Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Love, War, and Peace ❯ Pt. 10 ( Chapter 10 )

Title: Love, War, and Peace pt.10/16

Author: DamnVespa

Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, DxR, ZechsxTreize, 5xZechs

Category: AU (????)

Archived: Mediaminer.org, 1x2ml, DHML,

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Notes: I am seriously screwing with the GW world. I got the idea from a techno-ized version of a Braveheart song.

Warnings: There are going to be a couple of deaths. I'm not going to tell you who but they will die. And there is Major Angst. So be prepared. Another thing, towards the end it will get kind of gross….But don't worry I will label that specific chapter for you.

Heero nodded his head and they climbed down the Gundam. Trowa walked out of the bay door but Heero paused and looked back at Deathscythe. He sighed and then turned off the light and headed towards the cafeteria.

Quatre was standing over the table looking down at papers that were strewn over the desk. Wufei was sitting down and looking at the papers as well. Trowa walked in with Heero only a step or two behind him. Trowa immediately went to Quatre and started to rub his shoulders to ease the tension he had seen in them. Quatre relaxed into the touch and smiled brightly at Trowa. Heero had to look away from the loving couple because it just drove home the fact that Duo wasn't there anymore. Instead he focused his attention on the papers on the table.

"What's the plan?" Heero asked.

"Well we need to see if we could get the delegates to support us. Maybe even send their militia to help us with Dermail. I know of one militia who would help us without needing to be persuaded." Quatre stated to the group.

"Who?"

"They are called the Maganacs."

"Aren't they the ones that serve the Winner family?" Wufei asked.

"Yes."

"But the Winners are pacifist through and through. Why would they help us?"

"They wouldn't but their son will."

"You know their son?"

"Yes, you could say we're very close. I'll give them a call. Heero you should see the delegates and try to enlist their aid."

"Wait, why me?"

"Because you are the only one with a Gundam that can fly in space." Heero nodded his head in acceptance and Quatre went on with the plans, "They are on L2 at the moment. Trowa, Wufei and I will wait until our Gundams are space ready. Agreed?"

"Agreed." Said the other three pilots in unison.

Heero went down to the bay holding the four Gundams and got ready to go. Howard came up to him and clapped him on the shoulder, "You going out?"

"Yes."

"Well we made some modifications to your suit. You'll see them once you get inside. Good luck."

"Thanks Howard."

Heero shook hands with Howard and then got into his Gundam. The other mechanics left the room and once everyone was cleared the room was depressurized and the air was sucked out. The bay doors opened and Heero gently guided Wing out of the bay. When he was clear he rocketed his way towards L2. It took him a few hours to get to the colony. He slipped into the colony without being noticed thanks to Deathscythe's Hyper Jammers that were added to his gundam. Heero found a great place to hide Wing. Once he was well hidden he hacked into the L2 computers to find out where the delegates were meeting.

He found out they were meeting in the Old City Hall. He jumped out of his gundam and made sure that no one would notice it was there. Then he started to make his way to the Old City Hall. L2 was just as he remembered it being. The poorer section was still in shambles but so was most of the colony. He found the Old City hall and easily bypassed the security. He located the room easily and stood against one wall waiting for the delegates to get there.

Life for the delegates and the colonies was slowly getting worse. Dermail was furious that the delegates had left but he didn't do anything about it for a while. He was too busy preparing the wedding of his son and Relena Peacecraft. The tour of the colonies was boring but they tried to make the most of it. It was on L3 when things went from okay to seriously bad. Dermail, fed up with the wait started to attack certain parts of each colony. The colonies were in an uproar and called out for help from anyone that would hear them.

Treize seemed to get happier and happier as the chaos rose to an almost intolerable level. Zechs didn't know what to do anymore. The delegates were getting frustrated and argued more than usual trying to get this agreement settled before Dermail destroyed more of their colonies. The Gundam attacks had escalated in response and there were reports that said they had moved back into space. The colonists were cheering for them and urged the delegates to side with the Gundams rather than Dermail.

The delegates all turned a deaf ear to the people's calls. They would rather have their money than what their people needed.

Zechs sighed as he headed down the hall to another meeting with the delegates. When he got there they were all seated and quiet. It caught him by surprise until he looked to where the delegates were staring. On the other side of the room stood a young boy. His Prussian blue eyes were cold as steel and pierced right through him, and his messy brown hair gave him a look of being dangerous. The overall effect was of someone you did not want to toy with. Zechs walked over and stood near the head of the table.

"Hello, my name is Zechs Merquise, how did you get in here?"

"It is none of your business. I came to tell you that you all are making a big mistake."

One of the delegates seemed to have a back bone and asked, "You're just a young boy, what would you know of politics?"

The messy haired boy pointed a gun at the delegate. He gulped and leaned back in his chair to try to get away from the gun. The boy smirked and put the gun away.

Zechs looked on, intrigued by this display, "What mistake?"

"Dermail isn't seeking peace. He seeks to enslave you all under his power."

"You are wrong. He wants peace the same as us. We just need to work out the agreement and then peace will reign." Even as Zechs said that he didn't feel so sure of his convictions. His doubts again flared to life.

"That is wrong. Once the agreement is made it will be easy for Dermail to stomp all over you. He'll use each of you and then when he can't get anything further from you, he will kill you."

"How do you know this? Who are you?"

"I have my sources. As for who I am that is classified but as long as there is breath in my body I will not let this faulty peace go through. Don't you wish for peace without fear that Dermail will destroy you or your colony? If so you should fight for it and not let this fake peace go through. If you do not, I will find you and rest assured you won't live long when I do."

With that said the boy moved away from the far wall and left the room. It was silent for a few minutes before the delegates started arguing again. Zechs decided to call it a day and they all left to go back to their respective rooms.

Zechs had a lot to think about. He was very tired of the war. He just wanted everything to stop and then Treize and him could relax. Go somewhere far away and live in peace. When he got back to the room, Treize was on the vidphone again. Treize looked up at him and quickly disconnected the call.

"Who was that?" Zechs asked.

"One of my doctors reminding me to take the new medicine he sent me."

"Oh. Okay."

Zechs wasn't sure about that but he couldn't check that until Treize was asleep or left the room. He laid down on the comfortable bed and sighed. Treize chuckled and walked over to him. He sat near Zechs head and started to thread his hands through Zechs hair. Zechs purred at the contact and looked languidly up at Treize. Treize smiled down at him and continued to run his hand through Zechs's hair.

"What are we going to do once peace has been made?" Treize asked.

"I thought we could just go away somewhere and relax."

"Really?"

"Yes, why what did you want to do?"

"I was thinking that you could be the representative of the colonies to the King, with my help of course. You would have power and could control the colonies."

"But I thought we wanted peace and not to control the colonies but to join them with Earth."

"None of the colonies want that. Sure they say they do but they really don't. They need someone to tell them what to do."

"I don't know Treize, that doesn't sound right to me."

"It doesn't have to sound right. You just have to believe that it is right for the people and the people won't think a thing about it. They will praise you for being a good leader."

"I still don't know, Treize."

"Don't you want to be that leader. The one people look up to. The one they can truly say fought for the peace they now have."

"I guess." Zechs faltered under the smooth voice. Treize could be very persuasive when he wanted to be.

"Good. You should bring it up tomorrow at the meeting."

"Sure. That sounds like a good idea." Zechs found himself faltering and giving in but of course saying one thing doesn't mean you will actually do it. Zechs closed his eyes and relaxed on to the bed. Treize smiled down at him, his plan was working just fine.

TBC

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