A Soldier's Love
Part 10
Written by: Pingo
A GW/Yaoi/Shonen-ai Fanfic
Rated PG-13 for language, lime, bondage (nothing like that!), and boy/boy love. No Lemon, you hentais! Sorry...
Author's Note: Hey! Thanks to everyone out there who reviews or E-mails me about the fic! I really am trying to get this all down, but I'm not sure how many parts it'll take to get this all out... ^_^ But, I, who never finish anything, will finish this! I'll break my record, 'cause how can I leave the poor GW pilots in such a precarious predicament?!? I can't... Okay, okay, enough babbling on with Part 10...
Quatre hurried over to the phone and snatched it up. "What in the hell do you people want from me?!?"
The voice on the other end was un-phased. "Master Winner we have your friends. Within the next twenty-four hours we will call you with our list of demands. If you meet our demands, we will release your friends, un- harmed. Until then, Master Winner, Good-bye."
Quatre dropped the phone and backed away from it, unsure of what to do, now that he was alone. *Something about that voice...* he thought. *It sounded so familiar...* The caller's identity danced on the fringe of his mind, just beyond his grasp. Try as he might, he couldn't think of who the voice had belonged to. He sat down on the couch and pulled his knees up against his chest, rocking gently back and forth. *Something about the reverence in his voice when he said--* And just like that, he drifted off into a dark oblivion of nightmares.
~*~*~
Heero stared off in to the silent darkness, as the others slept. *I can't believe I didn't figure it out sooner,* Heero thought, as he continued to sit and stare. It was the ultimate betrayal, and in his confused, drugged mind, he tried to fit the pieces together. He knew who it was, but what he couldn't figure out was why...
~*~*~
A loud sound from outside woke Quatre a few hours later. He ran to the window to look out and see what was going on. His eyes swept down the street, then back up to the other end. Nothing amiss. He sighed and walked out of the living room, sighing heavily. As he paced the front corridor, he began to think again. *That voice. It was so familiar...*
Quatre's train of thought was broken by a ringing telephone. He raced to the phone and snatched it up. "What do you want? I'll give you anything, just let my friends go!"
"Master Winner, we do not want your money."
"Then, what is this about?!?"
"This is a simple matter of revenge. There is a limo waiting in front of your house at the street. Get in. You will be driven to our secret location. Come alone. Do not bring any weapons."
Quatre was baffled as he made his way out to the limo. *What have I done to anyone that would constitute the need for revenge?* he wondered. *It must have something to do with the war,* he thought, *but the war has been over for years...*
He did as he had been told and got in to the limo, and sat quietly as it pulled away. He stared out the tinted windows as it drove across the city. As it pulled to a stop, Quatre came to a shocking realization. They were parked outside of the house that had been Quatre's father's. The one he had let Maguanacs move in to.
He got out of the limo and went up to the front door, knocking softly. *What is going on?!?* he asked himself, anxious to get this over with.
The door opened softly to reveal Rashid, standing on the other side with a grim look on his face. "Master Quatre." He bowed ever so slightly to his 'master' in a show of respect. "Please come in."
"Rashid! What's the meaning of this?!?" Quatre demanded, planting his feet firmly on the floor, refusing to move an inch.
"Please, Master, I must ask you to come in. What we do, we do for you, to serve you." With that, he ushered Quatre in to the main sitting room.
"I-I don't understand... What're you talking about?" Quatre asked, confused.
"These young men, they have hurt you. They must suffer for what they have done," Rashid explained.
"What? Hurt me? Suffer?"
"Through our servailance equipment, we saw what you did to yourself, because Trowa left you. We saw how hurt you were when Heero toyed with your emotions, then went running back to Duo."
"What of Wufei and Solo?" Quatre inquired. "How do they fit in to your mis-guided plan?"
"They would've interfered," Rashid answered simply.
"Well, I'm interfering now. Release them! All of them."
"But, Master, we have yet to complete avenging you."
"It is npt your place to seek revenge on my behalf. Have you not asked yourselves why I was so hurt by their actions? It's because I love them. They are my life, all I have. And what's this of survailance?!?"
"We had to put it in, Master Quatre. For your own well-being. You pushed us out. How else were we to protect you?"
"Release my friends and go," Quatre ordered.
"But if we go, how are we to serve you?" the older man asked.
"If you wish to serve me, go help others. I'm fine where I am."
"You are not fine. Lift your sleeve and bear your wounds, and then tell me you are fine."
"I'll be alright, just do as I say. Release my friends."
Rashid bowed his head. "As you wish, Master." He stood and went down the hall. A few moments later, the hall was filled by 10 pounding feet, and Quatre was being smothered in hugs.
~*~*~
Trowa smiled softly as he pulled the covers up and tucked them around himself and his beloved koi. "Goodnight Quatre," he said softly, though he knew the other boy was asleep. *It's so nice to be back where I belong,* he thought, as he closed his eyes and fell asleep to the deep rhythm of Quatre's breathing.
Author's Note: Okay, I still have at least one, maybe two parts coming, 'cause even though everything is all nice and happy now, I still have my original idea to resolve... But for now, everyone can rest easy knowing everything is all happy for the moment. Aaahhh! I want to get this finished so I can get started on my new GW idea! After that one though, I'll probably take a break on GW, 'cause I got some other Sailor Moon, and 5ive fan-fic ideas, not to mention the other stuff I like to write... *sigh* Well, my fingers are tired so G'night!
