Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Power Game ❯ Side Story ( Chapter 6 )

Sorry this took so long! But I have the next three chapters all planned out so this ficcy should be done soon!

Title: Power Games ~ Side Story

Author: Aya Maxwell

Pairings: 3+4, 1+2

Warnings: Language, Angst, this part is PG-14

Notes: I decided to write this as a side story instead of the next part, because I want to keep everything else in Duo's POV. This is basically how the other pilots are dealing with the situation and Duo's absence during his mission.

{{Flashbacks}}

Disclaimers: I don't own the G boys but I like to play with them! ^_^

Trowa's POV

It has been exactly 144 hours, and 17 minutes since Duo left for his mission. Ever since he ran out naked that night something has been plaguing me. I know something happened the night that we were alone and it had to be more than just a little fight. No little spat could put that look of betrayal in his eyes.

I keep trying to remember but I can't. The only thing I do remember is being worried about Quatre, and being a little depressed. I also remember picking up the bottle of Vodka and having one too many shots. After that everything is a blank.

Now here I am, worried about the boy who calls himself Shinigami and wishing he would just tell me the truth. I looked up and saw that Heero was standing by the doorway, he glared at me venomously before stalking up the stairs. He has been doing that for the past few days... just glaring at me as if he was trying to burn a hole in the side of my head.

I can't really blame him; I did hurt his lover. But that's the thing that really gets under my skin about Heero. He treats Duo more like a possession than a lover. He treats him like property.

I am well aware of the fact that they became lovers one night in a safe house. It was even before me and Quatre became a couple; and they thought they were being so subtle. We all had a mission and Heero kept snapping at Duo for supposedly not paying attention, but I had known the longhaired boy heard every word that came out of Heero's mouth. They had argued and after awhile Duo had stormed out. Later that night the argument escalated into a fight in their room and although Quatre had wanted to intervene I stopped him. It was better if they solved it on their own. However I never expected to hear those groans of pain turn into moans of pleasure. After that they had shared a bed on a regular basis and after awhile Heero stopped caring about discretion. I was somewhat jealous at first, because Heero was able to have someone as bright and stunning as Duo and I was alone. But then Quatre came to me and I wasn't alone anymore. I realized then that I had loved Quatre all along.. and I had only been fantasizing about Duo because I had mistakenly though the blond pilot was out of my reach.

I think that if I hadn't met Quatre first I would have fallen in love with the violet-eyed boy. He is so full of life, and even though all of his smiles are probably a mask.. I appreciate the fact that he tries to make me and the rest of the guys happy. He treats us like human beings and not just soldiers. Well that and the fact that he is beautiful.

But that doesn't matter, Heero has him and I love Quatre. The important thing now is finding out what the hell happened that night. Maybe it wasn't so ba...

{{"Trowa?" His deep voice came out low and muffled from sleep.

He was lying sprawled on the bed, black sheets twisted around his slender body.. Pale skin standing out in stark contrast with the cotton. Duo's long chestnut hair was half unbraided and he sat half way up, gazing at me sleepily in the dark. God he was so sexy.

"Trowa? Um...what the hell are you doing in my room?" He fiddled with the end of his braid in what I thought was a nervous gesture. I continued to gaze at him, my mind hazy from the alcohol and now insatiable lust that was probably connected to the Vodka.

"Dammit Trowa, talk or get the hell out."

He sounded scared and nervous, but none of that mattered. I felt a smirk curving on my thin lips as I stared at him with barely concealed hunger.

"You are so beautiful,"}}

I blinked and bolted up from the couch, nearly knocking Wufei over. What the hell was that?
Confusion muddled my brain and I hurried out of the room, wanting to go sort my thoughts in private.

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Quatre's POV

Something very strange is going on here. I can feel all the mixed emotions coming from my friends and it is worrying me. Heero is wound tight as a wire right now and I fear that the slightest thing is going to set him off. All of his anger seems to be aimed at Trowa for some reason.

Trowa feels lost, confused and scared. I think scared that he might have hurt Duo that night.

Wufei is trying so hard to remain cool, but I know that he is just as worried as I am.

Worried about the situation and about Duo. Duo should have been back days ago, but he still hasn't returned. Wufei suggested that maybe he took a few days to cool down but I don't think Heero buys that. Sometimes that guy acts like he *wants* something bad to happen. Anytime I try to be optimistic.. He shoots it down with a more negative idea. His cynicism can be somewhat unbearable at times and although I always try to be the voice of reason in our little group; I've been snapping at him more and more.

It makes me feel so helpless that I don't know what is going on. I know the others feel the same way but I feel guilty because I want so badly to help. I know in my heart that Duo is hurting and I picked up on strong feelings of resentment and betrayal when he looked at Trowa that evening. I am not a mind reader so I am not going to jump to conclusions that might be wrong, but something tells me that he is holding back. I hate to see his usually smiling face marred with tearstains and that anguished look in his eyes.

I sighed and leaned back in the couch, studying the book of poems that was lying in my lap. I glanced at Trowa and saw that he was staring out the window, deep in thought.

