Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Elements ❯ Chapter 20 ( Chapter 20 )

Disclaimer: Neither Gundam Wing nor its characters are mine. They are the property of their respective owners. Rhys (when he shows up) is not mine. He is the property of Laurel K. Hamilton. The Sidhe, the way I use them, are Laurel K. Hamilton's interpretation of the faeries from mythology. If I use Hands of Power, which I might, they are the creation of Laurel K. Hamilton, too.

Pairings: 2x1 (eventually), 6+1, 5+1, implied 3+4, R+H, H+9+H, others to be named Rating: NC-17, probably Warnings: AU, OOC, probably lemon, semi Duo- bastardization (don't worry, he gets over it), I should probably add angst, NICE RELENA Chapter 18, 3x1 lemon, but don't worry, it's just sex.

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The Elements

Chapter 20

Oberon walked onto the junior floor, sans shirt, and all eyes turned to look at him. He smirked at the humans, secure in the knowledge that they would do anything to get in his pants. Oberon strode over to the boy that Heero had labeled as "Big and Bulky"; he wanted to have a little fun, a this boy was just what he needed.

"Hey," Oberon said, smiling his sexiest smile up at the taller boy. Several nearby freshman swooned at the sight. "I was just wondering if you still wanted to go on that "date"."

Big and Bulky's jaw dropped in surprise before he recovered his composure. "I would love to," he said. "Would Friday be good for you?"

"No," Oberon said, shaking his head. "Today would be much better. Be outside my door in fifteen minutes." Oberon watched, amused, as the boy who could, seemingly, break him in half nod at his every word. "By the way, what's your name?"

"Ira," Big and Bulky said, eyes never leaving the expanse of Oberon's exposed chest.

"Okay, Ira. You do have a car, right?" Oberon asked. He laughed at the look in Ira's eyes; the one that said he would *get* a car if he didn't have one, even if he had to murder a family of four, their grandmother, arthritic cat, and mailman to do so. "I'll take that as a yes."

He turned from Ira and walked to his room, no one noticing that he didn't use a key to open the locked door.

"Remember, Ira, fifteen minutes," Oberon said, blowing said boy a kiss before going in and closing the door.

***

Quatre looked at his friend sullenly. He sat down beside Wufei and put his arm across his back.

"I don't know why you're so upset," Quatre said. Wufei gave him a weird look, and he corrected himself. "Okay, I do know why you're upset; I just wish you weren't. Heero is obviously not good enough for you. He's a few fries short of a Happy Meal(1) if he truly believes you did that, and he's a horrible person if he doesn't, after what he said to you. There is no way you would *ever* ruin someone's reputation like that--even if you did have sex with him, you wouldn't advertise it. That wouldn't fit into your views of truth, justice, and the honorable way. Anybody who knows you knows that you wouldn't--you couldn't--do something like that."

"I know, I know," Wufei said, looking anywhere but at Quatre. His eyes were bloodshot from crying earlier, and Quatre knew he was embarrassed at showing such a weakness. "I just wish I knew who did it, so I could prove to Heero that it wasn't me."

"Actually..." Quatre hesitated. Duo had seemed to think that Milliardo had something to do with it, but Quatre wasn't sure if he wanted to tell Wufei that. Despite his many, many character flaws, Milliardo was his brother. And he loved him. He wasn't sure what Wufei would do when he found out that it had been Milliardo, Pedophile Extraordinare, who broke up him and Heero. In the end, blood wasn't thicker than friendship. "Actually, Wufei, I might know who did it."

Wufei immediately jerked his head to look at Quatre. "Who?" he demanded.

The look in Wufei's eyes--the one promising a slow, agonizing death to the person or persons responsible for the poster--made Quatre regret his decision to tell Wufei that it was Milliardo. "Well, um, I'm not even sure that he had anything to do with it, but um, the way Duo said it made me think that maybe, just *maybe*, it was him--not Duo, the other guy, and um..." Quatre babbled. "Just the way Duo said it made me think that it might've been, that it could've been, that it *was*..."

"Damnit, Winner! Who did this?" Wufei said. "Who was--"

"Milliardo," Quatre whispered. "I'm not sure, but I think it was Milliardo."

That was enough for Wufei, as Quatre had known it would be. If Quatre had been Wufei, and Trowa been Heero, he would have done the exact same thing, only with lots of blood and dismembered body parts. As it was, Quatre sat helplessly on Wufei's bed as Wufei went to find Milliardo, possibly to kill him.

***

Relena ran as fast as she could toward the boys' campus, as it was closer to the grove than the girls' was. The classroom buildings were closer than the dorms, but she passed them up because they were always locked on Sundays. Finally, she reached a building that wasn't locked.

"He-help me!" she gasped as she stumbled into the lobby of the K-5 dorm. "Somebody call 911!"

"What's wrong?" an elderly lady asked, coming over to Relena from behind the front desk.

Relena grabbed onto the woman's arm. "Trowa's...hurt...woods," she said between mouthfuls of air. She suddenly remembered seeing another man, passed out, near Trowa. "Someone else...hurt...unconcious...Trowa wasn't breathing...Duo with him...Call an ambulance!"

The woman--Debra Woods, according to her nametag--seemed to understand what Relena was saying, or at least, that there was something wrong. Ms. Woods went to back behind the desk, where she picked up the phone and called someone.

Relena let her exhausted body take over when she heard the words: "Yes, this is an emergency." She collapsed to the floor, her mind blank, sent into the peaceful oblivion.

Selune