Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Angels and Demons ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

 

This fic is starting to slow its pace… sigh… my computer's got a stupid virus and all my internet connections are going haywire. Anyway, I hope this next chapter speeds things up a bit. Surprising events happen, but please don't hit me! It's all needed for the development of the fic!

 

I hope you like it.

 

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Oh. My. GOD! Were the only three words running through Quatre Raberba Winner's head. They jumbled themselves up, the went fast, they went slow, they went backwards, they went forwards; but as Quatre read Trowa's file, which Rashid and Sally managed to dig up, those were the only three words running through his head.

 

“He's a damned SPANISH PRINCE?!” he practically yelled at Sally and Rashid who were standing in front of him. They shrugged nevertheless, quite uneasy at their' employer's rare anger. “`Third in line of the crown, Triton Bloom adapted the name Trowa Barton when he left the palace walls to search for “greater fulfillment in life” he says. Accompanied by his pet panther, Azhah, and his Japanese bodyguard, Heero Yuy, he traveled the world in search of this “greater fulfillment in life”. Last heard, he had resided in Tokyo, working for the Tokyo Zoo as a lion tamer and over-all trainer. Upon returning to Spain, he will be expected to fulfill his duties in court. Unlike his eldest brother, however, he will not be required to marry if he does not wish to, nor will he be expected to run the country'” Quatre quoted from a Spanish newspaper, “And just how did I manage not to know about this? Damn, I've been mingling with royalty my whole life and I didn't even know?” he buried his head in his arms.

 

“It's not your fault, Master Quatre. The Kingdom of Spain had been keeping this under tight wraps. Even this article hadn't been published. As far as anyone knows, the prince is still in Spain” Rashid comforted.

 

“Maybe you just hadn't recognized him…?” Sally suggested, “Maybe you did meet him before, however, back then he still sported a spiked-up do, while now he has that… bang…” she bit her lip when Quatre glared at her.

 

“Grr… I can't believe I fell for that lying twit…” he growled, voice slightly muffled. Sally's lips quirked up when Quatre inadvertently admitted liking Trowa; besides, a little spice up in their lives wouldn't hurt now would it? I bet you, they'd get through the ordeal stronger than ever (yuck… mushiness… forgiveness?).

 

“Mr. Winner, a call from you on line two” the secretary buzzed in. Quatre lifted his head and picked up the receiver.

 

“Hello?” he asked in a slightly less than professional voice. A moment's pause; then… “… Don't you DARE talk to me you lying, two-faced, uni-banged IDIOT!” he suddenly yelled in his most menacing voice, startling Sally and Rashid. “I never ever want to hear from you again. Good-BYE, your highness!” he shouted before slamming the receiver onto its cradle. “The nerve!” Quatre sighed and buried his face in his arms again. Sally and Rashid glanced at each other.

 

“Maybe you should go home for today, Master Quatre” Rashid suggested.

 

“I agree with Rashid, Quatre” Sally nodded. Quatre looked up at them and sighed.

 

“Am I making such a big deal out of this?” he asked pathetically. Sally couldn't help but grin apologetically and nod a `yes'. “I can't help it… I don't bode well with deceit and lies” he sighed again. “I guess you're right… Maybe u should go home…” he started to stand…

 

…then didn't…

 

He fell back on the carpeted floor behind his desk.

 

“MASTER QUATRE!”

 

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“Will he be alright?” Rashid asked, truly concerned for his employer and friend. They had thought his black outs had stopped ever since Sally brought him to that night club; however, the pause only served to fuel the black outs and when they came back, they were in full power. Quatre had been asleep for two nights.

 

“Yeah, he's just too tired, that's all. Despite going out more frequently, he still has the same, if not, more workload. I think, because, he crammed everything into such little time so that he could go out afterwards, he stressed himself out too much. Those iron pills I supplied him don't seem to be doing their work…” Sally sighed, “Plus finding about Trowa was a big shock and all…” A soft know resounded against the door. Rashid moved to answer it. A second later, a familiar face entered the doors.

 

“Mr. Khushrenada, how nice of you to visit” Sally greeted, standing up and dipping her head in a small bow. Treize set the bouquet of white roses he was holding, down on the bedside table.

 

“Do you mind if I speak to him alone?” Treize asked after acknowledging the doctor's presence.

 

“Of course” Sally nodded and, together with Rashid, left the room. Treize took the seat, which Sally was previously occupying, and ran the back of his hand against Quatre' pale cheek.

 

“Baka… what have you been doing to this body?” he muttered. He placed a hand on Quatre's forehead and closed his eyes; a moment later, as if by magic, Quatre's cheeks took on a rosy hue. “Quatre, you aren't doing your job properly; you're too busy flirting with Duo and Trowa” he scolded softly, “When you wake up, please start working properly. I expected more from you…” Quatre's silent form didn't respond. Treize leaned forward and pressed his lips to Quatre's.

 

“Wake up, Remliel” he then whispered.

 

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Quatre woke up to the pleasantly smiling face of Treize Khushrenada, who apparently visited when he heard, from Quatre's secretary, that the president was out sick. When Treize left later that day, he had to put up with Sally's hassle and fuss and Rashid's over protectiveness. Finally, and thankfully, he had the night to himself to think and reflect. He slipped out of his bedclothes and pulled on his bathrobe; what better way to relax than to take a long warm bath.

