Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or it's Characters…if I did I'd force Cartoon Network UK to put GW back in the 5:30 slot

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or it's Characters…if I did I'd force Cartoon Network UK to put GW back in the 5:30 slot.

Warnings: Angst, Gore, Yaoi

Notes: A big Thank you to Aciel Skadi and Slate for giving me this idea to use. Also another thank you to Aciel for beta reading some parts I was having problems with.

Who Cries for Wufei?

Part I

Dark eyes fluttered open at the commotion beyond the wall of his apartment. Wufei groaned. Nothing, but more banging and shouting.

He didn't like staying here, in this squalled apartment. The peeling wallpaper and damp corners were not quite up to his 'refined' taste. Unfortunately, circumstance had dictated this. Wufei groaned again as he buried his head into the pillow, trying to block out the nature of his 'dilemma.'

Except the shouting next door kept clearing the fog of sleep from his mind. So, he unwillingly had to ponder his situation.

Wufei Chang was wanted for 3 brutal murders.

Deciding that was enough thought for this time in the morning the dark haired man got out of his hard bed to wash and dress. He scrubbed away at his hands in the bathroom making sure every fingernail was perfectly clean.

'Cleanliness is next to godliness.' Wufei thought, the phrase bringing back a smile, and a memory of . . .someone. He quickly snapped that thought off. No sense in making things more difficult than they already were.

Soon, he was finished and pristine. He dressed in his simple white trousers, and navy-blue tank top. He sat heavily in the chair at the table--feeling the world, and its weight, on his shoulders.

Wufei forced himself to look at the articles torn from various newspapers. One front-page headline stated, "Peacecraft Girl Slaughtered!" And another, "Former Gundam Pilot is 'Dragon Clan' Murderer!" [1]

Closing his eyes, Wufei tried not to look at those hateful words. For two weeks now, he'd been making headlines in countless newspaper and TV reports.

Wufei reminded himself yet again, 'It's not me. I didn't do what I'm supposed to have done.'

The other clippings reported the murders of 3 women: Relena, Hilde, and most recently, Catherine. That, and how he'd slain them all.

The articles described, in detail, exactly how Wufei had killed the weak and defenceless women.

'How dare they!' Wufei thought. 'How dare they believe that I'd do something as foul, and unjust, as that!' The whole of the ESUN believed it, though, and no amount of denial had made a difference. His anger and frustration welled up within him.

Forced to hide like a coward.

Forced to abandon someone he deeply cared for…

Wufei screamed as he lifted, and smashed, a chair against the wall. The broken pieces of wood fell to the floor, and he dropped the splintered remains in his hands, too.

The young man felt his breath come more heavily, and the world started to get light. He stumbled to the window, and jarred it open. He closed his eyes as the cooler air started to level out his senses. Minutes passed, and Wufei eventually opened his eyes to look down the 5 stories to the busy street below.

He focused on the people that walked through the street, and then felt his blood run cold as he spotted a tall man with long, blond hair. Zechs Merquise had found him--so soon!

Wufei formulated a plan as he watched the blond walk to the apartment-block entrance. The Chinese man scanned the street again, picking out the operatives backing Zechs up.

He checked his escape route once again, before dashing back into the disgusting apartment. He grabbed his ID papers, and then his sword--strapping it tightly to his back. He wouldn't leave the one thing of his heritage behind for the vultures to pick apart.

Wufei was back at the open window when he heard a knock at the door. Without glancing back, the slender man was quickly outside the window--balancing himself on the narrow ledge. He tightly gripped the brick sides of the wall, steadying himself. 'Just don't look down. Just jump one more ledge to reach the fire escape!'

There was a thump and crash behind him, as the door was broken down. That gave him the final push, and the next few moments seemed to stretch into eternity.

Wufei jumped onto the next ledge, but he didn't stop to steady himself as planned. His foot slipped too far, and he travelled forward with the momentum of the jump.

He heard someone scream from behind. "Wufei!" He knew it was Zechs' voice. However, the matter of his life was a little more pressing at the moment. Instead of scrabbling at the wall, Wufei just pushed himself off.

He flew through the air--reaching out with his fingers. His hands made contact with the cold iron, and tightly gripped it for dear life.

Wufei's shoulder muscles and joints felt like they were ripped out as his arms took the sudden weight of his fall.

With no time to think, the young man heard an explosion near his right ear. He glanced behind to see Zechs' hanging out the window--taking aim for another shot. Wufei swiftly positioned his feet on the rails of the ladder, and gravity slid him down.

