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"The Tie That Bonds "Written By: Emerald Pillow Warnings: Yaoi; Lemon; Angst; Language; Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. You could
try to sue me, but all I have worth taking is a cat that looks like
Trowa, but acts like Duo. And I will fight for that cat. Rating: NC 17 Pairings: 1x3x1
The Tie That Bonds Chapter 3 The locket was made of yellow Gundamium; not a usual
material for jewerly. Though it appeared to open somehow, Trowa had
yet to manage as much. He had been laying on the couch for the last
five minutes, trying to figure out how it opens. He thought that maybe
there was a picture inside of the little girl's parents that they
could go by when the mother returns. Sheba walked over to her friend and nudged his elbow
with her nose. Sighing, Trowa placed the locket on the coffee table
and petted the Doberman. There wasn't much else he could do, for Amelia
had finally fell asleep on his chest. She had spent the better part
of the day crying since Hilde left. It wasn't until fifteen minutes
ago that she had fallen asleep. Not wanting to risk waking the baby,
he remained laying still. Trowa glanced up at the clock and yawned. Heero should
be home any minute, then they could talk about it. He didn't want
to give up Sheba, but he also didn't want to put the child in any
kind of danger. He continued to pet his companion as he became sleepy.
Just as he started to doze off, he was awaken by low growling. He
opened his eyes to find that Sheba was staring at the locket. Her
cropped ears laid against her head as she flared her teeth. Trowa
had only seen her act like this while Heero was training her to attack.
"Tired of playing hide-and-seek?" He was referring
to the fact that Trowa had pulled his bangs back into a ponytail to
keep out of Amelia's reach. . .at the same time, it was allowing a
full view of his whole face. "Nothing I couldn't handle." "Has she been sleeping long?" "Not long enough." Heero stood and easily
scooped the child in his arms. His touch was so soft, that she didn't
seem to notice him placing her on the cushion of the chair. Trowa
sat up, relieved from his position, but Heero pushed him back down;
kissing him fully and crawling on top of him. As the kiss deepen,
he rubbed himself against Trowa's inner thigh to make his erection
known. It wasn't unusual for him to come home horny. In fact,
he usually did. Ever since they've been together, his sex drive had
increased greatly. Presently, his lips moved down Trowa's neck, while
his fingers relieved the buttons of his shirt. Trowa's breathing became
heavy as the kisses moved down his chest. As he came to the groin,
he pulled away and unfasten the front of his jeans. His hand had just
slid into the denim when Amelia woke and began crying. Trowa sunk
further into the cushions as Heero stared at the child, not too happy
for the interruption. Reluctantly, Trowa rolled off the couch, fixing
his jeans, and walked over to the chair. Picking her up revealed that
she needed a diaper change. Heero watched in silence as Trowa removed
the diaper, cleaned her, and applied a new one. Even after the change,
the child continued to cry. He held her in his arms and tried to imitate
Hilde's actions earlier that morning. "I'm not sure I like this baby-sitting ordeal."
Heero stated as he watched his lover attempt to calm the child. He
pulled the taller boy to sit next to him. Trowa leaned against his
boyfriend's chest as he continued to try soothing the child. Suddenly
she stopped crying as she stared at Heero. Giggling happily, she started
reaching for the ex-pilot. Trowa looked up into the colbat eyes. "Don't
even think it." "Come on Heero, you're going to have to sometime.
I start the night shift next week." He extended Amelia to him.
Heero hesitantly accepted and held her the way Trowa had been. However,
instead of crying loudly, she was cooing lightly. Slowly, the kid
started to lull to sleep. Once her eyes were closed and peacefully
dreaming, Heero placed the child on the cushion. "Heero. . ."
