A Candle for the Future - (12/?)
Title: A Candle of the Future - Chapter 12/?
Author: Silverserpent
Pairings: 1x5
Rating: R
Warnings: yaoi, slash, swearing
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. If you are not 18 you should not be reading this. You have been warned.
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Ch 12
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Heero was slowly walking up the long concrete driveway lined with cherry trees. The mansion was just barely in sight and the security cameras were monitoring his every movement as he walked into Wufei’s domain. He knew there was no point in trying to sneak in; he had helped establish the security system and even Wufei had shown him a few new tricks.
Besides chances were if Wufei was really serious about keeping him out, he would have already had the passwords and camera setup changed.
As he got within fifty feet of the large oak front doors with steel cores, they swung open and a small procession of six men stepped out in clean black suits. Cong was in front of the group. The five spread out and stood in a line just behind him. Clearly Wufei didn’t intend to simply let him back in.
The five took pistols out but held them loosely to their sides; Heero tensed and rested his hand on the hilt of his gun in the back of his well worn jeans. He could dodge if he needed to. Cong began walking toward him and stopped two feet in front of him, respecting his personal boundaries.
“Sir, I believe that you have been informed that you are not allowed on this property any longer.” Heero nodded at Cong’s words, “Then I must inform you that I will be escorting you off the premises and you are not to return unless permitted, else you will be subject to immediate arrest.”
Heero nodded and turned to leave. He did not need to be told twice and he did not need an escort. “Please wait Mr. Yuy.” Heero turned as Cong whispered an order into his cell. “Please allow me to escort you.” A man brought around from the edge of the house a small golf cart and stopped it next to Cong and got out. He motioned to the cart and bowed slightly, “I insist.”
Heero got in and allowed himself to be slowly driven away from the mansion. When they were just outside the gates Cong stopped it. “Will you need me to call you a cab?”
Heero shook his head and motioned to a motorcycle just down the road he had rented upon landing here again. Cong nodded, and Heero turned to leave. “May I suggest you... make an appointment with CEO Chang at his office headquarters.” Heero half turned and looked at Cong for an explanation. Why would he try to help?
Cong was quiet for a moment under the questioning stare. Then quietly, “It’s not for you. I do this for him. He will need you and is too stubborn to change his mind.” Cong nodded to Heero and drove the cart back down the driveway, the massive iron gates closing behind him.
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The small motel was cheap, with beige stripped wallpaper on the walls and a strangely moist musky scent within the rooms. The curtains, currently closed were stained slightly, and the room was dark. It didn’t matter though. The place was just on the outskirts of the city center, three subway stops away from where he needed to go. DCI headquarters.
After leaving Wufei’s estate it had taken Heero an hour to get to the motel, where he immediately attempted to contact Wufei. He was intercepted by many various secretaries all stating that without an appointment there would be no means for him to speak with Wufei.
“What about by vid-phone?”
“I’m sorry he’s busy sir.”
“Have you told him Heero Yuy is on the line?”
“Yes sir. He’s busy.”
“When is the soonest appointment?”
“Two and a half months from now. Would you like that date?”
Heero hung up. That way appeared to be useless. Cong’s advice had not been as helpful as he had desired it to be. It appeared as if he would have no choice but to forces his way in. Heero got online and began trying to bring up blueprints of Wufei’s building. He probably had much tighter security then the average business man. This was going to take time and effort. Something tingled inside Heero at the thought. It was going to be the first real challenge he had in a while….
*BEEP*
Heero reached for his cell phone. Opening it, “Hn?”
“HEERO!! It’s been SOO long! How ya doing?” The loud American voice rang clearly through the phone.
“Fine. What do you want?”
“Geez, this is the last time I assist you for anything.”
Heero frowned, “I did not request your help.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know, Une called me in on it. This is the second time too…” Duo was muttering quietly into the phone.
“Second time?” Heero was noticeably tense. Had Duo been involved with Wufei’s backup and he had not been informed?
