Name: I believe
Rate: T, maybe later M
Disclaimer: If I did own GW or The Fast and the Furious, I'd be rich. But I don't! cries
Note: this story takes place after GW-EW and Preventer 5. I've taken in some characters from other GW novels and side stories. You can find these characters in the encyclopedia of Wikipedia: www. Wikipedia. Org.
Insert in the search engine "After Colony list of characters" and you will find them. Two novels haven't been officially recognized by the officials of Gundam Wing, but I will use them. These are "Tiel's Impulse" and "A Scythe in My Right Hand, You in My Left"
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Chapter:-4- We want to know something
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Wufei was glad that the garden lay in the south. Most hours' sun and most beautiful garden he had ever seen. From the kitchen window it was marvelous to see. The bright variety of colors: yellow, blue, green, pink, purple, red and white. Yes, even the butterflies and birds were nice to see. He loved to study them, how they acted and reacted to one and other. The grass and the trees waved along with the wind, the flowers held up their heads high to catch the sunbeams. No matter how long he stared at the garden, he never had enough of it. As he opened the kitchen windows, he smelled the flowers, trees and grass. The senses drifted in along with the wind inside the house. The warm senses made him drowsy and sleepy. He never heard the door close behind someone, whose intentions were to never come home again.
Wufei waited a half an hour in the country kitchen, sleepy by the garden senses. The stove kept his carefully prepared meal warm. It mixed with the senses of flowers and trees and his tummy begun rumbling. Poor Quatre, he's probably still sobbing over Trowa… he thought to himself, 'Quatre?' he wandered over to the stairs, 'Quatre? You coming down for dinner?' for a few seconds he waited, 'Quatre?' A strange feeling came over him, which he needed to go upstairs, to Quatre's room. That he needed to open the door and look inside it. 'Quatre?' he asked to the closed door and opened it when he didn't got any response.
He was shocked to see that the room wasn't tidied, while Quatre was as clean as a maid. And even more that Quatre wasn't inside the room. Everything lay on the floor, clothes, pillows, shoes, books, guns and ammunition, knifes… It was a true mess. This sight, it gave him the confirmation that Quatre was gone, perhaps for several hours by now. For a minute or two he was flabbergasted, why would Quatre leave? What made him leave? He would probably never understand the motivations of his blonde friend. But a second later the Gundampilot took over How far away could he be? What kind of transportation did he have? If he had a car, how far would he be, or on foot, how far would he be? Where would he go? What did he want to obtain or reach? What would his destiny be?
All these questions ran across the pilot's mind. Wufei didn't understand Quatre's motivation to leave so sudden, but it was better to find any tracks than to sit and figure out what he might have thought. He run down the stairs and checked the cabinet where they put their keys in. Quatre had left with Trowa's car and the house keys. Good, but also not good. Trowa had taught Quatre how to race in that car… He had to inform his friends right away. Duo would probably go berserk and Heero would stay as calm as usual.
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Timothy ran downstairs from his toy room where he used to play with action figures and cars to the ringing phone in the living room. Though he was small and not that fast, he managed to get to the phone before the person on the other side of the line hung up. 'Timothy?' he said when he picked up the horn.
'excuse me?'
'Uncle Wufei!' he yelled into the horn when he recognized the voice of Wufei, 'You gonna tell me story?' His English was still lousy, but normal for a kid his age and did his best to learn better.
'no, I'm afraid not Timothy, but I need to speak to your mother or your father. Please?'
'They're not here,' Timothy answered sadly and tried to remember were his sister Kimberley could be. 'Kimberley is at her room…' he wondered out loud and yelled: 'Kimberley! Uncle Wufei is on the phone!'
Wufei had to hold the horn away from his ear, or else he would be deaf due to Timothy's yell. A few seconds later he heard that Kimberley came down the stairs and took over the horn, 'get away, you moron!'
'No scolding at your little brother.' Wufei spoke to her, 'Or else I will tell your mother.' But Wufei laughed in silence, he loved their brother/sister relation.
'Sorry Uncle Wufei…' She said politely to him, she meant shit about it.
'Please take a note.' How to tell these kids that Uncle Quatre is missing? They could search for him, but two young kids on the streets… They were not even his age when he started the fight for independence. 'Desert prince is missing, find dragon at cavern.' He said to the girl and heard how she repeated the message. 'Tell your father or you mother, or both, but don't mention it to someone else!' he hung up and left.
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Kimberley stared at the message and didn't understand a word what Wufei had said to her. Neither did timothy. 'Mom and Dad know what it means.' She said and left to go play with her friends again. So did Timothy.
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It was best not to find any tracks, he suddenly thought. The best way to track a person down was with money. Wherever Quatre would go, Wufei could find him due to his account and his money. Quatre always wanted the best hotels, the best food, the best of everything, and if he could share it with his friends, he would do so. That was Quatre.
