Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Angels and Demons ❯ Chapter 10 ( Chapter 10 )

 

Okay, so as you might have noticed, I no longer update the `author's notes' section and simply put my thoughts here. Can you blame me if I'm lazy? Hehe :p anyway, as usual, I hope this next chapter suits your interests.

 

BTW, I noticed a lot of people asking me about the true pairings of this fic. Well, I originally decided that it would begin and stay a 1x2, 3x4 fic with a lot of other pairings in between, but these two would be the main pairings from beginning to end.

 

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“If you say so, Luce” Duo drawled out languorously while sauntering toward the penthouse entrance and out the double doors without so much as a backwards glance. He had other plans, and delaying them would prove to have disastrous effects to his love life. Zechs and Quatre exchanged glances; no way could anyone persuade the hardheaded demon so easily. They knew he was up to something; and, though Zechs was startled, as long as the ex-cherub kept away from Quatre, it was none of his business.

 

“Ooookay…” he simply said, an elegant eyebrow arched, before turning to Quatre. “Anyway, Remliel, though I'd love to stay and chat—well, more than chat… I have to be getting back. I unfortunately left my poor dragon alone; Treize had to run off to Europe for a business meeting.”

 

“Lucifer?” Quatre called as the devil started to walk away. Zechs swiveled arund to entertain him, but even that didn't deter him from walking backwards to the door. “I know you know where he is. Tell me” Quatre pleaded. Zechs shrugged.

 

“If God wanted you to know where he is, he would've done by now. It's not my place to interfere with his business. I'm already in enough trouble as it is.” Quatre looked crestfallen, so Zechs relented… a bit. “I will give you a small hint though Sally's connections will help you greatly.” With that, he was gone, leaving Quatre to contemplate his words.

 

“Sally? What could she have to do with this?” he wondered out loud. A momentary noise startled him from his musings.

 

“Quatre” Heero called, practically running to the president, “What happened?” he asked apprehensively. Quatre frowned and wondered if Lucifer's lightning storm hadn't managed to wipe out Heero's memory; Heero was, after all, involved in Heaven and Hell's quarrel. But then, his question was answered when Heero added: “I saw Duo coming toward us, Trowa and I. We were headed here to meet up with you; Trowa was hoping he could speak with you. But then Duo came and he dragged Trowa off without an explanation, without even bothering to acknowledge me and without any intention of listening to Trowa's protests. I tried to follow but when they got around a corner, they disappeared! What's happening?”

 

Quatre's day just got a whole lot more complicated. He looked at Heero helplessly, worry evident on his features; then offered Heero a seat and poured the both of them a strong drink.

 

After a moment's pause of sipping drinks “Duo knows… He somehow found out…”

 

“WHAT?!” Heero screamed, jumping up and dropping his glass on the carpet. I winced as the blue absinthe stained the beige carpet, but then I had more pressing problems. “HOW?!”

 

“I don't know---“

 

“Did you tell him?!”

 

“What the f--hell! I DIDN'T! How could you say such a thing?!” Quatre yelled back. That got Heero to quiet down because, no matter what event occurred, he knew Duo was Quatre's friend, too; and Quatre didn't seem like the type who would intentionally hurt his friends. Heero knew he wasn't the type.

 

“So how did he find out?”

 

“He guessed?”

 

“OH MY GOD!” they suddenly realized at the same time. No more words came after that as both Heero and Quatre dashed out of the room and the building. They stood at the entrance for a long moment, deciding where to go; where in the entire city could they find just two men? Heero opted to head to Duo's apartment, but Quatre knew the devil better. They were probably in some dingy motel somewhere; it was one of Duo's favorite places to do dirty deeds. Quatre suspected he would seduce Trowa into doing it to get back at both him and Heero.

 

“Oh god…” he moaned, when the realization swept over him. Heero looked at him concernedly.

 

“What?” he asked, just as Quatre's cellphone started blaring. Quatre didn't even bother to check who was calling as he hurriedly said into the receiver “I'll get back to you.” As soon as he put it down, it started ringing again. “Oh for fuck's sake! Who is it?” Heero asked, grabbing the phone and looking into the screen. His blue eyes widened and he answered it. “Treize?” Quatre turned to the Japanese man and frowned in wonder. Why would Treize be calling? “It's for you” the Japanese said, holding the phone out for Quatre.

