Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Duplicity ❯ Chapter 3
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By: Vinyl-Koneko 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Sci-fi / Fantasy / Cyberpunk / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.28.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 296 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Sci-fi / Fantasy / Cyberpunk / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.28.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 296 | Status: Completed
+Title: Duplicity - Part 4
+Author: Vinyl Koneko (Emily), roguegirl@att.net
+Rating: R
+Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5xM, 13x11, 6x9
+Warnings: AU, yaoi, cyberpunk, citrus-y goodness
+Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing at all. If you do own it, please don't sue because I'm not even in college yet and already I'm poor.
+Notes: *Emphasis*, [flashback], // lyrics //. This fic is the sequel to my story "Digital Bath", so definitely read that before jumping into this one.
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Maybe if I actually had felt threatened would I have taken measures to prevent anything that could have happened, but it didn't seem possible that Dekim's people could have access to anything important to help their cause. Only the doctors and the Specialists had access to the printers and the only real weapons left on Earth were in limited supply locked away in the museum.
Just to be certain, though, I talked to Trowa the next day.
"Hey, Tro, does your family have a history of mental illness or anything?" I was trying to be as tactful as possible. It was better than coming out and asking if he knew of and plotting to take over the world his grandfather had done.
"Not that I know of," he gave me a funny look, which is a lot for Trowa. "Why?"
I shrugged. "No reason. I just saw your grandfather the other day and he was asking me some really weird shit." Half a truth is different from a lie, ladies and gentlemen. Autographs after the show. "It's probably just senile old man talk. I know how the docs get." Pretending you know nothing when you really know lots of things is really hard when you can run off at the mouth the way I can. "You and Quatre have fun last night?"
He nodded, not acting like he was going to indulge in any more information. I think it has something to do with the fact that I can talk so much that to the quieter types I'm a bit overwhelming. How Heero manages to put up with my mouth I have no idea.
If Trowa didn't know enough to be helpful, I knew someone else who could probably give me a lot more.
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Treize's office was on the top floor of what used to be the server building. The whole purpose behind that was because it was the tallest building and he could see the whole city from his vantage point. It definitely had one hell of a view.
I pushed through the heavy oak doors, waving at the receptionist as I strode by. Treize was sitting at his desk up to his neck in paperwork, but it seemed like he enjoyed it. This was a man that wanted to grade papers for the rest of his life. I sat myself down, not bothering to wait for an invitation. I'd always been pretty comfortable around Treize. His demeanor demands respect and attention but he was also a good person. At least he was always nice to me.
"Treize can I ask you about your grandfather?"
He paused for a moment, seeming to hesitate between denial and acceptance. "What do you want to know?"
"How come he doesn't like Earth and wants everyone back in the LSOS?"
Treize crossed his arms over the desk, leaning forward on his forearms. "He doesn't realize that it was only temporary. He just knows that he would have died before the system. Dekim he feels as if he is unaffected by the indeterminable." His eyes narrowed in on me slightly. "Why do you ask?"
I shifted in my seat, wondering if I should be telling Treize or not but realizing it would do more good than harm. "He wanted me to go work for him. He said I could be the perfect agent or assassin. I didn't want to reverse what I had worked so hard for, so of course I turned him down. He just said that it wouldn't be the last I've heard of him and left."
"I'd be very careful if I were you, Duo. There's no doubt in my mind that he just needs the motive to find a way. There are other ways he could try to persuade you, especially by hurting the people around you."
"I just need to know, Treize, which side you're on: humanity's or your grandfather's."
Treize closed his eyes, fingers steeped together as he leaned back in his chair. "I will fight against Dekim for mankind if it comes down to that. You have my word." He opened his eyes again, gaze focused solely on mine. "I promised this world to my daughter, not the system."
I nodded, feeling much better all of a sudden. "Thank you."
"Anytime, Duo. You are welcome here."
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"Duo! Where have you been?"