He landed with a thud on the hard pavement. Too hard. He fell to his back--expelling the air from his lungs. He took a deep gasp, and shook his head to clear his vision. Rolling to the side and fumbling his way up, he evaluated his position. Already, operatives were running toward him; immediate action was necessary.

Wufei spotted a motorcycle coming down the road. He felt for his sword hilt, and leapt into the road--drawing the blade in one fluid motion. The motorbike stopped 5 feet from where Wufei blocked its path. The rider's eyes widened with shock at seeing an antique Chinese sword pointed at his neck.

"Off the bike! Now!!" It wasn't a time for subtleties. He motioned with his sword to emphasise his point. The driver got off immediately, and dove out of the way.

Sliding the weapon expertly into the scabbard, Wufei jumped onto the bike. He revved the engine just as a dark-clothed agent snatched at him--trying to hinder his escape. Wufei let out a cry as he pushed the man away with his foot, and sped away on the bike.

Glancing behind him he saw the agent enter into a car with black tinted windscreen, before the car started in it's pursuit. Squeezing the clutch hard, Wufei put the bike into a higher gear.

He needed to loose the car. There was a screeching and blaring of a car horn as he went though the red light at a crossing. The noise stopped then continued again as the black car went though it as well.

Up ahead the traffic appeared to be slowing, and Wufei put the bike onto the white lines that marked the centre of the road. He continued to speed down the road while feeling the sides of the cars brush mere inches from his hands and knees.

Wufei stole another glance behind and smiled as the black car was forced to slow with the traffic. He was nearing the lights of a t-junction ahead. When suddenly a different black car squealed to a halt in the middle of the junction with the intention of blocking off the bike's path.

Wufei had to grit his teeth as he swerved the tight corner onto the pavement, praying he wouldn't crash into the car or tip over the bike.

He gave a manic laugh when he realised he was still alive and had made it back onto the road. The engine revved as he planned his escape from the new black car.

A few streets and turns later he was crossing a bridge over a wide river. Here he was hoping would be where he could loose all the cars for good.

More prayers were made to Nataku. Wufei slammed the breaks on, then made the short leap from the bike over the bridges railings.

He didn't notice the fall, just the painful slap the water gave his body as he hit it. Daring not to open his eyes under the putrid green water, he swam until he hoped he was in the shade under the bridge where he could not be seen.

Wufei gasped for air as he surfaced, and splashed as he swam to the concrete path that ran parallel to the river. Hauling himself onto land, he lay on his back trying to regain his breath.

He felt in his pockets, and cursed as he felt the paper there turn to mush under his touch.

Wufei hauled himself to his feet, and tried to ignore the squelching made by his shoes as he walked to the sewer system manhole a few feet away.

He dislodged the cover and climbed down the stairs replacing the cover behind him.

No money, no form of ID, and on the run from the international police: things just went from bad to worse for Wufei Chang.

~~

It was past sun set when Duo made his way down the steps of the Police Station. It was the third day running they'd 'questioned him', convinced that the braided pilot knew more than could be written on the back of a postage stamp. The young man stumbled to lean against a post at the bottom of the steps, closing his eyes letting the exhaustion of the days wash over him.

Do you know the suspect Wufei Chang?

Yes.

Are you romantically involved with Wufei Chang?

…Yes.

Do you know the whereabouts of Wufei Chang?

No.

Do you have any information relevant to the inquiry of the triple homicide Wufei Chang is a suspect of?

No!

Questions and more questions, it was sending Duo crazy. And at the same time, the media was attacking this case like sharks to a wounded animal. The constant headlines, reports, calling for the blood of Wufei…

Duo winced at the thought of his lover…of whom he hadn't seen since the first report of Relena Peacecraft's death, and the evidence of the Dragon Clan weapons…

Wufei had upped and gone, without leaving a trace or explanation for his lover. The American struggled not to think about the question of Wufei's guilt. Of course he could never believe the man who believed in justice to the point of being anally retentive about it could brutally murder three…but the evidence was mounting against the dragon.

The braided pilot started to make his way down the street, get transport back to his home…but stopped when he realised it was also Wufei's home, and he wouldn't be there. Duo held his head up and drew in a deep breath to prevent the sob that was building in his throat.

He wasn't going to go back to his lonely and cold apartment--not tonight. But where was he to go? Duo unconsciously swept back his hair as he made up his mind, and stepped out into the road to hail a taxi to the nearest transport station.

To Be Continued

Authors Notes:

[1] Liable I know, but I go for the whole bleak future thing, so trial by media it is!

I don't write much action so I really need feedback about that. Ditto for murder mysteries… So comments will be greatly appreciated.