CHAPTER ONE :AC 205
Ten long years have since passed since Oz started the war. These ten years; what had they
done to a warrior, a fighter, a man?
I never thought I would live to see this day; the day when I would become a true adult.
Funny, I wonder why I didn't die. After all, so many did not live. Why me?? What was so
special about me? Yeah, why me..........
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"Have you seen Heero ?"
"No..... Not since the end of that war "
"I see..... How long since we last saw one another?"
".... Nine years... What have you been doing, Duo?"
Duo looked at the one who asked that question. "I've been looking for Heero."
"I see....." the man wearing a dark green, expensive suit replied.
He regretted asking that question. He could see that Duo's once beautiful amethyst eyes
had lost their shine, their passion, their beauty. Pain, anger, and loneliness had
replaced all evidence of the happiness that once dwelled in his eyes.
/What had happened to make Duo change this drastically? What sorrow had caused that
'devil-may-care Duo' to turn into this defeated, cheerless shell of a man?/ Trowa wondered
sadly as he observed those visible changes in Duo.
Suddenly, Duo's husky voice broke Trowa's reverie, "Trowa, I need your help
desperately!! Could you help me?..."
"If it's within my means..."
"It is... I need your help in looking for Heero. You have the means, you and Quatre.
Please, I can't do this alone; I've tried for these past nine years. God knows how hard
I've tried but I've been looking for him for so long..." Duo shielded his face behind
his hands.
Trowa knew of the pain Duo had been through. He shuddered to think what he would have done
if Quatre did this to him. He remembered once Quatre had run away from him, on the day
when he had witnessed his father's death. He remembered how devastated Quatre had been. He
could not bring himself to love this planet, this colony again... If not for his brush
with death, Quatre would not have woken up to witness the trauma of watching his father
die, the nightmare of his colony being blown to smithereens..... He would not be with
Quatre now, enjoying the simple pleasures life offered them. He felt rather guilty for
being so happy while his fellow comrades were suffering.
/Wufei...... what has he been doing ?/ he wondered suddenly as the name popped into his
mind unexpectedly. He knew Wufei had lost his sanity when he personally signed Treize's
death warrant. He wondered how terrible it must be to personally blast your lover to
death...let alone the one you want to share your life with. The decision of pushing that
button must have been difficult to make. Not even he had that strength to push that
button, therefore he really admired Wufei's will... yet he felt happy that he did not have
the kind of guts Wufei had. He could never imagine himself killing the one he loved. He
would rather die than see his hands stained with the blood of Qua...
" Trowa, are you listening? Will you help me?" Duo pleaded.
"Onegaishimasu...(cough), (1)onegai..shi..masu.." Duo's pleas were cut off by a
sudden, violent coughing fit that wracked the entirety of his frame.
"Duo! Are you all right?" Trowa reached out to help steady Duo when the boy bent
over and shuddered.
"Not for long," Duo replied calmly. He raised his head to look at Trowa. Trowa
gasped in horror, he could not believe what he was seeing; Duo had just coughed up
blood...
"That's the reason why I need to see Heero...for the last time.....It's also why I
can't look for him myself..." the other man explained, trying to control his somewhat
labored breathing.
"Duo..."
Duo smiled sadly. "Don't... don't feel sorry for me..." Duo spoke with pleading,
tired eyes. "Trowa, can you help me ?" he asked with a beseeching tone.
Trowa could not trust his voice to make a sound. He was still in a state of shock. /How
much had Duo suffered in searching for Heero? It must had been hard on him... all these
years./
"Trowa?"
He saw Duo's face, all vibrancy gone. The cheerful, ever-sunny Duo now had become dull and
pale. As Trowa continued to observe his changed friend, he muttered a cry of shock.
"Duo, what happened to your braid?"
"Oh that.... I cut it off," Duo replied as nonchalantly as he could manage.
"I had to cut it off (cough, cough) sold my hair just to -"
"Enough; you need to rest. We'll talk later," Trowa interrupted gently. He could
tell by his old friend's pallor and the deep circles under his eyes that Duo probably had
not slept well for a very long time.
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CHAPTER TWO :
"Look at that man!"
"Ohh... He is so exotic looking...."
"Look at that pair of slanted sloe eyes!!"
"How I'd love to rake my fingers through that mass of
hair"
"Me too...."
