I feel like
writing something. Which is why I'm
here. Only I can't think of anything to
write about…nuts! I'll ring Smee-chan and ask her for inspiration!! I'll do it
right now!
~ A few minutes later… ~
Well, I rang
her. She told me to write a Gundam Wing
AU fanfic…I might just do that!! Ooh, with assassins and such! Yeah! And Wufei
will be a ninja, and ooh! INSPIRATION HAS RETURNED!!
And of course, it'll be a 3x4. (My favourite) So anyway, death, destruction, sap and general OOC-ness will be expected. THIS IS AN 'AU' ANYWAY, SO THERE!
~ Wannon-chan ~
(…has gone nutty, mad, bonkers, loony…insane?)
Blood Money – Part One.
His eyes fluttered open, falling on the lean form beside him. It was highlighted under the warm sunlight that was streaming in through the window. A soft smile touched his lips, before he gave in to temptation, tracing a single finger lovingly down the sleeping face of his lover. The contact caused the other to open his eyes, smiling broadly upon seeing his beloved.
"…Sorry, Quatre. I couldn't help myself," he whispered. Quatre's beautiful blue orbs widened.
"Sorry? Oh, Trowa. No need to be sorry…I enjoy waking up and seeing your face!" he exclaimed, pressing a soft kiss to his lover's forehead. Trowa smiled briefly, before a yawn interrupted it. Quatre looked at him, head tilted cutely to one side.
"Trowa? You look tired still…you should go back to sleep" he said, caressing the other's cheek. Trowa nodded his agreement and let his eyelids drop back over his emerald eyes, sighing contentedly. Quatre kissed his forehead one more time, before leaving the warmth of their bed, shivering as the cooler air curled around his body. He quickly grabbed a robe, wrapping it around himself, and quietly opened the door, taking one last look at Trowa before he left.
As Quatre made his way into the kitchen, a servant approached him.
"Master Quatre? There is a phone call for you, sir!" he said efficiently. Quatre nodded and went to the nearest video-phone. He picked it up.
"Hello, Quatre speaking," he said, his voice melodic and cheerful. A face appeared on the screen. It was Duo Maxwell, Quatre's long-time friend. They were close enough to be brothers…they considered themselves family.
"Q-man! How ya been?" Duo asked cheerfully, his violet eyes shining with happiness. Quatre smiled.
"Duo! I'm fine, but I haven't heard from you in a while…I was worried" he confessed. Duo looked sheepish.
"Uh…well, I've, uh…met someone…" Duo stammered. Quatre's face positively lit up, and he giggled.
"Ooh, who is it?" he asked. Duo blushed.
"Umm…his name is Heero Yuy. He's a…uh…well, he works with computers!" Duo said unconvincingly. Quatre fixed him with a happy smile, despite his doubts of Duo's truthfulness.
"That's great, Duo! Can Trowa and I meet him some time?" Quatre asked hopefully. Duo looked uncertain.
"Uh…I guess so…" Duo said. "He's uh, not much of a social animal. He's really quiet, too…like Trowa was, only more so" Duo explained. Quatre smiled.
"Oh, is he there now? May I speak to him?" he asked. Duo sweatdropped.
"Ummm…yeah, okay," Duo mumbled, his face disappearing from view.
"Heero! Come here for a sec, I got someone who wants to see ya!" Quatre heard. There were muffled voices and some scuffling, before Duo reappeared, this time with another face beside him. Duo smiled at Heero, who scowled.
"Hello, Heero. My name is Quatre Raberba Winner, nice to meet you!" Quatre said cheerfully. Heero's Prussian blue eyes flicked to Quatre, and he nodded.
"Hn," he replied. Quatre had to stop himself from giggling.
He really is worse than Trowa!…although Trowa has come out of his shell a bit…he thought. Duo looked flustered.
"See what I mean?" he asked once Heero had disappeared from view. He made a face. "Sometimes he's okay, other times…he's a real bastard" Duo laughed, before his eyes bugged out.
"Omae o korosu!" Heero's voice said, his hand grabbed Duo's long braid and began hitting him with it.
"Heero! Quit it! I'm sorry, I'm sorry…I didn't mean it, honest!" he cried, sweatdropping. Quatre smiled.
"Well, I guess if he makes you happy, then it can't be that bad" he said. Duo blushed.
"Er…yes" he replied, as Heero's face reappeared on screen.
"Duo is going now. Sayonara" he said. Quatre's eyes widened.
"Okay…bye Heero, bye Duo!" Quatre trilled, as Trowa appeared at his side. Heero was just reaching to hang up the phone, when Duo grabbed it from him.
"Trowa? Hello!" Duo said, as Heero gave the braided one a death glare. Trowa nodded.
"Hello, Duo." He said briefly, wrapping his arms around the small blonde in front of him. Heero appeared again, and Quatre sighed.
This has got to have been the strangest phone call I have ever had! That Heero seems nice enough, despite the death threats… he thought, before Trowa took the phone from him.