 

“Hello?” Quatre asked hesitantly.

 

“Remliel, listen to me; this is very important” Treize's voice came out dead serious. Quatre was in a state of shock; Treize knew who he was?! “Take Heero to the nearest alley you can find. When you do, be sure no one can see you, then fly up with him as high as you possibly can, it is imperative that you are hidden in the clouds. As soon as you are, wait for me there. Go, now!” Then the phone went dead. Quatre stared at it for a long, long while before Heero asked:

 

“What did he say?” Quatre looked up at him, put his phone away and pulled Heero to duck into the nearest alleyway he could find, just as Treize had directed. Treize knew who he really was and he needed answers; Duo and Trowa could wait. “Quatre! What did he say?”

 

“Just keep quiet” Quatre directed, placing his palm over Heero's lips.

 

Despite the pressing situation they were in…

 

Despite the overall strange behavior Quatre had taken…

 

Despite the fact that he was cheating on his boyfriend… again…

 

Heero kissed the pale palm.

 

It got a small smile out of Quatre, and for that, Heero was happy. He took the palm off his lips and pressed something else to them: Quatre's mouth. For a moment, Quatre melted against the other man, completely forgetting all the important matters that were jumbled around his head.

 

Then as soon as Heero's lips left him, they came back, barreling him down like a ten-wheeler truck.

 

“Oh God…” he moaned, yet again. He covered his face with his hands and leaned against Heero's chest. Heero, meanwhile, wrapped his arms around the smaller form and hugged him tight, offering comfort. After a few seconds, Quatre looked up at him. “We've got to stop this…” he whispered, so softly that it took all of Heero's training as a bodyguard to read the lips and hear the words. He took Quatre's hands into his and kissed the fingertips. Only the light smacks of the kisses to the blonde's fingers penetrated the silence of the alleyway. After the tenth, Quatre whispered again: “I didn't think I did after I found out… I hate being fooled… I didn't think I did, but now I know…”

 

“Shhh…” Heero whispered back, planting small kisses all over Quatre's face and practically ignoring the angel's words, but Quatre continued on.

 

“I love him, Heero. I really do love Trowa…”

 

That stopped the blitz of kisses.

 

“You do?” Heero asked, looking deep into Quatre's pools of blue. Quatre's “Yes” came and went but no training Heero underwent could have helped him hear the reply. Nontheless, he understood it.

 

“Besides… You love Duo, right? You told me yourself” the WEI president pointed out, hoping that he could soften the guilt of… well, not `dumping' dumping… but dumping Heero; not that there was anything between them to begin with. Heero's eyes softened and he affirmed the statement. “I know you think you don't understand Duo and you can't predict him and you don't know where you stand and all that… but I think that that's one of Duo's better qualities” Quatre started “From what I perceive of you, you're so very predictable and your life is routined. But between protecting Trowa and programming computers, I think you need a little more excitement to spice up your life… Duo's just perfect for you… He's exactly what you need.”

 

“Quatre…”

 

“What do you need me for? To add to your night job? Another V.I.P. to protect?” Quatre asked.

 

“Quatre…”

 

“I know what you want from Duo is a long-term commitment, and he doesn't seem the type that wants one, but give him a chance… you're the kind of person he needs: someone to control his random outbursts, to tie down his aggressive lifestyle, to build a foundation for the long-term commitments he can never seem to hold down. I know he needs you as much you need him” the chattering blonde finally ended his tirade.

 

“Are you done now?” Heero asked, seeing that Quatre would open his mouth no more. Quatre nodded unsurely. “Good. Let me speak” he smiled a bit teasingly. Quatre bit his lip sheepishly. “Before Trowa invited me to join him in going to your office, I was actually planning to tell you myself that I needed us to end this `coz I needed Duo back. Then, as we were walking down here, Duo came and dragged Trowa away without so much as looking at me. That made me get all flustered—“

 

“Wait!” Quatre interrupted, “You? You got flustered!?” He started to laugh, earning him Heero's patented Death Glareâ„¢.

