A
Fanfic by Kuroi Tenshi
Date: 03/10/01
Type: drama/angst/shounen-ai/etc, etc, etc…
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, just love them:) This
fic is one of my most prized ones *smile* its written in different POVs. Official
disclaimer at the bottom.
Love
letters at: K_Tenshi@gundamwing.org
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Part
3
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Within a second’s instance, I grabbed him
before he hit the floor. Stupid kid, that shit he’s taking is going to kill him
rather than do him any good. We go through the same thing every time I come around.
He thinks I just want to bother him, Goddammit, I’m sick and tired of seeing my
friends wallow in their own shit! Quatre looks worse every time I see him; I
pray every time I come here that there’s still something left to see. And
Maxwell…Goddamm Maxwell is throwing is life down the drain as if it were puke.
Goddamm that stupid kid! Damn both of them! How many times more do I have to
see the people I care about wither away like fucking dead flowers?! Kisama, I
can’t take much longer of this…
“Grab one of his arms. I’ll take the other.”
Yuy’s voice wakes me from my ‘meditation’. I take Quatre’s left side and he
takes the other, putting his injured arm around Quatre’s waist. Before we exit,
I leave some money on the table to pay for the drinks. Yuy and I carry a
blacked-out Quatre to the parking lot, to find his car. In a silent mutual
understanding, we have decided to take it down to the station. I came here in a
taxi, so did he, so I’m sure Quatre doesn’t have a problem with it. Of course
he doesn’t, he’s so thrilled with the idea he’s speechless! Stupid, stupid kid…
“Get the keys from his pocket.” He asks. I
reach down into his right pocket, and my fingers encounter a small plastic
bottle. I feel my face flush with anger. I grab the bottle and yank it out. I
stretch my arm and throw it as far as I can. It lands in the dump behind the
back fence of the parking lot.
“Here you go.” I reach back again and hand him
the keys.
He opens the door and gets in, unlocking the
passenger seat’s door in the process. I fold the front seat down and put Quatre
lying in the back. I carefully place his jacket on top of him. Folding seats
are such a hassle. I would have gotten a four door, but I guess on this model
it looks ok. Quatre has better taste in cars than in clothes.
“Can you drive stick?” I ask as I sit down,
remembering Yuy’s previous driving ‘demonstrations”.
“Hn.” He nods. He starts the car and pulls out
of the parking spot with excellent synchronization. I guess time can teach an
old dog new tricks.
“Why did you come back, Yuy?” I ask, turning
to face him. I’m not one to waste any time.
“…..” was his response. Not very informative.
I decide to try again.
“What the fuck are you here for, Yuy?!”
He turns to look at me. Blank. I’ve never seen
so much emptiness in anyone’s eyes. Can this fucker really be soulless?
“Tie up loose ends.” He finally responds. I
grunt in exasperation. This is a fucking joke. I am NOT going to spend the few
days I have here dealing with this shit. I’m getting to the bottom of this NOW.
“As you can see, things aren’t exactly great
here. And you here isn’t helping at all. Just what are you trying to
accomplish?”
“I want to amend my mistakes.”
I snort in disgust.” Don’t you think it’s a
little too late for that?” I say, trying to picture the braided baka in a jail
cell.
“It’s only too late when you’re dead.” His
stare softens up a bit. It almost looks like sorrow that’s clinging to his
face. Any other person would have passed it unnoticed, but Yuy is a soldier
like me. At the very core, that is what we are and always will be. And a
soldier hides his feelings, not because he is inhuman, but because they are his
most prized possessions. I nod in
agreement and turn back to look at the highway. It was raining. You could see
black smoke coming from the factories in the back of the city.
Yuy stares at the road as if his life depended
on it. I lower my head, trying to hide my grin. He’s just trying to avoid me.
I’ve heard countless of times the story of how he and Duo broke up. Of course,
from Maxwell’s point of view, the bastard Heero left him because he wanted to
have his own life, he wanted to be ‘free’ (I’m laughing a little louder now,
I’m sorry but that just sounds too gay!), and that Heero had said that he
didn’t have space in this new life for Duo. I understand why Maxwell would have
reacted the way he did, but knowing him, he most likely exaggerated. I know Yuy
can pass for an inconsiderate bastard (so can I, that’s why I know), but I have
a feeling there’s more to this than that idiot’s tale.
“Knowing Maxwell for the time I have, although
he over-dramatizes everything like a stupid onna, you must have done something
pretty fucked up to him for him to be acting this way.” I try to reinitiate the conversation, but he
remains silent. This is almost as bad as trying to get Barton to participate in
them.
“What happened?”
Yuy keeps staring at the road, but I see the
expression change. “I left Duo five years ago because I wanted to make a life for
myself.” He stops. I nod, yeah I know that.
“Why?” I say my thought out loud.
