Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sunrise ❯ Evening ( Chapter 6 )

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"Evening"

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Trowa, Heero, and Wufei suddenly stood silent as Duo and Quatre made their
silent entrance. Quatre was carrying Duo's luggage bag, while Duo wore a
white bandage wrapped around his left elbow. Without looking to the other
three, the two quietly made their way up the stairs towards the American
pilot's room. No indication was given whether or not they noticed the
conflicting trio standing beside the window, Trowa still holding a bloodied
napkin up to his face.

"He's here, Barton. Do it," snapped Wufei, rapidly turning to face the uni-
banged pilot. Hesitantly, Trowa looked up at him with his visible eye.
Heero folded his arms over his chest, taking a step back from the tall boy.
If it were not for the other two arriving, he most likely would've had
Trowa pinned to the ground, giving him a beating like never before.

"... When he comes back downstairs," replied Trowa his voice sounding dead.
Slowly, he drew himself up off the floor, dropping his stained with blood
napkin to the floor. Wufei shook his head and sighed, and then all three
pilots turned their gazes to the stairs, waiting for the other two to
arrive once again. The sound of the ticking clock atop the wall began
ticking loudly; giving the air a heavy feeling of oppressed anxiousness,
just like the day Duo walked in on Trowa and Heero...

Close to two hours had passed since Quatre carried Duo's luggage bag up to
his room with him. The three waiting pilots settled themselves quietly in
the living room furniture: Wufei once again in his favorite recliner, Trowa
on the couch, and Heero sitting in the other recliner to Trowa's left. If
the clock on the wall hadn't been ticking away time loud enough before, it
had been now. None of the boys spoke a word; hardly a sound except for
light breathing was emitted from them. Trowa's heart seemed to beat
heavily with each loud tick from the clock, each second becoming a heavy
burden of guilt that continued to weigh down upon him. He noticed that
Quatre gave no indication whether or not he noticed him, as with Duo.
Usually, the smaller boy would greet Trowa, occasionally throwing his arms
around him in a welcoming gesture. That evening, however, he did neither.

"So what's goin' on tonight?"

All three pilots in the living room ripped their gazes to the stairs, only
to find Duo casually stepping down them, two at a time. He had one hand
sliding down the rail as he walked, his other dangling loosely at his side.
He looked at each of the three pilots, his eyes in search of the answer to
the heavy silence.

"I'm serious; what's goin' on? I've been out for a few days, so I wanna
know," he said, now standing at the foot of the stairs. He had one hand
still upon the rail of the stairs, his formally dangling arm now firmly
resting its hand upon his slim hip. His eyes scanned the three occupants
of the living room once more; his only answer was that of empty stares and
silence.

"I hope Trowa told Quatre," Duo began, as he lifted up his hand from the
rail and placed it underneath his chin, as if thinking. Abruptly, he tore
his hand away and shook his head, purposely.

"No... No he didn't. Idiot led poor Quatre onto thinking everything was
all right; that everything was perfectly fine," he continued, turning his
gaze to Trowa, his eyes narrowing gradually, "even enough to take Quatre's
body."

Wufei and Heero turned their stares temporarily to Trowa, who had torn his
gaze from Duo to his hands in his lap.

"That's pretty selfish, don'cha think? Leading on an innocent man in this
corrupted game of sin... What the hell is this place? A fucking whore
house?"

Trowa continued to stare uncomfortably at his fiddling fingers, while Heero
closed his eyes for a moment. Their actions told Wufei that the burden of
guilt was now starting to weigh upon them; even more so than it had been
before. Duo had strayed from the stairs to the middle of the living room,
now standing before all three pilots. He had both hands placed on either
side of his hips.

"Quatre doesn't need this... He doesn't need to be treated this way;
doesn't need to be used. He needs someone who can be there for him and
-only- him. He needs that one person who can stand loyally by his side,
only giving him that special attention that no one else can give him.
Apparently," Duo once again cast his eyes to the guilt ridden Trowa, "he
hasn't found that person yet."

"Thanks to a coward, though, Quatre now knows the full story of what
happened," all three pilots' eyes grew wide, "in detail."

"You TOLD him?!" asked Wufei, in shock. Duo nodded his head, unfolding his
arms and placing one at his hip again, another idly waving about in the air
in front of him.

"No one else did, and I just kinda... blurted it out," he said, looking up
to the ceiling, purposely avoiding the angered Chinese's glare. Heero
silently shook his head, as Trowa suddenly drew his knees up to his chest
and hugged them tightly. Through Duo's casual words, his world suddenly
came crashing down. He knew it was going to be bad; he -knew- he should've
been the one to tell Quatre. Duo was right, though. He was a coward, and
a selfish one at that.

"What'd he say?" asked Wufei, sitting up in the recliner now. Duo turned
his look back down to him, then rested his free hand on his other hip once
again.

"He said-"

"Stop it!"

Duo and Wufei looked to the couch, where Trowa had his hands held tightly
over his ears. He had his eyes tightly closed, his knees still drawn up to
his chest.

"I... I don't want to know!" he blurted, slowly releasing his ears and
gradually opening his eyes. Wufei gritted his teeth slightly and tightened
a fist, bringing it up slowly.

