Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sleeping With Soldiers ❯ Won't You Come Back?... ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3

I'm not even going to bother typing anything here besides this: If I owned Gundam Wing, would I be writing fanfiction and be posting it here for you guys to read? Damn right I would be! But I still don't own them anyways. Damn…

The only warning I can think of here is that one pairing change. 3x1 becomes 1x13. Kinda. And that this is the last chapter in this story. The story itself is rated R just because there is some death in it. I didn't think a lemon fit in here. The epilogue is still to come though! That's it!

Bold=Lyrics

I screeched into Treize's driveway and pulled up in front of a massive house. Running through the doorway, I saw my love sitting on a small armchair in a grand livingroom. Sitting across from him in a large wingback chair, was Treize They were drinking wine, and talking. Talking. Like actually having a conversation. I wiped my eyes, and stepped into the room.

I hoped that you might find me here

And I could learn to smile again

And as a balm for these wounds

Take away the sting

"Trowa?" Asked Treize. "What are you doing here?! Don't come any closer. Heero doesn't want to see you anymore. He's come to me for..consolation. He needed comfort, and knew where to get it."

I was furious. I couldn't believe that the man, whom I had shown complete trust and love in, had left me for Treize. I was shaking and almost in tears.

"Trowa?" Heero had stood up and walked towards me. He was just inches away from my face. I could feel his hot breath on my face, and it felt like fire burning through my soul. "I can't love you anymore." He said flatly. "I don't want to be with someone who tries to change who I am. Treize likes me the way I am. Soldier or not. Apparently, you couldn't see past the outside things."

He stepped away and over to Treize, where he held his arms out for Heero. He held him tightly against his chest and I felt like I had invaded their privacy. Much the opposite though. I had come prepared for this. I reached behind my back and found the revolver I kept there. Pulling it out, I aimed at Treize.

"What do you think you're going to do with that?" Asked Treize. Bold words from a man minutes from death. "Surely you're not going to shoot me. Trowa, we can work this out…"

"No we can't!!" My own volume shocked me. "I cannot just give up on someone I have worked too hard to love! Heero, I will love you the way you are. Please. No more drugs, no more seminars to help get over the aggresion. I will love you and live with you just the way you are. Please. I can't go on without you."

"Trowa?" He asked. "Why do you love me?"

He sounded like a lost child. I wanted so badly to hold and comfort him. "I love you because you're Heero Yuy. Because you're a fast thinking pilot. Because I have noone else to love…" I was crying now, and I couldn't have cared less. Let them see me cry. I was only human too. I noticed that when I had pulled my gun, Treize had unholstered his own as well. He now pointed it at me and stepped closer.

"You think you can take the only thing that means anything to me?! I love him! Heero loves me! I will not let you take him away. Not in this lifetime anyway."

Lifting the gun to eye level, Treize cocked it and smiled.

"If I can't have Heero, then you can't have him either." I vaguely recall hearing a loud bang, and the hard floor meeting my face. There was another loud shot, and Treize's lifeless body joined mine on the cold wood floor. Heero was on me in an instant.

"Trowa!! I didn't mean the things I said! Treize made me say them. He threatened to kill me if I didn't." Heero explained. "I just wanted to see you again…" I croaked out. He was crying now, deep, heartful wails that reverberated in the huge room. I didn't feel any pain, just a deep throbbing below my breastbone. Heero pressed down on me to try to staunch the blood, but there was just so much. He ran for the phone and dialed emergency. Hanging it up, he stepped back over to me and lifted me up onto his lap. He held me tight.

And as the band did play your body I did cradle

I should have known that song would have to end

I heard music playing on a stereo somewhere in the room. Chopin. Heero's favourite. Sirens soon joined the chorus and I blacked out. Everything seemed so right then. The paramedics came and took me away. Heero couldn't go with them. He sat and cried in that dark livingroom all night, hoping beyond hope that I would be all right. Time will tell Heero. Time will tell.

A/N~One more chapter to go! The epilogue, whatever that means. You'll soon see if Trowa lives, or if he joins Shinigami (the god) in Hell. //_~