Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Eyes Cold As Death ❯ Thirteen ( Chapter 13 )

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Eyes Cold As Death

Chapter 13--A Piece of the Puzzle

"FUCK!" A disc crashed against the wall, its shattered pieces raining down on the soft carpet. Duo reached to pick up another disc that was resting on the cluttered table next to his elbow. "GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING BITCH!" His fingers wrapped around another disc and he jerked his arm up to throw it too against the wall but his wrist was caught in a firm grip.

"Duo, enough." Heero's voice mimicked his grip on Duo. "Destroying those discs won't help us any." Duo dropped the disc, but his anger didn't subside.

"She's a fucking prick!" Duo glared at Heero who watched him with concerned eyes. Duo searched for the anger he wanted to see. "Aren't you fucking pissed? She fucking kept the goddamn files of Quatre's fucking torture." Heero's eyes hardened and his grip tightened just slightly.

"Of course I'm pissed. I've already planned out dozens of ways to kill her. Most of them are slow and painful." Heero grinned, a frightening grin that froze the anger in Duo's throat. "Very painful." Heero shook his head to snap out of his reverie. "But, drowning in my anger isn't going to help me get through all of this. We need to know everything she has planned, down to the fucking dotted "I"s." Duo crossed his arms and glared futilly at Heero. He wanted to take his fury out on something, preferably Jezebel, but he couldn't. He was stuck in a little room in Heero's apartment with Heero looking through all of the hardcopies and softcopies they had taken from Jezebel's office. The pile of discs gleamed mockingly on the table and Duo didn't try to resist as he angrily swept his arm across the table, sweeping the discs to the floor with a loud clatter. Duo pushed himself to his feet and raked a hand harshly back through his hair.

"I can't keep my rage inside like you can, Heero. I'm going to the fucking shooting range. I'll send 'Fei to help." Duo took a couple steps to the door and sighed in defeat. He spoke without turning to face Heero. "I can't help this, Heero. She took him away. I blamed myself. She didn't just ruin Quatre's life; she ruined all five of our lives. . .and more. She's conspiring to ruin millions of lives. I can't live with that, and I can't keep it bottled up inside like you can." He turned to glance over his shoulder at Heero who had remained cross-legged on the floor. Heero wasn't looking at him; he was slowly fingering a disc, turning it over and over again in his hands as if it would tell him all of the answers. "I'll be okay, I just need to get this out of my system before I can work again." He paused, gazing at Heero. "I'm not disappearing." Heero looked up at that and Duo could see the relief in his eyes. That relief hit Duo full on and he sank to his knees and sat back, pulling his knees to his chest. The anger ran out of him like a deflating balloon. He could feel the tears gathering in his eyes and he tried to blink them away, but his eyes stung too much and the tears slipped down his cheeks anyway.

"I'm so scared, Heero. How could all of this happen under our own noses? How could we let this happen?" Heero crawled over to him and wrapped his arms around his shoulders.

"I'm afraid too, Duo. I'm upset, too. I can see the signs now that I look back, but its true when they say that hindsight is 20/20." Duo forced a thin smile.

"I just want to go back to the way things were before. Before all of this shit happened." Heero gave him an unreadable look. Heero's hand cupped his cheek.

"You want to go back? You want to go back before Wufei and Sally got together? You want to go back before Trowa and Quatre got together? You want to go back before you and I got together?" Duo looked up at Heero and quickly shook his head.

"No! That's not it at all. I just wish that we all didn't have to go through all of that shit to get to where we are now. I wish that. . ." Duo's voice broke and Heero pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

"I understand what you mean. But it's useless to wish for things that can't be undone. Wish for the future, Duo, not the past. Don't regret what happened, you'll only get yourself stuck in the past. If you want to wish for something, wish for our continued happiness. Wish for Quatre's happiness. Wish for a smooth end to this whole mess. Wish for many drunken nights with Quatre that are still yet to come."

