Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Lovely Electric ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

AN: I love Quatre. I tried not to make him an airhead.. But I think I'll materialize that fact later... Two weeks have passed and Heero has been trying to pull out Quatre's true personality, but it's just not working out.



Lovely Electric- Chapter 3




"What is your name?" Heero asked gently for the eightieth time. While the others reportedly splendidly took reign of their lives once more over the last two weeks, secretly of course, his slave Quatre hadn't kept up. Now the master was in the midst of asking Quatre questions and attempting to get a straightforward and honest answer. So far, Quatre would only answer to his commands or inquire of his disappointments, like any regular doll, without any personal opinion whatsoever.

Wufei surmised the psychological damage to Quatre's nervous system was far worse than theirs. However, his empathy seemed to have strengthened and over that week he showed signs of working duties out of his own will. Somehow, as Wufei searched his mind for his past, he forgot his skills as a doll, such as cooking. Quatre, picking up on this, began duties around the kitchen.

Heero had never really believed in empathy or ESP, any of that nonsense, but when Quatre placed his sense of bewilderment after losing his laptop, the doll found it; when Quatre noticed his annoyance answering some new mission Treize received, he then answered the phone with an excuse ready; when he massaged Wufei when he stressed himself out working his mind into remembering what happened before his time in training- this all added up to Quatre having some extra sense that worked with the emotions of others.

At the present moment, though, Quatre only stared confused at his questions, and Heero has lost his patience, and the will to hold back his aggressive libido has diminished as well. The assassin felt like taking the innocent doll right this moment, so he popped three pills. There was just one problem...

"He still doesn't get it?" Wufei strode into the private, sparsely furnished second room of Heero's duplex. Ever since he has regained his partial memories, he was apt to openly disapprove whatever Heero had in mind, going so far as to trick Quatre into hiding from him. He hadn't used the dolls for anything more than sex before, so doing things on his own wasn't a problem, but redoubling his medicine to control his sexual drives was nerve-racking.

Most importantly, Head Office has concerned him on the matter, he restocking on his prescriptions much faster than before, the therapy doing nothing for him- Office would find something out sooner or later, a spy might be sent. He needed sex, Head Office knew this was true for all Specials; if they were to send out spies, such as at those fucking 'Special' parties, take a doll to a private place and somehow pry them for information....

To Heero, this situation seemed more or less like an undercover assignment, except without the sex to clear his mind.

"I hope you are not thinking about what I think you are thinking about..." Wufei inquired suspiciously, drinking a strong, possibly bitter tea, and handing Quatre a gentler, possibly sweet tea. The boy set it down mindlessly.

"I hope you are not thinking about what I think you think about that I think about," Heero answered, amused with Quatre's increasingly confused expression. Heero just answered Wufei's dark glare with an impassively apathetic one before the doll turned around and sat on the floor.

"Meditate?" Quatre asked.

"Yes."

"To get your memories back?"

"Trying to..."

"Do you think I can help?"

Wufei turned around irately. "Did something happen today or are you just curious?"

Heero had gotten up to look for his laptop, but the computer wasn't in its usual hiding place, underneath his bed, behind a few boxes, in another box under two boxes, under a litter of bills, in which one of these letters would open to his fingerprint and to the hidden layer of the box where his laptop was kept . The only people who knew where his laptop was, and whose fingerprints were configured into the system, were Quatre and Wufei. He stared pointedly at Quatre from one side, whereas Wufei glared at him from the other.

The blonde was oblivious, rolling his eyes to the ceiling as if something interesting flew up there. "Actually, I don't know, but this woman came here requesting Master's laptop, posing to be an agent for him, and then she asked about my health. As her mind was organized and concerned, I thought that maybe this will help Master."

Wufei spoke agitatedly first, "What do you mean 'her mind was organized and concerned'?"

"And posing as an agent?"

Quatre blinked slowly. "Do you want to know both answers to both questions, sir?"

The master bit his lips hard, eyes closed, reigning in the desire to pummel Quatre. "Yes, Quatre, answer both questions."

"From what I could read from her, she was concerned, the sort of concern that comes from anxiety due to planning, like you Heero, as if she was coming for a mission. She had to be posing as an agent for you, master, because you don't work with any women.. or anyone at all for that matter."

"What exactly did she say?"

He blinked again. "She said, 'May I speak with your master?' and I said you weren't here. Then she said, 'As his executive agent, may I have his mobile computer he asked me to use on his latest assignment?', and I didn't want any trouble, and she didn't seem to be too bad so I gave her the laptop and she gave me her card. She left then."

"Her card?" Heero stood before Quatre, and his wide aquamarine slowly went upwards.

"Yes," he said, flipping the card out from his sleeve. "Here it is, and your traceless phone is with me right here." Giving them both to Heero seemed to flip a switch in Quatre, who brought his eyes down as if no longer interested.

Wasting no time, Heero called the number, reading Sally Po, Anti-Special Preventer Union (ASPU) off the card. It felt like he was diving deeper into forbidden, secret realms of some sort, but, hell, he needed his laptop.

Bells tinkled in his ear after the phone rang once.

"That's her! She was wearing bells for earrings!" Quatre exclaimed.

"Oh!" The woman gasped. "Is that the little one who greeted me at the door?"

