is very real."
Duo slumped down in the chair, glancing up at his tall, regal husband. Zechs sighed, his normally rigidly straight shoulders slumping. Silence hung thick in the expansive room, again it was Duo who spoke first.
"So what now? I mean do we do something or just sit back and watch? *Can* we even do something?"
"I don't know Duo... its been over ten years since the war ended. Since we've done any fighting. Do we want to fight? Do we have a reason to fight anymore? Can we fight?"
"I don't know about the rest of you but I am going to find them and I am going to fight. Look at us. We have given up. We have given up all that we ever believed in and stood for. We have cheapened every sacrifice made to us during the war by giving up!
"OZ may have destroyed our Gundams, we may not have had a choice about surrendering, but we allowed them to kill our spirit. We have become weak, and I for one am ashamed that I allowed myself to become so weak. Those are children out there fighting for a cause that we gave up on. I wonder what Heero would think of all of us meekly giving in to OZ like we have.
"We have let ourselves become puppets, symbols of the greater good of Romafellor. I refuse to allow this, this *injustice* to continue! I don't know about you but I am going to fight again. I refuse to give OZ the victory of crushing my fighting spirit under its boot!"
"Alright, Wufei we're with you." Zechs cast a quick glance to make sure before turning to regard the Chinese man. "But how are we going to find them? We have no idea where they are based." Quickly, Wufei replayed for them the events of earlier that evening. As one the former Gundam pilots got ready to leave and meet the next generation of revolutionaries.
End of Part 5
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