Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Profile ❯ Heartbroken ( One-Shot )

Disclaimer: *twitches and moans* I don't... own... Gundam Wing. Please... refrain from suing.

This is a sequel to an earlier songfic by me, call 'The Profile'. You can read it at my website, www.bluefiction.com, or you can go straight to my profile (^up there, the link that says 'Goddess Blue'^), and find it in my stories posted. The point is, this story isn't going to make much sense unless you read the other first, so please do. ^.^;;

Now then, if you've gone and done that, please enjoy. I'm not sure that, in the end, this one makes a whole lot of sense, I've been trying something a little different with this little mini arc here. It all comes down to my love of Sheryl Crow and my need to delve a little deeper into the settings of my stories, than the actual stories themselves. So slow. Hmm.

Heartbroken

Sequel to 'The Profile' by Goddess Blue

The floorboards creaked, and Wufei didn't bother to look up from his mission specs. He was alone in the safe house, since Heero and Duo were off on a mission and Quatre and Trowa were in a completely different location. In fact, Heero and Duo would be returning to spend the rest of the month with the rich little blond and his lover, and Wufei would be joining them shortly after.

Wufei was on a mission of his own right now, and the ominous creak of the floorboards revealed that it was about to begin.

"Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me, General?"

Wufei allowed himself to look up into the captivating gaze of Treize Kushrenada, then allowed a soft smile to float over his lips. His eyes passed suggestively over the sculpted muscle of the older man before they rolled away. Treize was wearing his best suit, (though personally, Wufei thought that they were all his best suits), a rose tucked in his lapel, dress boots shining freshly, hair neatly combed. If Heero Yuy was a Perfect Soldier, then Treize Kushrenada was an Impeccable Commander.

Wufei neatly folded his mission specs and gestured for Treize to turn around. Treize's eyes grew shuttered when he realized that Wufei simply didn't trust him anymore.

"Welcome to my humble abode, General." Wufei's voice had him turning around again, and Treize sucked in a breath as he watched Wufei set a black hair tie on his bedside table. His hair was unbound now, and it framed his angular face wildly. Treize fought to regain control of himself, and wondered for a moment what he was doing there.

When intelligence had come through with the wherabouts of a hideaway near Treize's present location, he'd left with little warning to his inferiors, and headed straight for the little building hidden in the middle of nowhere. He'd driven there, not even bothering to be quiet, knowing that any way he came to the place, he'd be caught. It was a trap.

Heero Yuy did not fuck up. He would never fuck up enough to let OZ know where they were, unless it was a trap.

Wufei stepped over to him, bringing with him that fresh, spicy scent he'd always carried. Treize had told himself during the course of their relationship that he'd been merely playing with the boy to get dearly needed information, he knew that Gundam Pilots would be able to withstand OZ torture.

They didn't talk unless they wanted to.

But then Wufei's icy eyes told him what he'd been dreading to discover, that there was no chance left for them now, and Treize allowed himself to acknowledge the truth. He may have been using the young Chinese boy, but in the end, he'd fallen in love.

He was brought back to the present by Wufei's sardonically amused voice, "what are you doing here, Treize? Did you require more information? Or did you just want a quick fuck?"

Treize winced, "That's not-"

"Fair?"

Treize looked away, eyes resting on the little black hair tie on the bedside table. Wufei snorted and reached around, fingers clutching at Treize's chin and yanking his eyes back around to him.

"Look at me while I pass judgement, Kushrenada."

Treize's eyes narrowed and met unwavering onyx. "I did what I had to do, 'Fei."

"That's Wufei to you. Or Pilot 05. Or better yet, stranger. I would rather be your stranger, Treize, than you're Fei." Wufei dropped his hand as they squared off against each other, but Treize paused for a moment, looked down and slumped into a defeated pose. So unlike him, Wufei noted.

"I didn't come here to fight, Wufei."

"Oh? What did you come here for?"

Treize looked away again and Wufei let out another disgusted snort. "Let me guess. You're here to apologize-"

Yes.

"-to ask me to consider taking you back-"

Please.

"-to tell me that you love me, and that you didn't mean to hurt me."

Please, God.

"You can't even look me in the eye! Do you want your consolation prize, Kushrenada?"

Treize's eyes slid shut, and he didn't flinch when a slick whoosh sounded in the tiny room. Cold steel pressed against his throat.

"You, are my enemy-"

-a quick intake of air-

"-you are in my territory, and it is my duty, my honor, and my privelege to rid the world of you."

There was a moment of silence as Wufei tried to contain his fury, tap it down into something manageable, and then Treize's eyes opened and met his.

And he tilted his head back, offering his throat to his enemy, their gazes locked.

Then came the nearly silent sound of a blade being sheathed, and Treize blinked in confusion. Wufei stood, facing away from him, near the window, soft moonlight casting a glow about him. He looked eerily beautiful, and Treize cursed himself fluently for never appreciating the beauty within the boy that he'd so maliciously crushed.

The soft pitter of raindrops were the only sounds to break the night, and the soft ease of the floorboards at Treize shifted brought Wufei out of his reverie.

"Get out, Kushrenada. I don't ever want to see you anywhere but the battlefield again."

And that, was all that could be said.

Soft footsteps carried the General out of the house well before Wufei slumped to the floor beside his small bed, hand searching the surface of his bedside table for his hairband, fingers closing finally around the thorns of a longstemmed, blood-red rose, heart clutching at the fresh memory of the look in Treize's eyes as he offered up his life in repentence.

Heartbroken.