"Yep!"

"I'm the one who called you," interrupted Heero. "What is it you want?"

"I thought you would ask for your computer back-"

"That was just to get my attention. You have an ulterior motive."

As if on cue, his other cellphone, reserved for Head Office contact, chimed a slow beat. Excusing himself, Heero answered this phone.

"This is Lady Une. You have now owned-" Heero hung up, believing this was one of her messages she always sent after a high-ranked Special has owned his doll for a week or so, but it sang again, and he had to answer it. "This is not a message, Heero Yuy," voiced Une in a clipped tone, as if ready to bite someone; someone did some Grade-A damage to her perfectly controlled world. "Leave your dolls outside your door and I'll pick them up."

"No."

Une growled, teeth gritting together. "You insolent beast, how dare you defy me! First ,Treize doesn't want me and the likes of you go against my orders. I am the High Inspector of the Head Office!" She continued muttering to herself insanely.

Heero's mouth fell agape, shocked. Switching phones slowly, he said to Sally, "Something's wrong with Lady."

"Ah, so Noin was right that Treize would take a liking to Milliardo. However, I never thought it would be so soon."

Now, the assassin frowned, moving over as Wufei came closer to hear the interesting turn of events. Quatre followed him, with lack of a better idea of what to do, settling confidently onto his master's lap.

"You planned this?" Wufei asked.

"Great! Your pets are speaking of their own will; the plan progressed much better than we thought-"

"When you said Noin, do you mean Lucreiza Noin of Foreign Affairs?"

"One and the same woman, yes that is."

"What insane project are you planning that it includes three top officers of Court and me?"

"It's... sort of a long story... I really only wanted to tell you that you should go to Alex's part he is hosting next week."

"I'd rather bite my tongue of-" Screaming came through Une's line, so he switched again, holding the device an inch or so away from his ear. "Yes?"

"How dare you ignore me!"

Heero sighed, holding two ends of a conversation was tough, not to mention he's never had that much experience talking in the first place. As if demons themselves were ravaging bad juju on his very soul, his house phone rang. Only two people in the world knew his home phone number- Head Office kept up with Special phones- so it was either Duo or Treize. Duo would let the phone ring, but Treize would stop after the third or forth.

"Une, my other phone is ringing; you can do whatever in the kitchen because I'm not leaving them outside."

Of course, the phone kept ringing. Desperate, Heero gestured Wufei to answer it, knowing he'll give an excuse, but Quatre, who Heero knew would think this was an important call, saw it, got the phone and gave it to him. He sat back neatly on his perch.

Balancing the cells in one hand, he brought the other phone to his ear. "Maxwell, you better be dying."

Une was screaming again and Sally called his name.

Duo's line was silent. "Who the heck are you talking to? Sounds like chickens!"

"Maxwell, what do you want?!"

"Gosh," muttered Duo defensively, "It's about Lady Une... She came to 'tune-up' Trowa.. And now he's all weird. He, like, he won't talk to me and act like he used to. I called Treize, and he said that Milliardo's just been crying a lot since Une came to him. Has she met you yet?"

This information put him off guard. "Treize refused her."

"Are you serious? Or is she just taking it the wrong way because he's keeping his pet?"

"Probably both. Look, she hasn't met my pets, yet... I'm not sure if I want her to see them."

"It's not like you can refuse."

Suddenly Une's line seemed cut off, but then she yelled, "I'M COMING OVER IN ONE HOUR!" and hung up.

"Wow..."

"Duo, wait a minute, I'm talking to someone else for the moment..."

"You're talking to three-"

"Sally?" Heero asked.

She laughed for a moment. "Seems like you have your hands full, so I should keep it quick. I'll be at Alex's party next week. I'll give you a note there because nothing private is going to stay private there."

"Why don't you just say what you have to say now?"

"I don't trust phones, never have, and meeting me where I am will be too risky. The note will have my private on-line address," she explained.

A mysterious woman who had stolen his laptop wishes to rendezvous at a godforsaken party. Certainly, the planets were in weird alignment, and he was losing his mind, so he replied, "All right," and hung up, going to Duo's phone.

"Hn?"

"Heero!! Damn, Heero, he's talking to me again! We're just sitting here watching TV, and he says 'I don't like Miss Une,' and he's leaning on me! So cute."

"Glad you're happy," Heero acknowledged dryly, but, honestly, he now found it endearing that Quatre had fallen asleep on his lap, though he wondered how in the world the boy slept through all this.

"He doesn't remember what he did with Miss Une, but that's okay, now I can really show him off."

Jumping on this with a bit of reluctance, Heero offered, "Sometime next week, an acquaintance of mine is throwing a party. You can... show him there."

"From the way you said it, man, I can tell you don't like him."

"Yes, he's one of the biggest assholes in history. You know, the director of the Police Force of Citizens, him."

"Hell, no! What the fuck, why would I waste my brain power on a guy like him?"

"I have info about the dolls. It seems us three getting them was no coincidence."

"No kidding?"

"I can't say for sure, especially not on this phone, maybe tomorrow." Heero sighed. "I'm tired of talking... Just relay what I said to Treize; tell him he's driving and we all meet at your house."

"For sure, Heebabe!"

"Alright, oh, and Duo?"

"Yes?"

"Don't call me that."