"I just need five minutes." He promised and
pulled Trowa to his feet. Before a debate could be launched, the stronger
boy picked up his partner and kissed him fully. "But the baby. . ." "Sheba, guard." Heero commanded and the Doberman
sat protectively in front of the sleeping child. Being in the well
built arms caused all resistance to crash. Trowa began kissing along
Heero's neck as he was carried upstairs to the bedroom. On the way
up, Trowa worked on removing his clothes. By the time Heero laid him
on the bed, he was fully naked and eagerly attacking the front of
his lover's jeans. No time was wasted as the enlarged cock was slid
into the Latin's body. Sheba sniffed the child, as if memorizing her scent.
Her ears perked as she heard the screams of her master calling her
other master's name. She looked up at the ceiling, all to familiar
with the sounds that the bed was making. The baby stirred slightly,
but did not wake. It was then that Sheba heard a car pull in front
of the house. Curious, she hopped onto the arm of the couch, so to
not wake the baby by movements. Keeping her back paws on the arm,
she placed her front paws on the back of the couch for a clear view
of the front yard and street. There was a black Camaro parked across the street. There
was a air shrouding the vehicle that she didn't like as she witnessed
a man step out of the passenger's seat. With ears laid back against
her head, she jumped off the couch and started to head to the front
door. Then she remembered Heero's command, and remained sitting in
front of the child. A few minutes passed before she heard a soft click
and the front door started to slowly open. A low warning growl escape her throat as she flared
her teeth at the incoming man. A nervous smile poked at his lips as
he hesitantly entered the house, and Sheba's growling became more
menacing. Slowly the man held up something. It was a hot dog that
he was wiggling from side to side in hopes of gaining her full attention.
"Good doggie." He whispered and tossed the
hot dog to the canine. "Hungry fella?" Fella? That was the
last draw. Sheba started barking, causing the baby to wake full and
start crying. The barking also trigger rapid footfalls from above.
Panicking, the man ran from the house, with Sheba following close
behind. Heero jumped down the last three steps and looked over
to the couch. Amelia was still on the couch cushion, crying. Seeing
that she was otherwise okay, Heero ran through the front door in time
to witness a man, that was being chased by Sheba, jump into a black
Camaro. By time Heero made it to the street, the car sped off, Sheba
running and barking after it. The Japanese boy considered pulling
his gun to shoot the tires, but there were a few children out on the
side walk playing. He didn't want to risk the car careening into any
of the kids. Instead, he watched the car disappear around the corner,
looking for a clue as to who they were. Knowing they would be back
to try again, he looked at the house. He could easily see Trowa inside,
trying to calm Amelia. Somehow, seeing this eased his mind, and anger.
It was then that he noticed all the neighbors that had
wandered to the front of their homes to witness what has happened.
The neighborhood was usually peaceful and quite. . .which was why
he and Trowa were ready to move in. This was the first time anything
had ever happened on the street in the two years that they've lived
there. Ignoring the questioning eyes, he whistled loudly, and Sheba
came running back to him. Together, they walked to their front porch.
"Heero, is everything okay?" Mrs. Hackman
asked concernly from her front window. "Do you want me to call
the cops?" "No, thank you Mrs. Hackman." She was a little
old lady who lived alone. She had become good friends to both Heero
and Trowa shortly after they had moved in. She was probably the only
neighbor either of them spoke with on a daily basis. "I guess Sheba showed him a thing or two."
The old woman chuckled and smiled brightly. "I guess so." "Such a brave dog deserves an award. I'm frying
up some gizzards. Would it be okay if I gave her some?" "Sure." "I'll bring some over as soon as they're done.
Would you or Trowa like some too?" "No thank you." "Okay." The elder moved from her perch in
the window as Heero and Sheba entered the house. It wasn't unusual
for Mrs. Hackman to show such kindness. She claimed that she always
ended up making too much of something and she didn't want it to go
to waste, meaning that she brought it over for them. In return, Heero
and Trowa took turns doing things around the house for her. Rather
it was caring for her lawn, or fixing something that was broken, they
did whatever they could. Trowa managed to calm the baby. Heero quickly looked
around the house for anything out of the ordinary. All he found was
a hot dog laying on the carpet near the couch. He kneeled and picked
it up, before heading toward the kitchen. Trowa followed, waiting
for the information. "It was a 185 black Camaro. The windows were tinted,
so I didn't see the driver. The passenger was Caucasian. Partially
bald. One hundred forty-five pounds. Five foot eight and had a slight
limp." Heero tossed the food into the trash and looked up at
Trowa holding Amelia. "There was no licesne plate on the car.
