Stupid Cupid
Disclaimer: All not mine... :(
Author note: I can't get these scenes out of my mind. I'm not sure where all this is going but I'll just try to get all these images on paper and you hopefully are going to support me ;)
Summary: AU, 3years later: Quatre is too sacrificing and Heero doesn't know what's really good for him. The other G-boys are left to save this duo on their way to self-destruction. Will they succeed?
Part 1
Trowa sat back in defeat. 'He's as stubborn as before.'
"Quatre."
The addressed one did not answer.
"Quatre."
An eyebrow arched up but the blonde stayed quiet.
"Oh, come on, Quatre! Don't give me that shit!"
"You are not getting involved in this Trowa.", the blue-eyed man said firmly. "This is my choice."
Trowa shook his head. "But you have to bear in mind that this choice is not completely yours for the past three years, Q. Releena and a lot of other people are taking advantage in making decisions for you because you're too damn stubborn to stand up for yourself!"
Silence reigned inside the house.
"I didn't expect you to be the meddlesome type."
The brown-haired one snorted, his green eyes were almost twinkling in delight. "Well, Duo rubbed off on me. It's not my fault – you hooked me up with that pushy braid." His face then sobered up. "You really shouldn't do this, Q. You'll end up getting hurt and..."
"Don't I always?", Quatre cut him off. "Ever since I was born, I'm always on the losing side."
"That's not true!"
Those blue eyes blazed so fiery – but one eyelash later this fire was choked. Years of hurt were reflected in those soft blue eyes. "All we know is that it COULD be a misunderstanding."
Trowa scratched his head at that, another habit of Duo.
"Maybe I really was a mistake. All we know is that they don't want me, Trowa. Let's face it."
The bespoken man stood up from his seat and grabbed the younger man's arms. "What if it is just a tremendous misunderstanding which resulted in this?"
Quatre yanked away from Trowa's grip. "Misunderstanding or not, it doesn't change the fact that I was left on my own. If it wasn't for the Maganac Corps I would have died! I will make sure that my life will at least give one good return! I will pay them back!"
The man bolted out of the house, leaving a dazed Trowa behind. His eyes wandered to the wall. There was a cut-out from a newspaper depicting the happy family of the successful Winners. His eyes wandered from the older sisters down to a young man who was a successful student. 'I don't know what happened in the past before we met but you were certainly damaged at a very young age. I just wish you would stop this – stop hurting yourself.'
The two sat under the same orange tree in an awkward silence. Soft breeze continued to blow gently past them, caressing their bodies like light whispers.
"So, how is your girlfriend?" Wufei regretted saying it when he saw a flash of sorrow in the perfect-soldier's eyes. 'You are so stupid Wufei!', he berated his self. "I mean..."
"We broke up." Heero cut him off. He cast his gaze on the ground, ashamed of the truth he carried. "I was lying to her all the time."
"What do you mean?", Wufei asked. He carefully studied the Japanese man's face. Remorse, guilt, and a whole lot of emotions were sported by the the ex-perfect-soldier. The Chinese man could only assume how much pain the other one was feeling.
A sad smile grazed Heero's lips. "I've fucked everything up, Wufei. I didn't want to lie to her anymore and also to myself. Three years of farce is what I'm talking about. I'm a horrible person for I used her..."
"She is a manipulating bitch. I'm sure she made a big haul."
Heero looked up to him, surprised that Wufei would say something like this.
Wufei smiled. "I never liked her."
Quatre collapsed on a park bench. He closed his eyes as he tried to catch his breath.
"Hey Q-man!"
He didn't need to open his eyes. From voice alone, he could tell it was his American friend. "If you are looking for your boyfriend, he's at my house. Probably still in my office." He panted. "I think you perfectly know your way there."
Duo shook his head and sat next to him. "Trowa called me up, telling me that a certain idiot is currently running around trying to get himself killed. I think I may have found him."
Quatre laughed. "I'm not TRYING to get myself killed." He opened his eyes and smirked at his friend.
"You are not fooling anyone Quatre Raberra Winner."
Quatre's eyes darkened. "If you came here to pick up where Trowa left ..."
"I'm not." The braided man stood up, sliding his hands inside his pockets and shrugged. "He just asked me to check if you're okay. You know he takes Sally's reminders to heart."
"I'm an ex-Gundam-pilot. I can take care of myself."
Duo shook his head, his brown locks falling on his face. "I can see that", he muttered sarcastically. "And besides this, I wanted to bring you some good news."
Quatre looked up. "What is it, that Shinigami himself needed to come and tell me himself?"
Duo turned around, avoiding his friends gaze. "Wufei called me this morning. He told me that Heero is coming to L4."
"I don't see why..."
"He broke up with Releena."
Quatre's heart skipped a bit but he tried to ignore it. "So?"
Duo smiled at him. "You better practise some more before you meet him tomorrow."
"Great, just great..." he closed his eyes and instantly an image of Heero popped up in his mind. He shook his head. 'I mustn't get distracted.'
He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. 'Three years. It has been three years since we met.' His hand tightened around the cup. Quatre closed his eyes and groaned inwardly at the thought. 'How should I act towards him?'
"Being your natural self is fine by me."
Quatre blinked twice. This is not what he expected. He was trying his best not to falter under the intense gaze of those Prussian-blue eyes – eyes he missed so much.
"You never change Quatre." Slightly, for only a moment, Heero's lips curved upwards. "You still voice out your thoughts through action."
"Heero."
TBC
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