04-March-2001
Title: Love Lies Bleeding in My Hand Part 3/3
Authors: Enigma & Ryoko 03
E-Mail: EclecticAnimeFan@aol.com & Ekitten3@aol.com, respectively.
Written: February & March, 2001
Rating: R
Pairings: (5x3) (1x2)
Category: Angst Yaoi Suicide-Attempt Death (?) Violence AU-OOC
Enigma Story Category: Gundam Nightmares
Archive: GW Addiction, Sweet&Sweet
Warnings: Angst, yaoi, violence, suicide attempt, death (?), AU-OOC, sap,
Disclaimers: We don't own any of the Gundam Wing Universe. Of course we aren't not making any money off this story. It's written out of sleep deprivation, so please don't sue us, we only have our dreams to share.
Notes: Wufei has made a terrible mistake in battle which leads to a frightening decision. Trowa stops him, but can he protect the fragile boy afterwards? And who will protect Trowa as well?
The sound of a telephone ringing jerked Trowa back to reality, and he sat up abruptly, yelping in pain as his injuries hit him hard again.
Nearly frantic, he glanced around to make sure that Wufei was breathing--which he was, the boy noted with a prayer of thanks--before he attempted to stand. As he moved, Quatre came into the room and frowned at him.
"I know you like to think you're invincible," the blond scolded, "but you and Heero *did* just kick the shit out of one another. You stay still."
"But the phone--" Trowa protested.
Quatre simply insisted, "Don't worry, Heero's got it."
The tall boy frowned as he tried to make sense of his jumbled thoughts. Wufei was dead, yet there he was lying peacefully on the bed, only a little blood ruining the white silks. Hell, he himself was dead, so why did he hurt so much then? The realization that it was some horrible nightmare slowly dawned, and he turned and reached into the drawer by the bed.
"Trowa?" Quatre questioned, brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you doing?"
The gun was where it had always been, safety still on, and the tall bishounen handed it to him. "Can you put that someplace safe?" he asked. Noting the confused expression in his best friend's eyes, he added, "For the time being. Please?"
The blond shrugged but complied with his wishes. Once the weapon was locked safely in a box in the closet and Quatre had the only key in his pocket, Trowa visibly relaxed.
"I'm going to find out who was on the phone," the blond said, gently pushing the tall teen back onto the bed. "You rest now, okay?" At the boy's nod, Quatre smiled and left the room. Perhaps it was Sally with news on Duo.
Watching his friend leave, the emerald-eyed bishounen sank back onto the bed and closed his eyes with a sigh.
That dream had seemed a bit *too* realistic. The part of the nightmare that frightened him most the fact that, should Wufei die for whatever reason, he would find a way to quickly follow.
Stirring for the first time since Quatre had placed him on the bed, Wufei fought his way to consciousness.
Sloe eyes slowly opened to the light once more and he moaned softly trying to get his vision to sort out. The smaller boy loved the youth beside him, but *two* Trowas at once seemed a bit much. He really wasn't made to love a set of identical twins as far as he knew.
"...tro...?" he asked softly, his own voice hurting his ears, "...you okay, angel...?" He was feeling disconnected but wanted desperately to know if his lover was injured following the terrible fight with Heero Yuy.
Trowa opened one eye and whimpered softly. "If you ignore the pounding headache and the fact that I look like hell, I'm fine," he said, not attempting to joke or play things off lightly. He was tired, but didn't dare go back to sleep... not after *that* nightmare! "Are *you* okay?" he asked, turning his head slightly and wincing slightly.
A soft smile crossed tired eyes as Wufei wondered what was so wrong that his lover was not in the mood to joke as he usually did at times like this. "I'll be fine," the smaller boy sighed, then added gently, "and you do *not* look like hell to me, angel, you look perfectly wonderful. I'm glad you aren't hurt worse than that."
Emerald eyes opened slightly, and with a small smile and a bit of effort he rolled onto his side and snuggled up against his lover. "I love you," he said softly, letting his head drop onto Wufei's chest so he could listen to his heartbeat. With a sigh, he closed his eyes again in contentment, relaxing to the reassuring rhythm he loved.
Tired but relieved, Wufei welcomed the feeling of familiar weight against his chest and he smiled to himself.
"Wo ai ni, angel," he breathed out softly. "I'm sorry to have caused so much grief today. Never again will I behave in so reckless a manner, love."
Another contented sound came from the pale boy, and he snuggled closer. "Promise?" he asked softly, hoping that his lover's closeness would now keep the nightmares at bay.
"Hai, angel, I promise. Until the seas run dry," The Chinese boy took a deep breath and sighed softly as the pain reclaimed him, "You shall always be here to light my path, I should have known to come to you first. I always will in the future."
Wufei faded into rest once more feeling the words to be true for far more serious matters than mere life and death. This boy held his soul as well and he would not forget again.
Neither heard the door close quietly as two figures slipped away from the room.
Quatre smiled at his friend and innocently asked, "Should we tell them now that Duo is okay, or wait until they come out on their own?"
Heero looked relieved in the extreme that he had done no permanent harm to either of the other boys involved in the fight. "No, Quatre, let them rest. Duo will be pissed as it is that they got hurt. We can tell them later, okay?"
A slight grimace crossed his face as he cursed the Tylenol for being too slow. "Mind if I take a nap?"
Quatre chuckled. He could well imagine what the Japanese boy was trying to avoid and felt generous since the damages to all of his friends was less than he feared. "I don't mind, Heero. Go rest. I'll let you know if Sally calls or comes by."
"Arigatou, Quatre," Heero moved stiffly to go to the room he shared with Duo. As he allowed himself to fall onto the bed and almost relax, he heard a terrifying statement behind him.
"But don't think I've forgotten about our 'talk', Heero. You still have a bit of sense that needs to be pounded into you, understand?"
Heero just groaned. As he slipped into sleep, he prayed Duo might get back soon enough to get him away from Quatre's clutches.
In one room, dreams were of better days when ropes were used only for games of tug-of-war, and in another they revolved around dancing violet eyes. Accidents and errors were forgotten in the warm embrace of sleep.
~OWARI~
Authors' Notes:
1. Songs being abused here include Elton John's song that matches the title and something odd by Culture Club Ryoko threw at me. Hmm, wonder if Boy George reads GW fanfics? Hope not.
2. The Greek Muse of tragedy, Melpomene, guides Enigma and Karanya is Ryoko's angst muse. They run our lives, ne?
3. This fic mutated into this final form a long time after the initial AIM session when the rough draft was laid down. Gomenasai, Ryoko, if I got a little carried away editing it. This just seems to flow so much more smoothly.
4. Enigma has been asked by several folks to set up an alert system when something new is available at GW Addiction, so please feel free to sign up at EnigmaFanficUpdates-subscribe@egroups.com!
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