“Duo has always been the passionate one.” He
sighs. “After the war, we lived together for a while. I was pleased.”
He pauses again. I breathe in, trying to be
patient. Luckily, he continues.
“There were other projects I had in mind,
however. But Duo had his projects as well, and was very enthusiastic about
them. But with time, Duo stopped caring for his dream and developed an
obsession for me. I couldn’t handle another obsessed person over me, and I had
my goals to follow. I wanted someone that would let me be and not hover over
me.”
“You still married your other ‘obsession’” I
cut in, in bitter tone.
“Another miscalculation.” He coldly responds.
“You said he had a dream? What was it?” I
cocked my head in intrigue.
“He wanted to build an orphanage. The Maxwell
House, as he put it. ‘It also honors my favorite brand of coffee’, he would
say. What I did I not only did for myself, but to save him as well. I wanted
him to get back on track. There was just no room or time for love.”
I run my hands through my hair, which I now
wear short, sort of Bruce Lee style. This is like a damn soap opera! ‘I
thought, he thought…’ Doesn’t anyone understand that its there kind of assumptions
that create these retarded misunderstandings?!
“And just tell me Yuy, how the hell did you
assume that’s what he needed?”
“What?” he turns to face me for the first time
since we got in the car.
“I agree with you that the way Maxwell was
going about it was wrong, but you don’t have the right or knowledge to decide
over what’s best for him. You could have made an arrangement and still kept in
contact.”
“I wasn’t sure if I was going to see him ever
again…”
“And of course it was easier for you to just
ignore everything that was left behind. How very convenient, Yuy. You truly
have no honor and Maxwell was right, you ARE an inconsiderate son of a bitch.”
My eyes started to burn and I collected all the strength I had to keep myself
from snapping his neck. I turn to the back of the seat to check on Quatre, who
was starting to wake up, yet he was still pretty out of it.
“I…loved him.” He suddenly spits out, with
hard effort, I notice.
“Did you ever tell him that?” I ask. Silence. Yep,
that’s what I thought.
“You know, you and Quatre are so alike. You’re
both pussies when it comes down to say the things that need to be said. I
understand why it’s hard for you though. It’s not very common in our traditions
to express those kinds of feelings with such ease. Yuy, they’re not like us.
They need to hear it.” He remains silent. I stare at the droplets of water on
the windowsill. We approach the gray building that is the police headquarters.
I remember something my grandfather once told me right then. It comes to
context.
“Yuy.”
“Hn?”
“Let me ask you something, but before you
answer me, think about it carefully.”
He turns to me as he parks close to the
entrance. I shift my gaze directly into his.
“When two people love each other completely,
and that love is true love, but they just can’t seen to get it together and
make it work…when do you say enough is enough?”
He looks at me, and I notice uncertainty in
his eyes. For the first time, I see genuine pain in them. Quatre is now
completely awake, and like me, awaits his answer. His eyes jump from him to me
until he finally speaks.
“When there is more pain than happiness.”
I sigh. Shaking my head in disagreement, I
open the door. Quatre folds the seat back and gets out. I help him put on his
jacket, when I notice Heero staring at us. There’s a look of longing about him.
For the first time since I’ve known him, I realize Heero Yuy is actually
lonely. And I have a feeling this is news to him too.
We head for the door when his hand stops my
shoulder. His face is wet from the rain.
“What’s the answer?” he asks.
Turning to meet his gaze, I reply. “Never.”
And go through the doors.
* * *
“Wufie!! You came! You came to save me!”
“Shaddup, Maxwell! This is the LAST time you fuck
up like this! I didn’t come all the way down here to have to deal with your
shit!!!” My chest actually hurt because of how loud I yelled that out. All of
headquarters looked at us with a not-so-friendly stare. I signal the officer to
open up the door and let the baka out. He looks like hell. I grab him by one of
his wrists and drag him to the main office, pretending to not hear his whining.
But the truth is, I can’t bear to look at him, and see the God of Death himself
dying.
“Since this is a first time offense, and it
wasn’t a large amount, we’re letting him go with bail you provided. However,
next time we won’t be so forgiving.” The large man behind the desk said in a
deep rumbling voice to Quatre as World’s Idiot#1 and me entered the room.
Quatre picked up his jacket and gave the officer a faint smile. I could see his
eyes, they were bloodshot. Heero was standing by the doors. I felt Duo’s hand
immediately tense up at the sight of him.
“What the hell is HE doing here?” his eyes
narrowed. I sigh is exasperation. I will not allow a scene here.
“You, shut up before I demolish that whale of
a mouth of yours!” I order him, and he just turns his face away, crossing his
arms. “Quatre, take him home. Yuy and I will take a cab.” I motion Duo to go
with him, when I suddenly hear a familiar noise from the inside of my jacket.
*beep* *beep* *beep*
I take my cell phone out and answer it. I
tense up at the sound of the speaker’s voice. Shit, I almost forgot.