"When did you get so smart, Heero?" Heero shrugged.

"I don't know. Maybe when I fell for a certain man." Duo playfully punched Heero in the chest.

"Why didn't you tell me there was another!" Heero laughed and hugged Duo close.

"Yeah, Joe and I. We're real close." Duo laughed and let himself fall into Heero's embrace. Things would be okay. And Heero was right, he should be wishing for the future, not the past. Duo smiled. He would wish for Jezebel's slow death. When he was finished with her, there would be nothing left for jail.

"Just save some lovin' for me."

"It's a deal."

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Wufei opened the door and ushered Sally into the dark apartment. She hugged herself as Wufei carefully shut the door. Moonlight filtered in through gauze covered windows. Arms slipped around her waist, pulling her gently back against the warm body of her lover. Wufei's lips brushed the curve of her ear.

"Love you." She melted into his strong embrace sighing as his arms tightened around her.

"I love you too, 'Fei." She could feel him smile against her temple, and the soft prickling of his whiskers scraped gently across her skin as he moved his head to breathe deeply of her scent. She shivered as he nibbled on her neck. She let out a soft laugh and turned out of his embrace. She dropped a quick kiss to his cheek before moving further into their home. "I was looking at some of the information that we retrieved from Jezebel's office after I sent Quatre home, and I found something interesting." Wufei raised an eyebrow as he reached under a lampshade to turn the lamp on. He straightened up and glided between the in-table and the couch to sit down. He patted the cushion beside him in invitation.

"What was that?" Sally lowered herself beside Wufei and drew her feet onto the couch beside her. She pulled off her shoes and began absently rubbing her feet as she leaned against Wufei.

"The emblem. Its been bothering me." Wufei snaked an arm around her shoulders. "I've always been interested in history, and I remember that emblem." She paused, rethinking what she was about to say. But in reality, there was no good way to say it. Either way, she'd sound like a superstitious idiot. Wufei's fingers began stroking her hair. "Its wrong. The emblem, its wrong." She watched as Wufei's eyebrows drew together and his face clouded. She felt her heart begin to sink as she feared that he thought she was an idiot. Noin had been skeptical when she had mentioned it earlier and she was still stinging from the disappointment.

"What's wrong about it?" Sally searched Wufei's eyes for a moment before deigning to answer. Satisfied with the sincerity she found in his eyes--the sincerity she knew deep down in her heart that she would find--she answered.

"The head of the Eagle. It's facing the wrong way." Wufei's eyes drifted into nowhere as he thought about her information.

"Show me." Sally stood up and approached the laptop that she had left by the door. She bent down to pull it out of her case before moving back to her spot on the couch. She set the computer on her lap before starting it up. While waiting for the machine to boot up, Wufei took the opportunity to nibble on her ear. She shrugged her shoulder in a half-hearted effort to get him to stop. He stopped nibbling on her ear when the computer had finished starting up and he began kissing her neck. She shook her head and brought up the correct file. The emblem of the United States of America flared on the screen. It was dated 2002 CE. Sally pointed at various parts of the picture.

"See the shield? It has thirteen stripes to represent the original thirteen colonies. It's unsupported. That stands for the fact that the US stands alone, that it doesn't need anyone to protect it. See the arrows clutched in the eagle's talon? They number thirteen as well and stand for the fact that the US is not afraid to defend itself if need be. See the laurel branch in the eagle's other talon? Thirteen leaves, and thirteen berries. The laurel branch stands for peace. The eagle's head is facing toward the laurel branch. It signifies that the US always prefers peace over war." Sally pressed a button on her computer and a new window popped up. It was of the same picture. . .almost. She pointed to the talons first. "Fifty arrows signifying fifty states. Thirteen leaves and berries on the laurel branch. And the most significant change. . ." She pointed to the eagle's head. It was facing the arrows. "It's definitely the emblem of the US, but in a different time. They were in a time of war." Wufei had stopped kissing her when the second picture had been brought up and now he was leaning forward, staring intently at the screen.

