Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ How Could You? ❯ Chapter 1
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By: natascha 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.12.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 446 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.12.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 446 | Status: Completed
~Trowa's POV~
"How could you?!?"
Heero was greeted by Quatre's outraged statement when he entered the kitchen. We all stared at him with accusing eyes. Stoic as usual, Heero barely blinked. He simply sat down. "Well, it was rather easy actually."
Quatre gasped. Wufei muttered, "The INJUSTICE!"
"Of course there's justice in it....think of the peace." Heero responded in his normal monotone.
Quatre choked back a sob and buried his head in my shoulder. Heero gave him a faintly disgusted look. Wufei stood suddenly, knocking over his chair, and stormed out of the kitchen with his hands clenched into fists. The faint sound of the front door slamming echoed back. I tried to keep my gaze level as I stroked Quatre's hair to soothe him. Yes, I don't dare regard Heero with anything other than the most level of the looks, especially considering the chain of events that led us here.
~flashback~
It really was a fairly nice little house. Well, fairly nice unless you've been trapped in it for three weeks straight with four other
people. Especially if one of those people were Duo. He wasn't too bad at first, probably because he'd been just as tired as the rest of us. Then he'd gotten bored.
Duo bouncing from pilot to pilot looking for entertainment had been bad enough, but we'd coped. It had turned into a kind of game. Who can get rid of Duo faster AND direct his next bounce to a specific target. But we tired of the game fairly quickly, unfortunately not as quickly as Duo. When he realized how he'd been manipulated, it got worse, though we hadn't thought it could. Duo throwing a fit from a mixture of boredom and frustration is not an experience I'd wish on anyone.
Heero was the one who managed to stop it, with his typical dead-pan threats. He'd calmly said, "Omae o korosu," then promptly grabbed Duo by his braid and dragged him into the bedroom they were sharing. Some of the sounds that came through the closed door had been a little suspicious, but we were all too relieved to have Duo contained to go investigate.
Silence fell, then Heero had come back, sat down and picked up the manual he'd been reading, all without a word. The quiet was so wonderful we didn't ask. It was only by the next afternoon that we realized it had been quiet far too long. It was Quatre who got worried first. He put down his book with a quiet sigh, glancing toward the back of the house with a small frown puckering his forehead. I lowered my magazine, "What is it, little one?"
"I was just thinking about Duo. He's been quiet for too long."
Wufei snorted without looking up from his own book. "Not long enough."
Quatre's frown deepened. "We give him such a hard time for being noisy that we tend to forget he's just a naturally exuberant person. I wonder what Heero did to him..."
"Maybe he finally made good on his promise." Wufei smirked.
I frowned at Wufei as Quatre blanched. "He wouldn't, would he? I mean, we need Duo. He's a good pilot."
I patted Quatre's hand. "I'm sure he's fine. Let's go check on him, shall we?"
So we had gotten up and trooped to the room. The door was shut, the room beyond silent. Quatre tapped lightly on the door. "Duo?"
No response, so I opened the door and both of us froze at the sight. The room was clearly divided down the center. On Heero's side every pin was in place, the bed made with military precision, the laptop perfectly aligned with the edge of the desk. I muttered, "I knew he was anal retentive, but this is ridiculous."
I heard Quatre's gasp, but thought it was merely shock at the comment until I followed his gaze. Duo's side of the room was a wreck. This didn't surprise me. It was Duo after all. But Quatre looked upset. "What's wrong?"
"Duo isn't a slob." Quatre started examining Duo's side of the room. He took my silence as a cue to continue, "I've roomed with Duo before. He's generally neat and tidy. He grew up with so little that he takes very good care of his things now."
"Hn." A new revelation. Duo is more complex than I thought. I look at the disarray now with a different eye and can clearly trace the signs of a struggle. I began to feel Quatre's worry. What had Heero done? And where was Duo now?
"Trowa..." Quatre was kneeling down beside the window. I crossed to him and touched the large dark stain, even though I didn't need to. I already knew what it was. Blood. Relatively fresh blood. Quatre looked up, fear in his eyes, fear for Duo.
"Maybe he left on his own..." I suggested to try to relieve that fear, but I sounded unconvincing even to myself. And I'd noticed the window was locked from the inside. Not even Duo could manage that, as amazing as some of his tricks were.
