Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Gundam X-Win ❯ 04 ( Chapter 4 )

Gundam X-Win

04

By Devon Masterson

"He said his name was Duo Maxwell?" Quatre asked thoughtfully as he did pull-ups in the gym.

Trowa nodded. "I am more interested in how he got onto the estate property," he replied. "I went over the security tape from the last couple of hours and nothing."

"Strange," Quatre commented as he settled into his chair and wiped his face with his towel. His physical therapist recommended a rigorous regimen of upper-body exercise to increase his mobility in getting around. He was also supposed to have someone work his legs for him to help prevent atrophy, but that was his telepathy was used for. "You think he is with OZ?"

"I am not completely sure, he seemed genuinely impressed by us like some sort of fan," he answered.

"Perhaps I should use Zero to seek him out," Quatre suggested. He rested the towel around his neck and they left the room.

"How are the exercises helping you?" he asked they go into the elevator. He punched a code into the keypad and the doors shut.

"My arms and abs are in the best shape of their lives," he joked.

"Tre…"

"Trowa, there's nothing you could have done," Quatre interjected cutting him off at the pass. "My powers have been activated every since I was born, I should have known with onset of adulthood that they would change as well. I'm just glad for Sally and her research on Muir Island, at least I know now why I can't walk."

"It's not right," Trowa replied, "all of the things you still have to accomplish."

"I'm not dead, Trowa," Quatre commented. "I can still do everything I planned. I just have to do it from a wheelchair. I still have feeling in my legs I just can't use them." He had only been confined to his chair for a year and the subject was still sensitive. They both had their hang-ups. His powers made it so that he could not walk and Trowa's only allowed him to see with the aid of ruby quartz glasses. "And all my plumbing still works," he added to break the tension.

Trowa snickered at the innuendo. "I'm sure Cathy would be interested in that information."

Quatre smiled as the doors opened and they exited. "She's fines me attractive but I'm too much of a Boy Scout for her. I think she and Heero will end up together."

"You were reading her mind again?" Trowa accused.

Mediterranean eyes widened in innocence. "I was doing a mental exercise and she just happened to come in the room."

Trowa shook his head. "You are a brat, Tre," he teased as they stood in front of the room where the Zero System was housed.

"Maybe sometimes," Quatre smiled then placed his hand on the identification pad. A laser swept across his face and a green light came on.

"Quatre Xavier Winner," a computerized voice identified. "Please present vocal identification."

"Today is Wednesday," he replied.

"Vocal identification is correct," the computer said as the doors opened. "Welcome, Quatre, today is Thursday."

"At least I'll always know what day it is," he commented as they walked inside. Trowa stood by the door as it closed behind them. Quatre moved toward the panel and put on the head set. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on the mind of Duo Maxwell.

His mind's eyes opened as he walked through what seemed to be a fog. He looked around curiously trying to place his surroundings when everything started to mist into place as the fog rolled out. A flash of light surrounded him as he suddenly found himself in a cage with a blanket over it. He grabbed the bars out of instinct and gasped inwardly at his hands. He only had three fingers and his skin was blue.

Blue arms suddenly circled him and pulled him close. "Don't worry," a voice comforted. "When the time is right we'll use our powers and get away and they won't catch us this time. I heard we're going to New York and they have a lot of people there. It'll be too hard for them to find us and they don't know about our powers so they won't know how we got out this time." She hugged her brother tightly to her. "They'll never hurt us again."

Quatre pulled away without knowing why. He seemed to be following a particular pattern that he had no control over her. "He's dreaming about the past," he realized as his new body continued on automatically. "How do we know that this won't happen again with someone else?" he asked

"I won't allow it," she replied. "We're almost thirteen now. They can't hold us forever, there has to a better life out there."

"For you," he argued. "You can change."

Victoria looked down for a second. "I will take care of you. We will find away. We are not animals and I refuse for us to be whores for those people."

A frightened flash crossed his mind of the two of them being dragged from their cages by drunk circus men after good show or just to satisfy their 'stress' when things were not so good. Their first time took so much from both of them especially Duo as he also witnessed his sister being violated during his own defilement. He nearly teleported and took her with him, but she knew what he was thinking and told him not to. It would ruin their plans and he knew she was right. Where they were they could not hide. The flash ended and he gripped the bars in anger.