“Don’t sound so surprised buddy. When you went on your undercover mission, to who knows where, Une needed to act like your apartment was actually a temporary Preventer apartment that head quarters rented to keep hotel costs low.” So Duo didn’t know that he was involved with Wufei’s planning. The boisterous voice kept rambling, “They tried to break into your apartment, and the alarm went off. They had no idea had to shut it off. So they called the good old break in expert. Nice work by the way, that was a tough one to crack. I like how you installed it into the wall. Harder to get to the wiring.”
That’s why his apartment was unoccupied and the alarm shut off. At least it was Duo who did the break in; the alarm would still be fully operational since he did the work.
“Why did Une assign you to me?”
“She thinks you need help brainstorming for something. Phrased it as… ‘Go be the mediator between completely stubborn knuckleheads.’ So what’s up Ro? S’there a bee in your bonnet?”
Heero paused, thinking to himself. Duo didn’t know it was Wufei he was talking about. Perhaps if the questions were organized in such a way that…
“What would you do if an important leader did not want to talk to you, but you needed to?”
“I’d call them.”
“I tried that. It failed.”
“Set up an appointment.”
“They refused to give me one.”
“Hmm…Well if you tried to skip the beauracracy and went straight to the top dog by breaking in….you risk the authorities and blowing your cover.” Duo was thinking aloud into the phone. Heero knew both of their thought processes were similar; just that as opposed to finding a way around breaking in Heero decided to attempt it.
“So what do you suggest?”
Duo was quiet for a moment, “…I’d call Quatre. Or Relena. Or Wufei for that matter. They are highly important in the government and could probably get you a meeting with anyone in the ESUN.”
“Hn.” Heero hadn’t thought of that, but it was a decent plan. More then decent. Quatre probably knew of his role through Wufei and being the strategist, would see that Heero must also be very important to the success of Wufei’s plans…for better or for worse.
Duo’s voice held a note of success, “So you like that idea then!”
“Yes. Good bye.”
“Geez. Glad I could help. If you ever need help with your social skills let me know. I can help with that as well.”
Heero sighed into the phone, “Thank you Duo.” And then hung up. Heero quickly punched in the number for Quarter’s office and was met with yet another secretary.
“You’ve reached Quatre Winner’s office at WEI. How may I help you?”
“Heero Yuy for Quatre Winner.”
“One moment please.” Heero waited as a classical piece poured through the ear piece. He recalled it as one of the duets that Trowa and Quatre played often at the safe houses during the war, where they were all together, fighting for peace in the world.
“Hello?”
Heero frowned; it was not Quatre’s voice on the line but a soft tenor that Heero recognized well, “Trowa?”
“Yes, Heero. Quatre is unavailable. What is it that you need?” Straight to the point like normal.
“I need a meeting with Wufei.”
Trowa was silent on the other end, “I’ll see what I can do. Talk to you in an hour.” The phone went dead.
Good an hour. Heero could handle that. Just in case he continued to work on obtaining the blueprints for the building as a contingency plan.
Fifty-five minutes later Heero’s phone beeped again. Picking it up, Quatre’s voice sounded in his ear, “You have an appointment tomorrow at two thirty.” It was a stiff voice, the voice of Quatre in strategist mode. “This is your second opportunity don’t mess it up. You have a one hour slot.”
“Hn.” As an after thought from his earlier conversation with Duo, “Thank you.”
Quatre sighed audibly into the phone. “Good luck Heero. You probably won’t get another chance. Do your best.” Quarter hung up and Heero put the phone down. He needed to think of exactly what to discuss with Wufei and to work out how to apologize, but stipulate that he would not go on any missions that had to deal with kidnapping children.
It was either get along with the new Wufei or rot until he was done with his master plan. Wonderful choices. The tingling sensation began in his stomach again…this time it was not from the thrill of a challenge. For the first time in a long time it was fear...
