Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Power Game ❯ Chapter 5

Title: Power Game Part 5

Author: Aya Maxwell

Pairings: 1+2, 3+4

Warnings: Language, angst

Notes: //Chara Thoughts//

Disclaimer: I have nothing... I own nothing.



Power Game

Part 5



For a minute I just froze in place, now knowing what to do. I was still standing there naked; arms wrapped around my too thin body while Heero was charging down the stairs to throttle Trowa. At that moment I pretty much resolved not to tell Heero ever about what had really happened. If he was acting like this over a few bruises.... I was scared to see what he would do if he knew the whole damned truth. An incredibly loud crash brought me back to my current situation and I went running - yes I was still naked - down the stairs.

I was greeted with the sight of Trowa sprawled backwards on the living room floor while Heero raised his fist to punch the Heavyarms pilot again.

"Heero stop!" Quatre shouted and attached himself to Heeros muscular forearm, trying in vain to pull him away. No one had noticed me yet, and I was kind of glad about that because I was still naked. Heero shoved Quatre away and advanced on Trowa who looked entirely too calm for someone who was about to be beaten senseless.

I didn't want to intervene... I wanted Heero to beat Trowa into a bloody pulp.. I wanted him to feel pain... I wanted him to bleed. But I know once Heero started something he would not stop and no matter how much I hated Trowa at the moment I didn't want anyone dying because of me. No matter how badly they hurt me.

"Heero!"

Everyone stopped and looked at me in shock. After all, I was still naked. I ignored the humiliated blush that was creeping over my fair skin and tried my best to ignore the way Trowa was looking at my nude form. Fuck... did I really want to stop Heero?

"Heero what do you think you are doing!? How could you just attack Trowa like that?" Quatre demanded angrily, helping his lover up. Trowa looked from me to Heero and frowned.

"You give me one good fucking reason why I shouldn't beat the shit out of you." Heero growled, the look in his eyes promising death to the Latin boy.

"Because I did nothing to you."

//Yeah right bastard... you're just a fucking saint aint ya?//

"Not to me... to Duo." The Wing pilot hissed.

Trowa stared at me, and I looked away quickly. "Duo?" He asked calmly. I concentrated on my bare feet and clenched my teeth together. "I told you Heero; it was an accident... Trowa was drunk off his ass and I suggested we spar. Things got out of hand and that's why I'm all bruised up. That's it."

I stole a quick look at Heero, and winced. He was glaring at me.. As if I had done something wrong. I swear all these fucking people have emotional problems, including me!

"Duo?" Quatre asked questioningly. He looked from me to Trowa in confusion.

"LOOK PEOPLE... HOW MANY MORE TIMES DO I HAVE TO EXPLAIN THIS? IT WAS NOTHING.... HE WAS DRUNK.. HE DIDN'T MEAN TO HURT ME! JUST DROP IT!" I all but screamed. I blinked back the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes and looked away from their shocked faces. It was true wasn't it? If he hadn't been drunk he would never hurt me like that would he? Never.. That's why I could lie to protect him.. Because he didn't mean it.. He didn't remember it.. And I would not have another death on my conscience.

Memories from L2 came swarming back into my mind, and I bolted from the house before anyone could see me fall apart completely. I ran out into the surrounding wilderness, still naked and stumbling blindly in the direction of Deathscythe Hell. I ran for what seemed like hours and when I finally got there... I was covered with more scratches and bruises; my bare feet were a bloody mess, all cut up from the stones in the ground.

The darkness comforted me as I collapsed in a boneless heap, next to Deathscythes massive foot. I allowed the tears to flow freely now that I was alone, and I scrunched myself into a tiny ball... shivering from the cold. When I was finished crying I felt exhausted.. So I lay there thinking.

"Maxwell?"

I swore under my breath and wrapped my thin arms around my knees. I did not want anyone to see me like this, especially Wufei. "Go away." My voice came out gravelly and uneven. Dammit.. Now he will start ranting about how I am weak.. And how only onnas cry.

"Are you ok Maxwell?"

I blinked in surprise and squinted up at him. He was wearing his usual white traditional attire, and stood out in the darkness easily. His face appeared to be creased with concern. Wow, Wufei was worried about me. Don't I feel fucking special?

"Look Wufei.. I am really not in the mood to be bitched at about how weak I am. I don't care anymore.. I just want to be left alone. So you can just go back to the safe house and save all the nasty things you are planning to say to me."

"I just brought you some clothes." He said dryly.

I looked up at him again. "Oh.."

He snorted and settled on the ground beside me, handing me a pair of jeans and a sweater. "You're covered in bruises Maxwell.. Are you sure you are all right?"

I quickly shimmied into the clothes and went back into my fetal position, facing away from him. "I'm fine." I informed him stiffly. "Thanks for the clothes but you don't really need to stay here.. As soon as I figure out what to do me and Deathscythe are leaving. I don't need this shit.."

"Duo... tell me what happened?" He asked softly.

"What do you care?" I scoffed.

"I care because.. you are my ally and my friend.. We are a team Duo. And if we ever want this war to end we have to stick together. Whatever hurts you... hurts all of us."

"Those are some pretty words Wu-Chan.. But what if part of the team is the one who hurt me? Then what?"

Wufei watched me silently in the darkness and made a hmm noise. "Then that person will be dealt with." He said grimly.

I looked at him sharply. "That's right Wufei.. They will be dealt with. By being killed.. Then what will become of our team? We will be nothing.. And we will be destroyed. I think the fate of the world means more than me Wufei.. So until everything is finished and the five of us aren't needed anymore I will keep my mouth shut, and live with whatever happened."

"Duo, tell me what happened. It has something to do with Trowa does it not?"

"Please Wufei... please just drop it."

"Whatever you tell me... I will keep in confidential. I swear on my honor Duo, you can trust me."

I needed someone to talk to so badly.. I needed to get this horrible weight off my chest. "Wufei... please don't tell anyone what I tell you. If you do.. I will never forgive you and you will have shamed yourself and proved that you have NO honor."

His eyes widened slightly at the last part, but he nodded. "I swear to you."

"Trowa.. I lied about what happened.. He was drunk.. And he... he.. ra--"

My sentence was cut off by a shrill beeping sound coming from Deathscythes cockpit. I jumped to my feet, wincing slightly and clambered up the side, opening the cockpit.

"What is it?" Wufei called.

I sighed wearily. "Mission."

"Maxwell... if you had not been here, how would you know that you had a mission?"

I smirked in the darkness. "Heero would have told me.. He always knows."

I heard a snort coming from his general direction. I looked out at him and frowned, I did trust him but the best thing to do would be to go on my mission... disappear for awhile and try to forget everything that had happened in the past twenty four hours. No one would get hurt that way.. No one.. Except me anyway.

"Thanks for the clothes Wufei.. I have to go. There are a bunch of Mobile Dolls out there callin my name." I started to close the hatch when he called my name.

"Duo... when you get back. We will talk about this." He said firmly.

I gave him a small smile and nodded weakly. "Yeah Wu-Chan.. When I get back. Ja ne."







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End Part Five

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