Hello you!
This be the end of
this darn thing…or so I hope. Can ya
tell I write the authors notes before the actual story?! ::giggle::
Well…thanks to all of
you who have supported me through all this hunka junk.. It means a lot to me, ya know? If I hadn't
received much support and stuff, I mighta just stopped altogether! So muchas
gracias, mi amigas/amigos! Hope you enjoy the (hopefully) last part! Oh, and if
the mood takes me…there may be a lemon. ::grins::
~ Wannon-chan ~
Blood Money Part Seven.
"Alright. We'll come with you." Trowa said to the three figures before him.
The ginger-haired man nodded to the small Asian and the tall blonde, and they both moved forward, picking up the cooling bodies and slinging them over their shoulders. Trowa helped Quatre to his feet, he was badly shaken and needed to be helped along, too weak to stay upright. They walked in slow procession to a large van, entering the back, where there were cushions and seats everywhere. Heero and Duo's bodies were placed gently down on the floor, and covered with blankets, at Quatre's request.
"It's too horrible…" he whispered into Trowa's ear. Trowa merely nodded in reply, and held Quatre closer to him. They rode in silence, Quatre noticed the slight Asian youth sending them sad looks from where he was sitting, cuddled up to his obvious lover. The blonde man was sending them rather strange glances, and Quatre felt himself picturing a love triangle.
This is no time for such trivial thoughts…your best friend just died! His inner voice told him, and Quatre found himself in tears again, sobbing into Trowa, who looked unsteady, too.
The feel of the van coming to an abrupt halt made Quatre retreat from Trowa's chest, glancing around with his blurred, red eyes.
"Are we there?" he asked the Asian boy. He shook his head, onyx eyes puzzled.
"No…something's wrong. Zechs? What's going on?" he asked the tall blonde, who was driving. He frowned.
"We hit a deer…" he said. The ginger-haired man laughed.
"We? You mean you hit a deer, right?" he said. Zechs blushed.
"Uh…yes." He replied. "Hang on, I'll go see if it's okay…"
As Zechs left the van, Quatre realised something.
"I don't even know you…what are your names, what do you do…why are we going with you?" he asked, genuinely confused. The ginger-haired man smiled.
"My name is Treize Khushrenada. I am the leader of a family of ninjas, and am one myself. This handsome young man beside me is my lover, Chang Wufei, and the blonde deer-killer out there is Zechs Merquise…er, I mean…Milliardo Peacecraft." He explained. Wufei blushed, and elbowed Treize.
"Did you have to?" he hissed. Treize laughed.
"Dragon, I hardly think they're in the position to judge our sexuality, am I right, gentlemen?" he said smugly, raising his sexy eyebrows. Trowa cracked a small smile despite it all.
"You would be correct." He said, and Treize smiled, giving Wufei a look.
"We are…were Heero's competition. But I have decided to discontinue this assassin business…I want to just live in peace, with my elegant Dragon at my side…" Treize said dreamily, and Wufei blushed further, hiding his face in Treize's shirt.
"You're coming with us, because I have something I wish to show you, and some things I would like to discuss. Of course, you will need a clear mind, so you will be given a room, and food…I feel guilty about this whole thing. We could have gotten there sooner, and stopped this…" Treize said, his face creased with guilt. Quatre shook his head.
"Don't blame yourself…what's done is done." He said. Treize nodded.
"You are right, Master Winner. But I still wish for you to come with us. I swear you will come to no harm." He said. Quatre smiled politely, and nodded.
"I am quite sure of your good will towards us. We accept. Thankyou…" he said, and snuggled in to Trowa. Zechs chose that moment to reappear.
"Uh…the deer's fine. I just missed it…it's long gone." He said. Treize nodded.
"Would you like me to take over for a while?" he asked, gesturing towards the driver's seat. Zechs smiled, and pointed to Wufei.
"I don't think you can. You'll wake sleeping beauty…" he said. Treize pressed a soft kiss to Wufei's temple, and sighed.
"You are right. Sorry…" he said, and Zechs shrugged, continuing their journey. Quatre fell asleep soon after, and was awoken by Trowa about an hour later.
"Angel…wake up." He said softly. Quatre yawned, stretching languidly. He blinked a couple of times and glanced around.
"Eep!" he exclaimed, upon seeing the large group of intrigued faces peering in through the windows of the van, and the open door.
"Trowa! How long have they been there?!" he asked. Trowa smiled.
"About half an hour…" he said. "I didn't want to wake you up, but they insisted." He said. Quatre nodded.
"Oh. Shall we go? These people make me nervous…" he said. Trowa nodded, and helped Quatre up, noting the puzzled glance at the floor, where Heero and Duo's bodies had once lain.
"They're being prepared for burial." Trowa said, and Quatre's eyes widened.
"Burial?! Where?" he asked. Trowa placed a hand over his mouth.
