Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Visions of the Summers of our Pasts ❯ Cwrddyd ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Visions of the summers of our pasts

 

Author: Last of Princes, Llewellynprince

 

Chapter 2: Cwrddyd

 

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If you try to follow me, I might just let you, but only because I love you.

 

 

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Preventers HQ

 

Une walked through the halls of the Preventers main headquarters in Sanc, buried in files and wondering why she wasn't looking at a hospital bill for Agent Jason who'd been injured on the mission with the Gundam Pilots.

 

They'd said he'd been seriously injured and required immediate surgery but so far she hadn't heard anything other then what they'd told her.

 

She frowned. She'd called Jason's training agent, a close personal friend of hers to let him know what happened and it had not been pleasant.

 

The kid had better be two steps away from dead, Une thought, for them to take things into their own hands like that.

 

She only allowed one person in Preventers to take those kinds of liberties in any kind of situation and he wasn't on Earth at the moment.

 

She sighed and headed toward the elevators; waiting impatiently for the doors to open.

 

When they did and she looked up and smiled at the young agent stepping off the elevator. Agent Jason nodded to her in return as he stepped off the elevator.

 

Agent Jason who looked none the worse for wear.

 

Une frowned.

 

Agent Jason who smiled and looked up at her cheerfully from under dark brown bangs.

 

“Lady Une, what's up? I just came by to grab my bag before I head home.”

 

Une stared at him blankly for a moment. “Uh…”

 

Agent Jason gave her a confused look and shifted nervously.

 

Une frowned. “How are you feeling Agent Jason?” She asked as things began to come together.

 

“Fine. Why?”

 

“They released you from the hospital?”

 

He frowned. “Uh, I was never at the hospital.” The young agent's eyes widened as Une's eye started twitching.

 

“Really?” Une voice took on a decidedly cold edge and Agent Jason paled.

 

He swallowed and nodded. Stepping aside quickly when she stormed onto the elevator.

 

He could smell blood in the air.

 

 

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Sanc Hospital

 

 

Heero sat calmly in the stark white hospital room. The others were standing around. All dressed in Preventer uniforms, looking calm and professional and hiding the turmoil that had brought about this meeting.

 

Quatre stood by the window, they were only on the second floor, and if Duo used the front entrance he'd be able to see him.

 

That is, if he recognized him.

 

It had been a long time, almost ten years.

 

Since then.

 

Since the fight.

 

Quatre shuddered. He could still remember that horrible fight.

 

The horrible, stupid fight. Quatre glanced around the room, eyeing the others. Out of all of them, Heero was the one most vested in that fight, he'd been the one who'd called Duo out on his mistake and plainly put it that the botched rescue mission and dead hostage were Duo's fault. And while Trowa and Wufei had been quick to agree, they hadn't been nearly as vocal about the situation as Heero had been. Duo's jokes about Heero finally talking and opening up hadn't calmed the Japanese pilot's temper at all and the fact that he'd been making jokes at a time like that had only alienated the other pilots more.

 

But Quatre was different.

 

Quatre who was pretty sure that Duo had had some profound reason that none of them could figure out for fucking up the mission. He'd been blatantly obvious that it had been on purpose.

 

Well, it was more accurate to say he prayed that Duo had some profound reason.

 

But still, it had nagged at Quatre for almost ten years and it was the only reason he'd agreed to this plan. Personally he didn't think ambushing Duo was going to work but he'd been out voted and refused to stay out of it.

 

He sighed and looked around.

 

Trowa was standing quietly to his left, eyes on the door, calm expression on his face.

 

Wufei was standing next to the bed, resting his hip against the metal rail, face blank.

 

Trieze and Zechs were leaning against the wall, off to the side. Planning on staying out of the discussion, they'd only come to insure that no one killed each other.

 

And Heero. Heero sat in the middle of the room, in an uncomfortable hospital chair and stared at his hands.

 

Quatre didn't need his empathetic abilities to tell that Heero had some mixed emotions over what had happened ten years ago. And `some' and `mixed' where understatements from what he was picking up.

 

He sighed and wondered, how the hell had things come to this?

 

They should have gone after him, all those years ago, they shouldn't have let him walk out of the house with nothing but `Later' and a wave.