"Its dated 2004 CE." He turned to look at her. "You mean that the emblem changed in two years?" Sally nodded slowly.

"I'm still trying to find more information on the US during this time. I think, though, that there was a war going on at this time." It was her turn to look at Wufei. "It was a war on Terrorism." Wufei pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Isn't that interesting." He shook his head. "They're terrorists." Sally shook her head.

"I don't think so. If they were terrorists, they wouldn't be using the US emblem, they'd be using something else."

"But the US--"

"Weren't the terrorists." Sally cut him off. "They were the terrorized." Wufei seemed to understand as he softly 'ah'ed under his breath.

"So they changed their emblem. . .but why? What was wrong with their original emblem?" Sally shrugged and shut the computer down.

"That's what I have to find out. I'll talk to Duo and Heero tomorrow to see if they've found anything of interest. I think that this is a key piece, though. This is important." Wufei nodded his agreement and slipped his hands onto her shoulders. He pressed his thumbs into her shoulders and began kneading the knots out of her back.

"I think," he whispered in her ear, "that you have hit onto something important. But, I think that you should continue tomorrow. For tonight. . ." she moaned as he licked her earlobe, "you need to relax." She nodded and melted into the massage. "In fact," another lick, "I think we ought to take this to the other room." She didn't respond as he picked her up and carried her into their bedroom.

"Remind me of how much I love you, Wufei." He grinned at her as he laid her reverently on the bed.

"Enough to marry me." She sighed as his fingers found their way under her shirt.

"Oh yeah. I remember now." She reached for Wufei's belt, struggling with pleasure numbed fingers to loosen the binding leather as Wufei pushed her shirt off of her shoulders. She moaned as his mouth covered her breast. His tongue licked at her nipple sending small sparks of pleasure down her spine. "Wufei. . ." He looked up at her, smiling around her flesh. His hands trailed down her sides, hooking into the material of her trousers. She arched her hips as her clothing was pulled off of her. She pushed Wufei's loosened pants over his hips, and he impatiently shoved them off, kicking them across the room. She laughed as he ripped his shirt over his head and fell to his elbows on either side of her. She arched her back, rubbing as much of her bare body against him, and he slowly sank until he was resting fully on top of her.

"I love you, Sally." He kissed her forehead.

"I love you, Wufei." He brushed his fingers down her chest, circling her nipple before stroking down her thigh. She spread her legs, allowing him to settle more comfortably between her thighs. He rested his cheek in his hand and watched her as his fingers began to torment her. "God." She sighed as his fingers slid slowly into her. Her legs fell apart even more as his fingers began to stroke her from the inside. He always did this to her, and she still didn't understand why. He always melted her with the slightest touch as though she was butter and he was heat. He kissed her shoulder, his eyes never leaving her face. His fingers slipped out of her so he could cup her, his palm touching her most intimate parts. She rocked her hips slightly, feeling herself catch on his palm. She watched Wufei's mouth stretch into a smile at her moans. She trailed her fingers down Wufei's defined back from where they had been resting at the back of his neck. His eyes drooped a little as she spread her hands over his butt, enjoying the tightness there. She rocked her hips again, this time with more aggressiveness, hoping that Wufei understood. Normally, she was one for savoring the sexual act, making sure that each course had been thoroughly enjoyed. Their lovemaking lasted for hours, and it was never less than extraordinary. But, with all of the cumulating stress over the last couple weeks, all she needed and wanted right now was to have Wufei pounding into her as hard and as fast as he could. Yes, the sex would still be loving, but damn, she needed some stress relief! She ground herself into Wufei roughly, using her grip on his ass to pull him closer. She arched up so she could lick and nibble his ear.

