Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Wilderness ❯ Treize ( Chapter 9 )

 

Wilderness

By Dentelle_Noir

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, duh. Don't you find this as redundant as I? I hope so.

 

Warning: Eventual yaoi. Man bashing.

 

NOTE: I'm giving Wilderness a bit of a re-haul and edit! Mostly from the middle on arethe larger changes, but the earlier chapters have more format and minor wording changes. Look for new chapters soon, though!

 

 

Chapter nine: Treize

 

The noise and confusion abounded on this trip, obviously. They had just been camping out, their mysterious guest, Mr. Sexy Forest Ranger Trowa Barton was the talk of the trip. Then didn't some maniac with a braid and a scary looking Japanese guy come into the picture. The manly-men had a field day when they kissed. It was morbidly hilarious to see them twisted in disgust and not able to do anything about it since Milly was standing within and `accidentally' nailed the first one to comment with his steel toed boots. At least they were friends of Trowa, so it could be looked upon as one great big surprise instead of a whole lot of craziness rolled into one fucked up trip!

 

Finally getting to be able to settle with the new additions and all the hell they brought, Quatre was ready to just let it all settle to the back of his mind. But a sound behind him caught his attention. What now!

 

The bushes parted to reveal a tall, regal man, his bearing much the same as Milly. The man had short copper hair, swept back out of his handsomely classic face, save a few rogue strands. He wore a white turtle neck under a vest made of the same water-resistant, quick drying material almost everything the boys wore was made from, save his looked just more... Crisp. No matter what, even in the same basic outfit Heero and Trowa wore his just looked more crisp and classic.

 

He took stock of the group amassed near the edge of the clearing, and gave a charming relieved smile at seeing Trowa seated there safe and sound.

 

Then his eyes fell on Wufei, and he grinned ever brighter. Stepping regally fast, almost bounding, without the bounce that Duo gave the act, and more decorum, he bee-lined straight for the Chinese boy.

 

Wufei's eyes winded for a second, almost happily, then turned angry split seconds later. So quick Quatre would've completely missed it, had he not been looking and gotten to know Wufei already.

 

The tall man quickly invaded the Chinese boy's personal space, and hooked his thumbs into the belt loops of Wufei's pants, his dashing smile never wavering. "I missed you, my little Dragon." He spoke with love and leant down to capture Wufei's lips with his own. Molding the smaller Chinese boy against him and massaging his bare hips with his thumbs to relax the youth.

 

Quatre knew something was wrong the second he touched him, Wufei's shoulder's tensed and back snapped rigid. His arm sprung up from hanging casually docile at his side and swung.

 

SLAP.

 

Wufei was as far back as he could recline from the copper haired man, his eyes ablaze with fury and his open palmed hand still crossed from the smack directly across the other man's face. He began to wriggle out of the larger man's grasp on his hips almost viciously, still snarling.

 

But what seemed most odd was the copper-haired man's look of pure astonishment and confusion.

 

He let Wufei go immediately, his hands coming up at his sides raised into the air in surrender and eyes wide with confusion. "Dragon? What? Baby?" He tried to grasp at words, even his aristocratic bearing obviously not supplying him with something more descriptive.

 

"Don't you ever call me that again, you prick!" Wufei snarled, his body tense like a coiling snake ready to strike, his lip twisted in a disgusted snarl. Quatre though he'd seen pissed when Wufei was pummeling Jerry, but right now, Quatre knew that had been just the tip of the iceberg.

 

"Did something happen, Dragon? Are you all right? What's wrong? Baby, I- I don't understand, Fei." The older man asked bewildered at the reaction.

 

"Fucking asshole jerk!!" Wufei bellowed, then he arched back, hip out and pissed, looking like a woman about to bitch out, "Did something Happen?" He mimicked with a cynical snarl, "How dare you!! You're Fucking right something happened!! Did you think I was an idiot, Treize! Like I wouldn't find out!! I've never been more embarrassed-- I thought you had the decency!"

