Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Heart's Treason ❯ Chapter 4

Heart's Treason

By Llewlyn

Summary: Thrown in an OZ cell together, Zechs and Trowa fall in love. But before they realize it, they're torn apart.

Rating: PG-13 for chapters 1-4, NC-17 for a lemon in chapter 5 and lime in the epilogue.

"Noin, you have been my friend for years, and I am the same person. So do me a favor and stop babbling for one minute, please?" Zechs declared patiently, and Noin shut up. He smiled gently at her. "Thank you. Now, Trowa, is it? How are you? You do need to see a doctor. Perhaps… yes, Sally Po; I think she will do." He turned to the pilot of the transport. "Find Sally Po's location and take us to her. I don't care if she's in space, find her. That's an order." Turning back to Trowa, he smiled again. "Allow me to reintroduce myself, to both of you." He indicated Noin. "I am Milliardo Peacecraft, heir to the Sanc Kingdom. My sister is Relena Dorlian. I have been waiting for years to exact revenge upon the Alliance for massacring my family, and now that they have exiled me from their ranks, I am free to do so at last." Zechs/Milliardo paused. His voice had grown cold and hard at the memory of his murderous past, but when he spoke again, it was in a normal tone. "Why, Mr. Trowa, were you hiding your true identity from OZ? I do not think I have a brother…"

Trowa was inwardly debating with himself. If Zechs was indeed that annoying girl's brother, then he was really on their side and could be trusted. But Noin… she was a problem. He unconsciously glanced at her, and Zechs (Milliardo! Trowa thought to himself, he's really Milliardo…) caught the flicker of his eyes and correctly interpreted it.

"Noin will keep your secret, as will all those in here. Their loyalty lies with us."

Trowa nodded grimly. "I believe you." He paused, trying to think of a way of saying this. "I'm… I'm one of the Gundam pilots. I was infiltrating the base when some stupid little upstart decided I was taking what he deserved and framed me for treason." His face never changed. "I've been fighting against OZ the whole time, and now I need to get back to Heavyarms and start fighting again. I don't need to see a doctor. I can take care of myself."

Having said that, Trowa fell silent and stared at Milliardo as though daring him to argue. Which, of course, he did.

"Gundam pilot? You aren't the one I was fighting, were you?" Trowa was confused and it showed, his mask slipping slightly from the pain in his leg. "I guess not. Do you know who it was, or are you separate units?"

Trowa realized then who it was Milliardo was talking about. "Yes, I know who it is, and if you take me to where I ask, I will let him know you are looking for him."

"Do you not trust me, Trowa? You can tell me his name. After all, I have told you much about myself and asked little in return. Please, just let me know who I was fighting." His eyes pleaded, at least as well as ice can plead.

Trowa sighed resignedly. "His name is Heero Yuy. He is the one you were fighting, and he is the one your sister is following insanely. She must have a death wish or something. Now, please take me to France and let me go. I know you are on our side, more or less, but it is still not safe for you, me, or my fellow pilots for you to know where we are."

It was Zechs' (I can't see him as Milliardo Peacecraft… He will always be Zechs Merquise, Trowa thought) turn to sigh. "Fine. I will take you to France if you promise," his voice held a slight threat that boded ill for those who disobeyed, "promise, to take care of your leg." Trowa nodded and Zechs told the pilot to change his destination.

Noin, who had sat silent throughout the exchange, watched Zechs (she couldn't imagine her friend as the heir to the Sanc Kingdom either) behave as he'd never behaved before. He had never been this eager to find someone or take care of another person before. This was a new Zechs… one that seemed almost… Loving. Loving was the only word that came to mind. Zechs… her Zechs that she had loved from a distance for years without a hope of it being requited was in love with someone who didn't even seem to notice.

***

A few hours later, just when the silence in the transport was thickening to the point of painful, the group of pilots and soldiers arrived outside the small village of Lorraine [1].

Trowa had fallen asleep, the better to ignore the pain in his leg. When the transport landed, he was so far gone he didn't even stir. Noin moved to wake him up, but Zechs signaled her to stop. He would do it. It might be the last time he ever saw the boy, and that… he wouldn't think about that. Couldn't think about that. So he gently shook Trowa's shoulder, murmuring nothings in his ear. Soon, Trowa's eyelids flickered open and he saw Zechs leaning over him, much like the first time he had kissed Trowa. A tiny smile flitted across his lips, so small Zechs didn't see it.

"Wake up, Trowa. We're in France and it's time for you to go." Zechs had to use all his training to smooth out the slight quiver he felt building up. This… this was harder than he had ever imagined possible. Trowa nodded and sat up, shaking his head to clear the last wisps of sleep from his mind. Standing, he winced. He had forgotten his leg. Damn. Well, he'd survived worse and he could deal with this.

Trowa composed himself; he opened the door of the transport and climbed out, hiding any sign of pain that was caused by the impact. Not looking back, he began to walk from the vehicle. He couldn't give his thanks, because if he did, all the hurt he felt at leaving Zechs would come pouring out and he would start… well, in all honesty, he would start to cry. But Trowa only got a few feet before he felt a restraining hand on his shoulder.

He turned, grateful for the hair that covered part of his face- it shielded the tears from sight. He knew who stopped him… Zechs. A strong hand cupped his chin and tilted it up.

"Trowa… are you sure you have to go? Stay with me, we can fight OZ together." Anything to stop Trowa from leaving. Trowa looked down.

"I can't. They're waiting for me. I have to go." He tried (not very hard) to pull away, but Zechs was too strong for him and he was pulled back even closer. Trowa found himself flush against the Lightening Baron's body and he wrapped his arms around Zechs. He couldn't bring himself to let go.

"Trowa… I understand." Zechs lifted his chin again. "I understand." Searching Trowa's eyes for some answer, Zechs memorized the sight of the boy's face gazing up at him. He found what he was looking for and softly caught Trowa's lips in a kiss.

Instead of pushing him away, Trowa welcomed Zechs, opening his mouth to deepen the contact. Zechs' tongue slipped inside, tenderly dancing with Trowa's. Trowa leaned into Zechs, wanting to be like this forever. They stood like that for what seemed to them ages, kissing in a way they had dreamed of separately but never imagined could really happen. Now it was happening, and they dreaded the time they would have to part.

The time came too soon, and Trowa pulled away from Zechs. God, how he wanted to stay, go with Zechs, fight alongside him, share a life, a house, a bed, with him. But he couldn't. He had his own obligations- Catherine, the other pilots, finding himself.

"Goodbye, Zechs." He whispered it so only Zechs could hear, and turned and walked away, leaving the blonde standing alone beside the transport. When Zechs could no longer hear him, he murmured, "Gods, I love you so much."

***

Noin sat watching through the open door. The boy, Trowa… he did notice after all. And, though it hurt her to admit it, Zechs' love was in love with Zechs. She had faded from his prospects. The two men stood kissing passionately, gently, in the field beside the transport. When Trowa pulled away, Noin's heart lurched for them… She watched Trowa walk away, his shrinking form as despondent as could be. She saw Zechs, tall, proud, regal Zechs, become a normal human whose heart has just been broken.

Zechs watched Trowa's back fade in the distance and felt his heart and soul lurch after him. Once the figure had vanished in the horizon, he turned and walked back to the transport. Climbing in, he looked at Noin.

"Let's go home."

He didn't care where home was any more. Home was where Trowa was, and where he was painfully not.

[1] I have an insane fascination with Joan of Arc, also known as the Maid of Lorraine. Also, I think Paris is over-used.