Gw is not mine…Wahhh. Hints of yaoi …

Prolouge

The clank of rain hitting the metal boards above their makeshift shelter rattled Duo’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 Duobt 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 Duo’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, Duo 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. Duo banished the thoughts and scuttled next to the other boy. A hand clasped over the thing and a familiar glare was sent toward Duo.

Duo 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, Duo Maxwell, Goodbye.” The click of safeties being taken off followed the uncaring leaders words. Duo turned to face Heero, and saw true fear from the previously perfect solider, at least in his eyes. But for some reason, Duo didn’t think the fear was for Heero’s own life.

Arms snaked around Duo’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 Duo. Duo 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.

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

Chapter 1

Duo 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!” Duo 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. Duo 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. Duo 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.” Duo 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 Duo went into hysterics. Duo nodded his head. They did what they said they would, and headed toward the faint scent of sea air that wafted in the air. Duo alternated in babbling and looking up at the sky. After his fifth near fall of Duo’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.

“So, should I be like a girl or a boy?” Duo asked. They found their town, but it was a bit more then that; a city, probably—no skyscrapers, nothing built high, buildings of brick and wood, freaky. The city sprawled on a half plain, the sea surrounding it on one part, a curved cliff on the other side. The breeze tasted of salt and cleanness.

“No, I think we’re safe being ourselves,” Heero said, his eyes never leaving the city. The bushes hid their faces from any casual observers how happened to look up at the top of the cliff. “It feels safe.” Heero pointed the way down, a half a mile away it looked.

Night closed around them as the walked there. When the got to the road into the city, no one else traveled on it. The road was dirt but well kept and showed signs of use. When he guessed it was safe, Duo started to whistle. He stumbled a few times from lack of practice. It felt so good and carefree.

The gates even looked old-fashioned, Duo thought as they reached the city entrance. Two mailed—mailed! —guards came to meet them. And they talked. And Duo, and Heero by his expression, had no idea what they said. It was gibberish; didn’t even sound like an earth language.

The guards shared a look and stepped foreword. They’re going to kill us, Duo thought. He was not going to let that happen. He pushed the closest guard away from him and scatted, right to the city gate without relishing it. A bulging guard stepped out the guardhouse and grabbed him around the rest. He wiggled, but the guard was an expert. A hand came down on his head. He blanked out.

He awoke to a cell. And Heero’s worried face. Heero opened his mouth but snapped it shout when the sound of footsteps shouted at them. The watched the new arrivals arrive.

A black haired, blue-eyed man came first. He could be called a boy, but carried the presence of one much over. A woman came right behind him, whispering to a little blond haired, blue-eyed teen. She had blue eyes and light brown, mid back length hair. The man said something as the woman glided up to him. Then the boy said something, gibberish to the former pilots.

The woman came right up to them and said, “Ossu.”

Heero looked right at her and said the exact same thing. And it was then Duo noticed the pink jewel that the woman wore.

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.