 

Wufei took a few steps back to give him hand-flailing room while continuing to scream to high heavens. "I though you had the decency that if you didn't want to be with me you would at least BREAK UP WITH ME, FIRST!!!! Hell, Treize. It would've been better for you to break up with my god dammed answering machine than to screw around on me behind my BACK!!"

 

By then, everyone's mouth was hanging agape in horror and intrigue. Quatre felt a wave of burning hatred of Treize, just because of how upset he had made Wufei. So this was the boyfriend that gave Wufei the shirt and got him to wear it. And he was cheating on Wufei. What a jerk!

 

"I knew you were a flirt, but really Trey!" Wufei continued, "How could you!!! And with UNE!!" He screamed the name with such revolution Quatre would've thought it was some dirty swear.

 

Treize stood just shocked and mouth flapping in protest, but nothing coming out. Then Wufei had to stop for a breath. "She's our Boss!" Treize retorted in bewilderment, not understanding a word.

 

"AND SHE'S a WOMAN!!! A fucking WOMAN!! I never thought you the type to go BOTH WAYS!! And with your BOSS!!! I can't believe you!! I would've never thought you would do something so... so... DISHONOURABLE!!!" And with that Wufei seemed finished, him shutting his mouth tightly and turning to leave, flames practically radiating off him.

 

But Treize caught his arm before he got one good stomp in, and turned him to face him. "I didn't! I swear, Wufei! I love you! I'd never!" He could tell Wufei wasn't buying one word.

 

"Milly?" Treize turned pleading eyes to the group leader who was right there, "I wouldn't! You know I never would!"

 

"You're my best friend, Trey." Milly said grimly, his face serious and upset as well, "I know she's been flirting with you, and all. I never thought you would either. But I was fucking There! Standing right beside Fei! We both saw you with our own two eyes, as well as three quarters of the group! I can't believe you, Man! Don't look at me to defend you!" Milly ended up mad as well.

 

Treize was stuck looking bewildered around, his complete shock lessening his grip enough for Wufei to wrench himself free from the gentle, but firm, hold to stalk off into the forest like he had the last few days of the trip.

 

Left alone and shell shocked, Treize looked around to the faces he knew.

 

Duo shook his head in disappointment, "You were sleeping with the boss lady! Dude, how could you do that to Fei! I never thought you'd even dream of it!"

 

Heero wrapped his arms around Duo's waist possessively and rested his chin on his lover's shoulder from behind. "What the hell were you thinking?" Heero cut.

 

Treize turned to look at the last of his group; his canoe mate.

 

Trowa looked from his hunched position, just brining the side of his face up to Treize, eyes narrow. "All I ever heard from you since you two met was how much you cared about him. Hell. I hadn't even met the guy until a few moths ago and I knew him in and out already because that was all you ever talked about. I really though you loved him more than anything, more that life itself. How could you do this to him, Trey? It's not your style."

 

Looking utterly shell shocked, Treize stood there, everyone starring at him and tried to concentrate on just breathing and trying to wrap him brain around what had just happened.

 

A few of the vacationers wanted to join in on the banter, and readied to comment before Quatre stood, "Wait one minute." His voice commanded strong and forceful. Everyone turned to the blonde, but he was too determined to notice.

 

Treize looked the boy up and down, but couldn't register he had ever seen him before in his life.

 

"Everyone is basically saying they thought he was a decent honorable person who would never do that. Everyone's been putting in their two cents enough that he hasn't even gotten a word in edgewise. I'm sure he has a side to the story. I think we all ought to hear it before we pass judgment on him." Quatre sat himself down on the log nearest to Trowa, not realizing how close he was to the man and waited patiently to hear.