Part 10
Written by: Pingo
A GW/Yaoi/Shonen-ai Fanfic
Rated PG-13 for language, lime, bondage (nothing like that!), and boy/boy love. No Lemon, you hentais! Sorry...
Author's Note: Hey! Thanks to everyone out there who reviews or E-mails me about the fic! I really am trying to get this all down, but I'm not sure how many parts it'll take to get this all out... ^_^ But, I, who never finish anything, will finish this! I'll break my record, 'cause how can I leave the poor GW pilots in such a precarious predicament?!? I can't... Okay, okay, enough babbling on with Part 10...
Quatre hurried over to the phone and snatched it up. "What in the hell do you people want from me?!?"
The voice on the other end was un-phased. "Master Winner we have your friends. Within the next twenty-four hours we will call you with our list of demands. If you meet our demands, we will release your friends, un- harmed. Until then, Master Winner, Good-bye."
Quatre dropped the phone and backed away from it, unsure of what to do, now that he was alone. *Something about that voice...* he thought. *It sounded so familiar...* The caller's identity danced on the fringe of his mind, just beyond his grasp. Try as he might, he couldn't think of who the voice had belonged to. He sat down on the couch and pulled his knees up against his chest, rocking gently back and forth. *Something about the reverence in his voice when he said--* And just like that, he drifted off into a dark oblivion of nightmares.
~*~*~
Heero stared off in to the silent darkness, as the others slept. *I can't believe I didn't figure it out sooner,* Heero thought, as he continued to sit and stare. It was the ultimate betrayal, and in his confused, drugged mind, he tried to fit the pieces together. He knew who it was, but what he couldn't figure out was why...
~*~*~
A loud sound from outside woke Quatre a few hours later. He ran to the window to look out and see what was going on. His eyes swept down the street, then back up to the other end. Nothing amiss. He sighed and walked out of the living room, sighing heavily. As he paced the front corridor, he began to think again. *That voice. It was so familiar...*
Quatre's train of thought was broken by a ringing telephone. He raced to the phone and snatched it up. "What do you want? I'll give you anything, just let my friends go!"
"Master Winner, we do not want your money."
"Then, what is this about?!?"
"This is a simple matter of revenge. There is a limo waiting in front of your house at the street. Get in. You will be driven to our secret location. Come alone. Do not bring any weapons."
Quatre was baffled as he made his way out to the limo. *What have I done to anyone that would constitute the need for revenge?* he wondered. *It must have something to do with the war,* he thought, *but the war has been over for years...*
He did as he had been told and got in to the limo, and sat quietly as it pulled away. He stared out the tinted windows as it drove across the city. As it pulled to a stop, Quatre came to a shocking realization. They were parked outside of the house that had been Quatre's father's. The one he had let Maguanacs move in to.
He got out of the limo and went up to the front door, knocking softly. *What is going on?!?* he asked himself, anxious to get this over with.
The door opened softly to reveal Rashid, standing on the other side with a grim look on his face. "Master Quatre." He bowed ever so slightly to his 'master' in a show of respect. "Please come in."
"Rashid! What's the meaning of this?!?" Quatre demanded, planting his feet firmly on the floor, refusing to move an inch.
"Please, Master, I must ask you to come in. What we do, we do for you, to serve you." With that, he ushered Quatre in to the main sitting room.
"I-I don't understand... What're you talking about?" Quatre asked, confused.
"These young men, they have hurt you. They must suffer for what they have done," Rashid explained.
"What? Hurt me? Suffer?"
"Through our servailance equipment, we saw what you did to yourself, because Trowa left you. We saw how hurt you were when Heero toyed with your emotions, then went running back to Duo."
"What of Wufei and Solo?" Quatre inquired. "How do they fit in to your mis-guided plan?"
"They would've interfered," Rashid answered simply.
"Well, I'm interfering now. Release them! All of them."
"But, Master, we have yet to complete avenging you."
"It is npt your place to seek revenge on my behalf. Have you not asked yourselves why I was so hurt by their actions? It's because I love them. They are my life, all I have. And what's this of survailance?!?"
"We had to put it in, Master Quatre. For your own well-being. You pushed us out. How else were we to protect you?"
"Release my friends and go," Quatre ordered.
"But if we go, how are we to serve you?" the older man asked.
"If you wish to serve me, go help others. I'm fine where I am."
"You are not fine. Lift your sleeve and bear your wounds, and then tell me you are fine."
"I'll be alright, just do as I say. Release my friends."
Rashid bowed his head. "As you wish, Master." He stood and went down the hall. A few moments later, the hall was filled by 10 pounding feet, and Quatre was being smothered in hugs.
~*~*~
Trowa smiled softly as he pulled the covers up and tucked them around himself and his beloved koi. "Goodnight Quatre," he said softly, though he knew the other boy was asleep. *It's so nice to be back where I belong,* he thought, as he closed his eyes and fell asleep to the deep rhythm of Quatre's breathing.
Author's Note: Okay, I still have at least one, maybe two parts coming, 'cause even though everything is all nice and happy now, I still have my original idea to resolve... But for now, everyone can rest easy knowing everything is all happy for the moment. Aaahhh! I want to get this finished so I can get started on my new GW idea! After that one though, I'll probably take a break on GW, 'cause I got some other Sailor Moon, and 5ive fan-fic ideas, not to mention the other stuff I like to write... *sigh* Well, my fingers are tired so G'night!