"Why the hell didn't you just-"

"Don't be angry with him, Wufei. I made him tell me."

At the soft, timid voice, the four pilots occupying the living room
suddenly turned their gazes up to the stairs. There, gradually making his
way down towards the others step by nervous step, Quatre made his way down
to his companions. They all watched him cautiously; as if he were going to
suddenly break into something unpredictable.

"I made him tell me, it's not his fault," he repeated, walking up to Duo's
side, finally. He bore an expression that would fit one who was physically
exhausted; he was pale, he walked about sluggishly, and his eyes looked...
empty.

"I'm... really disappointed in everyone for keeping this a secret from me,"
he said, his voice light and shaky. His sea blue eyes were focused onto
the carpet of the floor, one hand reaching out to find Duo's. At the
gesture, Duo took his hand and held it tightly.

"... Especially you, Trowa," he whispered, his eyes sliding up from the
carpet to the brunette on the couch. Trowa quickly hugged his knees again.

"I can't believe you... You out of everyone else... You, the one who was
supposed to be mine..." Quatre said, his grip upon Duo's hand loosening,
gradually. Trowa turned his head away, looking instead at the wall that
held the clock. He could barely hear its ticking anymore.

"Trowa... You said you loved me... You said that I was the only one for
you..." the blonde continued, his fingers forcing themselves away from Duo.
He took a step forward towards the pilot on the couch, the other three
pilot's eyes locked intensely on the two.

"You used to tell me, everyday, 'I love you', even when we were
separated... I should've figured out that something was wrong... How could
I have ever been so blind? How could I have fallen into your trap so
easily? Trowa, how could you do this to me?" he said, his voice slowly
breaking. His eyes were clouded with near-falling tears.

"I gave you my heart, Trowa... I gave you something I never gave anyone
else in this universe... I gave you my trust, my body, my love... And yet,
you go and do this? While I was still thinking of you, nonetheless! How
could you just take all that I have given you and just casually toss it
over your shoulder? How could you -ever- do that? Wasn't I giving you
enough? Did you want more? Why didn't you tell me? There wasn't anything
in the -world- I wouldn't have done for you, Trowa... Not a damn thing... I
would've gotten you anything you wanted, given you everything you needed...
and yet, you take my heart and rip it to shreds..." the blonde now had
heavy tears falling rapidly down his delicate cheeks.

"You said you loved me... You said that I was your soul mate; that we
belonged together... You said that there was nothing in this universe that
could ever rip us apart! You said that our relationship survived this long
because we were meant for each other..." Trowa had his arms wound tightly
around his knees, his face buried in them. His shoulders were shaking,
violently.

"Trowa, this hurts," Quatre's voice began to choke up, "it hurts... so
much... Everything... Just about my whole world, shattered... bits and
pieces of those glasses shards are piercing my heart, stabbing into its
flesh and allowing it to bleed everything it once had..."

Trowa started to sob.

"I gave you my heart... You held it in your hands... But I want it back,
Trowa... It needs to be repaired..."

"Why... Why is everyone against me on this?"

All four pilots turned to the sobbing Trowa, whose face was still buried in
his arms.

"Can't you all try to see this from my point of view? From what I see?" he
continued. Silence ensured his statement, allowing him to continue.

"I wanted to be with Quatre all the time... But we were always so busy... I
know it's selfish, to want you to be there with me twenty four seven,
but... That's what I wanted... Over this past month, I wanted you to be
with me... so much... but either I was gone, or you were gone... Then, I
started to notice Heero... I was around Heero more then Quatre, and I... I
began..." Trowa's voice began to break, as did Quatre's earlier.

"I began... To fall for him..." he choked out. Quatre was heard releasing
a faint gasp, before breaking into sobs.

"I'm so sorry, Quatre... I don't deserve you..." said Trowa, burying his
head into his arms again. Quatre turned around and grasped onto Duo's
shirt tightly, burying his face in his chest.

"This hurts, Duo... It hurts too much..." said the blonde between his sobs.
Duo slowly wrapped his arms around him, running a hand through his hair.

"I know it does, Quatre... I know..."

Heero and Wufei continued to watch the display before them, the pain in
Heero's heart and mind returning, as Wufei bit his lip to silence himself.
He was the silent witness; he had no say-so in this act...

~*~

'FLIGHT 075 IS READY FOR LOADING ALL PASSENGERS PLEASE REPORT TO GATE 19'

"Well, that's your flight..."

"Yeah..."

"How long are you going to stay?"

"As long as it takes you to forgive me... I'll stay away forever if you
wish..."

"Trowa..."

"Duo, take care of him, please..."

"Y'got it, Tro."

Trowa grabbed his small, black backpack and made his way towards the gate
area. Soon, he disappeared into the crowd of passengers, all going to
their own destinations. Duo pulled Quatre closer and kissed his forehead
lightly.

"Ready to go?" he asked. Quatre shook his head, and then planted a small
kiss upon Duo's lips.

"Not yet, love... I want to see Trowa's shuttle leave... It may be the last
time I'll ever see him..."

"I understand... I did the same thing yesterday at Heero's departure..."

"Oh, I'm so sorry I wasn't there for that... What did he say?"

"The same thing Trowa said, love... The same, damn thing..."