Fear

Anger

Lust

Shock

I froze as the sudden burst of emotions hit me full blast, leaving me breathless and feeling as though the wind had been knocked out of me. I sat completely still; unable to move a muscle as the different swirling sensations attacked me on all sides. It took me several moments to regain my composure and I saw that no one had even noticed my brief paralysis. I took a deep calming breath and let my eyes focus on Trowa. I knew those feelings had been coming from him and I needed to know why and.. What could cause them? However before I could even question him, the green-eyed pilot stood up quickly, and hurried out of the room. Wufei, who had been sitting beside him, stared after Trowa in bewilderment.

"What's his problem?" Wufei asked irritably, shifting on the cushion and picking up his small palm computer, which Trowa had knocked over in his haste.

"How should I know? Just because I'm sleeping with me doesn't mean I can see into his brain." I snapped.

Black eyes blinked at me and I could tell the Chinese pilot was somewhat taken back with my burst of hostility. "I wasn't trying to imply anything of the kind."

I sagged in my chair and looked at the ceiling, pushing overly long bangs out my eyes. "I know Wufei, I apologize. It's just that this whole situation is getting to me! We don't know what happened between Duo and Trowa, we don't even know where Duo is and Heero is taking it out on all of us."

Wufei raised an eyebrow. "What happened between the two of them is none of our business. If Duo chooses to tell the truth then he will. If he doesn't, don't try to force him. Leave it be Winner."

I sighed heavily, blowing the bangs out of my eyes. "Fine." I could accept that but I didn't have to like it. I hate feeling helpless... I hate not being able to help my friends when they need me. But I had to admit to myself.. That what was bothering me most of all was that I didn't know what was going on with my own lover. That made me more frustrated than anything else did.

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Wufei's POV

Winner grunted and stood up, I could tell from his posture just how tense he was. "I'm going for a walk." He announced, and strode quickly out of the room. I stared after him.

I really don't know when I started becoming so concerned about the other pilot's feelings, but now I seem to be worrying about them more than ever. At first when I met them, I thought of them as obstacles. They were not comrades; they were just people who were in my way. I have never been what you would call a team player because most times I really do prefer solitude. My first impressions of them were different, some good and some bad. I thought Quatre was too soft; too innocent and protected to ever be a good soldier. I really had no opinion of Trowa, but I did consider his brief Heero worship foolish. No pun intended. I thought Maxwell was a fool who did not take anything seriously and I respected Heero because I had the impression that he was a lot like myself.

I was wrong and I can admit that. Quatre isn't a weakling, as I believed he was, Duo is anything but a fool and has proved on more than one occasion that he is a capable and efficient soldier. I have also come to realize that despite the fact that Heero is the 'Perfect Soldier', he is an empty shell or he makes himself appear to be that way. What kind of man takes a lover and then treats him like a nuisance whenever they are outside of the bedroom? He is a good soldier, yes. But there is life after the war and I wonder if he can survive without having a mission to accomplish. Can he think for himself or must he always rely on someone giving him orders?

With those questions, come concerns. And because I am concerned for Heero of all people it proves that now, not only do I consider these men.. (Yes men. Not boys. We have all left childhood behind.) Not only my comrades and equals... but my friends.

I stared at the tiny screen of my palm computer as these thoughts ran through my brain and I knew that they were all leading up to one thing, or one person.

Duo.

Why is he so late, he should have been back days ago? Is he injured worse than what I saw? What had he been about to tell me? Is he mentally stable as well as physically?

Questions, questions.. That's all I ever seem to be asking myself anymore. Questions that I don't have the answer for but I torture myself trying to figure out. However the one that is plaguing me the most is wondering what that one half a sentence that Duo had been about to blurt out was...

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

That night after he left I had prayed to whatever God that is out there that he hadn't been about to say what I think he was. With that little confession everything can be shot to hell in a hand basket, because if Trowa had.... Raped him... Heero would kill him and I know that would lead to an entire bad chain of events.

One, we would be out of a pilot and we *need* all five of us to fight against the massive number of OZ forces. That could severely hinder our ability to carry out future missions and possibly ruin or diminish any chances we have of ending this war anytime soon. Two, after seeing Quatre's reaction to his father's death he might once again become unstable if he loses someone else he loves. This will lead to us losing another pilot and making our chances even smaller. Three, could possibly lead to a rapid decline in the stability of Duo's mental health. Although it would be a horrible and unforgivable thing if he had raped Duo.. It pales in comparison to us losing this war. It sounds insensitive but it's true. This is a delicate situation and the slightest fuck up could bring it to all to a head. Fuck up? I'm definitely spending too much time around Maxwell. Even as the thought crossed my mind, I couldn't help the fond smile that found it's way onto my lips at the thought of the tiny and sometimes vulgar pilot.

Sighing, I stood up and stretched, muscles cramped and weary after sitting in the same position for a number of hours. I started towards the staircase and decided to go pay Heero a little visit. He hadn't been out of his room often in the last few days and I wanted to make sure that he was okay and that he wasn't plotting to kill Trowa.. Again.