Why Heero sounded like he was upset with me, I had no idea. "I was talking to Trowa and then I went to speak with Treize. Why?"
"Were you anywhere near Fourth and Main?"
Fourth and Main? I had to think about it. That was the intersection where they're building the civic center. People can't just walk by with all the construction going on. There's a detour just to walk down the street. "No, I wasn't anywhere near there. Why?" The door opened and shut quickly. Wufei had entered and he was holding a disk. "What's going on?"
"I got it," Wufei said quickly, "but it better not be my ass if anyone finds out."
"It won't be," Heero practically snapped back, pushing the disk inside its proper drive in his laptop. A media player popped up almost immediately, a still of a video file showing the construction site with none of the printers or overseers anywhere in sight. Heero tentatively grabbed the mouse, moving the cursor so it hovered over the play button before clicking. The video file started to play, and I couldn't believe my eyes.
The resolution of the recorder wasn't that great, but it was enough to tell what was going on. A figure dressed completely in black was going around, placing objects in the major supports of the framework. I recognized that they were bombs almost immediately; I played out the scenario quickly in my head. Those explosions triggered at the same time, judging from the size of the bombs, would be enough to level the building and force the construction team to start over from the beginning.
The figure was slowly getting closer to the camera, allowing more details to be visible with each bomb that was placed. The person was male from what I could tell, height and built seeming to match mine exactly. He spun around, waving jauntily at the camera before going back to work. I paused, rewinding the file in slow motion and pausing it again when I found what I was looking for. I knew it was impossible, but that was the only identifying mark I needed: a chestnut braid a little over a meter long.
"He-Heero? What the hell...?"
"Maxwell, what were you doing?" I winced at the barely concealed disgust in Wufei's voice. Heero's eyes were glued to the monitor.
"I... That wasn't me, I swear! C'mon, you guys, you have to believe me. What time was this recorded at? I can't tell you exactly where I was, and there will be others who can back it up."
"Approximately four hours ago," Heero's tone was flat. There was no way he could believe that I would do that, was there? I suddenly recalled what Dekim said about that not being the last he'd hear of me, and Treize warning me to be careful. It had to be a hoax. That just wasn't me. I would have remembered doing something like that.
"Four hours ago... We were in school watching that ass boring documentary on irrigation."
"You went to the bathroom," Heero supplied, "and didn't hurry back."
"Plenty of time to go down the street to the site, plant a couple explosives on the major supports, and be back before anyone complained." That's when I noticed Wufei had moved to stand between me and the door. I locked gazes with my lover. Heero's eyes were pleading, but what he wanted me to admit to - guilt or innocence - I couldn't tell.
"Did the bombs go off?" I asked, my mouth extremely dry.
"No," Heero offered. "They were found and deactivated once the team returned from their lunch break. No one was injured."
"It's just a coincidence. That wasn't me. I didn't really go to the bathroom; I went to the library instead. I read chapter nine in part three from Anthony Burgess's 'The Wanting Seed'. It's about a failing society... I can quote back exactly what I read. 'Tristram's new cell-mate was a massive Nigerian called Charlie Linklater. He was a friendly talkative man, with a mouth so large that it was a wonder he was able to attain any precision in his enunciation of the English vowel-sounds.' Zechs recommended it to me a while back. It's pretty funny in a depressing way." I was feeling frantic and I knew I was babbling, but there was no way they could believe I did this. I was going to give Heero the "if you love me" ultimatum, but I knew that wouldn't have been fair. "It wasn't me," I whispered.
"Duo," Heero crossed the space between us, cupping my face in his hand and pulling my gaze away from the carpeting and to his own. "I believe you, but that doesn't believe that everybody else will. It might just be a coincidence, but if someone is trying to frame you, make sure you're with someone who can account for your presence from now on, okay?" I graciously accepted the chaste kiss he planted on my forehead. "You need to be careful, love."