 

They should have grabbed him and tied him to the chair when he tried to resist and told him that he was one of them, always would be, even if he made the occasional mistake.

 

But they'd been too stubborn. Too foolish.

 

And Quatre couldn't help but think they deserved their doubts and insecurities.

 

 

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Duo sighed as he stepped off the elevator hospital on the second floor. Preventer Agent Aizen Jason was listed in room 2134. He checked the guide on the wall and headed down the hall.

 

It had been almost 10 years since he'd set foot in the Sanc Kingdom, preferring to spend the last 10 years in space and on L2. He hadn't seen anyone from Preventers out side of the team on L2 since he'd left Earth and he'd gone out of his way to stay out of their way and out of politics.

 

He was happy with his garage and his students and more then content to spend the rest of his life there.

 

But of course things never worked out the way you wanted them too. The first student he'd passed had joined the Sanc Preventers and gotten shot on assignment with the other Gundam Pilots. After he'd specifically warned Une not to let him work with them.

 

God and things had been going so good too.

 

God hated him. That was the only way to explain this, he hated him. And the feeling was pretty mutual at the moment.

 

“Always, always stick with Shinigami,” Duo muttered under his breath, stomping through the hallway. Several nurses scurried out of the way due to the thunder cloud over the braided man's head. “Goddamn bad luck…” he stopped in front of room 2134 and took a deep breath, then frowned.

 

He squinted, looking through the window. The curtains were pulled but the sunlight from the outside windows cast the room in shadows, revealing several people scattered around the room and no one in the hospital bed.

 

Duo frowned, who the hell-wait, one, two, three, five, six-god-fucking-dammit!

 

It was them!

 

Those tricky bastards.

 

There were six people in the room, which mean Heero, Trowa, Quatre, Wufei plus Zechs and Trieze, no Jason which meant he probably wasn't injured as bad as he'd heard, but that led to the question of why Une had lied.

 

Duo knew the woman well enough to know that she wouldn't have lied unless she thought it was absolutely necessary and if she needed him on Earth that badly he would have come. Which led to suspicions that Une had been lied to as well.

 

Damn but Heero and the others were just racking them up today.

 

He spun on his heel to leave and stopped mid step.

 

Why?

 

It had been ten years, why try to contact him now?

 

He dug his cell phone out of his pocket and punched in speed dial seven. The phone picked up halfway through the first ring.

 

“I didn't know. I only found out five minutes ago and I've been trying find out what's going on.”

 

“And?” Duo glanced back through the window to make sure they were still there and to make sure none of them had noticed him.

 

“And nothing, this is either completely out of the blue caused by something in their personal lives or something to do with the case they just closed.”

 

“Is there any way they could have known I trained Aizen?”

 

“No, I fabricated his entire personnel file. The only thing that's real is his last name and it's so common I would have found out what they were doing before they found out anything.”

 

“Damn.”

 

“Is there anything special about the date April 20th?”

 

Duo paused. “Hitler's birthday. Bunch of massacres.”

 

“Anything more up to date.”

 

Sarcasm lovely. “Um, oh wait, I think that might have been the day we had the big fight. Right before I left.”

 

“Hmmm.”

 

“Why?”

 

“It was doodled all over their notepads.”

 

“You went through their desks?”

 

Une snorted. “They work for me and I was not democratically elected. As far as they're concerned anything in that building is mine.”

 

Duo snorted. “Nice to see you're still such a freedom fighter.”

 

“I could say the same for you.”

 

“Whatever, have you seen Aizen?”

 

“Yes, he's fine, tired and a bit bruised but that's it. He went home.”

 

Duo bit his lip and checked the window again. “Alright.”

 

“What are you going to do?”

 

He frowned.

 

“Alright, call me when its over, you can stay at my place.”

 

“Alright, I talk to you soon.”

 

“Good luck.”

 

“Yeah, right, not with the ways things are going for me lately.”

 

Une snorted and hung up. Turning off the causeway and heading home.

 

She should probably get her first aid kit out too, just in case.

 

…diwedd…

 

Yeah, I don't think I like this chapter, but it's necessary. The next one will be better.