I do not own the “Gundam
Wing” characters, nor did I make any money off of this project, so please no
suing. Various pairings, yaoi, AU.
The Completion Of Death
How Could You?
Love Means Nothing.
It
was not difficult to make his way into the dawn kissed room, even though the
window was on the second story. Using several uneven stones that riddled the
wall, he climbed his way upward, slipping through the open window, his cold
sloe eyes falling onto the sleeping couple.
Fools,
Wufei bitterly thought. Leaving it open and unguarded. Our lord could have
been killed in an instant. Sighing, the general crept across the rough
wooden planks, eyes on his feet rather than the bed.
When
he looked up, he was startled to see Trowa staring at him across crumpled
sheets, discarded clothes, and the length of a gleaming sword. His one visible
eye stared indifferently at him, cold and hard, as if still discerning if he
were friend or foe.
“Why
are you here, General Chang?” he growled.
“I
have come to return our rebellious king to his throne, Trowa,” he hissed in
return.
“So
you have become Rashid’s pet dog,” Trowa replied, laying the sword across his
blanketed lap and relaxing slightly. “Following his every beck and call?”
Wufei
took a step forward, face betraying the rage he felt. “How dare you!”
“Why
did he send you?” he asked, fingers straying through loose strands of his
sleeping king’s golden tresses. “Does he trust his lord that little?”
“It
is not his lord he distrusts,” Wufei growled, the tips of a smile dancing at
the corners of his lips. “It is you.”
“Me?”
Trowa exclaimed, face still impassive. “He knows I would die to protect Lord
Quatre!”
“Look
at you!” Wufei nearly screamed. “You have seduced the king into the sheets with
you!”
“What?”
Trowa shot back, hand returning to the sword.
“You
have used your forked tongue and lust to drive our king into bed with you!” the
general repeated, more adamantly. “We both know our lord is naïve and not
completely aware of the way the world!”
“Have
some credit for your king, Wufei!” Trowa yelled, knuckles fading to white as he
clenched the hilt of his blade. “The man is your lord as well!”
“Have
you told him, Trowa?” the general muttered. “Did you inform him of the part he
plays in the path of humanity? Do you trust him with that knowledge? Do you
trust him that much?”
The
Knight of the Scythe looked away, down to the slumbering form of his lover. “I
will do what it takes to protect him,” he whispered. “And if not telling him
protects him, so be it.”
“I
see,” the Chinese boy murmured. “Perhaps my caution was not warranted.”
“It
was not,” Trowa bluntly responded.
“Hn.
Be that as it may, our royal brat must return home,” Wufei said.
The
Knight bit his tongue and steadied himself before saying, “Our lord is old
enough to rule over us, but not old enough to travel on his own?”
“If
he runs into the demon, you know what could happen!” the general snarled.
Trowa
sighed, relaxing his hold upon his weapon once more. “Let us go out into the
hall and discuss such matters. I would not wish to wake the king.” With that
said, he rose to his feet, allowing all blankets to fall away from his tone
form, revealing his unclothed body to Wufei. The general said nothing as Trowa
dressed, unabashed at his own nakedness.
The man has not one bit of decency in his entire body, Wufei thought as he followed the now fully clad boy out
into the hall, quietly shutting the door behind him.
Sea
colored eyes flickered open, a small sigh issuing forth from tight lips. Quatre
sat up, allowing his own blankets to fall away, staring at the back of the
closed worn door.
“No
one has faith in me,” he whispered, grabbing his simple clothes from the back
of a nearby chair. “They think so little of me. And Trowa, my God, Trowa! He is
keeping secrets from me! Perhaps Wufei is right and he did use me for nothing
other than lust.” He bit back the sob that threatened to slip out of him,
sliding the blue tunic over his head and fastening the neck.
“Well,
I will just have to show them how truly capable I am!” he growled, slipping out
of the window, the growing sunlight nearly blinding him. “I will not be the
liability they think I am!”
Duo
growled curses under his breath as he peered through the stained glass windows
of the castle he lurked outside of, feeling the harsh rays of sunlight
relentlessly pounding against his flesh. He wiped his hand against his sweaty
brow, hot even under the cover of the thick trees.
“Stupid
heat,” he mumbled, pulling the damp braid away from its plastered place against
the back of his neck. “You know, one of these days I’m going to find a way to
put out the sun, damnit!” He leaned against the window once again, cupping his
hands around his face to block out the harsh light. “Now, where was I?”
After
waiting for Heero to awake the night before, his patience was finally rewarded
and the angel stirred and rose, immediately setting out for this castle in the
western most point of the Sanq kingdom. Refusing to allow the escape of any
dreams and hopes of a future that could be, the demon had followed the boy on his
journey, leading him here. Deciding that a hallway might be the wisest place to
spy, he had chosen a tainted window on the right side of the main hallway in
the castle to watch the object of his desire and to discover why he had come to
such a place.