 

Giving Quatre a thankful bow of his head, Treize ran his fingers through his hair a collected himself quickly, standing back to his original bearing he had for his entrance. "I am not having relations with Lady Une. I love Wufei very much; I would rather die then do anything to hurt him. I have never loved anyone as much as I do him. He's my soul mate, not just my boyfriend or lover. As for Lady Une- Yes, she loves to flirt with me and she would love to have a relationship with me, which she has made blatantly obvious many times. But I would never betray Wufei like that! If I'm right, then what you saw was nothing more than incredibly bad timing to a rather embarrassing moment of imbalance." Treize took in the looks of incredulity around him and heaved a sigh. He was on trial without a judge and without an attorney to call foul.

 

"And I know this will sound off the wall. I realize that. That's why I hadn't said anything earlier. But here is the truth, the whole, embarrassing truth: Lady was quite tipsy, even that early in the day, which was odd for her.

 

"She was coming down the stairs to her office when she fell and practically cart wheeled down the staircase. I happened to be crossing the hall right then and saw her. I went over to make sure she was all right, to find her quite Dozzy and like I said, also quite inebriated.”

 

“You mean she was out like a light and drunk as a skunk?” Duo cut in.

 

Treize nodded tersely, “Yes. As I was saying,

 

"As a gentleman, it was my duty to help, I picked her up and figured I would lay her on her office couch to clear up a bit before dinner. When we got there, she started to make her advances, which I ignored and went to put her down on the couch. She, being of unsound judgment, either accidentally or purposely, pulled me down with her, where I lost my balance and fell atop her in a rather provocative position.”

 

“That's Une for you. Psycho Bitch does everything she can think about to roll you in the hay.” Duo added again. He really couldn't just keep his mouth shut.

 

“It's quite disturbing, actually.” Treize continued.

 

"A second later, I heard someone from outside gasp and looked in time to see a tour group scurry by. I hadn't recognized anyone. By the time I was able to get from her grasp and out, I couldn't find the group to apologies for the misunderstanding. If I would've known Wufei was witness, I guarantee I would've risked fire and brimstone to apologize and clear up the misunderstanding. But I didn't realize, and I left it be and decided to block the entire embarrassing event from my memory.

 

"And now I've gotten Wufei upset at me, and he needs to understand I really would never do something so dishonorable. I consider myself a gentleman, and I strive to live up to that expectation. I must say, my behavior in this matter was inexcusable. I should have cleared up this misunderstanding right away." Treize finally ended his speech, and let his eyes fall to the ground before braving a look around. Most people seemed a little bit apprehensive, but forgiving all the same. Some didn't care much. But he was most worried about how his friends would act.

 

Duo made it a production of looking to be considering before a hesitant nod.

 

Milly just shook his head humorously, "Only for you, Trey. You're the only I'd believe a story like that from. You're creative enough to come up with something better if you were lying. You've never lost my trust before."

 

Heero glared as he normally did, "That does sound like something that woman would do. And this is the first time you've ever done, or was accused of doing, anything opposed to being a gentleman. You have the benefit of the doubt from me."

 

Trowa smiled gently, "I agree with Heero. You very much deserve the benefit of the doubt. Especially considering that woman, you never know what she will do next. Still friends?"

 

Treize smiled back incredibly relieved and nodded. Yes, they were still friends.

 

“You had better make this up to my son before this trip is over, Treize. Or you will not be welcome in my house. Is that clear?” Mr. Chang piped up, glaring for all he could at Treize.

 

Quatre was aghast. He had no idea Wufei's father knew—tolerated—welcomed Treize as his son's boyfriend. Snapping a look at Quatre's own father he saw him sitting near Jerry and his parents, starring in blatant disgust at Treize and Heero as well. He spared no look towards Quatre, though, which he was thankful for.

 

Treize gave a determined, precise nod. “I will defend his honor, Mr. Chang.” He said in a tone that brooked no argument. Mr. Chang seemed suited to it, but not overly happy about it all. He seemed to believe Treize, though, which was the most important.

 

Now Treize only needed to convince Wufei of his innocence.

