Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Nothing There Anymore ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Nothing There Anymore- masamune- masamuneEHS@hotmail.com

Part 2

Disclaimer: If I owned Gundam Wing I'd be rich as hell. Do you see me wading in a pool of cash? NO! Ergo, vis-à-vis, concurrently, by the power invested in me, I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters. But we all can dream. More angst and 1+4 here, don't think there'll be any limy action but we never know what the voices might tell us to write down, isn't that right precious? Seriously

Recap: Heero comes back from a mission but immediately gets into an argument with Quatre at the door. After cruelly hurting Quatre's feelings, Heero stalks off.

Part 2

Heero Yuy slammed the door to his bedroom, trying to push all of his pent up vexation into the wood. He was slightly disappointed that neither the door nor frame broke from the force. The Wing pilot took a step into his room and stopped. His eyes took in everything in the small, barren room and his senses alerted him to the fact that he was not alone. His frustration began to slide into contempt for the intruder.

"What are you doing in my room?" He sneered at Trowa, standing against the far wall.

The Heavyarms pilot had his slender arms folded across his chest and might have disappeared into the faded walls because he was so still. His eyes met with Heero's and, the Prussian orbs answering back with cold anger.

"At first I just came in here to borrow your Dostoevesky," Trowa answered. The mercenary-turned-clown's voice was an expressionless tone. But his green eyes narrowed at the anger in Heero's question. The novel was already in Trowa's hand.

"I don't like people touching my stuff," Heero replied darkly. "If you want to borrow something of mine than you'd better ask next time." Heero did not mention that he had stolen the book from a man on a train, burying himself in its pages only to hide his face from OZ military personnel.

The two stood as if sizing each other up. Both were calm and composed but noticed the other's instinctive twitch towards their respective pistols, as a door slammed shut elsewhere in the safe house. The atmosphere was thick with the warning of strife and bad feeling. It was obvious that Trowa had come for more than just a book.

"You got what you wanted, so suggest you leave," Heero said, a tint of irritation beginning to nudge into his voice. "Or did you want something else?" And the tone in the Wing pilot's question implied that Trowa was better off not wanting anything.

"Quatre," Trowa replied simply.

It was one of those characteristic things about Trowa. In one word he could open a new subject, ask a question and almost interrogate a person, with just one word. Heero pondered whether to snap back 'What about him?' but realized that was about as mature as a small child. So he answered as honestly and obliquely as possible:

"It's none of your business."

The reply suggested…demanded the end of the conversation. As soft-spoken and aloof as he was, something in Trowa wouldn't allow that. The lanky pilot pushed off from the wall and walked over. He stopped only a foot from the spot where Heero stood.

"He is one of us," Trowa's voice was barely above a whisper. "His capabilities during missions will be lessened if you weaken his mental state now. What goes on here will affect him on the battlefield and consequently affect all of us."

"But I'm not just here on a professional level," Trowa continued before Heero could interject. "I've had few people in my life that I could call friends. I'm not really sure I understand what it even means. And I certainly can't boast about my outlook on intimate relationships."

"Still, I can't stay quiet while you hurt Quatre. You two are falling to pieces as a couple. I've read the writing on the wall and watched for a while as he's scrambled to fix things between you two. But now, I'm tired of you hurting him. He deserves better than that, Heero."

"I've always been against relationships with partners and co-workers but since it's come along this far I won't stop yours. It's actually almost ironic that here I am trying to help it."

Trowa stopped and let the silence sink in.

/I know I'm pissing him off. Heero isn't one to let others tell him what to do. He hates getting advice or lectured; but that's too bad for him. It's already past a point where their emotions interfere with missions. It may not be my place to mediate between the two… but it's my life, and the cause we're desperately fighting for, that's at risk if Quatre's not 100% /

It was apparent that Heero did not intend to honor his compatriot's eloquent words with any kind of response; so Trowa decided to let the conversation end. For once he had done all the talking. The Heavyarms pilot examined Heero's eyes to gauge his reaction. All he could find was indignation and fury. Finally, Trowa grazed past the Wing pilot and opened the door.