'You're early this day Wufei.' His shift would start at 18:00 hours, but it was only 14:00 hours yet. Four hours early.
'There are still some things I have to do.' he told Noin and left for his office. In there, he started his computer and begun his search for Quatre.
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With pain in her heart she left the small room inside the church. The coffin had been closed. Like Duo's heart. His eyes weren't so lively anymore. The fire had died out. Somehow he feared death. He wanted his loves to live out their lives in peace. He wanted them to live the life he didn't had. He never had. And now his friend Trowa had died. When the door closed behind his wife, he was completely alone with his friend. The many flowers and statues of holy figures were sad witnesses of his presence.
Duo wanted to scream, to cry, to yell and change his own life for that of Trowa. Why did he die? Why did he leave? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? WHY? Tears fall in silence; only the holy statues were whiteness of his grieve.
For years he had seen death, and it had become a part of him. The deaths of his relatives, his loves, his friends, his comrades and his enemies were somehow sacred to him. He treasured them all within his heart. A sign of that treasure was his long, thick braid. For years he had seen holy figures, the Sacred Madonna, Jesus the Christ, Joseph the Carpenter, they were part of his life. Just like Sister Helen,
A tear escaped his eye, and another one, and another one… until they came like a flood. He cried in silence and slammed his fists in the wood of the coffin. His fists ran down upon the oak wooden coffin. The hollow bangs echoed through the small room. A final hit and tears that fall upon the coffin were the last before he left. His believe was shattered. His faith was shattered. More he felt like that he had to cling on to life, cling on to those he loved and cared about. He wanted to protect them so much, he forgot himself.
Just when he wanted to touch the door knob, it hit him… the coffin sounded hollow. He never saw Trowa's dead body. Not that he wanted to see that. But… Was Trowa really dead? Was he truly gone? Hollow… coffins never sounded hollow unless there was no one in there; unless the coffin was empty.
He let go of the door knob and walked over to the coffin. Duo wanted to open the coffin, to see if Trowa was inside, to calm his nerves. The coffin was already sealed, with no way to open it. No matter how he tried and pulled, all he did was breaking his nails and hurt his hands. 'There must be a better way,' he muttered to himself, took out his ever loaded gun and shot the seals of the coffin. With two loud bangs and it was over.
He opened the door and found only the silk inside of the coffin. And thin air. Trowa wasn't even inside the coffin. Not even a body.
'What the? Duo!' Hilde came bursting in followed by the owner of the church. Both were screaming at him, until the owner saw the empty coffin. He cried and ran away as quickly as possible. Hilde stared at him. His eyes were furious, blazing with a rage she had never seen before, and immediately wished she had never to see that rage again. 'How did you know?' she whispered softly, eyes wide in terror.
'It sounded hollow.'
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Quatre's account was gone. For a couple of hours he searched for his best friends account, but it was just gone. Quatre Rabarbe Winner was gone. Missing without a trace. But it needs a Gundam pilot to find a missing Gundam pilot. But when he searched the hotels in town, there were no young men of his description. Wufei was flabbergasted. How could this happen! He was the top Preventer there was. Lady Une was nothing compared to him and yet he wanted to work in the field. He could find everything, from a book in the library to clues in the field to hidden or missing objects and persons. But right now, when he needed to find Quatre, he couldn't find his best friend. He smashed his fists into the desk and gave a raw cry. Angry and frustrated he left the office for a cup of coffee, when he encountered Noin.
'Hard time?' The woman begun, 'how are you doing anyway?'
Wufei grunted something, but understood that she just tried her best to cheer him up, 'Yeah, hard time indeed.'
'Tell me.' She said to him and smiled, 'take the triple espresso.' Both were happy with the coffee and went back to his office. When the door was closed, Noin sat at his desk. 'Before you start, I want you to scoop something out. Find Trowa's file.'
Wufei raised his eyebrows, 'you can't find a file? He's here at the net.' He typed in the name of his friend, found his file but couldn't open it. 'Access denied?' Noin smiled softly and stood up, 'Good, than I am not the only one.'
'What do you mean by that?'
She sighed, 'Zechs is already two days trying to open that file, he tried all sorts of programs and codes but nothing works. He gets frustrated. And I wondered if you could do it.'
'Heero can do that.'
'Heero can do that?'
'Do I hear an echo in here?'
Noin smiled, Wufei's office seemed very simple, but he was complicated. She never thought of Heero. Zechs didn't either. But Wufei did. Behind the simple office, lay a complicated man.
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When he got out of the car, two young children stood in front of him crying: 'daddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaddy.'
'Sounds like we're going to the MacDonald's…' Relena sighed, 'You didn't promise them?' she smacked the door of the car and walked over to her honeys, 'Hey there cuties!'
Kimberley hugged her mother, 'hi mom!' and walked over to her dad, 'the desert prince is missing. That's what I need to tell you. Uncle Wufei said I had to.'
'And the dragon is at the cavern.' Timothy said right behind her.
