Hey there, all
you…uh…people!
Well here's the
second part.
Hope you enjoy
it…I know I had fun writing it. There's
just something about me and assassins, I dunno…I love assassin-type
things…they're so exciting!!
Oh yeah,
there'll be sap, angst, attempted humor and other things. I have a basic plan of what I wanna have
happen, but at the mo', I'll just go with the flow. (Ooh, it rhymes!!)
And Wu-chan
finally comes into play in this part!! (Oh happy day, huh Smee?)
Let me know what
y'all think, mmmkay?
Oh yeah…Ryu
Ichijouji is MINE!! MINE MINE MINE!! So there.
~ Wannon-chan ~
Blood Money – Part Two
Treize Khushrenada yawned delicately, his arms tightening around the form of his Dragon, causing the smaller man to wake.
"…Treize" he mumbled softly. Treize nuzzled his hair.
"Good morning, Dragon, I trust you slept well?" he asked softly. Wufei turned to face his lover, placing a soft kiss upon his lips.
"I always sleep well in your arms" he replied with a sigh. Treize grinned.
"Glad to hear it…now, how does the idea of breakfast appeal to you?" he asked, laughing merrily as Wufei's stomach rumbled in response.
"I think there's no need to answer that question, my stomach summed it up quite nicely" Wufei said with a smile. Treize laughed, as he left the bed, helping Wufei untangle himself from their bedsheets.
They ate breakfast together, sharing smiles and quiet words. But their breakfast was interrupted by the arrival of one of Treize's ninjas.
~ * ~
Treize was a great believer in the ways of the ninja, and ran an assassination-type business, not unlike Heero's. The difference was, his was more respected, if such a thing was possible, and had ninjas instead of the modern-day-style assassin, with their sniper rifles, and such. His ninjas were well-trained, and deadly.
Having Heero as competition created a lot of stress, as some people didn't believe in the strength of his silent assassins…thought it was too primitive. Instead, they relied on Heero and his modern machinery to get the job done.
Sure…he would get the job done, but where was the honor? Shooting an unarmed someone in the skull from afar certainly wasn't honorable.
So Treize was determined to prove his ninja's worthiness, by ridding himself of the competition. All he needed was to wipe Heero and his assassins out, and his clients would have no choice but to return to him.
In today's world, there was no peace, no safety. It was civil war. Countrymen fighting each other, hatred and rage flowed freely. The authorities couldn't do a thing.
It was the perfect kind of world for a business such as Treize's…
~ * ~
The ninja bowed politely, his platinum-blonde hair falling in front of his face.
"Treize-sama…I am sorry to interrupt, but we have confirmation on the location of Heero Yuy" he said efficiently. Treize nodded.
"Continue, Zechs" he said. The ninja nodded.
"He has been spotted with a Duo Maxwell…who has close ties with the Winner boy, Quatre. We are unaware of his plans" he explained. Treize looked thoughtful.
"Hmm…an assassination of Winner would be easily done…that boy is too friendly for his own good. But why…?" Treize pondered. Wufei looked up at the now-pacing man.
"Treize…maybe this Maxwell fits into the Winner boy's will, somehow…" he suggested. Treize raised a forked eyebrow.
"Hmm, Dragon…you may be right" he said, turning to the ninja in the doorway.
"You said this Maxwell had close ties with Winner?" he asked. Zechs nodded.
"That's right, sir. Some type of close friendship" he replied. Treize smiled, his gaze returning to Wufei.
"Well, well…Dragon, you impress me" he said. Wufei blushed and ducked his head.
"Treize-sama, what would you like us to do about it?" the forgotten ninja inquired, causing Treize to jump a little. He looked from Wufei, to Zechs, back to Wufei again.
"Nothing. Wufei, I can handle it…alone" he said. Wufei looked towards Treize sharply.
"What?!" he snapped. "Treize, that's ludicrous! I haven't taken part in a mission for months! And neither have you, for that matter!"
"Wufei, don't raise your voice to me" Treize said calmly, making Wufei cringe.
Whoops…he called me Wufei, not good. He thought. 'Dragon' was his name, as far as Treize was concerned, and the usage of his real name told Wufei that he was treading on thin ice.
"Forgive me, Treize…but you know I have a point" he said, calmly and evenly this time. Treize took a deep breath.