“I see.” I reply into my phone. “Well, I guess
I’ll have to get there.” A moment of silence and out. I put the artifact back
in my jacket.
“Quatre!” I call out, running down the stairs,
trying desperately to catch up with them. They were almost in the car, and Yuy
was standing in the wet sidewalk, waiting for a taxi. I motion to him to come
back to the parking lot. I finally get to them and turn around, to see Yuy
walking towards us.
“There’s been a change of plans. Quatre I need
to get to the airport ASAP. Maxwell will have to go with Yuy.”
“What?! I’m not…”
I give him the ultimate look of death, and he
shuts up immediately. But Quatre remains confused, yet too tired to say
anything. Yuy is now within earshot.
“I need to get there soon, and your car is
faster. If I wait for a taxi, I’ll be too late. Besides, Its time those two
babies learn to deal with each other.” I say the last line looking directly to
Yuy and Maxwell, who don’t look so pleased, yet know better than to say
anything. I get into the passenger’s seat and wait for Quatre. He says something
to both of them, I think ‘Goodbye” of “Goodnight” and gets in. He takes off his
tie and rolls up his sleeves before starting the ignition. I swallow a lump of
guilt.
“I’m sorry for putting you in this position
specially when you are not feeling your best.” I say firmly, but without the
characteristic harshness of my voice.
“I know you and you wouldn’t have if this
wasn’t very important.” He responds, pulling out into the road. From the corner
of my eye, I see Yuy and Maxwell standing side by side under the rain, waiting
for their ride. If it weren’t for the look on their faces, I’d say it was a
romantic sight.
We drive towards the airport in silence. I
occasionally glance up to look at him, catching a sigh or a yawn. I swallow
again, pushing the lump back as much as I can. Maybe it would be better if I
talked to him before we got to the airport. I debate it in my head, but I cant
make up my mind about it. Even if I tried, I just can’t seem to speak. I can’t
bring myself to say anything. Maybe it’s best for things to find their own
course. I glance up again at him, he seems more relaxed now. I guess in
situations like these, I should just let fate be.
“I hope those two don’t kill each other.” He
finally speaks. I nod.
“It’s either that, or they’ll announce their
engagement. It’s a 50-50 chance with them.” I chuckle. He doesn’t seem to find
it as amusing as me.
“At least, either way, they ended up
together.” He replies. I breathe deeply. I can’t take this anymore, I have to
tell him. Before…
“We’re here.” He announces. I close my mouth
and fall back into my seat. Kisama.
We get out of the car and follow the entrance
tunnel to the Waiting Lounge. We run inside cause for some odd reason (or maybe
not so odd), it just started to really pour now. I glance at my watch. The
little green digits mark 11:55pm. Made it.
“Wufei, who are you waiting for?” Quatre
finally asks. I open my mouth to reply, but before the words come out, a voice
cuts me over the loudspeaker. ‘Shuttle Flight#325 has just arrived from Colony
L3 Cluster. We apologize for the delay.’ Quatre’s face gets more confused
seeing that I don’t say anything more. I glance at my watch again, which tells
me its now midnight, and as I look around the room, I see the gates of the
shuttle flight they just announced. My heart races, I turn frantically to
Quatre, who’s eyes scan the arriving passengers as if trying to find their
answer there, the answer I am reluctant of giving him.
“Quatre, it’s…” I start, but the look in his
eyes tells me its too late.
“Trowa?”
I turn around to meet Barton’s surprised gaze.
His black trenchcoat waves behind him as he approaches us, with reluctance in
his step. I stand next to Quatre, whose eyes are widened, but not in the
happiness I would have hoped for. Barton remains silent, but not from his usual
stoic façade, but from genuine shock. His eyes meet Quatre’s alike in wideness,
when the little bundle in his arms starts to stir.
“Daddy? Are we there?” a faint little voice
asks from between his arms. I lower my head. I can’t bear to see Quatre’s face.
All I saw were two tears fall to the ground.
T.B.C
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Author’s notes: Oh dear, I never imagined this
fic was going to be so depressing:(:(:(. Before I go on, I must clear up
something. The question Wufei asks Heero before they get to the police station
was taken from the movie “The Mexican”, the new movie with Brad Pitt. I went to
see it recently, and was terribly disappointed. It sucked, mainly for two
things: They tried to make a funny, yet smart plot, but failed miserably, and
second, Brad Pitt only appears shirtless ONCE. This is a movie set in Mexico,
people. Where it’s hot as HELL, yet throughout most of it he’s wearing long
sleeves. Who figures? Anyways, the only thing that stuck out in my mind was
that question. So credit goes to whoever made it up, its definitely one of
those lines I wish I had come up with. Well, I’m basically letting this story
take its own course, so lets see where this ends up (hopefully without any
homicides or suicides!).
-Kuroi Tenshi=:)
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