'I wanted to say that!' She smacked her little brother at the head.
'You bitch!' Timothy scolded right back at her.
'Watch your language! And no fighting in my house!' Heero roared at his kids. Than he sat at their eye level, 'scolding and hitting is naughty, it hurts other people. If you do that again, you will do the dishes tonight.' But he wouldn't dine with them. He needed to find the dragon. Relena understood he had to leave and kissed him goodbye, 'When are you home again?'
'I don't know…' he whispered and hugged his children goodbye, 'you watch over the girls, big boy?' Timothy was proud; his father gave him the task of the man in the house. But the little sister would overrule his authority ASAP. Then he got into the car again and drove off to find the dragon in his cavern.
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Noin stretched herself when Wufei tried for the one billionth times to crack the code. This was truly boring. What was it with man and not giving up? On the other hand, this young man belonged to a group of five who refused to give in. Give up didn't appear in his dictionary. She sat in one of the more comfortable chairs in the small office. White walls, white furniture, white chairs, everything in his office was white. Wasn't he ever going to get boring due to the colorless style of the office? Thank heaven that the plants were still green!
'Head desk…' he muttered after the latest attempt and smacked his head into the desk. 'Ouch.'
For a second she stared at him, 'that's gonna be a nasty bump.' Noin said and touched the bruised spot on his forehead. 'Let me kiss it better for you.' Before he could struggle, she kissed his forehead.
'Hope I'm not interrupting something…' Heero came in, a soft smile upon his lips. Noin jumped up and flushed. 'I just kissed his forehead better!'
'Try that even louder and they hear you at the corridors.' Heero smiled as he closed the door, 'what is it Wufei?' Noin was still flushing bright red, like a tomato.
'Quatre is missing.' Wufei just burst in and the expression on his face gave even Heero the shivers.
'Quatre is missing, while his is in this state of mind? That's…'
'Ah come on Heero! Even I can see that you are a lousy actor!' Noin scolded at him, 'What's going on here!'
Now it was Heero's time to flush bright red like a tomato, 'Not much…' he stumbled, 'promised not to tell.'
'Something with the lady?' Wufei asked slightly, 'or something else.'
'You wanted to know something,' he tried to change the subject, 'what is it?'
With a glance Wufei turned the subject and gave him the information he needed. Heero nodded and tried his best to crack the code. After several attempts, he gave up. 'Sorry…'
'Only one person has the power to lock this file.' Wufei muttered, 'Lady Une.' Heero was not surprised at all, alright, when was he surprised at all! Hardly ever. Noin knew that Lady Une had such power, but she wanted to look in the file herself. Just like Zechs and Wufei wanted. 'Mind if we go see her?' Wufei asked Heero, aware of the fact that Heero hid more than trouble with the lady.
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Lady Une stood with her face to the window, 'good thing you came,' she said softly when they were all present in her office. 'Good thing.'
'We want to know something. Why is Trowa's dossier a secret to us?'
For what seemed minutes, the tall woman remained silent. When she turned around, she sighed and sat behind her desk. 'I must tell you, that what happened without my knowledge and without my permission.' Another sigh escaped her lips, 'I'm not going to hide anymore, for the life of Trowa Barton is in great danger.' She paused before she continued and allowed her guests to find seats. 'The president is afraid that the Preventers can't withstand the new threats of this coming era. Therefore he ordered one of my top Preventers to go and find out what might come. Trowa investigated. He found out that parts were stolen by a group of street racers. Those parts are needed for the interior of MS. Trowa didn't find out whether the parts were needed for one or numerous MS.'
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The small restaurant was not what Quatre was used to. It lay in the middle of fucking nothing. There was poverty and the dirt everywhere in the small restaurant. He already hated the bad food and the lousy coffee. And the waitress was a true bitch. When he didn't tip her enough, she growled at him and smacked the coffee almost in his face. He wanted to take a stand, but did nothing. 'Is that the powerful Quatre Rabarbe winner?' A familiar voice came from behind him.
He never took his eyes of his coffee, 'No, I'm afraid I'm not.'
'Ow, to bad… I hoped he would be. Mind if I drink some coffee with you?' the woman asked him and sat behind him, 'Two coffee please.'
The waitress grunted again and pored in some more coffee.
'Good thing you're not drinking alcohol.'
'You know me, allergic reactions.'
'So you are him?' But instead of giving more response, he could kill himself for the first stupid response. He didn't know he was so stupid. 'Doesn't matter. You want to find him, do you? It's obvious. You wouldn't do this, if he wasn't alive. Your sixth sense…' she said to him and smiled.
'I believe… I believe he is still alive. And what is your part in this Dorothy?'
'I know why this happened. I know the true reasons.' In the mean time she ordered tequila, 'but I want to live a little bit longer, before you start killing me.' Smiling she drunk the tequila, paid and left.
Startled Quatre paid as well and followed her.
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TBC
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