"I want you. . ." she panted, ". . .in me. . .hard." She pulled him into her jerking hips to emphasize her words. "Fuck me, Wufei, fuck me until I can't be fucked anymore." During this, his breath had gone short, coming out in quick, gasping puffs, a staccato counterpoint to her words. He responded immediately, removing his hand to ram himself into her. She gasped as his powerful thrust moved her across the bed. She couldn't help her increasing vocalizations as her moans and gasps became wordless pleas and inarticulate phrases. She reached above her head to grasp at some sort of support as Wufei pounded into her better than she could have ever imagined. Her head slowly slipped over the bed, finally halting their motion across the bed. She grasped his hips in her hand as he anchored his hands beside her hips. She couldn't support her head anymore as he continued to thrust heavily inside her. Quickly becoming overwhelmed with passion, she shakily raised her other hand to her forehead, slowly wiping back the wet hair that had plastered itself to her skin. She rocked with every thrust, his strength indisputable. Her cries escalated with Wufei's erratic thrusts before her body tensed up, muscles pulling her into an arch as she cried Wufei's name. She floated back to the bed where she was still being rocked by Wufei's increasingly erratic thrusts, as his mumbled moans became vocal. He grasped her shoulder to anchor himself as he slammed into her. She was too limp to respond as she tried in vain to lift her hips to meet each thrust. He reared back, dropping his head, readying himself to slam once more into her. She mustered up the strength to meet his final thrust, collapsing to the bed as he held himself completely inside her, pulsating as quickly as his desperate gasps for air. She reached up; wrapping her arms around his neck as she gently guided him down. He blinked at her as he relaxed on top of her. He fingered a lock of her hair.

"Wow." She giggled softly as she trailed her fingers along the length of his back. They basked in the aftermath, silent except for their recovering breath. "We should get cleaned up."

"Mmm hmm." She was too tired to formulate words. Wufei sluggishly pulled himself off of her. She let her arms fall to the bed.

"Be right back." She closed her eyes, not even bothering to fight the sleep that was wrapping around her. She felt a warm towel gently clean her and she purred as a kiss was placed lovingly on her forehead. "I love you." Wufei whispered into her cooling skin.

"Love you, too." She murmured quietly. She felt Wufei pick her up and rearrange her in the bed, pulling the covers over her. There was nothing for a few moments and she started to drift off. The last thing she remembered was Wufei slipping into bed behind her and wrapping his arms around her.

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Jezebel let herself into her apartment; the uneasy feeling from after lunch trailing behind her and saturating everything she came into contact with. She shut the door and leaned her forehead against it, letting her bag fall gracelessly to the ground. There had been something different when she had returned from lunch, but everything had appeared to be in order. The passwords and barriers on her computer hadn't been touched, and all of her hardcopy had remained in their complex piles at random over her desk. It didn't make sense; her paranoia must be getting the best of her.

She turned, stooping to pick up her discarded bag, and slowly made her way into the darkened apartment, kicking her shoes off and settling on the couch. She leaned over the arm of the couch to turn the light on and reached into her bag to pull out one of the all-consuming piles of hardcopy she kept for reference. This particular pile was the transcript of the orders that had been given to her by the UN and Bush all of those years ago. She didn't know what had gone wrong, but something had, resulting in her and her teams' frozen sleep for over two centuries. Even she couldn't figure out how long they had been asleep, since nothing verified the corresponding year in the Common Era when the change to After Colony happened.

She shook her head at the pages in her hand. It didn't matter how much time had passed. A friendly face had not been there to awaken her and her team, so therefore, the President's orders were to remain intact. . .search out and destroy, by any means possible, the current government. Hussein's influence will not be allowed to remain.

She narrowed her eyes at the page in concentration. She hadn't been able to get much information out of that pilot that they had had in possession of a few years back, so she was still waltzing around blind. But it didn't really matter, in all of her research, she hadn't found any mention of a United States, instead, she had found this so-called World Nation. That had been unacceptable, especially since there had been no message left for her. No one to wake them up, no message waiting for her. There had been nothing. The scenario that the President had cautioned her of. She would carry out her orders, and she would not fail.

She would not fail.