The oriental man had overheard those two ladies' conversation but he ignored them. His
main purpose in visiting this bar was for a drink, not conversation. He needed to drown
his sorrows. He had been coming here for almost three nights in a row... Each night, he
got drunk, and each night, he could not forget that fateful night where his lover had
embraced him in the most tender manner, whispered sweet-nothings all through the night and
the very next day, he had repaid his lover by pushing the little red button. For nine
years now, he had tried to kill himself, but his lover's face would always appear before
him, looking at him..... Then he couldn't bring himself to do it. After all, his lover had
told him to live...
/How could I live without you by my side?/
"One martini please......." he ordered. As he took his first sip, the liquid
flowed down his throat, burning a fiery path down, his memories leading to that fateful
day.....
~ And we stare each other down like victims in the grind
Probing all the weakness and hurt still left behind and we cry ~Of the ultimate
battle....Wufei never thought that there will be day where Treize would come to
this…….
/Must you really do this?? Must you?? No… I mustn't be soft hearted at such a crucial
moment. Time has come for us to part…. Yet, why am I feeling so damned hurt?? Why am
I so unsure of myself?? Why is my sense of justice telling me that this is all wrong??/ He
thought bitterly, smashing his hand on his controls.
~The tears of pearls ~
" Sayonara…" The chinese boy saw his beloved mouthed words of consolation.
Anger, anguish and great sorrow pounded into his little heart. He watched his lover Treize
close his eyes, waiting for the ultimate moment. The tears began to roll down Wufei's
cheeks……/Naze?/ He wanted to ask his lover, his enemy…He felt this great
urge to run toward Treize and hold the OZ general in his arms, wanting to exact assurances
that this was not happening....
"We'll do it. Oh we will do it."
But alas, this was not so... This was reality, and reality required the young adolescent
to murder his love. He pushed that button which required so little force to activate…
Not many people had that strength…. But he had done it……
"POW!!"
" GENERAL!!!!!!!!" Treize's ever-faithful soldiers cried out for
him….
But it was too late, he was forever gone, in a bright, brilliant flash of flame, ever
worthy of one such as Treize...
/Gone forever, Lost to me……../ Wufei's tears rolled down his cheeks as he banged
his fist at the control panel…
" Treize!! Naze?" the sloe-eyed pilot screamed quietly in his anguish-filled
heart. A throbbing ache consumed him
/All joy is dead now… all expectations of the future embered away with that
explosion. The ghastly future with all its torture, despair and betrayal rises before
me….. It would be better to die than have to live a life without you…. my dear,
dear Treize..../
~ Is love really the tragedy the way you describe? ~
(Flashback)
"Wufei.."
"Nani?"
"Don't visit me anymore….."
"Huh??" he was surprised. Treize's tone was so cold and indifferent.
"What is the matter with you??"
"Go away now… I don't want ever to see your face…again!"
"Why?"
Treize looked at his dear dragon calmly before opening his mouth," There is no way we
can carry on like this….. You and me…..we are on different sides...and always
will be. It was wrong of me to start a relationship with you…..I… This love was
a mistake ..right from the beginning…. I woke up….. so should you…"
Wufei could not believe the words coming out from his general's mouth. /You are not that
sort of person….I know you must have your reasons for saying that…. I know you
too well…. And I know the implications our relationship would bring….. But I
don't mind…. I know you don't mind it too….. So why are you bringing it up??/ he
cried out to Treize in his mind, /Can't we pretend… just for a moment, that there was
no war? Can't we pretend that we are normal people, with a chance to find love? Why must
you deny me this chance? Why??/
But he could not voice his desperation. Pride refused to let him do so.
As Treize gazed at his beloved, his expression had changed involuntarily… from one of
indifference to one of tenderness. He knew what was running in his beloved's mind.
"Wufei… We are soldiers… soldiers aren't allowed to have emotions…..
It weakens us…..Do you understand? We have to stop now before we fall deeper into
this... so called... sea of love. If we are born in different era……perhaps, it
would have been possible…."
He paused a while, gazing at Wufei for a moment before sighing, "The time has
come…we have to face each other in the next battle…. I have no wish to fight
you… My love for you had blinded my senses…." he explained.
"Treize…." Wufei walked up to him and wrapped his slender arms around his
waist. " Is love really a tragedy? Even if it so, I'd gladly accept it…. I don't
mind all its sorrows as long as I have you…."
" I'm sorry….I can't … Go away…"
~ Or would a thousand lovers still leave you cold inside?
