Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / GetBackers Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Consequences of our past ❯ Chapter 04 ( Chapter 4 )

 

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Chapter Zero-Four

 

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The sound of the CEO's cell phone caused both pilots to pause, fists inches from the other's face. Blinking, Quatre smiled as he took out his phone, “Excuse me… Hello?”

 

/”It's not a smart thing to get into a fight with your partner.”/

 

The blonde frowned, “Who is this?”

 

/”I'm your new best friend.”/

 

“Why would I be friends with you?” The empath asked, his tone low and dangerous.

 

/”Careful… We don't want your partner to become suspicious. Laugh and smile to assure him it's alright.”/

 

“Why would I do that?” Quatre asked evenly.

 

/”Because… I have in my possession someone who is most dear to you.”/

 

There was a shuffle on the other end before a new voice came on the line, /”Quatre, listen to me-.”/

 

The first voice returned, /”Assure him everything is fine.”/

 

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Wu Fei watched as the pale teen's face was drained of its color. Something was seriously wrong to make the ex-gundam pilot react like that. Tentatively, he reached out and brushed his fingers against the smaller boy's thin shoulder. `What is it? ` He mouthed silently.

 

With a harsh swallow, the empath forced a shaky smile onto his face, “That wasn't very nice, Duo! You really had me going there for a minute! What can I do for you?”

 

Obsidian eyes narrowed. Quatre was not speaking with Maxwell. There was no trace of the excitement in hearing an old friend's voice for the first time in a while, nor was there the relaxed cadence of speech associated with a comrade or brother.

 

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/”You're not convincing enough, Mr. Winner.”/ The voice chastised, /”I trust you will come up with a reasonable explanation after we are finished with our conversation.”/

 

“How on earth did you find my number? We haven't spoken in ages!”

 

/”Better.”/

 

“Tell me what you've been up to.”

 

/”The mission you were given is not as it appears.”/

 

“Really?”

 

/”The people who hired the Preventers are liars and are not to be trusted.”/

 

“And you are?”

 

/”Let me put it this way… If I don't get what I want, you don't get what you want…”/

 

“I understand.”

 

/”We'll be in touch.”/ The voice said cryptically before the call ended abruptly and there was only silence from the other end.

 

Quatre slowly lowered his phone and stared at it. Things just got a whole hell of a lot more complicated.

 

“Winner?”

 

“I must be going, Chang.” The CEO muttered, “I'll meet you tomorrow morning so that we can come up with a plan of action.”

 

“You think you can just walk out on me!?” The Chinese boy shouted, his temper seemingly flaring once more.

 

“I'm saying that I have better things to do than nurse your ego.” The boy glared, before his eyes softened by unspoken worry, “Please, Wu Fei… Don't push me on this…” With that, the empath spun on his heel and fled to the elevator.

 

“Where does he think he's going?” Lady Une demanded, her arms crossed and her tone angry.

 

Stifling his worry, Wu Fei snapped, “How the hell should I know?” before heading to his office and slamming the door.

 

“Dear God!” Lady Une swore, “I hope those two grow up before they blow up!”

 

“They'll be fine.” Sally stated with certainty as she walked past.

 

“I hope you're right.” The commander sighed as she followed the doctor.

 

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As soon as he was safely inside the elevators, Quatre desperately tried to dial Trowa's number. “Please answer… Please…”

 

/”Trowa's not here right now…”/ A recorded voice that the blonde recognized as the banged boy's adoptive sister stated. /”Please leave a message and I'll nag him until he returns your call.”/

 

“Trowa, it's Quatre…” The blonde swallowed, “It is imperative that you return my call as soon as possible…”

 

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Within the solitude of his office, Wu Fei locked the door and sat on the floor. Taking a deep breath, he prepared to meditate in order to calm himself. He hadn't expected that seeing Quatre again would invoke such a strong reaction from him. His heart still fluttered with the first glimpse he had of his blonde leader.

 

The last few months had been good to the smaller boy. The amount of growth a single person could achieve in a limited amount of time was amazing. Quatre had become slightly taller and even more beautiful than the Chinese boy remembered. He carried the air of someone who was born to lead. An air that dared anyone to mess with him; and mess with him, Wu Fei had.

 

Ever since the war, the blonde pilot of Sandrock had tempted the oriental into thoughts that were… un-welcomed to say the least. Gentleness and grace underlined by a hidden strength gave Wu Fei much to admire, and a basis for deeper emotions. Emotions that he was ashamed of and had to keep hidden.

 

But how do you keep emotions hidden from an empath?

 

Wu Fei's solution? To make himself feel something stronger than admiration. Something quite the opposite.

 

So he taught himself to hate Quatre Raberba Winner. It became second nature to scoff at his astounding abilities and demean his outer beauty as feminine weakness. He picked fights and was cruel.

 

Yet, for all of his efforts, his true emotions always resurfaced. Wu Fei was frustrated that he couldn't control himself better. What good was it to have years of discipline if it cracked with a single glimpse of platinum blonde hair?

 

With a relaxing sigh, he pondered the strange phone call that Quatre had received. He knew it wasn't Duo because not only did the blonde not mention the mission, knowing that Maxwell and Yui were needed, but he didn't even ask about Hiiro.

 

“He'll tell me when he's ready.” Wu Fei concluded, standing with a stretch. Feeling calmer, he sat at his desk and started on a plan of action for their mission.

 

He couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his serious face with the idea of working besides the former 04.

 

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To be continued…