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aunt_zeldaTitle: Most Important Person
Rating: PG-13 for implications, and a mild swear word
Pairings, Characters: Hiro and Ando, with whatever implications you desire. Mention of Claire and Peter.
Word Count: 1,035 (aprox. Probably the shortest I’ve written in a long time)
Disclaimer: If I owned Heroes, V3 would not have happened.
Spoilers, Warnings: Spoilers through V3 of Heroes, but to be safe, you really should keep abreast of current episodes if you want to read fics at all.
A/N: I wrote this for a fic exchange and shall be getting – of all things – an Antonio/Sebastian (Twelfth Night) fic now that this is posted. I don’t really actively ship Hiro/Ando (not that I have anything against it, I just … don’t) so this can be read as either a ‘naaaaw, they luv each other!’ fic or a ‘naaaaaw, they’re such good friends!’ fic. Did I mention that I SUCK at writing action, but wanted this to be more of a mission-fic, so I bravely attempted it? Or that I’ve spent the past two weeks in intensive Shakespeare play acting and have no idea if my brain is too tired to produce anything good? *crosses fingers*
Prompt: “Keep your hands off my friend!”
“Ando-kun?” Hiro called out, dashing from room to room. “Ando-kun?!”
“Here, Hiro …” Ando’s head poked up over the back of a couch. He yawned and looked around. “What time is it?” he asked in Japanese.
“Almost time. Are you ready?” Hiro replied, also in Japanese, smiling at engaging in a language he’d forsaken for far too long in this strange country.
“I had a nice nap, did you sleep at all?” Ando stared critically at his friend. “You haven’t slept a full night since this mission was planned.” It was not a question.
Hiro shuffled his feet. “I have been worrying too much again.”
Ando sighed and clambered off of the couch. “Are you still having those dreams, Hiro?” he touched his friend’s shoulder, eyes wide with concern.
Hiro shrugged, biting his lip. Suddenly, his demeanor changed drastically, and he straightened up, beaming at Ando. “It’s almost time: let’s go be heroes!”
Ando forced a smile and patted Hiro on the back. “Yes … heroes …” he attempted a laugh with mild success and tugged his jacket on. “Is Peter Petrelli going to be there tonight?” he asked in English, tongue feeling awkward at the abrupt switch.
“I do not think so … Flying-Man thought it would look too sus-pick-us.” Hiro smiled, and added in Japanese “I wish the people we rescue all spoke Japanese. It would make telling them how to escape much easier.”
Ando nodded. “Hai …” he took his friend’s hands and glanced at the clock. “Are you ready?”
Hiro nodded, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth.
Ando’s hands began to glow and spark, sending jolts into his friend’s body that made Hiro’s hair stand on end.
Hiro squeezed Ando’s hands twice … and they were gone.
~*~
“Hold it right there, Masahashi!”
Ando skidded to a halt. The head of the teenage girl he was fireman-carrying thudded against his back. He’d been unable to wake her, or to find out what the scientists had drugged her with, so he’d pulled all of the wires and tubes off of her and hauled her out, urging the other prisoners ahead.
He’d done well in his assigned sector: all but two hollow-eyed ‘villains’ who’d run after the doctors had fled to safety. Ando had lagged behind, making sure that everyone was indeed out, before trying to follow to the rendezvous. Unmarked vans were waiting neaby, as Hiro’s ability could not transport so many people.
Ando turned slowly, shoulder aching with the weight of the girl, to see two agents – one with a gun – holding Hiro captive between them.
“Put the subject down, and put your hands up!” the male agent ordered, glaring at Ando like he was something filthy and monstrous.
Ando set the girl on the floor of the hallway; she moaned and turned her head slightly, then fell still again. He stared at the agents.
“Keep your hands off my friend.” Ando growled.
There was such venom in his voice that the agents actually looked as though they were about to comply.
Then the female agent spat “Put your goddamn hands in the air, you freak.” she brandished her gun in the air. “Or do you want me to plaster Nakamura’s brains all over the wall?”