 

 

 

The extra four stayed for the night with the tour group, amidst protests. A few of the manly men huddled as far away from the `unnatural, untrustworthy, fags' as they could and wanted to set up lookouts as they slept. Their sleeping bags had `somehow' gotten filled with river water and they had to hang them out over trees to dry and sleep on the dirt.

 

Wufei still hadn't returned from the forest. Quatre was worried, but Trowa reassured him that Wufei could easily take care of himself. It seemed Wufei had been riding with the troupe before, and they all knew him well. He wasn't jealous, Of course. Why should he be?

 

Quatre sat near Trowa, chit-chatting amicably, it seemed they had the same taste in fiction romance books, both loved horses (Trowa worked at a ranch for a time, Quatre's family owned stables) and they both loved just about any movie, and both had a soft spot for show tunes. If he hadn't already known he was gay, that would've given him away right there.

 

Then a hard Plop sound came from behind, scarring Quatre out of his skin. Trowa seemed to just look behind, as if not bothered by the sudden jolt to the system. Quatre was trying to hold his heart in his chest.

 

There, standing cheekily behind them, was none other that Duo, grinning wildly and a deep maroon and blue pack resting at his feet. "Scared 'ya!" He drawled proudly through bubble-gum chews and sat himself directly between Quatre and Trowa.

 

Quatre was ready to bolt. He didn't do `loud and in your face' people very well, reminded him too much of his father. Quatre was just about to excuse himself, when he felt Duo's hand grip onto his sleeve, keeping him down.

 

"I brought you your pack over, Tro. Heero said it might be a good idea. You could fix it while sitting around here." Trowa, seemingly oblivious to the nervous energy radiating off Quatre at Duo's arrival, simply turned and grabbed the bag from the ground and hauled it over to survey the damage.

 

"And I told, 'Ro I wanted to go 'cause I wanna meet Blondie over here." Duo finished, still chewing loudly and open-mouthed.

 

Duo turned to Quatre and extended a hand, "Duo Maxwell. Outdoor enthusiast extraordinaire, and all around loud, obnoxious guy. We were never formally introduced, and if Mr. I hate socializing over there," Duo, in fact, pointed to Trowa, and NOT Heero at that, "Is actually spending his time with you and not a tree, then you must be some damn good conversation. Figured I'd say Hi."

 

"Quatre Raberbra Winner. Indoor enthusiast. Nothing extraordinaire about me, I'm afraid." Quatre answered meekly and took the offered hand so Duo wasn't sitting there with it hanging out for much longer. But the boy only grinned brighter; Quatre began to fidget his fingers under the gaze.

 

"Indoor enthusiast, Eh?" Duo asked, "Does that mean you like indoor wall climbing or...what exactly?"

 

Quatre blanched, "Um, No. It was a joke to mean I don't do any of this stuff. I sit around and read, or watch movies and it's killing me to be out here. I can't do any of this stuff."

 

"Bullshit." Trowa finally cut into the conversation with force, startling Quatre and Duo in the ferocity. "He just isn't experienced. He tore ass up that cliff once he got his mind off it."

 

"Thanks, Trowa. But I really can't do this stuff. I told you about the training." Quatre quietly voiced, fidgeting even more nervously with his fingers.

 

"Oh, do tell." Duo drawled and made a show out of resting his face to his hand and waiting for Trowa to speak again. But instead, he rummaged into the pack, pulled out a pill bottle inside and removed from it a dowel of thick black thread and a needle. Fingering the long gashes in the side of his pack, Trowa scowled and began to try to thread the needle.

 

After about four tries, it still wasn't threaded and Trowa was getting a little mad. The fifth was the charm and he began to pull out the thread and tie it off. He slid his hand into the filled pack and brought it behind the ripped section. Practically stabbing himself in the process, he began to try and sew it up with, in Quatre's opinion, Ugly sloppy stitch work.

 

Duo turned a bit of a scowl to Quatre, since Trowa hadn't regaled him, and looked expectantly to Quatre to fill him in on the story. Quatre smiled shakily, not really wanting to tell the loudmouth (Well, he figured he probably was, seeing as much as he spoke) the gory details of his hell vacation.