Make you cry...These tears of pearls ~
(Wufei's soliloquy 3)
/Its all gone now… There's nothing in the world for me except misery, sorrow,
misfortune and death. Everything was deception and hypocrisy, everything was fraught with
suffering and tears. Are soldiers not allowed to have feelings? Are soldiers not
humans?/
~ All these mixed emotions we keep locked away like stolen pearls.
Stolen pearl devotions we keep locked
away from all the world ~
(After the war)
/Everyday is a painful reminder of how lonely I am without you. Those pleasant nights
spent delirious in your arms, now become painful memories to keep locked inside my heart.
Every single night, as I lie down to rest, your kisses, your touch all come to haunt me,
to taunt me….. When can my soul be truly free from this prison of love?/
~ Your kisses are like pearls, so different and so rare
But anger stole the jewels away and love has left you bare,
made you cry...These tears of pearls ~
(Treize's soliloquy)
"Oh, Wufei…."
I know how angry you must have felt.. I'm sorry to leave you like this….Your kisses,
so pure and chaste…. Like little doves bringing new hope to the world, you have
brought light to my life. But now you appear to hate this world, hate this life... you've
lost the vigor for life. This is so unlike you. Wufei… change back to the Wufei I
used to love… Don't let anger take control your life, don't let present sadness rob
you of future happiness…… Don't let the memories of me bind you…. Let
go…… Don't cry for me…. Don't waste your precious pearls for me.. I was
unworthy of such admiration, such love…I am not the one for you… Let
go……
~ Well, I could be the tired joker
pour my heart to get you in.
Sacrifice my happiness just so I could win.
Maybe cry...These tears of pearls ~
(Wufei)
I had fought hard for the cause, thinking that by winning this war, I would find happiness
in the end... because I deserved it after sacrificing everything. Not so!! I had lost
you….What a farce this is…. I never thought I would fall so deeply for you…
~ All these mixed emotions we keep locked away like stolen pearls.
Stolen pearls devotions we keep locked
away from all the world ~
Let me sleep….Let me go…Let me die…… Let me dream ……Let me
see you.. Treize….. Let me look at you face, Treize….. Don't let me cry..
Treize…
~ We twist and turn where angles burn...
Like fallen soldiers we will learn ~
I had learned a very important lesson. I mustn't let myself fall in love again..
~ That once forgotten, twice removed.
Love will be the death... ~
Love is my torturer, my master from hell…. You, my chains to this mundane world....
Treize, wait for me... I'll be joining you very soon.....
~ The death of you ~
//The death of you had shattered me; I'm beyond repair.. No one can ever replace you…
No one…… I glance at the black sky, taking in deep breaths of the night air.
Treize, wait for me…. I look at the bottle beside me…. It's time to
go…visit you...//
Wufei drank in all the contents of the bottle at the bar.
~All these mixed emotions we keep locked away like stolen pearls.
Stolen pearls devotions we keep locked
away from all the world ~
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Explanatory Note :
1. ' Onegaishimasu ' means in English ," I need a favor from you, please help me
."
2. I've combined it with a song, the lyrics taken for this fic was <Tears of Pearls>
by Savage Garden. Initially, I wanted to write a songfic but I decided to use it for this
story, so.... :P
3. Soliloquy: Represents in words what we are to imagine is going on in the character's
mind.
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CHAPTER THREE : This piece has been edited by Kitsunehi. Arigato, Kitsunehi!!^^ But
that was the earlier draft^^ Now, I have gotten myself a new beta reader, Yeah^^V Oh
yeah... get ready for some action... know what I mean?? Heh heh
heh..... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
A.C. 205
"Duo!! Welcome!" Quatre greeted enthusiastically. He was very glad to see Duo
after his absence of nine long years. Initially, he'd wanted to look for Duo, but he could
not leave his duties as head of the Winner household and Governor of the L3 colony behind.
He had nearly worried himself sick over Duo, then more so, when Heero left them. He knew
that Duo and Heero had something special. So when the wing pilot had left without any
notice, he could not comprehend the action, neither could Duo. The ex-Shinagami pilot
almost had a break down...just like Wufei...
/Why? Why must all these bad things happen to them?? Especially Wufei.... He had lost his
wife, his childhood and now, the only person he truly loved..... Why?/
"Quatre?"
Quatre snapped out of his reverie, "Huh?"