"Empty love is hurtful love," he offered as parting words. And then Trowa silently shut the door, leaving Heero alone.

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Quatre was walking down the hallway, eyes downcast on the cracked wooden floor. His cheery expression was faded away, swallowed up by the sad thoughts he was currently brooding in.

/I love him. I've never wanted to hurt him, or make him angry. Ever since I first met him I was so overtaken by him. His confidence, his strength, and above all his heart. I love him. He's received so little his whole life… but still he brings happiness to mine… Or at least it was that way/

The Sandrock pilot stopped suddenly as Trowa surprisingly appeared in Heero's doorway and mumbled something. Quatre watched in curiosity as the lanky pilot gently shut the door and with only a glance towards the blonde youth, stalked off down the hallway.

/I don't know what that's about/ Quatre frowned. /But it's probably none of my business/

Suddenly, Heero's voice echoed in his head, "Kuso! It's none of your business Quatre." Heero had said that many times, always jilting the smaller pilot with the angry undertone in his voice. It had never stopped bothering Quatre. Heero could be so violent and temperamental one moment, yelling and sneering. Then the next he would be entirely different, caring and loving, gently holding the Sandrock pilot and whispering words of affection in his ear.

/But he does love me!/ A voice inside Quatre said as he paused momentarily at the door to Heero's room. /Even if he does get upset at me; it's usually my fault. I irritate him so much. Sometimes it seems like we're just not the right fit for each other. It's like we fight and make up just to do it all over again/

Quatre gripped the doorknob tightly as he gently turned the silver knob. Holding his breath, he opened the door and peered into the room. The room was dimly lit and seemed to be washed in a dust of apprehension and dishevelment. Finally Quatre's crystal azure eyes fell on the figure sitting at a desk towards the back of the room. The glow of the laptop cast a strange light on his lover's face. Quatre let out a small breath as his eyes locked with the Prussian blue across the room.

Almost immediately the blonde youth forgot his frustration, his pain. The expression on Heero's face and the flush of emotions in his eyes made it disappear. Never taking his gaze away from the Japanese boy Quatre quietly shut the door.

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"If you think your advice can save their relationship and change around that bastard Yuy," Wufei said darkly, "Then you may need to seek a therapist."

Trowa barely looked up from his glass of rum as Wufei finished his rant with a curse.

/I'm tired. I'm not in a very good mood/ Trowa wanted to say aloud. /Hammering sense into that baka Heero is hard work. And the last thing I need to hear is one of Wufei's rants about justice/

"If they need me to intervene so their relationship can work then it'll fall apart soon enough," Trowa simply replied, hoping this would perhaps quiet the Chinese noble. Still, he was slightly dismayed at his dark words and how easily they had fallen out of his mouth.

"You guys are supposed to be *supporting* them, remember?" a mellow voice rang out as Duo casually entered the room.

/No hope for silence now/ Trowa grimly thought as he finished off his drink in one quick gulp.

"I've roomed with Heero before and can tell you that he's from another dimension sometimes," Duo said as he plopped down into a chair. "The guy just doesn't know how things are supposed to work in a non-hostile situation, let alone with another person's feelings and a relationship and all."

Ironic as it seemed, Shinigami had actually cast a spell of silence over the room. Wufei cursed under his breath in Chinese and Trowa wearily eyed the bottom of his glass.

/It's not just that/ Trowa thought darkly. /It's not just Heero. It's both of them. Quatre tries hard and struggles to make everything work, but only winds up pushing Heero away. It's always as if they're fighting to stay afloat and only manage to pull the other down at the same time/

"I just feel bad for Quatre" Duo sighed and leaned back in his chair, tipping it slightly. "The poor guy's got enough on his mind as it is. And Heero, damn him, can be so cold. I mean icy freezer burn. He nearly made him cry earlier today. First thing that he does when he gets into the safehouse."

