Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / GetBackers Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Consequences of our past ❯ Chapter 09 ( Chapter 9 )

 

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Chapter 09

 

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“Kazuki.” A tall man with messy dark hair greeted, opening the front door.

 

“Hello, Shido.” The thread master smiled, “I'm sorry I'm so very late. I ran into our friend Quatre.”

 

“The empath!? Really… What is he doing in this part of the world?”

 

“He's on a mission.” The brunette looked serious, “Looking for the telekinetic.”

 

“He always did like to take on the impossible tasks.” The beast master smirked.

 

“Yes, but he always manages to turn them into the possible…”

 

“True.”

 

“Anyway, Shido… Why did you ask me to come here?” Kazuki asked, “You said it was important, and I feel bad for making you wait.”

 

“I don't mind.” His friend grinned, “However, there's someone in the other room that may feel differently.”

 

“Someone?”

 

“Kazu?” A smooth voice called from behind the young man.

 

“J-Juubei…?” Chocolate colored eyes turned to face his childhood friend, “You're here…?”

 

“I've been waiting for you, Kazuki.”

 

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Weary, Quatre unlocked his apartment door. Kicking it open, he stumbled in, wrestling with boxes that held all of his paperwork from both the Preventers and Winner Enterprises. “Rashid could have at least dropped them off here…instead of leaving them in the lobby and making me lug them up four flights of stairs!” He complained.

 

“Here, let me help you with that.”

 

“Trowa?” The blonde blinked as he watched his best friend take some of his load and bring it into the kitchen. “What are you doing here? I-I mean… I thought… How did you escape!? I've been looking everywhere for you! How did you find me?”

 

“Hush…” Trowa smirked, returning and locking the door behind the startled empath. “Does it matter? I'm here… and there's something I've wanted for a very, very long time…”

 

A swirl of emotions flitted through Quatre's senses too quickly to be identified, though they left a feeling of unease in the pit of the empath's stomach. Setting the rest of his work on the floor by the couch, the ex-pilot was caught off guard as arms circled his waist. “T-Trowa… What…”

 

“Ssshh… It's just us…” A gentle kiss on his neck, “Forget the worries of the day, forget the frustrations, forget everything except me…”

 

A quiet moan as the smaller teen tilted his head back, revealing more flesh for the banged boy to suckle. “Trowa… This… This isn't right…” Quatre blinked, squirming to get free, trying to get his bearings over his body's reactions. “This isn't like you…Let go.”

 

“Isn't like me?” The emerald-eyed boy sneered, pushing the other away from him causing the smaller teen to land harshly on the couch. “What do you know about me, Quatre? You haven't seen me in months!”

 

“Trowa?” Azure eyes glimmered with confusion in the other's odd behavior, “I think you should leave. There's something very wrong here…” The boy shook his head as he stood and walked to the door, “You have to go...”

 

The banged teen scoffed at his ex-partner, “I'm not going anywhere, Quatre.” He approached, with every grace of a predator stalking its prey, cutting off the empath's route to the door. “What's the matter? Didn't you miss me? We have a lot of time to make up for…” The ex-pilot licked his lips hungrily, “I'm going to make you scream.”

 

“I-I don't know who you are, but you're NOT the Trowa I know!” The smaller boy glared, backing away, “I-I'm warning you! D-Don't touch me.”

 

The banged teen paused to view the other boy's defensive posture as he cringed away. “Is this what the great leader of the famed Gundam Pilots is reduced to? Nothing left but a sniveling coward? I'm rather disappointed in you.”

 

Trowa attacked, lunging at the smaller pilot, who retaliated with a swift defensive move sending the other teen flying across the room, crashing into a glass bookshelf showering shattered shards everywhere. “I'll tell you again.” Quatre heaved, relaxing into a ready stance, “Do. Not. Touch. ME.”

 

“You want to play? Is that it?” The emerald-eyed boy snarled, attacking again. “Are you a match for me, Pretty Boy?”

 

Quatre blocked blow for blow, landing a kick or two of his own before the lightening reflexes of the taller pilot snatched his wrist. Upon skin to skin contact, a flood of agony, anger, denial, frustration, lust for blood, lust for pleasure, pain and terror raced through the new-type like an electrical current, too fast and too violent to block, wrenching a scream from the empath's throat as his legs and breath gave out.

 

That momentary lapse was enough for the predator to strike.

 

Trowa had him pinned on the floor so fast that the blonde's head spun making bile rise in his throat. Dazed, he barely registered the roaming hands that scaled his body, tearing at clothes and scratching skin. “T-Trowa…” He moaned, tears coming to his eyes, “W-why?”

 

The savage glaze retreated as gentle, saddened eyes glimmered down at him. Regret, love, desire, remorse, disgust, shame, love… This was his Trowa. Briefly, for a moment…

 

And then he was gone.

 

Quatre didn't see the fist that came viciously across his cheek, before it started pummeling into his gut. The onslaught left neither room for escape, nor breath for the cries of pain that stuck in his chest.

 

Finally, the hands of his love one wrapped around his throat.

 

Squeezing…

 

Crushing…

 

But he had no strength to fight.

 

Numbly, he watched as his attacker drew a knife from behind his back, bringing the point to press against the white skin of Quatre's chest.

 

Silent tears fell from the empath's eyes as Trowa carved out his sentence from flesh.

 

DIE

 

“Wu Fei…” Quatre whispered, darkness closing in, surrounding him, comforting him. “Help me…”

 

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Traffic from Quatre's apartment was crammed bumper to bumper, causing the already irate Chinese teen to be even more pissed off. With nothing to do, except wait for the non-moving flow of jammed cars, Wu Fei found himself pondering thoughts that he tried very hard to avoid.

 

Thoughts concerning a certain blonde partner that just confused the hell out of him… with that soft skin and gorgeous smile… kind heart… inner strength… frustrating stubbornness… sexy body… kissable … edible mouth… and that ass…

 

Chang groaned.

 

That wonderful, perfect ass in tight jeans…

 

It was becoming very uncomfortable in the suddenly warm vehicle… and even more difficult to breathe with every seemingly rising Fahrenheit degree…

 

“NO!” He swore, shaking his head to clear it. “He's not available. He loves Trowa. I need to get him out of my head!” Reaching over to turn on the A.C, Wu Fei moaned again, “Damn it… the car smells like him…”

 

Closing his eyes, he leaned against his steering wheel. Why of all people did he have to fall for him?

 

~Wu Fei…~

 

A sudden tightness in his chest followed by a cold chill shooting down his spine caused the Chinese teen to gasp, “Quatre…”

 

~Help me…~

 

There were no audible words.

No sounds other than his pounding heart.

But he knew.

He knew, without a doubt, that the empath was in trouble and was calling for him.

 

Grumbling under his breath, at the insane traffic, he searched for a way to turn the car around, “Hang in there… I'm coming!”

 

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To be continued…