“Ando-kun …” Hiro glanced from agent to agent; then yelped in Japanese, “Save yourself!”
“Shut up!” the male agent snapped, shaking him slightly, then turning again to Ando, “Masahashi, Agent Drake is going to come over there and inject you with a sedative. If you cooperate, you and your …” he paused ever-so-slightly, leering a bit “… friend will live.”
Ando sighed and raised his hands, glaring at the female agent as she approached him and drew a needle from her belt.
As she raised her arm to inject him, Ando whirled around and kicked Drake’s legs out from under her. Before her partner could react, he grabbed her gun and hurled it across the room, causing the agent to let go of Hiro and duck in surprise. Hiro kicked the male agent as he fumbled for his gun, and Ando stabbed the female agent with the sedative. Hiro kicked the male agent’s gun from his hands, sending it skidding across the floor. Ando tackled the male agent and managed to hold him still long enough for Hiro to mutter “I’m sorry!” and knock the man out with a well-aimed punch.
Panting, Hiro and Ando faced each other, the beginnings of smiles playing about their lips.
Alarms started to sound: lights flashing and sirens shrieking.
Hiro gave Ando his hand and helped him to his feet, and together they crossed over to recover the unconscious girl.
“I guess that’s our signal …” Ando held Hiro’s hands and shot sparks into them for a few seconds.
They were gone long before the footsteps of approaching reinforcements began to clatter towards the hallway.
~*~
“The cheerleader –” Hiro coughed, sitting down on the couch and kicking his shoes off. “I mean, Claire-chan, has sorted all of the people we rescued.”
“Good …” Ando sighed, stretching out on the couch himself. “And they’ll all be gone come morning?”
“Hai ...” Hiro yawned, reaching his arms out in opposite directions. “Dekita, Ando-kun …” he smiled lazily, sliding down the cushions, his legs curling up onto the spacious seats of the couch.
“Dekita, Hiro …” Ando leaned back and closed his eyes, running over the faces of the people he and Hiro and the others had managed to rescue from that awful place. There were so many they had yet to save, and more missions to go out on, and more sleepless nights pretending he couldn’t sense that Hiro was lying awake as well …
He opened his eyes and glanced at the clock on the wall: half an hour had gone by.
“Hiro –” he turned slightly and found that his friend was asleep, half-slumped against his chest. Hiro looked so peaceful, mouth hanging slightly open, that Ando would have rather walked back into that compound rather than wake him.
“Never mind …” he whispered, carefully removing Hiro’s glasses and tucking them into his shirt pocket. Shifting a little bit, Ando settled in for a decent night’s worth of sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
In case you didn’t know, ‘hai’ means ‘yes’ in Japanese. ‘Dekita’ means ‘we did it’ (or at least, that’s what semi-respectable sources online have told me in the past.) It’s probably easier if you look up “dai-suki desu” up yourself, I haven’t the time nor the skill to explain it myself.
Please comment if you read this, even if it’s only a sentence.
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Date: 2009-03-08 04:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-08 05:07 am (UTC)Seriously, that rocked, my friend. Your Antonio/Sebastian will be forthcoming.
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Date: 2009-03-09 09:53 pm (UTC)I am so insanely pleased that you loved this!
Yay, I rocked! (On low-battery, no less!)
Seriously, your reaction has been carrying me through the past few days, I kid you not.
(Woohoo, Antonio/Sebastian on the way! Please message me when it's done, because I have a nasty feeling that I'll misplace the memory ...)
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Date: 2009-03-09 08:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-09 09:50 pm (UTC)Mission fics are actually quite fun and easy: start out, some badly-written action, crash on the couch and give out slashy vibes ...
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Date: 2009-04-14 02:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-15 09:28 pm (UTC)Thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2009-04-19 12:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-19 04:58 pm (UTC)(How did you find this? I posted it ages ago!)
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Date: 2009-04-19 07:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-11 04:54 am (UTC)crap, now four.
oh wait that made five.
shite.
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Date: 2009-09-12 12:49 am (UTC)I should write more 'Ando and Hiro kick ass' fics ...