"I will be," I promised, mentally searching out a plan that would end the campaign of Dekim Barton. "I just got second shot at life; I'm not going to let some jerk-off try to control me."
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End Part 4
+Author: Vinyl Koneko (Emily), roguegirl@att.net
+Rating: R
+Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5xM, 13x11, 6x9
+Warnings: AU, yaoi, cyberpunk, citrus-y goodness
+Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing at all. If you do own it, please don't sue because I'm not even in college yet and already I'm poor.
+Notes: *Emphasis*, [flashback], // lyrics //. This fic is the sequel to my story "Digital Bath", so definitely read that before jumping into this one.
*~**~*
Maybe if I actually had felt threatened would I have taken measures to prevent anything that could have happened, but it didn't seem possible that Dekim's people could have access to anything important to help their cause. Only the doctors and the Specialists had access to the printers and the only real weapons left on Earth were in limited supply locked away in the museum.
Just to be certain, though, I talked to Trowa the next day.
"Hey, Tro, does your family have a history of mental illness or anything?" I was trying to be as tactful as possible. It was better than coming out and asking if he knew of and plotting to take over the world his grandfather had done.
"Not that I know of," he gave me a funny look, which is a lot for Trowa. "Why?"
I shrugged. "No reason. I just saw your grandfather the other day and he was asking me some really weird shit." Half a truth is different from a lie, ladies and gentlemen. Autographs after the show. "It's probably just senile old man talk. I know how the docs get." Pretending you know nothing when you really know lots of things is really hard when you can run off at the mouth the way I can. "You and Quatre have fun last night?"
He nodded, not acting like he was going to indulge in any more information. I think it has something to do with the fact that I can talk so much that to the quieter types I'm a bit overwhelming. How Heero manages to put up with my mouth I have no idea.
If Trowa didn't know enough to be helpful, I knew someone else who could probably give me a lot more.
*~**~*
Treize's office was on the top floor of what used to be the server building. The whole purpose behind that was because it was the tallest building and he could see the whole city from his vantage point. It definitely had one hell of a view.
I pushed through the heavy oak doors, waving at the receptionist as I strode by. Treize was sitting at his desk up to his neck in paperwork, but it seemed like he enjoyed it. This was a man that wanted to grade papers for the rest of his life. I sat myself down, not bothering to wait for an invitation. I'd always been pretty comfortable around Treize. His demeanor demands respect and attention but he was also a good person. At least he was always nice to me.
"Treize can I ask you about your grandfather?"
He paused for a moment, seeming to hesitate between denial and acceptance. "What do you want to know?"
"How come he doesn't like Earth and wants everyone back in the LSOS?"
Treize crossed his arms over the desk, leaning forward on his forearms. "He doesn't realize that it was only temporary. He just knows that he would have died before the system. Dekim he feels as if he is unaffected by the indeterminable." His eyes narrowed in on me slightly. "Why do you ask?"
I shifted in my seat, wondering if I should be telling Treize or not but realizing it would do more good than harm. "He wanted me to go work for him. He said I could be the perfect agent or assassin. I didn't want to reverse what I had worked so hard for, so of course I turned him down. He just said that it wouldn't be the last I've heard of him and left."
"I'd be very careful if I were you, Duo. There's no doubt in my mind that he just needs the motive to find a way. There are other ways he could try to persuade you, especially by hurting the people around you."
"I just need to know, Treize, which side you're on: humanity's or your grandfather's."
Treize closed his eyes, fingers steeped together as he leaned back in his chair. "I will fight against Dekim for mankind if it comes down to that. You have my word." He opened his eyes again, gaze focused solely on mine. "I promised this world to my daughter, not the system."
I nodded, feeling much better all of a sudden. "Thank you."
"Anytime, Duo. You are welcome here."
*~**~*
"Duo! Where have you been?"
Why Heero sounded like he was upset with me, I had no idea. "I was talking to Trowa and then I went to speak with Treize. Why?"