 

“Haha, funny. Yes, I, too, am human and get nervous and flustered and all that… As I was saying, I got flustered `coz I got this bad feeling that he didn't want me anymore. So, when I couldn't find them, I went to you `coz you might have an idea where they went. After that, I just forgot to tell you what I was supposed to.” They gazed at each other for a moment more.

 

“So it stops here…?” Quatre asked. Heero nodded. Quatre then stepped back and held his hand out to shake; the bodyguard shook his head, took the hand, pulled the president closer and gave him one last deep and searing kiss. A loooooooong two minutes later, they pulled away, breathing deeply.

 

“Shall we go look for them?” Heero asked. Quatre shook his head.

 

“We're going to meet Treize first. I'm afraid this is far more pressing than our personal issues. You don't mind do you? You're needed there,” he explained. Heero shrugged. “Close your eyes” Quatre said softly, bringing his hand to cover the cobalt depths. Heero obeyed willingly. As soon as his eyes closed, Quatre released his wings from their confinement and got ready to fly. He cloaked them both in white smoke and started his ascent. Heero peeked at the blonde and nearly fell off. Immediately, his arms wound around Quatre's neck.

 

“We're flying!” he gaped. Quatre smiled reassuringly. Then Heero caught sight of the huge flapping wings.

 

“You're an angel?!” he guessed with a gasp. Quatre shrugged.

 

“I have an important assignment here on Earth” he offered as an explanation.

 

“Oh, shit… And I'm an atheist!” Heero practically wailed. Quatre ignored him and continued their ascent. Finally, they settled themselves inside a large cumulus cloud. Heero knew that at this altitude, it should be freezing cold. However, as Quatre's arms found their way around his waist, Heero felt heat radiating off the angel. He wondered just how much more other miracles this being could do.

 

“Been waiting long?” someone asked. They could make out Treize's figure floating towards them from the distance. Unlike Quatre, however, he didn't have a set of four wings. In fact, he had none at all. Even Quatre was baffled, but for different reasons. Treize neared. “Hello, Quatre” he greetd, “Heero.” They nodded in reply, but both were distracted.

 

“Who are you?” Quatre suddenly asked. Both men turned to him, a notable smile on Treize's face.

 

“Remy… so naïve…” he chuckled, caressing Quatre's cheek, “And I thought you would've found out by now.” Quatre looked confused. Heero, however, well… Treize leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Quatre's lips. Heero nearly fell. But amid trying to save himself from certain death by plunging to the ground and gaping at the blatant display of affection between the two philanthropists, he found himself asking:

 

“What's going on here?” Quatre looked even more stunned, after they had broken apart; his aquamarine eyes were glazed over in, seemingly, recognition. Treize laid his hand on Heero's shoulder and instructed Quatre to let go. The too-stunned-for-words angel did as commanded and Heero got ready to scream. Yes, he was a stoic bastard, but plummeting to the ground from an altitude thousands of miles up merited a shrill shriek. However, he found himself… standing on thin air.

 

“Just walk normally” Treize suggested. Heero took a few experimental steps.

 

“Shit, this is getting weirder…” he muttered. Quatre concentrated his gaze at Treize, trying to figure out the mystery behind the man.

 

“Need another tip?” Treize asked teasingly. Quatre shook his head.

 

“I tried calling you lots of times before... I knew Treize from the moment I took over the Winner business… WHY ON EARTH DID YOU NEVER TELL ME?!” he demanded loudly.

 

“Tell you what?” Treize asked, semi-innocently and playing dumb. Heero looked interested when he had stopped walking around like an spellbound child. Quatre nearly tore his hair out.

 

“That you`re GOD!!!”

 

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Surprise? Surprise? Hehe. :) Did you like it? Reviews are welcome.

 

About the atheist comment, I don't have anything against atheists, I even want to become an atheist myself (don't ask), so I hope you don't take it personally :) arigatou!

 

BTW, although I said that this would remain a 1x2, 3x4 fic, suggestions otherwise are always welcome! Review now, or forever hold your peace. :)

 

Power to the reviewer! :)