"Heero Yuy. Never thought I'd see you again, especially not with Duo" he said. Heero's eyes widened.
"Trowa Barton?" he queried. Trowa nodded. "Hn, never pictured you to be the settling-down type…not anymore, anyway" he said. Duo and Quatre looked at other, smiling. Then there was silence…long, intense silence. Quatre saw Heero giving Trowa a glare, and was shocked to find Trowa returning it. Quatre panicked, grabbing the phone from Trowa.
"Uhh, nice to meet you, Heero…but we really must go now. Sayonara!" he said cheerfully, before hanging the phone up. He looked at Trowa again, and the tall brunette had a strange look on his face…a fearful one. He gently touched Trowa's shoulder, and he jerked it away. Quatre's eyes filled with tears.
"Trowa? What's wrong?" he asked quietly. Trowa refused to look at him.
"Just leave me alone, Quatre" he said, before walking quietly away. Quatre stared after him, feeling hurt and puzzled.
What is wrong with him? That Heero guy must have something to do with it… he thought, tears of rejection trickling down his face. He sniffled and wiped them away, deciding to let Trowa be alone for a while.
But what can I do? I haven't been away from Trowa before…I can't think of anything to do! Quatre thought angrily. He let out a displeased 'hmph' before opting for a bubble bath.
~ * ~
Trowa curled up in his and Quatre's bed, shivering slightly. He hadn't seen Heero in years, and suddenly he's with one of his and Quatre's dearest friends. Heero and he had been lovers once…Trowa believed him to be the love of his life, they were so alike. But things turned sour when Trowa found out about Heero's less then loyal nature. Afraid of what would happen to him, Trowa left late at night, thinking he was free…he was wrong.
I had hoped I'd never see him again…I should have known it was unavoidable. I feel terrible, lashing out at Quatre like that…he was only trying to help. But these memories…they're too much for me to bear. I don't want to burden Quatre with them. Trowa thought dejectedly, wrapping his arms around himself, and closing his eyes. Sleep soon claimed him, but it was not going to be pleasant…
~ Flashback…duh! Oh, DAMN! I broke a nail! Stupid keyboard! ~
Trowa looked at the figure
before him.
"Heero…" he whispered harshly. The figure approached him, removing the
heavy trenchcoat he wore in order to protect his clothing from the rain. A smile was illuminated in the moonlight,
but it was not a friendly one.
"Trowa, how nice it is to see you again," Heero said
menacingly. Trowa backed himself up
against the wall.
"How did you get in here, Yuy?!" he snapped. Heero merely laughed.
"Hn, I'm surprised you even thought you could get
away from me" He retorted. Trowa sucked
in a sharp breath as Heero's callused hands caressed his cheek.
"I-I told you, Yuy…stay away from me" he said,
shaking as the hand was replaced with Heero's lips. Trowa shoved Heero away forcefully, and the boy, caught off-guard
for once, stumbled backwards. Once
Heero had regained his footing, he fixed Trowa with a sneer.
"You'll pay for that," he said quietly, grabbing
Trowa's wrists. The tall brunette
struggled in vain…Heero was much stronger. Trowa felt his wrists being tied together, and let out a gasp.
"No…" he whispered. A harsh laugh sounded in his ear.
"You know you want this…" Heero said. Trowa began to struggle, as Heero divulged
him of his clothing, pushing him back on the hard wooden floor. The last thing Trowa saw was Heero's
smirking face, and those cold, dead eyes, before he blacked out.
~ * ~
Quatre relaxed in his bubble bath, popping random bubbles as he felt the urge. He sighed once, glancing at the empty space that Trowa usually filled. Just the thought of Trowa made Quatre's heart flutter…he'd never fallen so completely in love with someone before he met the mysterious green-eyed stranger. It had been when he and his late father took a trip to the circus. Quatre hadn't wanted to go, but his father insisted.
"You're never too old for the Circus, Quatre! Come on, we never spend any time with each other anymore…" His father had said. Quatre couldn't possibly say no to him after that, and agreed to go. He was glad he did, for the highlight of his night was the tall clown, with the half-mask. Something about him made Quatre fall head over heels. His position in society enabled him to go wherever he liked, including in the Circus grounds, which let Quatre follow the enigmatic clown around like a puppy. This didn't go unnoticed by the clown, whose name was Trowa, Quatre found out, and they ended up spending a lot of time together…which also led to them eventually falling in love. They kept it a secret, and only saw each other when the Circus was in town. That is, until Quatre's father died. Trowa quit the circus to console Quatre, and it strengthened their bond even further. Trowa was then introduced to Duo, not as a friend, but as a lover. Quatre had been nervous about Duo's reaction, but the braided one smiled and hugged them both, confessing his sexual preference at the same time.
Now Quatre was a little concerned for his lover…Trowa had taken a while to emerge so far from his shell, and Quatre didn't want to have to try coax him out again.
What could have possibly upset him so badly? And why can't he tell me?
~ * ~
Heero sneered at the sleeping Duo. He had exhausted him already.