“Come
on, Heero,” he hissed to himself. “Give me some answers. What have you been
doing for the last couple of centuries?”
Heero
finally strutted into view, that air of calm confidence and duty wafting around
him like a plainly visible aura. He fell down to one knee as a man approached,
his hair long and platinum, bangs licking his cheeks lightly. Clothes, fine
satins and furs, gave him the impression of a prince, or even higher. Cold,
battle hardened azure eyes stared down at the respectful boy, his full lips
begging him to rise to his feet. Ever the complacent one, Heero rose, taking
the hand that was offered to him and shaking it.
“The
person you’re working for? Is that it?” Duo whispered. “Did you sell out?”
The
unfamiliar man nodded, spoke a few words, and upon receiving a mutual nod from
Heero, bade farewell and walked away. The angel, seeing nothing else of
interest, straightened and began a quick stride in the opposite direction.
“What?”
the demon nearly shouted, exasperated. “That was it? That didn’t tell me
anything!”
Sighing,
and about to turn away from the scene, he glimpsed a young woman dashing into
view, long hair swinging behind her, so dark a blonde that it appeared brown.
Her dress was a bright pink satin, as feminine as possible so it seemed, and
her cheeks were rapidly turning the same color in the angel’s presence. Her
pure blue eyes stared at Heero in a manner that seemed more than friendly as
she fiddled with her hands that hung folded before her.
“What’s
this?” Duo murmured, squinting his eyes to get a better look.
The
girl suddenly threw her arms around Heero’s neck, her face looking almost
frantic as she clamped down onto him. Her lips presumptuously found his cheek,
laying their mark upon it with intense longing.
“Oh,
I see how it is,” Duo whispered, sneer riding across his lips. “Leave me out in
the cold, but love this little human girl? I thought your soul was gone, but I
guess I was wrong. You bastard! I can’t believe I actually loved you!”
Enraged,
he pushed away from the window, turning towards the sun. “I wanted to do this
the easy way. I wanted to live the rest of our lives in a peaceful happiness,
regardless of whatever foolish things were told to us. But now, all I want to
do is destroy it all! Deathscythe, here I come, and together, we will walk the
path of devastation!”
Heero
gazed indifferently at the girl who stood before him, head hanging as she
stared at her fumbling hands. Her words were monotonous and repetitive; things
he had heard time and time again, and would most likely hear more of as long as
he stayed at this dreaded castle.
I
came here only on business with her brother, he bitterly thought, anger
rising as each syllable was pushed through her full red lips. Can’t she see
that I am not interested?
“Lord
Yuy,” she began, using the last name he had bestowed upon himself, “I know that
this may very well be the final time I might ever lay eyes upon you, and in
fear of that, I wish to let you know of the depths of my feelings.”
“Lady
Relena,” he sighed, slightly frustrated.
“Please,
Master Yuy,” she interrupted. “Let me finish. Since the first day you walked
into this castle and our lives, I have felt a certain bond that you and I
share, something that has to be true. Master Heero Yuy, I would follow you to
the ends of the earth to protect you and show my devotion to you. I want to be
at your side for an eternity.”
On
an impulse, she threw her arms around his neck, laying a soft kiss upon one
unmoving cheek. “Please, my prince, allow me that one pleasure! I know that you
love me as well, I can feel it within your soul!”
Heero
dislodged himself from the girl forcibly, evenly looking at her. “I came here
to protect your castle from a war and nothing more,” he stated.
She
shook her head, hair flying. “Perhaps that is initially why you came here, but
it has changed, hasn’t it?”
“I
am here to defend your kingdom against a threat,” he replied, voice as frigid
as his eyes. “I am not here to win the fickle heart of a princess.”
“But
you have!” Relena yelled, ignoring the insult and latching her arms around his
neck once more.
Snaking
his arms underneath her death hold, he broke free and backed away. “Miss
Peacecraft, I bear no feelings for you. I came here to discuss matters with
your brother and nothing more. Now, if you will excuse me.”
Stoic
as always, the angel turned on his heels and walked away, leaving a young
Relena Peacecraft weeping in her pink satin dress. She fell to her knees alone
in the hallway, crying out his name to the inanimate stones of the castle
walls.
Heero
turned toward the sunlight, drawing his cloak closer even in the heat. The wind
ran invisible fingers through his dark hair, striking his face with a cool
slap. He sighed, eyes never leaving the horizon, and began walking east.
I
felt you, Duo. I know you saw, but what is it that you felt? I do not
understand this, any of it. Release sounds so sweet when there is no other
option.