"He's too weak for Heero," Wufei said sharply and all eyes turned on him. "Quatre may be smart and an excellent strategist, but he simply lacks the strength we have. He's like any other normal boy. I've often wondered how Heero can possibly put up with him."

"What the hell are you saying?" Duo angrily snapped at the Shenlong pilot. "You saying it's Quatre's fault for caring? You saying Quatre's to blame because he's too kind and innocent? I really can't grasp what he sees in Heero anyway. He's as cold as a witche's titty. You could get more love out of a bowl o' mush."

"Not that it's any of ours to pass judgment on in the first place, but you're both slightly wrong," Trowa's voice was calm and serene. The two fellow pilots turned to look at the slightly intoxicated circus performer. "Heero is Heero. Quatre is Quatre. Lots of the things you both said are true. Just remember that he's still the one that Quatre fell in love with, and Heero accepted Quatre. For better or worse, they have these feelings for each other and a relationship they both want to protect."

A hush fell on the trio as Trowa went to refill his glass. The room was quiet except for the sloshing sound of alcohol as Trowa filled his glass to the top.

/I've got a mission in three days. Might as well get stinking drunk in the mean time/ he reasoned.

The Heavyarms pilot took a quick gulp of the rum and then continued, "Neither Heero nor Quatre have changed that much have they? I mean, when they're around us they act just as they always have. It's when they're together that the problems start. It's called empty love, a relationship based just on commitment, their past history and nothing else. Nobody wants that."

"Your rationale is rather good for a man who is well above legally intoxicated," Came Wufei's snide remark. "Maybe you have a point about this 'empty love' idea. Regardless, they'll snuggle and make up. But before you know it Yuy will be slamming doors again and Quatre will be sniffling like an onna."

"Ch', I've heard enough from you already, Wufei," Duo said, as he got up from his chair and started to leave the room.

Wufei swore again in Chinese as Duo disappeared upstairs. The Chinese noble turned to look at his one remaining companion. Trowa was slouched over the table with his head resting on his arms. With a small clank the Heavyarms pilot placed his glass on the surface next to him. Wufei's jaw dropped.

"You drank it all?" Wufei asked in disbelief as he eyed the very empty glass next to Trowa.

"You do have a point though," Trowa's voice floated up from the table. "They'll make up but the same thing will happen again."

"Even when you're drunk you've got more reason than that baka Maxwell," Wufei answered calmly, happy that someone had finally agreed with him. "I really don't know what Heero or Quatre could do to save themselves from hurting each other…."

Trowa lazily picked his head up and replied, "They could end it."

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Heero held Quatre to him gently as the smaller boy cried into his chest. They'd made up of course. Heero had grudgingly apologized for his insensitive actions and Quatre had readily offered himself as the point of blame. If there had been a tape recorder it would have picked up a dialogue very similar to one that had occurred some weeks ago.

"Quatre koi," Heero's voice was soft and soothing, his hot breath whispering into Quatre's ear. "I'm really so sorry for hurting you. I should never have acted that way with you. Let's not fight again koi. Onegai, I can't stand to see you hurt. Let's not fight again…"

But even as Heero's words faded away and he softly kissed Quatre's cheek the Arab boy couldn't help but somewhat doubt them.

/He says he loves me. He says he's sorry/ Quatre thought as he cried himself tearless in Heero's arms. There were many things that caused the poor blonde to shed tears. /I feel like I'm the problem. I always feel like it's his fault, but I'm the one that creates the problem. We've gone through this so many times. It hurts him too… God! I don't want to ever hurt him/

/We never seem to stop fighting. It was all so magical and happy at first. Not a second went by that I didn't thank all the forces of the universe for him. Now all I ever do is cause trouble for him. For the first time ever I feel like maybe we can't work things out. Maybe we can't succeed in living together happily. For the first time I can't help but think that maybe our relationship is going to end/

-end part 2