 

Duo was about to beg, when the muttered curses began, Trowa's hand shooting out from inside the bag and him cradling it in his mouth, obviously pricked on his, like, *Third*, stitch.

 

Quatre had enough. He took the pill-bottle-turned-sewing-kit from beside Trowa, "I can't take seeing you murder the art of sewing any longer, Trowa. You may be able to climb mountains and kayak rivers but you couldn't sew nicely to save your life." And with that, Quatre's natural leadership began to show through as he plucked the needle from an objecting Trowa and began to pull out the messy stitches he had already made. Re-threading and shaking his head, he began to make short, quick, strong stitches twice as fast as Trowa ever could.

 

"So, Duo," Quatre started while mostly concentrating on the pack, "How is it you guys came upon us vacationers? What is it you're doing out here?"

 

"Well, Quatre my Friend, we are out here canoeing. We do that. We enjoy it. This river has a nice thick and mellow main run, but its back rivers and off-shoots are wicked. You got some nice class fives around here and some portage needed. Not to mention the climbs around here are short, but bomber. We love it out here."

 

"As for coming across you guys, well, we lost Tro-baby here last night. We were supposed to meet up with him this morning or before, he went on a little tour himself," Duo answered Quatre's questioning gaze, "Well, when he didn't come back we searched around, couldn't find him, so we decided to go on to the next drop-off point a few miles up river. We looked around, couldn't find him, but we did find his pack way back in the bushes near the road back there. We figured he could catch up with us, or he'd make his way to the ranger station. If anything, we had to make it the ranger station to call in his missing person status, anyway. Had us all really worried. So we kept going, and camped out where we normally would've. We began out search again and I heard you guys. Figured I'd ask if you saw anyone or what not and here he were." he sang the grammatically incorrect end joyfully, wrapping an arm around Trowa's shoulders and hugged the non-responsive boy.

 

Quatre nodded and tied off the stitch, already finished the longest gash in the pack and starting on the next. Trowa leant over and admired Quatre's handy work. He had been right. Compared to Quatre's expertise, Trowa's stitches were massacring the art of sewing. Although it had fixed his things good enough before, Quatre was doing a marvelous job. Too bad he couldn't come with them all the time.

 

"Everyone. Can I have your attention?" Milly called from around the fire. "It's time to start out little entertainment for tonight. A talent show!" He opened his arms wide to the applause. Quatre clapped as well, at least trying to sound enthused. But it just told him it was going to be another long night.

 

Resigned, Quatre got comfortable in his seat, finishing off the sewing on the pack (and a pair of socks, and a glove, and another sock that happened to materialize beside his stitching hand, Trowa whistling oh-so innocent beside him) and happily munching on the snacks Trowa brought back for him. Mostly everyone participated, even the guests, and the homophobe squad kept their mouths shut.

 

Duo and Heero just got up there and began to bicker, which they obviously realized was incredibly hilarious, Milly sang, and Treize used Milly to re-inact the Romeo and Juliet "by any other name" scene, just adding in a few more words to crack up just about everyone. But the best show was when Trowa got up and began to cartwheel and flip across the clearing, jumping over people's heads and doing summersaults. With the help of Heero and Duo holding the thin stick above the fire pit incredibly steadily, Trowa even decided to walk across it to Quatre's horror. But he made it intact and un-singed to the amazement of all present, Thank God. Crazy people.

 

All in all, though, it was the best night yet since Quatre could remember. He just watched and laughed and watched the stars and the fire, sitting beside Trowa, chatting with him and letting him get him anything his heart desired as he kept stitching, finishing off Trowa's things and finding more stuff stacked next to him after he had spotted Duo rummaging in his and Heero's packs. But he enjoyed doing it, because it was not only something he could do, and do well; But because it was something that needed to be done. And what this trip showed him, was what he really needed in his life was to be needed.