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~Heero's POV~

ImissyouIneedyouImissyoucomebacktomedon'tleavemepleaseDuodon'tbehur ttellmeconfideinmedon'tbehurtbeokaycomebackpleaseineedyouwhatdidhedotoyou?w hatdidhedo?i'llkillhimi'llkillhimi'll

The sharp rap of knuckles on the door brought me out of my daze and I blinked, somewhat surprised at the block of text that glared back at me from my laptop. How had that gotten there? Oh.. I was typing what I was thinking again... that's been happening a lot lately.

"What?" I growled at the door, hoping that whoever it was would get the hint and go away.

"Don't you think it's time you came out of your room Yuy?" It was Wufei. Again.

"Go away."

"Look there is nothing we can do until we find out exactly where Duo is so there is no point in you - "

"Go. Away."

"Don't make me break down the door Yuy."

I jumped to my feet so fast that the chair fell backwards as I crossed the room in two long strides. I yanked the door open and glowered at Wufei's impassive face. "What part of go away don't you understand?" I hissed in dangerous tones.

He sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. "Holing yourself up in here is not going to solve anything."

I smirked and leaned forward until we were almost touching. "Would you rather I go kill Barton?"

Wufei's dark eyes narrowed. "You don't know what happened between them. Don't involve yourself."

"I know goddamn well what happened. He touched Duo. He *hurt* Duo." I hissed angrily, spitting in his face and not caring.

He never flinched, but he did move closer. "If something else did happen, Duo is obviously covering it up for a reason. Don't. Involve. Yourself."

"When Trowa put his hands on Duo he involved me." I said darkly.

"Because Duo is yours?"

"Damn right."

Wufei sneered and grabbed the front of my tank top. "You say Trowa hurt Duo... but what about you?"

I shoved him backwards, eyes flashing dangerously. "What about me?"

"You hurt him all the time Yuy."

"I would never--"

"You treat him like a sex toy. You make love with him then you ignore him, you insult his intelligence and constantly question is ability to complete the mission. You treat him like he's your personal whore."

My fierce expression faltered.

{"What did you just say to me?" Duo demanded, his voice tight with barely controlled fury.

I looked up at him with a dark glare. "What I said was... 'are you fucking someone else?'"

Full red lips opened and closed for a moment, before he clenched his hands into fists, chin held up defiantly. "So what if I was."

Those five words hit me harder than any punch ever could and all of a sudden I was gripped with uncontrollable jealousy and anger at the idea of someone else touching the beautiful boy that I had claimed as my own. I strode forward and yanked him up off his feet by the front of his shirt. "What. Did. You. Just. Say." I ground out each word through clenched teeth.

"What I said was 'So what if I was.' It's none of your goddamn business who I fuck Yuy. Outside missions you barely talk to me unless you are screwing my brains out. I am not your personal whore. I can do what I want when I want, and I don't owe you not one fucking explanation. So piss off." He snarled at me angrily.

The words triggered me into a violent reaction and before I could stop myself, my fist was slamming into his jaw and he was flying backwards. I stared at him angrily. Angry because he had dared to imply he would touch someone else and angry with myself for having such a bad reaction. He stared at me with wide frightened eyes before quickly scrambling out of the room.}

"Dammit." I whispered to myself and slumped against the doorframe, cursing myself angrily. "I don't mean to.. I.." I stopped and closed my eyes.

I felt a hand rest on my shoulder and I looked up to see Wufei's concerned gaze on me. "You what?"

I took a deep breath and moved away from him, sitting on my bed and burying my face against the stiff flat pillow. "I.. don't mean to hurt him.. I just want to keep him safe. Keep him near me. I.. I care about him and I don't know how to show it but.. the idea of someone else putting their hands on him.." I shivered and closed my eyes, inhaling the fading scent of Duo's shampoo from my pillowcase. "The idea of it drives me crazy."

"You could just tell him Heero. Tell him that you care, that you're here for him and that you are sorry for the way you make him feel. They may be just words but you might be surprised at how much those words can help." Wufei said softly.

I said nothing for several moments, settling for staring at the off white wall. "I want to be alone."

"Alright. If you need anything.... just tell me and if I hear anything you'll be the first to know." I heard him close the door and I heard his footsteps as he made his way back downstairs.

I got up off the bed and stared vacantly at my laptop. It was usually so helpful.. I did all my research there.. It was stable, reliable, and dependable. But now it couldn't even help me find the one thing that mattered more to me than anything else. The one thing that I took advantage of.. The one thing I abused.

"DAMMIT!" I slammed my fist into the monitor and threw the useless black machine against the wall. "DAMN YOU!" I shouted at no one in particular and slammed my fist into the wall repeatedly, not even stopping when blood started to gush from my knuckles. "Damn you for making me care!" I began pummeling the wall with both fists, taking out all my frustration on the defenseless wall.

After awhile I dropped to the floor and buried my face in blood covered hands. "Fuck everything else... fuck Trowa... fuck the missions.. I don't care.. Just come back to me Duo. I'll make it up to you... just come back to me and be okay..."

And then I did something completely foreign to me, something I had never done before.

I cried.

TBC

I hope that was okay ^^;