"Quatre, are you all right? You seem to be in a daze..." Trowa asked, the
concern in his voice evident.
Quatre smiled and replied, "I am fine; you worry too much..."
"Aw.... that's just Trowa, 'the nanny'. " Duo added mischievously.
"Hey!!" Trowa snapped at Duo's words.
Quatre smiled to himself. /Duo has not changed a bit…Eh?/
"Duo, what happened to your braid?" he asked quizzically, not believing his eyes
when he saw Duo's short hair.
"Oh..you mean this?" Duo pointed to his short hair. "Just wanted to have a
change." he replied nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.
Quatre wanted to question Duo further, when Trowa pulled his upper arm and shook his head
slightly.
"I'm sure Duo is tired after such a long journey." He paused for a moment before
continuing, "And you, my dear, are going to make us a sumptuous dinner," he
finished, giving Quatre a wink.
Quatre blushed, as he did not expect Trowa to address him so endearingly in front of other
people. He nodded and moved towards the kitchen to prepare dinner for the three of them.
His house did not have any maids or servants, as Trowa wished to have his privacy and he
agreed wholeheartedly. There were things he wished to do with Trowa that were
considered...er...private. All the housework was shared equally between the two of
them.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Ten long years have since OZ started the war. These ten years; what had they done to a
warrior, a fighter, a man?
I never thought I would live to see this day; the day when i would become a true adult.
Funny, i wonder why I didn't die. After all, so many did not live. Why me?? What was so
special about me? Yeah, why me...........
A lone figure roamed the streets of colony L3. He was tall; about 1.73m. He had a lean
physique, slender and muscular. His dark brown hair and appearance was dirty and unkept,
like a street vagabond. He had walked the streets aimlessly, not knowing where to go, what
to do. He saw an alley and decided to enter; it seemed a good place to stay for the night
as any.
Another night of reminiscing the happy times of his life with a certain pair of passionate
violet eyes. He continued to walk until he had reached the end. He then sat down and leant
against the wall, bringing his knees up to his chest.
( Flashback……)
"Ah…ah……ah…. Please…more.." a voice pleaded sensually
to him. The owner of that voice was lying beneath him, his long chestnut-colored hair
spread out evenly and aesthetically, like a fan on the bed. They were kissing
passionately, and the pillows were tumbling out of their bed, due to the intense passion
they were creating.
"Heero, please..." The creature begged, writhing helplessly as Heero's hips
rocked erotically onto its hips."More…. Don't TORMENT me !!"
He grinned. "More of what?"
The figure opened his large amethyst eyes and stared at him angrily. "You
know…"
"No, I don't," came the almost teasing reply.
The creature blushed, turned away slightly and whispered softly, "I want
you..."
His heart leapt at the quiet admission. A surge of happiness flooded through every single
cell of his body, making him fell as if he was in seventh heaven. He looked at the
wondrous boy beneath him, and succumbed to the irresistible urge to bend down and gently
kiss him. “Oh…Duo…"
(Back To the Present.)
How long have I been without him? His smiles, his laughter, his grace, his
everything…His soft hair brushing across my face, the texture of his smooth, creamy
skin under my hands, the scent of his sweat on my skin, the soft kiss planted on my
forehead each morning as he woke me up… How long have I been without him??
( Flashback…)
"Hm…hm…."
Both bodies entwined together, tongues lashing out with each other.
"Hm… Heero….." Duo slanted his mouth to take more of what he was
offering as he reached for the hem of Heero's green tank top and tugged urgently. The kiss
was getting more and more fiery as Heero pushed his lover slowly to the bed, his hands had
crept inside the shirt... The violet-eyed boy tugged his tank top urgently again as his
tongue had slipped in for an exquisite taste of Heero.
Heero's heart lunge as the sensation of the rough texture of Duo's tongue squirming inside
his mouth, rubbing sensuously against his, making him gasp in surprise. Heero
couldn’t believe he was getting so hard just by that kiss... Suddenly, his beloved
broke off the passionate kiss, causing a painful anticlimax for Heero at that moment.
"Duo!" Heero cried out angrily, but not for long. Duo took off the tank top in
one fluid movement, his own black garments following moments later.
Heero hissed out the breath he was unconsciously holding. That skin….that
texture… Oh how he wanted to touch, to brand that skin as his own...Heero growled as
he went back to where they had left off. He zoomed in on Duo's torso and bathed it with
hot kisses, his tongue rushing to brand every inch of that flesh. He made it his mission
to mark it.