So, Trowa Barton is with the rich kid…well, this will make things a little more interesting… he thought. He rose from their sweat and semen soaked bed, heading for the shower.
Sometimes I wonder why I bother with
this whole 'love' thing…oh, right. The money. Heero thought, as he washed away the
stench of lies and sex.
I'll have to tell Duo eventually…win him
over, onto my side. I need the money
desperately. The only way I can get it
is to get rid of the Winner child, and steal the part of the inheritance Duo
gets. He thought.
Duo was
written into Quatre's will, and if anything happened to the blonde bombshell,
Duo would get a part of Quatre's money.
Although it seems that Duo won't be the
only one receiving that money…Trowa has wormed his way into that kid's heart,
he'll probably get the lion's share…I'll just have to knock him off, too…that
way Duo will get it all. I need the
money to help my assassins out…
Heero thought desperately, the many faces of his assassins flashing in his
mind. Once out of the shower, he found
Duo was awake and smiling at him, his eyes half-lidded.
"Go back to
sleep, Duo…" Heero said sternly. The
chestnut-haired boy shook his head.
"Don' wan' go
back to sleep…" he mumbled, yawning deeply afterwards. Heero sighed.
"Sleep, or I'll
kill you" he warned, his voice taking on an edge of seriousness. Duo laughed.
"Heero! Don't
even joke about it!" he said, before falling back onto the bed, closing his
eyes. He was asleep and snoring within
minutes.
Baka…Heero thought, as he sat down and began to make
contact with his associates.
Pretty soon we'll have established a
plan, then all I have to do until then is be a good 'boyfriend'…ugh. Duo isn't even my type…oh well, it's only
for a little while longer… he
told himself.
~ * ~
It had been a
few days, and Quatre and Trowa had been unusually 'inactive'…
Every time
Quatre went to touch Trowa, he would recoil and shudder. It hurt Quatre greatly, considering the fact
that Trowa wouldn't open up to him. He
had retracted into his shell once more, and not even Quatre could penetrate it.
It was a bad
time for this to happen, too…it was Trowa's birthday. They sat apart on the large couch in one of Quatre's rooms,
shooting nervous glances at each other.
"Happy
Birthday, Trowa…" Quatre said finally. Trowa flashed him a weak smile.
"Thankyou
Quatre…" he mumbled. Quatre presented him
with a gift, which Trowa opened, thanked him for, and then put to one
side. Trowa then made a comment about
being tired, and moved to retreat into his room. Quatre sprung to his feet, a smile on his face.
"Trowa? Can I cuddle
with you tonight?" he asked hopefully. Trowa turned his sad, emerald eyes to him, and shook his head.
"I'm sorry,
Quatre…I just want to be alone" he replied. Quatre flinched and tears began to pool in his eyes.
"That's all
you ever want! Why, Trowa? I thought you loved me! Why can't you tell me what's
going on?!" he exclaimed, beginning to sob loudly. Trowa stood still as his lover broke down.
"Quatre…" he
said softly. The little blonde looked
pleadingly at him through tear-blurred aquamarine eyes.
"I'm sorry,
Trowa but I tried! I tried to be understanding, I tried to give you your space,
I tried, I tried…but I can't do it anymore! It's too much, Trowa…too much…" he
sobbed, kneeling on the floor, wiping at his rapidly-flowing tears. Trowa took one step towards Quatre, before
turning and walking away.
"Don't
alienate yourself from me, Trowa!…if you can't bring yourself to touch me, to
kiss me anymore…to even look at me, then you don't have to. Leave." Quatre said softly. That caught Trowa's attention. He stopped mid-step, looking back at Quatre.
"As you wish,
Master Quatre" he replied sadly, before continuing on to his room.
~ * ~
Trowa stumbled up to his room, feeling the annoying prickling in his eyes.
I won't cry. I brought this upon myself…if I had been kinder to Quatre, more
understanding of his frustrations…you fool, Trowa…you fool. You're nothing but a coward. He thought dejectedly, as he gathered his
meager belongings and left, walking out past Quatre without a single word,
ignoring the tears that fell from both of their eyes.
It's better this way, Quatre deserves so
much better…
End of Part One.
Wannon-chan's
long Authors notes;
Well, there you go. Part one is done, finished.
I'd just like to
thank Smeegee-chan, for giving me the idea. I know I can always depend on you for inspiration, well, sometimes…I'm
kidding!!
And now for
something completely different…I'm trying to convince my mum to let me get the Internet!
(No, I don't have it…I am primitive)
~ Wannon-chan pauses
to dance like a monkey ~
She (My mum) knows
all about my fanfiction writing, and I told her it's essential to have…she
said; "Don't bug me" that's not a "NO"!! so maybe I'll be in luck, and I might
actually be able to contact everyone myself instead of going through Smee-chan!
WON'T THAT BE BLOODY MARVELOUS?!
I know I'll be
happy!
~ WANNON-CHAN ~
(ooh, capitals!!)