Nothing distinguishing about it." Trowa leaned against the counter
and stared at the ground. "It was the same car that followed us to the grocery
store today." Heero walked over to him and slipped his arms around
his thin waist. "It's okay. They didn't get her." "It's not that. . .it's just that we finally got
away from this kind of scene. . .we were starting to live normal.
. .now. . ." He looked down at Amelia. "We're stuck with
a kid that we know nothing about other than what the note says."
"For now, that's all we need to know." Trowa
closed his eyes and allowed his features to drop. "Look, whoever
left this kid knew we were Gundam pilots. So to leave a child with
Gundam pilots. . ." "They have to know who we are. They can't research
us because we cleaned our slates. Whoever this was has to know us
personally. . .or at least one of us." "What are you trying to say Trowa?" Their
eyes met in a silent conversation. "I don't know what I'm trying to say. All I know
is that I want this child back with her mother. I want to go back
to the way things were before it gets worse. We both know that this
is only the beginning." "That may be true, but we both also know that we
are the only ones that can protect this child. What if she is the
key to another war? I know you don't want to go through that again.
We have to protect her so that no one else will have to go through
what we did." "How are we suppose to know who to turn her over
to? The note said the locket, but I don't understand." Trowa
pulled from the embrace and headed back into the living room. He picked
up the locket and handed it to Heero. "It's made of yellow Gundamium.
It appears to open, but I've tried, and it won't." "Then perhaps whoever left the kid has the means
to open it." Heero suggested as he examined the jewerly. "In
any case, whatever this locket is for, someone wanted to make sure
it lasted." Yellow Gundamium was the strongest metal that could
be fashioned into jewerly. "This is bull shit any ways." Trowa slumped
into the chair and set Amelia on his knee. "We can't even be
alone for five minutes without risking to lose her." "That just shows how important she is. From now
on, we'll have to constantly be alert. Whoever it is that we have
to protect her from knows that she's here. They'll be trying even
harder now to get her." Their conversation was concluded as there was a light
tap at the front door. A quick glance told it to be Mrs. Hackman with
a plate of gizzards. Heero opened the screen door and allowed her
in. She smiled brightly, but her features lighten as she noticed the
baby sitting on Trowa's knee. "Oh, what a precious little child." She cooed
and handed Heero the plate. "Where did you come from little one?"
She held her arms out as if asking if it was all right to hold the
child. Trowa gratefully granted the request. "Did the two of
you decide to adopt?" She questioned and lightly bounced the
child. "I didn't even know that you were considering. Ooo, you
got the pick of the litter. She's just precious. . .and so quiet."
"Actually, we didn't adopt her." Trowa answered
while watching the older woman sit on the couch. "Oh, are you baby sitting then?" "No. She was left on our door step last night.
Did you see anything around four this morning?" Heero interrogated.
He perched himself on the arm of the couch next to his neighbor while
he called Sheba and rewarded her for her protection. "I didn't see anything. The doctor gave me some
knew medication and now I sleep like a baby. You don't know who the
mother is?" "No. All we found was a basket and a note."
Trowa assured. "Well, what did the note say?" "It wanted us to watch over the kid and that it's
parent will be back to reclaim her." Heero set the plate on the
coffee table and presented the locket. "What do you make of this?" Mrs. Hackman had
worked for thirty years as a jeweler. With the baby still in her arms,
she accepted and studied the necklace. "My, oh, my. I never thought someone would make
a necklace out of yellow Gundamium." "Any ideal how the locket opens?" Trowa wondered
aloud and the old woman examined it closer. "No. Not really. I think it was designed to look like it opens. . .but I don't think it actually does." _________________
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