"Were you anywhere near Fourth and Main?"
Fourth and Main? I had to think about it. That was the intersection where they're building the civic center. People can't just walk by with all the construction going on. There's a detour just to walk down the street. "No, I wasn't anywhere near there. Why?" The door opened and shut quickly. Wufei had entered and he was holding a disk. "What's going on?"
"I got it," Wufei said quickly, "but it better not be my ass if anyone finds out."
"It won't be," Heero practically snapped back, pushing the disk inside its proper drive in his laptop. A media player popped up almost immediately, a still of a video file showing the construction site with none of the printers or overseers anywhere in sight. Heero tentatively grabbed the mouse, moving the cursor so it hovered over the play button before clicking. The video file started to play, and I couldn't believe my eyes.
The resolution of the recorder wasn't that great, but it was enough to tell what was going on. A figure dressed completely in black was going around, placing objects in the major supports of the framework. I recognized that they were bombs almost immediately; I played out the scenario quickly in my head. Those explosions triggered at the same time, judging from the size of the bombs, would be enough to level the building and force the construction team to start over from the beginning.
The figure was slowly getting closer to the camera, allowing more details to be visible with each bomb that was placed. The person was male from what I could tell, height and built seeming to match mine exactly. He spun around, waving jauntily at the camera before going back to work. I paused, rewinding the file in slow motion and pausing it again when I found what I was looking for. I knew it was impossible, but that was the only identifying mark I needed: a chestnut braid a little over a meter long.
"He-Heero? What the hell...?"
"Maxwell, what were you doing?" I winced at the barely concealed disgust in Wufei's voice. Heero's eyes were glued to the monitor.
"I... That wasn't me, I swear! C'mon, you guys, you have to believe me. What time was this recorded at? I can't tell you exactly where I was, and there will be others who can back it up."
"Approximately four hours ago," Heero's tone was flat. There was no way he could believe that I would do that, was there? I suddenly recalled what Dekim said about that not being the last he'd hear of me, and Treize warning me to be careful. It had to be a hoax. That just wasn't me. I would have remembered doing something like that.
"Four hours ago... We were in school watching that ass boring documentary on irrigation."
"You went to the bathroom," Heero supplied, "and didn't hurry back."
"Plenty of time to go down the street to the site, plant a couple explosives on the major supports, and be back before anyone complained." That's when I noticed Wufei had moved to stand between me and the door. I locked gazes with my lover. Heero's eyes were pleading, but what he wanted me to admit to - guilt or innocence - I couldn't tell.
"Did the bombs go off?" I asked, my mouth extremely dry.
"No," Heero offered. "They were found and deactivated once the team returned from their lunch break. No one was injured."
"It's just a coincidence. That wasn't me. I didn't really go to the bathroom; I went to the library instead. I read chapter nine in part three from Anthony Burgess's 'The Wanting Seed'. It's about a failing society... I can quote back exactly what I read. 'Tristram's new cell-mate was a massive Nigerian called Charlie Linklater. He was a friendly talkative man, with a mouth so large that it was a wonder he was able to attain any precision in his enunciation of the English vowel-sounds.' Zechs recommended it to me a while back. It's pretty funny in a depressing way." I was feeling frantic and I knew I was babbling, but there was no way they could believe I did this. I was going to give Heero the "if you love me" ultimatum, but I knew that wouldn't have been fair. "It wasn't me," I whispered.
"Duo," Heero crossed the space between us, cupping my face in his hand and pulling my gaze away from the carpeting and to his own. "I believe you, but that doesn't believe that everybody else will. It might just be a coincidence, but if someone is trying to frame you, make sure you're with someone who can account for your presence from now on, okay?" I graciously accepted the chaste kiss he planted on my forehead. "You need to be careful, love."
"I will be," I promised, mentally searching out a plan that would end the campaign of Dekim Barton. "I just got second shot at life; I'm not going to let some jerk-off try to control me."
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End Part 4