"Yes, Dragon, you are right. But we both know that we are capable. We are the best in our field. All we need is to fine-tune our training, and there will not be a problem." He said. Wufei sighed.
"Treize, I just-" he began. Treize placed a finger over his lips.
"Shh, my Dragon…we shall be fine" he said. Wufei nodded.
I sure hope so… he thought, as Treize began going over plans.
~ * ~
Trowa knocked apprehensively on the door to his sister's house. She opened it, a confused look on her face.
"Trowa…? Trowa, what are you doing here?…ooh, if Quatre hurt you, I swear I'll-" Catherine began to rant. Trowa stood on the front porch, silent as usual, but his eyes were quickly filling with tears, which he attempted to blink back.
Damn, spending too much time with Quatre has made me so mushy…I never used to cry like this… he thought. Catherine caught sight of the tears.
"Oh, Trowa…come in, come in…" she commanded. Catherine had been part of the same circus as he, they had a brother-sister act together involving knives. But when Trowa quit to be with Quatre, Catherine quit to be near to Trowa.
It had come in handy.
Trowa sat down on the couch, accepting the hug his sister offered.
"Wanna tell me what happened?" she asked softly. Trowa sighed.
"It's Heero…" he began. Catherine tensed, hugging her brother tighter.
"He didn't touch you again, did he?" she asked. Trowa sniffled uncharacteristically, blaming his 'weakness' on Quatre once more.
He made me human again…too human…he thought.
"No, he didn't touch me, it's just…" he trailed off, yawning deeply. Catherine noticed immediately, and dragged him to her spare room.
"Tell me tomorrow, Trowa…you look exhausted. Listen, stay as long as you want, okay? It's no problem with me" she said. Trowa nodded sleepily, and Catherine kissed him goodnight.
"See you in the morning" she whispered, before leaving Trowa alone.
Better get some sleep…maybe things will seem brighter in the morning… he thought, undressing and clambering into bed.
But I doubt it…
~ * ~
Quatre sat on a couch, listening to the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner of the room.
::Tick, tock…tick, tock…::
The rhythmic sounds threatened to lull him to sleep, against his wishes.
I can't fall asleep, I have to wait for Trowa to come back…I'm sure he knows I didn't mean it… he thought desperately. The servants knew to leave him well alone, and he was thankful.
I don't need their words of encouragement…I need Trowa…he thought miserably. He leant backwards against the couch with a sigh.
Maybe I should go get him…I know he'll be at Catherine's house. No, I can't just go and retrieve him like lost property…he needs to come back to me on his own. He thought with a sniffle. Slowly he stood up, walking over to the phone.
"Duo…I'll call Duo, he'll know what to do" he said to himself, dialing his best friend's number. It rang twice, before Heero's face appeared.
"What do you want?" he asked, not nastily, but not very politely, either. Quatre flushed.
"Uh, hello Heero…can I speak to Duo, please?" he asked softly. Heero's Prussian blue eyes flickered, before he leaned forwards and grabbed hold of something. Duo's braid.
"Oww! Heero, how many times have I got to tell you? Not the braid!" Duo's voice exclaimed.
"Duo. Phone" Heero said sharply. Quatre heard Duo squeal.
"For me?! Who is it?" he asked, pushing Heero out of the way, and glancing at the screen. He lit up upon seeing Quatre's face.
"Q-man! Nice to hear from you!!" he exclaimed. Quatre smiled half-heartedly, and Duo frowned.
"Somethin' wrong, Q-buddy?" he inquired. Quatre's eyes filled with tears, and he sniffled.
"Duo, Trowa left me…and it's all my fault!!" he wailed. Duo facefaulted.
"Whoa, Q, calm down…uh, I'll be there soon, alright?" he asked. Quatre sniffled again and nodded.
"Okay…" he said quietly, a tear trickling down his porcelain cheek. Duo turned to look at Heero, eyes pleading.
"I gotta go see Quatre for a while, Heero…I'll see you later. You'll be okay here by yourself, right?" he asked. Quatre heard Heero snort.
"Of course" he heard Heero reply. Duo turned back to Quatre, beaming.
"Okay! I'll see you soon!…ooh, and I'll bring some alcohol! Things don't hurt so much when you're drunk!" he exclaimed. Quatre smiled weakly, and nodded.
"Bye…" he said, before hanging up. He sat back down on the couch. All he had to do now was wait for Duo.