Of possibly being useless in the very near future.
Author: Silverserpent
Pairings: 1x5
Rating: R
Warnings: yaoi, slash, swearing
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. If you are not 18 you should not be reading this. You have been warned.
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Ch 12
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Heero was slowly walking up the long concrete driveway lined with cherry trees. The mansion was just barely in sight and the security cameras were monitoring his every movement as he walked into Wufei’s domain. He knew there was no point in trying to sneak in; he had helped establish the security system and even Wufei had shown him a few new tricks.
Besides chances were if Wufei was really serious about keeping him out, he would have already had the passwords and camera setup changed.
As he got within fifty feet of the large oak front doors with steel cores, they swung open and a small procession of six men stepped out in clean black suits. Cong was in front of the group. The five spread out and stood in a line just behind him. Clearly Wufei didn’t intend to simply let him back in.
The five took pistols out but held them loosely to their sides; Heero tensed and rested his hand on the hilt of his gun in the back of his well worn jeans. He could dodge if he needed to. Cong began walking toward him and stopped two feet in front of him, respecting his personal boundaries.
“Sir, I believe that you have been informed that you are not allowed on this property any longer.” Heero nodded at Cong’s words, “Then I must inform you that I will be escorting you off the premises and you are not to return unless permitted, else you will be subject to immediate arrest.”
Heero nodded and turned to leave. He did not need to be told twice and he did not need an escort. “Please wait Mr. Yuy.” Heero turned as Cong whispered an order into his cell. “Please allow me to escort you.” A man brought around from the edge of the house a small golf cart and stopped it next to Cong and got out. He motioned to the cart and bowed slightly, “I insist.”
Heero got in and allowed himself to be slowly driven away from the mansion. When they were just outside the gates Cong stopped it. “Will you need me to call you a cab?”
Heero shook his head and motioned to a motorcycle just down the road he had rented upon landing here again. Cong nodded, and Heero turned to leave. “May I suggest you... make an appointment with CEO Chang at his office headquarters.” Heero half turned and looked at Cong for an explanation. Why would he try to help?
Cong was quiet for a moment under the questioning stare. Then quietly, “It’s not for you. I do this for him. He will need you and is too stubborn to change his mind.” Cong nodded to Heero and drove the cart back down the driveway, the massive iron gates closing behind him.
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The small motel was cheap, with beige stripped wallpaper on the walls and a strangely moist musky scent within the rooms. The curtains, currently closed were stained slightly, and the room was dark. It didn’t matter though. The place was just on the outskirts of the city center, three subway stops away from where he needed to go. DCI headquarters.
After leaving Wufei’s estate it had taken Heero an hour to get to the motel, where he immediately attempted to contact Wufei. He was intercepted by many various secretaries all stating that without an appointment there would be no means for him to speak with Wufei.
“What about by vid-phone?”
“I’m sorry he’s busy sir.”
“Have you told him Heero Yuy is on the line?”
“Yes sir. He’s busy.”
“When is the soonest appointment?”
“Two and a half months from now. Would you like that date?”
Heero hung up. That way appeared to be useless. Cong’s advice had not been as helpful as he had desired it to be. It appeared as if he would have no choice but to forces his way in. Heero got online and began trying to bring up blueprints of Wufei’s building. He probably had much tighter security then the average business man. This was going to take time and effort. Something tingled inside Heero at the thought. It was going to be the first real challenge he had in a while….
*BEEP*
Heero reached for his cell phone. Opening it, “Hn?”
“HEERO!! It’s been SOO long! How ya doing?” The loud American voice rang clearly through the phone.
“Fine. What do you want?”
“Geez, this is the last time I assist you for anything.”
Heero frowned, “I did not request your help.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know, Une called me in on it. This is the second time too…” Duo was muttering quietly into the phone.
“Second time?” Heero was noticeably tense. Had Duo been involved with Wufei’s backup and he had not been informed?
