Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or it's Characters…if I did I'd force Cartoon Network UK to put GW back in the 5:30 slot.
Warnings: Angst, Gore, Yaoi
Notes: A big Thank you to Aciel Skadi and Slate for giving me this idea to use. Also another thank you to Aciel for beta reading some parts I was having problems with.
Who Cries for Wufei?
Prologue
The smiling clown mask was abruptly ripped from the face of the stoic man. Trowa's fingers lightly touched the slightly warmed lacquered surface, before setting it down on the dressing table.
He carefully took the rest of his costume off, folding and placing the articles of clothing into the proper places of his tent. The green eyes surveyed the reflection of himself in the mirror, nodding and feeling relieved to be in his usual turtleneck and jeans.
He sighed as he remembered he needed to speak with Catharine about their act, and he pushed away the flap of his tent and passed though.
He walked across the field towards Catharine's tent, avoiding those workers with urgent jobs, panicking like insects to finish things up for the night.
It was a mild spring night, and the bright lights gave the backstage of the circus an artificial glow. Trowa stopped 10 feet away from Catherine's tent, for outside was one of the dogs, but it was lying there curled up outside the doorway.
The former heavy arms pilot ignored the dog, and continued to the flap of the tent. Before he had even moved it, he could sense that something…terrible had happened.
He walked into tent, and before his eyes even adjusted to the scene, he was overtaken by the strong smell of blood.
He choked down the urge to vomit, as he cast down his eyes to the floor; and to Catharine.
She was still in her brightly coloured costume, flat on her back with her arms held out. Her eyes stared blankly towards the heavens, unseeing.
Her throat had been slashed, and it gapped widely revealing pinks and reds. Blood pooled around her, and Trowa fell to his hands and knees barely able to comprehend the sight.
But his hands fell into the blood, and Trowa could instantly feel the cold sticky liquid clinging to his fingers. The pilot trembled as he slowly went forward to body, and tried to touch her as if he needed more proof that she was dead.
The ends of her soft brown curls were dipping into the red, staining them forever. Her skin was cold but still soft
Trowa struggled to keep control as he looked up away from the mess. He noticed the canvas side of the tent. At first it looked like just bloody streaks, no order or pattern to them.
However the young man focused his eyes and noticed they weren't just splashes from the violence…but purposeful strokes.
His mind reeled at what it could be then it struck…language…Chinese.
Trowa's lips moved as he read the characters and then he finally said "Dragon Clan".
A cold calmness took a hold of his mind that had once been so familiar. Trowa stood and raised his blood-covered hands to face, red smearing his cheeks.
He had a purpose now. Quite a simple and primal one. Trowa wanted revenge for his dead sister.
The person that was to pay was Wufei Chang.
To Be Continued