Ch 5- A/n- Just wondering, would anyone mind if I put a lemon in later chapters or would it ruin this work. I haven’t decided yet.

His back hurt, no, pained like a million knifes slashing in and out of him with the preciousness of the late Wing 0’s beam cannon. His soldier’s skill took over and his sobbing brain started to check for injuries, locking the pain away with all his other pain—emotional and mental pain.

No broken bones, he figured, only bruises obtained from a fall. By the pain and exact placement of the pains, the fall was from eight stories up and he landed on the side of the back. Pain shot through him as he tried to sit up. Scratch that.

At first, when he opened his eyes, everything was a gray blur. He grunted. The light most of done that, he thought, that mysterious light that picked him up and did what? The gray blur faded away to gray.

He had been captured, the Ziedian had captured him, he thought. A tear almost escaped his eyes, but he stopped it; closed his eyes from the reality of cold stone, gray walls, and a bar enhanced, key-locked door.

Duo! Had He been captured? Was He sitting in a cell like his waiting for someone or something? Did He fall with him and, instead of living with pain, die on the contact, spine broken, sprit and body dead? No, He is alive, the caged boy thought, He is fine. Please let Him be fine.

He had to know what happened to Duo. He had to know if Duo was alive, living. He could not stand it alone. As long as Duo was all right, he would be fine. So he had to know. But how, how could he know?

The boy, man noticed the cold touch on his hand, a pinprick of cold in the heat of pain. He looked down; it was the jewel. It created the light, he thought, so maybe it can do what I want it to do.

Like a precious child-fairy, he cradled the pendant next to his chest. The image of his… Duo formed in his mind, braid swinging as Duo smiled and laughed after a joke.

“Duo,” he whispered. “Are you okay? Please, please be okay. Duo!”

“Heero!” It was Duo’s voice, and the image of the dinning room, a worried Duo, the Husband and wife, Chid, and two others. “Heero, is that you?” Duo widened his eyes and walke dforeword, until being stopped by an ill placed grand table that Duo bumped into and sprawled foreword on.

“Duo no Baka (1),” Heero said with a slight smile.

“Hey what is that supposed to mean. Unfair calling me something I don’t have any idea on its meaning. Japaness.” Duo picked himself up and gathered his proud, sticking his head in the air. Of course, he didn’t see Hitomi’s punch in the jaw that sent him back flat onto the table.

“Do not even sound like you’re making fun of Japeness, Duo.” She said in her defiance. “We are sometimes more touchy then Chinese.”

“More touchy then Wu Fei is, was? I doubt.” Duo frowned at the memory and loss of his friend.

“No one can be more touchy about their honor then Chang.” The tear almost escaped Heero with thoughts of his loss friends.

“Wu Fei?” Said a long brown haired man, the host presumably. “I heard of a Chang Wu Fei before that is really touchy about his honor and Justice. And a Nat… Nataka, no Nata...”

The cell door swung opened, sending Heero back to the cell. A man stood there, blocking the light. He slowly walked in. As he did so, the light illuminated him.

He had long, straight, and spiky hair that puffed out from his hair and settled down on his shirt. It was dark, and after a bit, Heero could see that it was a midnight forest green. The shirt was blood red, and going greatly with the surroundings with its blood red color. The pants were so dark that they blended with the cell’s darkness. The light that did shine on it showed that the pants were black and made of tight leather. Twin red belts draped themselves off one hip and down the opposite thigh. As he face came clear, Heero saw that he was as Asian as he was.

The man strode right up to the padlocked Heero and Their eyes met. He had red eyes, as red as a shoulders blood after the neck was slashed. The man smiled and leaned down to so his eyes were mere inches from Heero’s.

“Hello, my name is Kuroi.” His hands came up and cupped Heero’s face. “And I will be your Master, your Ziedian master today.” He kissed Heero’s unwilling mouth and forced his tongue in.

And Heero was truly scared.

1-Dou you stupid (I think)

2-Kuroi—black, Japanese