"Come with me…I've been on the tour. Now it's your turn." He said smugly. He led Quatre out of the van, smiling softly to himself as he watched his beloved's beautiful tourmaline eyes take in the lush forest around them.
"Wow…" Quatre breathed.
"This is nothing. Just wait and see…" Trowa whispered. They made their way into the house, and out through the back door, to an immense rose garden. Quatre's senses were overloaded.
The beautiful smells of the roses mingled together, creating a unique perfume, while their stunning beauty and colour took Quatre's breath away. They saw Treize and Wufei sitting together on a stone bench, and Quatre rushed to them.
"Treize…" he said. The aristocratic-looking man glanced up at him with a smile.
"Master Winner…do you like what you see?" he asked. Quatre nodded.
"This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen…did you create this, Treize?" he asked, breathless.
"Yes. It's my pride and joy, my place of respite…" he said. Wufei nodded.
"We come here to get away from it all…it's our haven from the madness of the outside world." He said softly. Quatre felt Trowa wrap his arms around his waist from behind, and nuzzle at his ear.
"They wish for Duo and Heero to be buried here…there is a graveyard further down." he said. Quatre's eyes brimmed with tears.
"Really? You would do that for us?" he asked. Treize nodded.
"Yes, but it is for our benefit too…" he said. "Please, the funeral will be held for them tomorrow…until then, you are our guests. Make yourselves at home, and feel free to ask for anything at all…"
"That is most kind of you…if I may be excused? I really need to take a bath…" Quatre said quietly, gesturing to his bloody clothing. Treize nodded.
"Of course. There are robes in your room for you, but I'm afraid you will have to borrow some of Wufei's clothes…" he said. Wufei nodded.
"I have left some in your room…I'm sure they will fit." He said. Quatre nodded.
"Thankyou, Wufei, Treize. I'll see you later…" he said, and Trowa took him to their room. It was then that Quatre actually got a good look at Trowa. He was dressed the same as Wufei…white silk pants, and a dark tank top. Quatre smiled.
"Cute." He commented. Trowa laughed a little, and divulged Quatre of his shirt. The blonde shivered at his lover's touch.
"I'm glad you came back to me, Trowa…I never really wanted you to leave me. I was just so frustrated that the man I love couldn't talk to me about everything…and I exploded. I'm sorry…" he said, and Trowa hugged him close, placing feather-soft kisses on his cheek, then covering the pouty pink lips with his own.
"I'm sorry, too…I love you, Quatre Raberba Winner. You're my heart…" he whispered once they broke the kiss.
"And you're my soul…" Quatre replied. They kissed again, feeling their body temperatures rise. Quatre looked at Trowa, a crystal-coloured tear pooling in his eye, and slowly trickling down his flushed cheek. Trowa kissed it away.
"Let's get you washed up…" he suggested, removing Quatre's pants as well. Quatre removed his boxers, and Trowa ran the bath for him, taking a long, appreciative glance at his beloved's naked form.
"You're absolutely beautiful…" he whispered, and Quatre blushed.
"Thankyou, Trowa…" he replied, and hopped into the bath. The hot water relaxed his muscles and he sighed. Trowa began to wash Quatre's hair, massaging his scalp gently.
"I still can't believe this has happened…Duo's gone, Trowa…gone forever…" he whispered. Trowa kissed his cheek, then began to rinse out the shampoo.
"I know…" was all he could manage.
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Quatre was stuck in a dream, unable to move, scream, or breathe. He simply floated there, watching Duo die over and over again.
I should have saved him! It should have been me! He told himself, trying to change the dream. It wasn't working. Duo died, Quatre cried, then it began all over again, like some sort of sick game.
NO! …Duo, I'm so sorry…stop… he pleaded, hoping that someone would hear, and set him free from this nightmare.
Suddenly, everything was black.
Quatre could hear footsteps approaching, loud and resonant. A shadow emerged from the blackness, barely visible except for the haunted eyes. A sudden flash of light made Quatre wince, and close his eyes. Upon opening them, he saw someone he thought he'd never see again, standing under a beam of unholy light.
"Duo…" he said, his voice unable to rise above a whisper. The braided one smiled evilly at him, and walked closer. He backhanded Quatre sharply, sending Quatre to the ground.
"Hello, Quatre." Duo said sharply. Quatre raised his face up to look at him, not surprised at the action.
"Duo…" he said again. He received a swift kick to his ribs, and felt them crack. Duo kicked him over and over again repeating a sentence like a mantra.
"It's all your fault…you deserve this!"
Quatre closed his eyes, biting his lip until it bled.
"I deserve this…I deserve it..." he kept repeating to himself, chanting it aloud.
"Quatre! Wake up!" a voice interjected, but Quatre ignored it.
"My fault…all my fault…I deserve this…" he said. Suddenly Duo was shaking him roughly, and Quatre looked up at him.
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