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 IV
Trowa stared with disdain at the gun held at him. He lowered the sword from Wufei's throat, and threw it down away from himself.
Heero Yuy nodded, and motioned with the gun to Wufei, "Now let him down."
The former Heavyarms pilot folded his arms and held his ground. "I will not comply any further."
The Chinese man let his head loll to one side, the adrenaline that had flooded his bloodstream now left him tired. Was Heero here to kill him for the death of Relena? Why else would he be here.
Cobalt blue was locked with moss green, as the stare off continued. The Japanese man's knuckles grew white gripping the automatic handgun. "Let him down now!!" The words were screamed, tinged with an impatient mania.
But Trowa closed his eyes and dropped to a cross-legged position on the floor. Finally accepting that this would be all the co-operation from Latin man, Heero tucked the gun into the waistband of his jeans. Making his way to Wufei, he started unwrapping the chains from the captured mans wrists.
Wufei suddenly dropped to his knees on the floor, rubbing the red welts from his aching arms. The dried blood on his chest cracked and flaked with the movement. Looking up, Trowa was still sitting on the floor, completely ignoring his release.
Remembering something important, Wufei scrambled across the floorboards to his sword. He felt a cold relief as his fingers searched and found the familiar and worn hilt of his sword. Not everything had been lost and disgraced to his clan.
Reality started slipping away for Wufei, and he slumped further onto the floor his body covering and protecting his sword.
However his dark eyes snapped open when the commanding voice barked, "Can you walk?"
He glanced behind himself to Heero, who seemed to be waiting near the doorway. Trowa was still motionless on the floor.
Nodding, Wufei reached for the scabbard and stood up, trying to keep his head up with some of the pride of before. The blade slid smoothly into the sheath, which was stained slightly from when Trowa had held it in his bloodied hand.
Heero left the tent, and Wufei followed. Before he let the tent flap fall behind him, he stared at Trowa. It wouldn't be over between the two, Wufei knew that. Trowa had merely accepted now would not be his time for revenge, but patience and perseverance would triumph.
He let the canvas fall back into place, and walked slowly to the car. Heero had started the engine and was waiting. It was a dark night sky, and stars twinkled gaily.
Wufei fell into the front passenger seat of the car, which accelerated before he even got a chance to shut the door. He hugged the sword to his chest.
The former Shenlong pilot felt his torso, and tried to peel some of the dried blood away. However, Wufei hissed under his breath when fresh blood started clinging to his fingers, and he decided to leave the wounds alone for now.
But his eyes flicked across to Yuy, who was just driving the car. If Heero had wanted to kill him, he'd have done it already.
"Why did you help me?" The words came thick and heavy with fatigue.
Heero kept his eyes on the road, and the Chinese boy didn't think he was going to answer.
Eventually he did answer, "Someone wanted to see you again."
Wufei studied his rescuer's face more, and couldn't read any emotion off it. It was as bad as Trowa's.
Looking out the window, endless European countryside rolled by. He eventually closed his eyes, and let sleep overcome his body.
Wufei just hoped he'd still be alive when he woke up.
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A sharp pain from his chest caused Wufei to wake up. He opened his eyes to see nicotine stained ceiling and looked around to see he was in a hotel room. The Chinese man lay on the bed, and Heero was next to him.
Looking down he could now see what caused the pain. Heero was cleaning the cuts Trowa had inflicted.
Cotton wool was dipped into a bowl of water, which was already tainted red. Wiping the cotton over each red line ridding it of crusted blood.
Wufei lay his head back down to stare at the ceiling once again. Yuy was looking after him, but he was uncertain why.
Soon there was the sound of surgical tape being ripped, and gauze was tapped over Wufei's chest. The Japanese man left his side to sit at the desk and turn his laptop on.
Wufei sat up and eyed his companion wearily. Or should that be saviour?
Heero was now typing away completely ignoring Wufei.
"Why exactly did you do this?" The Shenlong pilot asked.
The typing stopped momentarily, before he replied "I told you, someone wants to see you again."
"Who?"
This time the tapping at keys continued and there was no answer. Wufei frowned; he disliked being ignored. "Are you going to speak Yuy?"
Still more typing.
"Damnit Yuy! I only want a straight answer from you!!"
Heero stopped and turned around to face the angry man behind him. Blue met onyx, and he simply answered, "Duo wanted to see you again."
Wufei's breath seemed caught in his chest. Duo? Should he be so surprised?
"You've seen Duo?"
The Japanese man stared, there was something hidden under those cold blue eyes. "Yes."
Wufei felt pangs of guilt resurface again. He hadn't wanted to leave Duo, but involving him in this mess would only complicate things.
But that still didn't explain what Yuy was doing here.
"Did Duo ask you to find me?"
Heero's eyes narrowed at Wufei, and he curtly replied "No."
Wufei's teeth were bared as he spoke, "This isn't twenty questions, just explain why you're helping me!"
"Duo came to see me one night…upset." Heero looked away, and his eyes seemed to hide under his unruly dark hair. "I could see how much it hurt him to be away from you like this. So I decided to make sure you would be safe."
Wufei pushed back a few stray strands of black hair. "That does not seem like you."
The wing pilot's voice was quiet when he said, "Maybe not." Heero's gaze was still on the floor, making Wufei feel confused.
"How is Duo?"
This time Heero did not reply, but sat still on the chair. Wufei started to feel frustrated at his rescuer's silence.
"You go to all the trouble of saving me for Duo, but won't even tell me how he is."
Heero at least acknowledged someone was talking to him by getting up to move to a duffel bag on the floor. He crouched down searching through it, until he pulled out a tank top. Pushing the bundle of material into Wufei's hands, he said, "He's missing you of course. You shouldn't have left like that."
Wufei snatched the clothing away; "I didn't have any choice." He roughly pulled the tank top over his head, then decided to glare at the Japanese man.
Heero sat back down, and continued to type on his laptop.
A familiar hot temper built up within Wufei; "I didn't want to do that to Duo."
The pounding on the keys got harder, "He turned to me of all people for comfort—shows how desperate he was."
"Comfort?" Wufei stood up from the bed to look down on Heero, "Just what exactly did you do to him?"
Heero's reply was enough to let dragon warrior's rage free.
"Hn."
Wufei surged forward to grab of the collar other man. Heero remained calm as he was dragged onto the floor, and his lack of resistance only served to make Wufei angrier.
"What did you do to him?!"
They're faces were mere inches away from each other, and Heero could feel the Chinese man's hot breath on his skin.
"I guess we fucked, Chang. You left him no choice."
To Be Continued
Author's Notes: Was this an anti-climax? I'm getting paranoid that my writing ability is getting worse and worse as this fic goes on…
This took so long to write because I had a bit of a re-write of what was to happen. Thanks to Kachikara and Tanya for making me re-think how everything was going to go. It actually wasn't going to be Heero to rescue Wufei…but hopefully now things will happen a bit more logically.
Please review and tell me what you think.
