Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / GetBackers Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Consequences of our past ❯ Chapter 02 ( Chapter 2 )

A/N: Okay, incase some of you don't get this,

This chapter is a flashback

of Quatre's story to Duo.

Hopefully stating this in the beginning will halt some confusion.

T-T

Weissangel24

 

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Chapter Zero-Two

 

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“Mr. Winner-“

 

“Mr. Winner-“

 

“Can you spare a moment, Mr. Winner?”

 

The blonde sighed warily as he escaped into the seclusion of his office, daftly locking the door behind himself. Almost immediately, the phone on his desk began to ring. “Allah…” He rubbed his temples trying to ease his pounding head.

 

It had been five months since Trowa had gone back to the circus. He hadn't heard from his friend since he had left. It had been five months and Quatre was miserable from day one. He missed the tall boy's presence. The quiet reserve of companionship that the banged pilot offered had a gentle soothing aspect that the empath craved.

 

Now he was gone, and Quatre felt desperately alone.

 

“Mr. Winner…” His secretary's voice called over the intercom, cutting into the depressed teen's line of thought.

 

“Yes, Kimmie?” He finally acknowledged, leaving his spot against the door.

 

“Are you alright, Sir?” The girl asked, her concern tugging at the empath's heart. “I've been trying to get your attention for at least ten minutes…”

 

“I'm fine, Kimmie.” The young business executive sighed, leaning against his desk. “What is it?”

 

“There is a Commander Une? On line four. She insists that it is urgent.”

 

Curiosity piqued the former Gundam pilot, as he requested that the call be forwarded through, audio only. “Lady Une? To what do I owe the pleasure of your call?”

 

/”No pleasure at all, I'm afraid.”/ The former OZ colonel apologized. /”A serious threat has emerged and we need all five of you.”/

 

“…”

 

/”Chang is already here, and we can't get a hold of Yui or Maxwell. I expect you to leave as soon as we hang up.”/

 

“What about Trowa?” The empath wondered, a glimmer of hope sparking in his eyes at the prospect of seeing the banged boy again.

 

/”We are unable to get a hold of Barton, either.”/ Une explained, missing the crestfallen expression on the blonde's face. /”We were counting on you having a way to contact him.”/

 

“I haven't spoken with him in nearly six months…”

 

/“I'll put Noin on the task of locating the others. I'm emailing you the mission specs; you'll be partnered with Chang. Don't be late.”/ The woman ordered, abruptly cutting off the call.

 

Quatre sighed, hanging up the phone on his end. Lady Une, it appeared, was as stiff as ever. Bossing everyone around came naturally to the former OZ officer. “But I'm a civilian… I'm not even part of the Preventers…”

 

“So don't go.” A voice asked from the shadowed corner of the office.

 

The blonde's breath caught in his throat. He would know that voice anywhere. “T-Trowa…?”

 

“You work too much, Quatre.”

 

“You're really here…” The empath murmured as familiar warmth filled his heart. “Where did you go? You were gone for so long…”

 

“I told you when I left, back to the circus.” The banged boy deadpanned, stepping out of the shadows to stand before the overjoyed blonde.

 

“Trowa!” Quatre smiled, wrapping his arms around the taller boy in a welcoming hug. “I'm so glad you're back. I've missed you.”

 

“You could have called.” The teen smirked, returning the embrace, before catching the smaller teen's chin with his fingers and tilting it upward.

 

“T-Trowa?” The new-type's eyes sparkled with an array of emotions.

 

“So beautiful…” The emerald-eyed boy murmured, before leaning down and laying a fleeting kiss against pliant lips.

 

Stunned, Quatre didn't know what to think. “Y-You kissed me…”

 

“I did.” Trowa smiled, brushing his thumb across the smaller teen's cheek.

 

“B-but…. Why?”

 

“I realized something.” The banged boy said cryptically, turning from the blonde. “So what's the mission?”

 

“You're going?”

 

“The Lady did say she needed all of us.” Trowa shrugged, waiting for the boy to open his email. He frowned when the teen didn't move. “What is it?”

 

“Afterwards… You're just going to leave again, aren't you?”

 

“Quatre… Hiiro once told me to follow my emotions…” He lifted the boy's chin again, kissing him deeper this time, “My emotions lead me to you… No matter how many times I leave, or forget… they always lead me back to you…”

 

“Trowa…”

 

“Open your email.”

 

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“This is an outrage! An injustice! I refuse to be partnered with Him!” The Chinese boy ranted, his face turning red.

 

“Quit acting like a spoiled baby! What's your deal?” Sally glared, leaning back in her chair, “He's as capable as any of you!”

 

“I have my reasons! This is INJUSTICE!”

 

“I'm afraid it's not up for discussion.” Une deadpanned. “You have been paired up with Winner and you will work with him.”

 

Huffing, the teenager crossed his arms and slouched in his chair, sulking. “Damned onna think she can boss me…” He grumbled.

 

“What was that?” Une's eyes flashed with anger. “I suggest you change your attitude, Chang, or you'll find yourself in a heap-load of trouble.”

 

“Why is he being partnered with Quatre?” Noin asked, “I thought he'd be busy with Winner Enterprises.”

 

“You'll understand when we have the briefing.” The other woman shrugged.

 

“He's an hour late.” Wu Fei grumbled.

 

“My deepest apologies…” The blonde said, as he opened the door. “There was an unexpected situation I had to attend to before I could leave.”

 

“Likely excuse.” The Chinese boy huffed, refusing to meet the azure eyes.

 

“Asshole.” The Doctor glared, kicking at the teen's shin underneath the cover of the conference table. “Grow up!”

 

“OW!-DAMN ONNA!”

 

“It's alright, Sally.” Quatre shook his head, “Don't worry about it.”

 

“Weakling.”

 

“That's enough, Chang.” Une commanded. “Mr. Winner, please be seated so that we may start.”

 

Sighing, Quatre sat beside the irate Chinese pilot. “Please, begin.”

 

“Very well…” The strict woman nodded, before continuing with her briefing.

 

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“I remember that mission!” Duo interrupted his friend. “That royally sucked! You went head to head with some German Telepath, right?”

 

/“Hai… Schuldich…”/

 

Off screen, the other three pilots tensed at the name. Wu Fei especially looked murderous.

 

“I know he hurt `cha… played games with your head…” Duo pressed. “But what happened? What wasn't in the report?”

 

/“You're not going to leave this alone, are you!?”/

 

“Nope.”

 

The blonde sighed, /”You could ask Wu Fei.”/

 

“I'm asking you.” Duo said pointedly. “Don't change the subject. We've already gone over this and I'm not going around again.”

 

“Fine.” The blonde huffed, “But do we have to do this over the phone?'

 

“Yes.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Because it's convenient.”

 

The empath sighed, “I don't know why you're bothering… It's not like I'm worth it…”

 

“Don't talk like that, Quatre Rabarba Winner!” The braided boy snapped. “You are worth it! You are worth everything and I'm going to personally kick their asses for making you feel that way!”

 

“No, Duo…” Quatre shook his head, “I don't want you fighting them… especially over something as meaningless as me.”

 

Momentarily repressing the urge to chastise the depressed blonde again, Duo decided to get back to the subject. “So what happened on that mission?”

 

“It was hell.” The boy visibly shuddered. “Pure hell…”

 

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To be continued…