 

He didn't bother waking up Yumi, seeing that it was nearly two o clock in the morning. He could get to it himself, anyway; it wasn't as if he was physically incapacitated or anything like that. He started heading to the bathroom when he heard a soft thump. Immediately, he dashed for the nearest light switch and flipped it on, illuminating the invader.

 

“Heero?” he asked, incredulously. What could Duo's boyfriend possibly be doing here? Especially considering he had just dumped the bodyguard's charge and bestfriend.

 

“Quatre, we need to talk…” Heero said, moving toward the angel; but Quatre stepped back, out of his reach.

 

“Talk about what?” he asked, though perfectly aware of the topic they were to discuss.

 

“Trowa.” Bingo!

 

“There's nothing to talk about. He lied to me and I hate him. Period” Quatre turned his back to the blue-eyed boy, “Now, if you'll just shut the door after you've stepped out, I—“ he wasn't able to finish his sentence because Heero pulled his arm and jerked the blonde around to face him.

 

“Hear me out first. You wouldn't hear him out” he pleaded rather stoically; an interesting feat. Before Quatre could reply, Heero started. “Trowa has been plagued by admirers all his life; people who admired his status, admired his position, admired his power, admired his wealth, his name, his family, his looks, everything! The only reason people loved him was because of those qualities, the superficial ones.” Sensing Quatre wasn't going to bolt, Heero loosened his grip and moved to hold Quatre's hand. “He couldn't take the hypocrisy of it all, so he left the palace and changed his name, status and even his looks. His family was very understanding, so they helped him by covering up for him; they even pleaded with the press to keep from divulging the secret.

 

“So, with just a couple of dollars in our pockets, we, Trowa, Azhah and I, traveled around a few countries before settling down, two years ago, here in Japan, my homeland. We made our home here and went out to live for ourselves. You could imagine how hard it was for Trowa; he was used to the finer things in life. However, he was happier than he ever had been. He got a job at the Zoo with Catherine Bloom, who, funnily, had the same last name. He `adopted' her as his older sister and she's been helping us out ever since.

 

“Now, even though Trowa was as happy as he ever will be, you'd notice, from my story, there's still something missing. Ever since we left the palace, he has never been romantically involved with anybody. He tried a couple of relationships, but they were over before they even began. He could never fulfill that part of his life… until he met you.” Quatre didn't know whether to be touched by Heero's statement, or to be shocked by the amount of words coming out of the stoic Japanese's mouth. His eyes strayed to watch the red lips open and close in time with his voice.

 

“You were… are everything to him. Kind, sweet, naïve, but nonetheless, the most adorable person we've ever laid eyes on. But, even more than that, you didn't seem to care who he was or how much he earned, even after he told you that made up story of coming from a poor family and all that; usually, at that point, other people would bolt. So, acting on gut instinct, he decided to let you on, a bit more, to his secret; he sent you those flowers and introduced you to Azhah. Azhah took a liking to you, so he took that as a positive sign. He was about to tell you the next day, but then you found out about it…” Heero finished. Quatre was mesmerized; but then, when he realized Heero was no longer talking, a certain phrase sunk in.

 

“Wait… rewind a bit… `the most adorable person we've ever laid eyes on'?” he asked. Heero thought for a moment then blushed. Oh, God, did he say that?

 

“Uhm… y… yeah, actually” he tried to say nonchalantly.

 

“What about Duo?”

 

“Well, Duo's exciting to be around with, he's fun… and, damn, he's fine” Heero replied, almost to himself. Quatre blinked. “But I don't think he's the kind of person to settle down with… I don't really understand him… At times, I think he's serious; then sometimes, he's just fooling around. I love him, but, damn… I don't know where I stand.” Heero looked at his hand, which was still clutching Quatre's, then to the angel's eyes. “You, however… Trowa's lucky to have gotten to you first, otherwise I wouldn't think twice.”

 

“Hold up…! Do you mean I'm predictable? Or maybe was it wife-material? Are you saying that I'm Duo's opposite? That I'm not fun, not exciting, not `fine'?!” Quatre pulled his hand away.

 

“That's not what I meant…” Heero sweatdropped when Quatre had ignored every other word he said.

 

“So what did you mean?”

 

“This…” Heero leant closer and took Quatre's lips into his own, kissing the other softly. Quatre frowned, recalled Heero's words, realized what the Japanese said, became shocked and then found himself responding, all in one smooth move. When they parted, Quatre moved his fingers to run over his swollen lips and Heero looked inquisitively into Quatre's aquamarine orbs. Simultaneously, they dove back into the slight space between them to seal the remaining distance between their lips. Heero tried to pin Quatre against a nearby was but only managed to succeed in pushing him through the bathroom door. They ended up making out hotly underneath the shower after Heero had pushed him all the way over.

 

Hands ran under clothes, slipping them off, as tongues danced heatedly over each other. What was once an innocent conversation had soon turned into a full-blown make-out session, complete with flying clothes and sweaty bodies. Heero pulled Quatre up so that the blonde could wrap his legs around the bodyguard's lithe waist, giving better access to the much needed entry point. When oxygen became a must, they pulled apart their lips so that Heero could whisper:

 

“You did say you wanted a Slow and Comfortable Screw Against the Wall with a Kis.”

 

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Okay, I won't finish the chapter. It might become an NC-17 fic. Use your imaginations. Did it suck too bad? I really hope not. Reviews are welcome as always! Hopefully, I'd finish the fic in no more than five chapters more. Congratulate me, this is my longest fic ever! =)