July 14, 2000
Rating: Adult...ish.
Pairings: Established 3+4 but... can't everybody have a little fun...? Sure they can... (now if I can only figure out how...)
Feedback: is always welcome. Even just the simplest note.
Warnings: Yaoi themes. Sappy in some areas (blame it on the romantic). Angst in other areas. Incoherence and random POV switching throughout. Wet G-boys (gotta luv that!). Hmmm... and... and... is that a lemon fresh scent I smell? Hmm... strange... I can't imagine why...::coughs::
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belong to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non-profit entertainment purposes.
Notes: Well, I'm satisfied a bit with how part six turned out. Revisions are gems, aren't they? But let's let Wufei and Duo... um... cool down a bit, shall we? And while we're at it, let's take a peek to see what Heero's been up too...
It was water. It was wet and sticky and right now he was up to his neck in it. Not that he was complaining. In fact, the cold, salty water barely registered in his mind. He was totally focused on the mission at hand.
And right now the mission at hand was to take out a building that was housing heavy armourments. Easy. He could've done it in less than five minutes except...
Except...
Except his orders been to join this scrappy, two-bit resistance force's attempts to take out the building.
He didn't understand it. but orders were orders. So he'd infiltrated the ranks of this... "posse" they had called themselves the first night he'd joined them. He'd helped them devise a plan that would successfully leave that building in ashes--even if something went wrong. And he'd kept to himself.
Waiting...for the time to move out.
Watching... those around him with cautious eyes.
Wondering... what that braided-baka would be doing at this moment.
Whoa! Where'd that thought come from? Dammit, Yuy. You're on a mission. No distractions--and the young American pilot was definitely a distraction with those bewitching eyes and curved lips and long silky-looking hair and shapely backsi-- I thought I said no distractions?
"Hn."
"What's that, Taylor?" the stressed voice of the man in front gritted out to him.
Heero said nothing but nodded in the direction of where they were heading. The man shot him a strange look but continued forward.
"These waters are shark-infest you know," the man said after a moment, looking back over his shoulder to see if this affected the silent boy who had joined their posse only a day ago. None. "And there are creatures that--if you step on 'em, they'll kill ya!"
"Then I suggest you watch where you step," Heero replied calmly, pushing forward in front of the man. 'He's no soldier,' he thought. In reality, from what he'd observed, none of the men that made up this 'posse' were really soldiers. Just big kids trying to play war. It annoyed him.
Dinner was stressed. An undercurrent ran throughout the meal that was so tight it was ready to snap any second. And did. Quatre--already sensitive to the others' emotions--was more than just jittery. He'd managed to single-handedly drop two forks, a butter knife, a glass, the breadbasket, and an ice tray. And that was just in the first five minutes.
Wufei lasted another two before he quietly excused himself and left the house. The tension didn't seem to curb Duo's appetite however, and, five minutes after Wufei had left, half the table was polished off.
"Mmm mmm good!" the braided boy praised, leaning back in his chair and patting his well-fed belly. "Q-man, you always have the best food!" Duo shot the blond boy a wink, almost enjoying the discomfort the other boy was in.
"Um, Duo," Quatre began, more than somewhat-hesitantly, biting his lower lip. "Is there--"
"I'd love to stay and chit-chat, Q-man, but there are some things I wanna to get taken care of before I hit the sack tonight," Duo cut in in his normal, rushed manner. He was already pushing up from his chair and sending another wink Quatre's way before the blond could say another word.
"Well... I... I neve--damn." The blond shot a wide-eyed and amazed look over to his lover. "Do you have any idea as to wha--"
"It's none of our business," Trowa replied calmly, pushing up from the table and reaching for the plates. "And if they want us to know, they will tell us." He dropped a little kiss on top the blonde's head as he passed on his way to the kitchen. "Have faith in them to work it out, little one."
Quatre looked ready to say something more but then snapped his mouth shut and pouted. "Well damn," he said after another moment, looking around him at the empty room. "Why am I always the last one to know!"
They were crawling along the sandy embankments of the shore. Heero checked his time unit. Thirty seconds behind. Not good.
"We should--"
"Hold up a minute."
Heero turned around, debating with himself whether or not he should just kill the man and continue on alone. And then his eyes narrowed.
His "partner" had a gun trained straight at his chest.
The man smiled. "Tell me, kid. Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?"
A gunshot rang out, frightening birds from their sleep.
"SONOFABITCH!"
The shout rang out throughout the house, succeeding in luring Quatre and Trowa to the doorway of an upstairs bedroom in a matter of seconds. Wufei followed at a more subdued pace.
"Duo, what is it?" Quatre asked worriedly, pushing into the bedroom ahead of Trowa.
Duo stood at a table--the chair he'd been sitting in laying turn-side a few feet behind him. He was glaring at the bright screen of a laptop computer.
"That SONOFABITCH!" he repeated hottily before pushing past Quatre and then Trowa and then Wufei. Running out of the room. Out of the house. Running to his gundam...
Quatre stared after the normally jovial boy in shock, before turning questioning eyes towards his love. But Trowa's eyes were narrowed, angry, looking not at him, and not after Duo... but down at the computer. Quatre looked then, too.
"Oh my--!" He snapped his mouth shut, re-reading the words on the screen again...and then again... and then again... "He wouldn-- Oh my!"
Quatre turned questioning eyes towards his lover---but Trowa was already following Duo's headway.
End of Part Seven: Betrayal
Andrea Readwolf
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