::Tick,
tock…tick, tock…::
Quatre resumed his vigil, his gaze fixing on the front door.
I knew I could count on Duo…he's always been there for me.
~ * ~
Heero watched as Duo pulled on a leather jacket, flipping his chestnut braid over his shoulder. He looked back at Heero with a wink.
"Sorry babe, but Quatre's my best bud! I can't leave him like that. You understand, don't ya?" he asked, flinging his arms around Heero's neck, and nuzzling against him playfully. Heero nipped at his earlobe, causing Duo to yelp.
"Go, Duo." He commanded. Duo responded with a sweet kiss.
"Thanks Heero. I knew I could count on you…" he said softly, before walking out the door. Heero heard the roar of Duo's motorcycle and sighed to himself.
I know I'm supposed to be playing the good boyfriend…but I think I'm getting too used to it. Damn it, Heero! You're not supposed to like him! Think of the mission, not that crazy baka…he told himself. But the violet eyes wouldn't leave him in peace. With an angry growl, Heero suppressed all feelings for Duo, hiding them deeper within himself.
The mission comes first.
~ * ~
Duo winked at the liquor store owner as he left.
"Thanks Ryu-san! Catch you later, alright?" he called, as he leapt back onto his motorcycle, and headed to Quatre's estate. He was a frequent customer at Ryu Ichijouji's liquor store, and Ryu always gave him a good deal.
The large Winner estate loomed up in front of him, and Duo took a deep breath, knowing what to expect. Quatre, tears, and sad music.
He was wrong.
Knocking hesitantly on the large front door, Duo was surprised to see Quatre open it himself, his eyes dull, and his face blank.
"Duo…I'm so glad you made it" he said monotonously. Duo was taken aback by this unusual sight.
"Q-chan? Oh, it's worse than I thought…" he said, as Quatre took his hand and led him inside. Once in the large mansion, they sat together on the couch, Duo looked worriedly at the blonde.
"Wanna tell me, Q?" he asked tentatively. Quatre turned those empty eyes towards him, and to Duo's relief, they filled with tears.
Good, this is good. Tears, I can handle…this empty, blank-faced thing he's got goin on…I'm not sure. Duo thought, as Quatre began his sad tale. Duo retrieved the bottle of vodka he had purchased, and Quatre eagerly gulped a few shots down, loosening him up. Pretty soon he was back to his normal self, with the sad eyes, the tears and…well, no sad music, but then again, Quatre was far too tiddly to play the violin.
"'Sall my fault, Duo…no more Trowa, nope! He's gone, gone, gone!" Quatre sobbed. Duo hugged Quatre tightly.
"Hey, don't worry about it, Q. I betcha the Tro-man will come to his senses sooner or later. He should know you're too much of a treasure to leave!" Duo said cheerfully. Quatre sniffled, his tear-blurred eyes focusing hazily on Duo's face. He smiled suddenly, and Duo waited for the explanation.
"Heyyy Duo…you're realllly pretty, you know thaaat?" Quatre slurred. Duo sweatdropped.
"Uh, what about Trowa?" he asked. Quatre smiled lecherously at him.
Maybe getting Quatre drunk wasn't such a good idea…he thought worriedly.
"Screww Trowaaa…nooo, screww you!" he said with a giggle, kissing Duo abruptly. Duo was shocked. Quatre would never act this way, he was incredibly loyal to his love. He pushed Quatre off of him firmly, fixing him with a glare.
"Quatre…don't do this, you'll regret it," he said. Quatre snorted.
"Nooo, I won't! I want youu, Duo…I've wanted you for a looong time!" he protested, before falling asleep on Duo's chest. Duo chuckled.
"Believe me, kid…if we weren't both involved, things would have turned out differently just now," he confided in the sleeping angel.
Oh yeah…it definitely would have been different… he thought, as he stroked the golden strands of hair. Duo made himself comfortable, and with a sigh, succumbed to sleep.
End Part Two
Oh nuts! That's not what I thought was going to happen!! Argh! Oh well…no harm done, really. Well, next part should be a little less relationship-based, and it should start getting action-packed!! Okay, maybe just action-laced. Well, it'll have action in it…maybe. NOOOO! I'm not being convincing!!
Tell me if
you're enjoying this, so I feel compelled to write more, kay? Thankya!
~ Wannon-chan ~