Footsteps sounded behind us, and I turned to see Wufei, his face solemn, his dark eyes worried as they focused on the stain. "I never truly thought that Heero would-" He broke off, anger crossing his face. "That bastard."
I felt the need to interject some reason. "We really shouldn't jump to conclusions, after all, we don't know what happened."
~~End Flashback~~
I stood and gathered the still sobbing Quatre, intending to take him out of the kitchen. I paused, quietly promising Heero that they would most definitely talk about this later.
Heero was giving me a look that, for him, amounted to puzzlement. As if he couldn't imagine what on earth would make Quatre so upset, or Wufei. But then, Heero's often clueless about emotions like that, even when he gave me the best advice I've ever gotten on emotions.
~~~
~Duo POV~
I woke up, slowly, groggy as hell. <Oooh, lord, I'll never drink like that again.> I opened my eyes to slits and saw gray before closing them again. <Too bright. Too much gray. Gray? The safehouse isn't gray.>
I opened my eyes again and silenced my groan. This wasn't the safehouse. This looked suspiciously like a prison cell. <Probably means I wasn't drinking either.> Running a hand carefully over my head I found the throbbing lump and stinging gash at my temple, my fingers causing this source of pain to dominate the others. <Ouch, that must have bled like a sonofabitch.>
After several tries at sitting up, I finally made it vertical, winning a temporary victory over my nausea. <God, I wish I had been drinking.> I was just beginning to make the room stop moving when the cell door opened. I couldn't stop my eyes widening at the two people who entered.
Donning my joker's mask, I managed a faint smirk. "Well, if it isn't Dorothy and Toto. I guess I'm not in Kansas anymore."
The tall, cool blonde raised one forked eyebrow. "Duo Maxwell, I do admire your spirit."
The other woman frowned, intoning softly. "Filthy street rat."
I chuckled. "Ooooh, bonus for the tone, but minus on originality. I give it a 5."
She looked close to violence, but Dorothy reached out and caught her arm. "Come, Miss Relena, there's much to do."
As the door clanged shut, I slumped back against the wall. <Oh, God, please let them come soon and save me. I don't think I can handle the Queen of the World if she's truly lost it.>
~~End of Part 1~~~
"How could you?!?"
Heero was greeted by Quatre's outraged statement when he entered the kitchen. We all stared at him with accusing eyes. Stoic as usual, Heero barely blinked. He simply sat down. "Well, it was rather easy actually."
Quatre gasped. Wufei muttered, "The INJUSTICE!"
"Of course there's justice in it....think of the peace." Heero responded in his normal monotone.
Quatre choked back a sob and buried his head in my shoulder. Heero gave him a faintly disgusted look. Wufei stood suddenly, knocking over his chair, and stormed out of the kitchen with his hands clenched into fists. The faint sound of the front door slamming echoed back. I tried to keep my gaze level as I stroked Quatre's hair to soothe him. Yes, I don't dare regard Heero with anything other than the most level of the looks, especially considering the chain of events that led us here.
~flashback~
It really was a fairly nice little house. Well, fairly nice unless you've been trapped in it for three weeks straight with four other
people. Especially if one of those people were Duo. He wasn't too bad at first, probably because he'd been just as tired as the rest of us. Then he'd gotten bored.
Duo bouncing from pilot to pilot looking for entertainment had been bad enough, but we'd coped. It had turned into a kind of game. Who can get rid of Duo faster AND direct his next bounce to a specific target. But we tired of the game fairly quickly, unfortunately not as quickly as Duo. When he realized how he'd been manipulated, it got worse, though we hadn't thought it could. Duo throwing a fit from a mixture of boredom and frustration is not an experience I'd wish on anyone.
Heero was the one who managed to stop it, with his typical dead-pan threats. He'd calmly said, "Omae o korosu," then promptly grabbed Duo by his braid and dragged him into the bedroom they were sharing. Some of the sounds that came through the closed door had been a little suspicious, but we were all too relieved to have Duo contained to go investigate.
Silence fell, then Heero had come back, sat down and picked up the manual he'd been reading, all without a word. The quiet was so wonderful we didn't ask. It was only by the next afternoon that we realized it had been quiet far too long. It was Quatre who got worried first. He put down his book with a quiet sigh, glancing toward the back of the house with a small frown puckering his forehead. I lowered my magazine, "What is it, little one?"
