Gw is not mine…Wahhh. Hints of yaoi, but…

Prolouge

The clank of rain hitting the metal boards above their makeshift shelter rattled Dou’s mind by reminding him of the footfall of the Ziedian solders. But he knew it was just rain, rain made by the L2 colony’s weather system, rain made to keep troublemakers in, rain made to dull minds; he truly doubt they would give up the chance to drug the colony’s people with that substance.

Small drops of the said rain sprinkled through the cracks in the shelter. He was not worried; he and his companion took the vaccine half a year ago, when fighting was still done, when hope was still alive, when the other three pilots still walked freely in their own minds. But then, those three pilots disappeared during a fight, earth’s and space’s forces broke, and they, heroes to earth and the colonies in the Mariemaia battle two years ago, were criminals with hefty rewards for capture, more for death.

Their shelter was safe, he hoped. They had just gotten there the day before during the morning rush when no one would notice two homeless teens, a girlfriend and boyfriend at a glance, if one cared to look at the hundred poor that stared with desolate eyes at Ziedian uniformed, fatly feed men and women. They had moved, drifted really, through those crowds, eyes downcast, shoulders slumped, feet moving away from the informs, just like everyone deemed insignificant to be of use by the Ziedian government.

An especially large drop landed on their shelter, causing a bit of reaction from Dou’s companion; He almost took his eyes from the pink glittering clutched in his hand. That pink thing took more and more of the companion’s time. In sanity and curiosity, Dou almost reached the breaking point with that obsession. He only knew that Dr. J had sent it, and it never left his ‘boyfriend’s side.’

Boyfriend, now that was an interesting word. Almost as interesting as that feeling that rushed around his body when he heard that word used by his ‘boyfriend’ in public. Dou banished the thoughts and scuttled next to the other boy. A hand clasped over the thing and a familiar glare was sent toward Dou.

Dou opened his mouth to speak, but a flood of water hit him and the clang of metal sheet hitting the flour interrupted him. Great, he thought, some drunk stumbled across our hiding the place. He turned his head to yell at the intruder who just wrecked the roof, and was caught dead.

Well, not literary, but that was how he would be soon if something magic didn’t happen soon. Thirty Ziedian solders stood over them, with thirty guns pointed at them. “Heero Yuh, Dou Maxwell, Goodbye.” The click of safeties being taken off followed the uncaring leaders words. Dou turned to face Heero, and saw true fear from the previously perfect solider, at least in his eyes. But for some reason, Dou didn’t think the fear was for Heero’s own life.

Arms snaked around Dou’s waist; a soft press of lips brushed his cheek; and a small whisper reached his ear, but he knew not what it meant. He knew the exact second the soulless guns were fired. He leaned into Heero’s arms; prepared for death.

Death never happened. A soft, comforting light, a flashlight’s straight light, came down from the sky and engulfed the two. It didn’t seem weird, and didn’t feel at all like death. A pink light shone around Heero’s still closed hands. Heero himself had his eyes closed and was clutching Dou. Dou clutched Heero and looked down.

The men stared in shock up at them. There was no blood, only spent, but black, bullets on the ground.

Dou snuggled in to Heero, drifting to sleep in the comforting presences. Things would be all right.

Chapter 1

Dou yawned and snuggled into his firm pillow. A bump in the mattress hit his side, causing him to squirm away. It didn’t help; stupid knotty mattresses. Might as well get up, he thought. He lifted his head off the green pillow. Wait a second, Green? He blinked, but the pillow was still green and curved upwards.

Memory hit him and he scuttled back. He looked up the ‘pillow’ and to Heero’s still slumbering face. He breathed a sigh of relief; Heero had neither felt nor seen him and his scuttle back. Heero’s head seemed to be buried among green grass stalks. They were so green, not like the stalks of earth were because of the pollutant substance in the rain turned them a red colour. But how then could green grass be?

He looked up and stared, and stared some more. Tree branches stretched across the sky. Little leaves, green leaves, clung to those branches. He asked himself how again; the substance had affected the trees, too. Internal fall, they called it. Everything sickly shades of red and orange, even houses not painted after the affected rain. That was why everyone, mostly, fled to the colonies, and to direct Ziedian rule.

The moon shun through a slight cover of branches. Huh, he thought, why does there appear to be covering part of it. He squinted up and the cloud lazily revealed its hiding surprise.

“Heero!” Dou strangled out. He repeated himself over and over, stronger every time, pointing at the blue orb in front of the moon. Relishing that Heero was not responding, he squatted next to Heero and presided to grab those perfectly slumbering shoulders and shake them as fast as he could.

“I am up,” barked Heero in his normal monotone. Dou pointed up at the sky like a little kid seeing his favorite ride and wants mommy to take him on it, well, except for the expression of otter terror and amazement with an undertone of relief.

Heero raised his head and grunted, but he was unable to hide the slight widening of his eyes. Dou knew that Heero was also surprised, but he convinced himself that by Heero’s calm everything would be fine.

“What should we do know Heero? Try to find a town or something? But wait; there might not be humans on this world. What can we do! I’m hungry.” Dou rambled on, taking two breaths for minute’s worth of talk.

“We will go to town. This is not our world; we don’t know what’s safe.” Heero said, right before Dou went into hysterics. Dou nodded his head. They did what they said they would, and headed toward the faint scent of sea air that wafted in the air. Dou alternated in babbling and looking up at the sky. After his fifth near fall of Dou’s, Heero made him stop looking up.

He did, but not before looking one more time up, one more time at the moons: the graveyard look-alike, and the blue one. The blue one that they both recognized as the Earth.

And if I get a./some review/s, I will make continue this story. If you don’t know yet, this will be a gw/esca crossover. I will try to explain escaflowne good enough in the story so people who have never seen it will understand. Ja ne.