Duo smiled as Heero launched his 'attack', a mission he knew Heero would be delighted to
accomplish...
(Back To The Present)
/How has he been? What has he been doing? Does he has a new lover? Someone else to warm
his bed?/ he thought wryly to himself. It had been nine years now that he had left that
pair of violet eyes. Though he refused to admit to himself, he really missed that
laughter, the way those violet eyes twinkled whenever their owner tried to disturb him
during his work.
"Oh God....I am willing to try once more if you could give me the chance.... Just
this chance.... Let me be with my angel...
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A lone figure walked along the pavements of Quatrian, the capital of the L3 colony.
"So…he had a city named after him?" the figure murmured quietly to
himself.
The city itself was beautiful and innocent, just like him… How long since I've seen
them? How long… How long after his death?
*/Nine years…nine long years…/* A little voice reminded him.
He had no real idea why he had come to this colony, but he had a rough guess. He needed
companionship now that he had gone. Nine long years. He had finally put the dreams behind
him. He wanted a new lease of life, a dull and boring life without him… A life given
to him... but he could not bring himself to appreciate it…
“Trieze…” The name once again came into his mind. He sighed, long and
hollow. /What am I going to do without you by my side? I never thought you would mean so
much to me… Perhaps, it is indeed better if I have some companionship. I won’t
think so much…/
~ I want to see you so badly, so badly that I could forget to breathe….~
/Shit! Here it goes again…/ he swore softly under his breath.
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(In Quatre’s office...)
“No, not now... I have work to do!”
“Oh come on…just for me? Its been so long... ”
“Now its working hours, and so I have work to fini--"
"No... now its lunchtime... and I'm hungry.."
"No.... I have work to do..." Quatre watched his secretary locked the door and
was advancing towards him. " And I mean it!!”
“Please? Just for me… Besides, it would be rather… provocative and
heightens the pleasure, don’t you think?" Trowa whispered silkily into his
angel's ears.
Quatre giggled while he got up, wanting to unlock the door. "Nope. I am not going to
do this...."
“Ow… Don't you want to do it?” Trowa stopped the blond pilot by barring his
path.
“No! ...er..I mean yes but not now…”
Trowa looked at him with lidded eyes. "It’ll be fun! How long has it been since
we played?"
Quatre shook his head firmly. They had been busy with work for the past few years; he was
the Governor of L3 while Trowa worked as his secretary. They’d only had time for
quickies, and it was only recently that they had some time to themselves. But still, he
could not believe that Trowa had suggested it at the working place.
"Trowa... I'm working... There are too many things to do at the office and I have to
finish reading this petition. How about this, I'll listen to you when we get back,
okay?"
Trowa shook his head, " No....You will be busy doing your work... You are becoming
like Heero was back then.... Besides, Duo is at home..." He lowered his lips slowly
towards Quatre's nape before continuing, "And because he is there, You won't want to
do it then..." He ended with his lips touching Quatre's earlobe and bit it lightly,
almost teasingly, while his other hand went to pull Quatre's shirt out which was tucked
nicely inside the pants.
Quatre whimpered at the sensation coursing in his veins as Trowa kissed his nape. He
slumped onto Trowa's sturdy frame as if he had no strength in his body.
Trowa smiled wickedly; he knew the sensations he was creating for Quatre."Do you like
it?"
“No....” Quatre replied brokenly. He was still struggling with the raging urges
coursing through his body. He hated his reaction whenever Trowa turned the aggressor. More
so now that Trowa began his totally demanding onslaught, kissing his way down to the
neckline, using his tongue to nudge the collar. He waited in abated breath as he warily
felt for Trowa's next move.
"Trowa..." Quatre warned haltingly.. However, he knew he was losing....
Trowa knew it too. He began to journey downwards, unbuttoning Quatre's shirt with his
teeth, licking the ex-Sandrock pilot with his tongue.
"I... hate.... you..."
"I know..."
"Don't do it..."
"No way..."
"Please don't... Oh God!!"
Trowa grinned as he took one of Quatre's rose colored buds into his mouth. He knew
Quatre's every weak point. He began to systematically attack them.
"I .... really... hate you!"
"You won't..."
"I do..."
"Zzzz" The sound of Quatre's pants unzipping echoed in the office
"Really?"
"Yeah..."
"Would you hate me if I did this?" Trowa bent down and took Quatre's member into
his mouth.