“Don’t sound so surprised buddy. When you went on your undercover mission, to who knows where, Une needed to act like your apartment was actually a temporary Preventer apartment that head quarters rented to keep hotel costs low.” So Duo didn’t know that he was involved with Wufei’s planning. The boisterous voice kept rambling, “They tried to break into your apartment, and the alarm went off. They had no idea had to shut it off. So they called the good old break in expert. Nice work by the way, that was a tough one to crack. I like how you installed it into the wall. Harder to get to the wiring.”
That’s why his apartment was unoccupied and the alarm shut off. At least it was Duo who did the break in; the alarm would still be fully operational since he did the work.
“Why did Une assign you to me?”
“She thinks you need help brainstorming for something. Phrased it as… ‘Go be the mediator between completely stubborn knuckleheads.’ So what’s up Ro? S’there a bee in your bonnet?”
Heero paused, thinking to himself. Duo didn’t know it was Wufei he was talking about. Perhaps if the questions were organized in such a way that…
“What would you do if an important leader did not want to talk to you, but you needed to?”
“I’d call them.”
“I tried that. It failed.”
“Set up an appointment.”
“They refused to give me one.”
“Hmm…Well if you tried to skip the beauracracy and went straight to the top dog by breaking in….you risk the authorities and blowing your cover.” Duo was thinking aloud into the phone. Heero knew both of their thought processes were similar; just that as opposed to finding a way around breaking in Heero decided to attempt it.
“So what do you suggest?”
Duo was quiet for a moment, “…I’d call Quatre. Or Relena. Or Wufei for that matter. They are highly important in the government and could probably get you a meeting with anyone in the ESUN.”
“Hn.” Heero hadn’t thought of that, but it was a decent plan. More then decent. Quatre probably knew of his role through Wufei and being the strategist, would see that Heero must also be very important to the success of Wufei’s plans…for better or for worse.
Duo’s voice held a note of success, “So you like that idea then!”
“Yes. Good bye.”
“Geez. Glad I could help. If you ever need help with your social skills let me know. I can help with that as well.”
Heero sighed into the phone, “Thank you Duo.” And then hung up. Heero quickly punched in the number for Quarter’s office and was met with yet another secretary.
“You’ve reached Quatre Winner’s office at WEI. How may I help you?”
“Heero Yuy for Quatre Winner.”
“One moment please.” Heero waited as a classical piece poured through the ear piece. He recalled it as one of the duets that Trowa and Quatre played often at the safe houses during the war, where they were all together, fighting for peace in the world.
“Hello?”
Heero frowned; it was not Quatre’s voice on the line but a soft tenor that Heero recognized well, “Trowa?”
“Yes, Heero. Quatre is unavailable. What is it that you need?” Straight to the point like normal.
“I need a meeting with Wufei.”
Trowa was silent on the other end, “I’ll see what I can do. Talk to you in an hour.” The phone went dead.
Good an hour. Heero could handle that. Just in case he continued to work on obtaining the blueprints for the building as a contingency plan.
Fifty-five minutes later Heero’s phone beeped again. Picking it up, Quatre’s voice sounded in his ear, “You have an appointment tomorrow at two thirty.” It was a stiff voice, the voice of Quatre in strategist mode. “This is your second opportunity don’t mess it up. You have a one hour slot.”
“Hn.” As an after thought from his earlier conversation with Duo, “Thank you.”
Quatre sighed audibly into the phone. “Good luck Heero. You probably won’t get another chance. Do your best.” Quarter hung up and Heero put the phone down. He needed to think of exactly what to discuss with Wufei and to work out how to apologize, but stipulate that he would not go on any missions that had to deal with kidnapping children.
It was either get along with the new Wufei or rot until he was done with his master plan. Wonderful choices. The tingling sensation began in his stomach again…this time it was not from the thrill of a challenge. For the first time in a long time it was fear...
Of possibly being useless in the very near future.