One thing those people did not count on was him. As he approached manhood, he was getting stronger and more agile. He would be able to fight all of them soon. They would never touch him or Victoria again, especially her. He could take it, but he could see how it destroyed her when they violated her. "You realize that Treize is just doing the same thing, except we were in a bigger cage?"

"My god! They've been put through so much." The shock of the first person trauma dazed him so much that he did not realize that Duo awoke from the nightmare and was walking about.

"I have enough of this discussion, Duo, and you do well not to speak against Mr. Treize. He saved us," she argued.

"I'm just looking out for you," Duo replied trying to calm her down.

Amber eyes narrowed into slits. "I can take care of myself. I've taking care of you and me by myself all of our lives."

Identical amber eyes widened in hurt and anger. "Then consider me one less thing you have to worry about…Mystique," he replied before disappearing in a thin column of sulfur dust.

Victoria balled her fist. She had gone too far. "He just needs some time alone."

"Lady Une," the audio of the vid phone replied. Victoria's shape shifted into the public image she created for herself and she hit the video function. "Yes."

"His Excellency is on line one."

"Put him through," she replied. The secretary nodded then was replaced by the features of her lover and superior. "Excellency."

Trieze nodded. "I need your assistance with matter in our London office that needs a lady's touch."

She smiled despite how horrible she felt inside. Work and Treize would take her mind off the problem with Duo. "I will be there as soon as possible."

"I will have you debriefed on the situation on the way there," he replied, "it could take sometime even with your skills."

Catching his meaning, she sighed inwardly. The two of them had never been far from each other before. Duo would be fine he had his modulator and he was skilled. He would not be caught by ignorants so easily now and if he were there would be hell to pay when she came back. "He's nineteen years old he does not need me hovering around him like a mother hen. I am fully confident in his survival abilities."

"Then I inform me as soon as you get to London," Treize replied, "my lady."

Victoria blushed then nodded as the transmission ended. She would patch things up with Duo when he cooled off she would surely be back by then.

xxxx

Duo appeared in the middle of a field. He was tired of everything; the treatment of his sister, Treize's arrogant attitude, and being helpless. That was the reason why he found the underground activities of some of the Winner Foundation executives so liberating. They seemed to be like him, but he still wanted to check them over. He learned the lesson that appearances can be deceiving many years ago.

He was so angry at what happened between him and Victoria. He just wanted to destroy something to let the anger out. He dropped to his knees and was about to scream his anger out when he felt someone else, like he was being watched more intimate. Duo ducked down cautiously as though he was ready to pounce. He shifted the dial on his modulator and he disappeared from the sight of anyone watching him as light around started to bend. Now that he was invisible he would gain some sort of advantage over the voyeur. He crept around cautiously still feeling the eerie presence of someone but not knowing where they were. He then started as he realized what was going on.

Quatre opened his eyes and pulled the headset off. "I was discovered," Quatre replied to Trowa as they left the room and entered the elevator. "He is exceptionally perceptive one of the traits he hone out necessity. He has been through so much pain and seen so much treachery and I only touch a small part of his mind since he was sleeping."

"Why would sleeping stop you?"

"During REM sleep much of the recesses of the brain are inaccessible, I would have to force my way inside instead of just observe," Quatre replied. He looked disgusted as he explained. "I would never do that, the trauma it would cause would be like physical rape, but with mental scarring."

Trowa wrinkled his nose in disgust as well as they stepped off the elevator. "Scratch that idea then," he replied. "Did you at least find anything out…" His sentence trailed as he smelled a hint of sulfur. He stood in front of Quatre protectively as he looked around which got him a laugh. His head turned towards the hallway threshold in front of them. The guy they saw from before was crouched on portion of the wall that connected with the ceiling above the archway looking at them.

"I understand you want to check me out and all, but can't a guy mope around in private these days?" he asked good-naturedly as he dropped to his feet. "If you want to know something, ask me. I never lie so you won't have to worry about that, but I don't appreciate you going into my mind, capisce?"

Quatre nodded. "Fair enough."

"Cool," he replied. "Since we're going to be friends and all do you mind of I crash here for awhile?"

"No, you can't," Trowa answered.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I know I'm cute and all, but I won't steal your boyfriend," he replied.

Trowa and Quatre both blushed. "We're not…" they said unison.

"I was just trying to get a rise out of you," he snickered just as Heero and the others walked into the room. "Ooh more friends! So, Q-man, are you going to tell them about us or do I?"

AN: Yes, I changed Quatre's middle name.

©2002 Devon Masterson

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