"Allah...." Quatre hissed as he felt Trowa's heat enveloping him. His knees were
threatening to buckle as he felt himself turn to jelly.
He leaned backwards against the table while his fingers grabbed the edge tightly, till his
knuckles had turned white.
"Tro...I can't hold it any longer...." Quatre hissed as Trowa continued to
suckle mercilessly, making him oblivious to his surroundings except for the Heavyarm
pilot's ministrations.
"Trowa...TRowa... TROWA!!" Quatre cried out in ecstasy as he released his
spending into Trowa's mouth. Trowa smiled as he got up and looked at the exhausted Quatre.
"See.. that wasn't so bad, right?" He gently pushed Quatre down the table while
his hand had swept all the obstacles lying on the table. "NOW, its my
turn..."
His finger slithered around the waistband of Quatre's pants, "Hmmm....We can't let
this get in the way, can we?" He pushed Quatre's pants down while continuing with a
wicked gleam in his eye, "Let's go slow, shall we?"
"Tro..wa.. I ..hate..it.. when you are ..this.. wicked..." Quatre panted.
"Its only once in the blue moon..."
"...."
Trowa bent down to kiss his angel, attempting to suppress his hunger and passion. It had
been so long since they last kissed in this manner... "I miss you..."
On hearing the Trowa's admission, Quatre was taken aback. He gazed at the figure looming
above him. His heart softened as he, too, was reminded of the intimate times they had
during the war. Indeed, it had been a long time since then....
"I've missed you too....." Quatre whispered as he gave Trowa a loving glance.
His hands rose up to tug Trowa's fringe behind the ears. "Miss you so much.... Kiss
me like you've never kiss me before....."
Trowa obeyed his superior's commands and had bent down for another heartrending kiss.
"Quatre......."
"Hmmm...." Quatre reached deep into the deep recess of Trowa's mouth with his
tongue and Trowa greedily took what Quatre had offered.
/So long...... / Trowa thought dreamily to himself as he savoured Quatre's hot tongue and
the dark cavern where the tongue came from. The kiss had deepened into an intense,
passionate confession, with their tongues gently lashing at each other, each trying to get
a deeper feel and taste of each other's mouth.
After a while, they finally had broke apart for much needed air. They looked at each other
tenderly, thousands of words exchanged between them, silently communicating their love for
the other....
Trowa smiled, his hands gently tracing Quatre's manly features, "Your hair is all
messed up now..."
Quatre laughed, "Is that all you can say?"
"No...." Trowa's left forefinger gently caressed Quatre's upper lip, outlining
the swollen, blushing, thoroughly-kissed lip. He was nearing the entrance to Quatre's
mouth and Quatre on sudden inspiration, took it in.
"Quat--" Trowa halted as intense sensations whammed into his overloaded senses.
He felt Quatre's hot soft tongue swirling around his finger... He nearly buckled as Quatre
sucked lightly on his finger. Suddenly, a shrill noise broke into both passion filled
minds.
"RINGGGGGGGGGG"
"What the--" Trowa swore in frustration while Quatre got up from the desk
immediately.
"This is Mr. Winner's office... May I know who is speaking?" Trowa asked briskly
in a business tone. /This better be good... Damn it, because it hurts like hell!!/ 4
"Mr. Trowa?"
"Yes?"
"It's Rasid here.... I think you better come back immediately... Mr. Maxwell... he
erm...."
"What happened, Rasid?" Trowa felt a sudden chill running across his back. He
had a bad feeling about the news Rasid was about to give him. Ever since Duo had came to
live with them, they had asked Rasid to stay with them. Because of Duo's sickly
appearance, Quatre knew the ex-Shinagami pilot was seriously ill and since both of them
had to work, no one could really take care of the violent eyed man. With Rasid around,
Quatre was assured that Duo would be well taken care of.
"He had coughed out blood and--"
"I am on my way!!" he cried out before slamming the receiver down.
"What had happened?" Quatre asked in a concern voice when he saw Trowa's face
turned ashen white.
"Its Duo..."
"What about him?"
"He had coughed blood..." Trowa replied grimly as he walked towards the stand
where he had hung his overcoat.
"What?"
"He is ill......"
"Wh.... what?"
"Let's go...."
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4. Heh heh, aren't I mean to Trowa?? Leaving him in that condition??
(a bad puckie smiling evilly and rubbing his hands with glee)
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