"I was just thinking about Duo. He's been quiet for too long."
Wufei snorted without looking up from his own book. "Not long enough."
Quatre's frown deepened. "We give him such a hard time for being noisy that we tend to forget he's just a naturally exuberant person. I wonder what Heero did to him..."
"Maybe he finally made good on his promise." Wufei smirked.
I frowned at Wufei as Quatre blanched. "He wouldn't, would he? I mean, we need Duo. He's a good pilot."
I patted Quatre's hand. "I'm sure he's fine. Let's go check on him, shall we?"
So we had gotten up and trooped to the room. The door was shut, the room beyond silent. Quatre tapped lightly on the door. "Duo?"
No response, so I opened the door and both of us froze at the sight. The room was clearly divided down the center. On Heero's side every pin was in place, the bed made with military precision, the laptop perfectly aligned with the edge of the desk. I muttered, "I knew he was anal retentive, but this is ridiculous."
I heard Quatre's gasp, but thought it was merely shock at the comment until I followed his gaze. Duo's side of the room was a wreck. This didn't surprise me. It was Duo after all. But Quatre looked upset. "What's wrong?"
"Duo isn't a slob." Quatre started examining Duo's side of the room. He took my silence as a cue to continue, "I've roomed with Duo before. He's generally neat and tidy. He grew up with so little that he takes very good care of his things now."
"Hn." A new revelation. Duo is more complex than I thought. I look at the disarray now with a different eye and can clearly trace the signs of a struggle. I began to feel Quatre's worry. What had Heero done? And where was Duo now?
"Trowa..." Quatre was kneeling down beside the window. I crossed to him and touched the large dark stain, even though I didn't need to. I already knew what it was. Blood. Relatively fresh blood. Quatre looked up, fear in his eyes, fear for Duo.
"Maybe he left on his own..." I suggested to try to relieve that fear, but I sounded unconvincing even to myself. And I'd noticed the window was locked from the inside. Not even Duo could manage that, as amazing as some of his tricks were.
Footsteps sounded behind us, and I turned to see Wufei, his face solemn, his dark eyes worried as they focused on the stain. "I never truly thought that Heero would-" He broke off, anger crossing his face. "That bastard."
I felt the need to interject some reason. "We really shouldn't jump to conclusions, after all, we don't know what happened."
~~End Flashback~~
I stood and gathered the still sobbing Quatre, intending to take him out of the kitchen. I paused, quietly promising Heero that they would most definitely talk about this later.
Heero was giving me a look that, for him, amounted to puzzlement. As if he couldn't imagine what on earth would make Quatre so upset, or Wufei. But then, Heero's often clueless about emotions like that, even when he gave me the best advice I've ever gotten on emotions.
~~~
~Duo POV~
I woke up, slowly, groggy as hell. <Oooh, lord, I'll never drink like that again.> I opened my eyes to slits and saw gray before closing them again. <Too bright. Too much gray. Gray? The safehouse isn't gray.>
I opened my eyes again and silenced my groan. This wasn't the safehouse. This looked suspiciously like a prison cell. <Probably means I wasn't drinking either.> Running a hand carefully over my head I found the throbbing lump and stinging gash at my temple, my fingers causing this source of pain to dominate the others. <Ouch, that must have bled like a sonofabitch.>
After several tries at sitting up, I finally made it vertical, winning a temporary victory over my nausea. <God, I wish I had been drinking.> I was just beginning to make the room stop moving when the cell door opened. I couldn't stop my eyes widening at the two people who entered.
Donning my joker's mask, I managed a faint smirk. "Well, if it isn't Dorothy and Toto. I guess I'm not in Kansas anymore."
The tall, cool blonde raised one forked eyebrow. "Duo Maxwell, I do admire your spirit."
The other woman frowned, intoning softly. "Filthy street rat."
I chuckled. "Ooooh, bonus for the tone, but minus on originality. I give it a 5."
She looked close to violence, but Dorothy reached out and caught her arm. "Come, Miss Relena, there's much to do."
As the door clanged shut, I slumped back against the wall. <Oh, God, please let them come soon and save me. I don't think I can handle the Queen of the World if she's truly lost it.>
~~End of Part 1~~~