“Might have!” Heero interrupted. “What makes you think --”
“If he has no information on Zechs Marquise,” Wufei snapped, “then he’s useless enough that I can see no further reason for my army to waste resources on him.”
Heero stiffened in his seat at the threat, his mouth gone dry. He tried to speak, to make some further protest, but Wufei glared at him from eyes black with tension and anger, and words deserted him. It was for the good of the mission, he reminded himself. It had to be done. “All right, Wufei. I’ll bring him here.”
“Just a few questions, Duo,” Heero said softly, his voice calm but his body language radiating tense heat like a furnace. He glanced back over his shoulder to where the General paced back and forth like a caged tiger. The legends said that Chang Wufei’s warrior clan carried the blood of dragons; looking at him now, Heero almost expected his friend to breathe smoke. A muscle in his jaw twitched, but he clamped down on it; this had to be done. He didn’t want Wufei anywhere near Duo... but he could not stop it now.
Duo looked at him, and beyond him to the impatient General. He wanted to help Heero if he could, in any way he could, but the tension of the room communicated to him and he felt a nervous coil begin to form in his stomach. He tried to speak with a mouth gone dry, and had to lick his lips before he was able to speak. “All right,” he managed; one hand unconsciously clutching at his braid, he twitched an unconvincing smile at Heero. Heero took another breath to speak, but Wufei’s voice from behind him cut him off.
“Can we get started some time today?” Wufei growled.
Re: Spoil of War, prologue
Date: 2006-02-27 11:33 pm (UTC)“Might have!” Heero interrupted. “What makes you think --”
“If he has no information on Zechs Marquise,” Wufei snapped, “then he’s useless enough that I can see no further reason for my army to waste resources on him.”
Heero stiffened in his seat at the threat, his mouth gone dry. He tried to speak, to make some further protest, but Wufei glared at him from eyes black with tension and anger, and words deserted him. It was for the good of the mission, he reminded himself. It had to be done. “All right, Wufei. I’ll bring him here.”
“Just a few questions, Duo,” Heero said softly, his voice calm but his body language radiating tense heat like a furnace. He glanced back over his shoulder to where the General paced back and forth like a caged tiger. The legends said that Chang Wufei’s warrior clan carried the blood of dragons; looking at him now, Heero almost expected his friend to breathe smoke. A muscle in his jaw twitched, but he clamped down on it; this had to be done. He didn’t want Wufei anywhere near Duo... but he could not stop it now.
Duo looked at him, and beyond him to the impatient General. He wanted to help Heero if he could, in any way he could, but the tension of the room communicated to him and he felt a nervous coil begin to form in his stomach. He tried to speak with a mouth gone dry, and had to lick his lips before he was able to speak. “All right,” he managed; one hand unconsciously clutching at his braid, he twitched an unconvincing smile at Heero. Heero took another breath to speak, but Wufei’s voice from behind him cut him off.
“Can we get started some time today?” Wufei growled.