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, bit of Violence (not like before…but boys will be boys)

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 V

Wufei gripped Heero's shirt harder and hauled them both to their feet. Those blue eyes searched coldly into his soul for a moment, before the proud warrior could take no more.

He slammed the back of Heero's head into the wall, and again.

Heero's blue eyes flickered closed for a few seconds, but opened again to stare into the dark eyes.

They both breathed heavily, and Heero snarled retorting, "You don't deserve him."

Their glares clashed, and a silence hung between them. Wufei's fingers tightened around the cotton shirt again...but let go.

"And you do?" A pause between the two before Wufei continued, "Your nothing Heero. A redundant soldier."

Heero's eyes narrowed and he leaned back against the wall. "You left him, he came to me. There must have been something he liked…"

The words were snapped off, with a scream from Wufei. The Chinese man had drawn back his arm and his elbow smacked into Heero's face.

The blow jolted Heero's head back, and his hand flew up to cover his mouth and nose.

Wufei stood panting, trying to hold back a flood of rage that was desperate to overflow his body. Cobalt fixed onto onyx.

Slowly, the dark haired man removed his hand from his face. Blood had already started to drip from his mouth.

Heero felt around his mouth with his tongue, searching for any gaps. There were none, and he spat a mouthful of frothy spit and blood onto the floor at the feet of Wufei.

He wiped and smeared the blood across his chin. "Didn't like what I said eh Chang?" A faint taunting smile was held across his red stained lips.

The Chinese man in question turned away in distaste and stormed to the other side of the room. Not turning back to look at the other man, he said "You used him, you disgust me."

Heero was now wiping with his shirtsleeve; "I never used him, quite the contrary."

The former Shenlong pilot folded his tanned arms, but still refused to turn back to face the person he was addressing, "What are you talking about."

"I see I'm going have to be blunt with you Wufei. Duo made the first move--he fucked me."

Wufei whirled around scowling. He had that dark deadly look again. "I don't believe you. You've fancied Duo for years."

Heero's face twitched.

Wufei gave a malicious smirk, "You didn't think I knew? I saw the way you would stare when you thought no one was looking. You wanted him."

There was another silence, and the Japanese man let his gaze drop to the floor.

Realising he was hitting a nerve, Wufei continued, "But he's mine."

Looking soberly at the floor Heero replied, "I knew that…that's why I stayed away. I only wanted Duo to be happy…with you." His eyes looked up through his dark unruly hair at Wufei, "But you abandoned him."

Wufei slunk back at the words, but Heero kept softly talking, "You left your lover lost and hurt, and it's up to me to make him happy again." Letting his eyes drift half closed, he said "And if that's with you, so be it."

Another long silence ensued. But the tension in the air was broke when Wufei asked in gentler tones, "Do you love him?"

Heero's eyes were firmly closed, as he tried to fend off the emotions that were resurfacing once again.

Finally he gave his answer.

"Yes."

Wufei slowly let out the breath he had been holding. He fought down pangs of jealousy that threatened make his anger flair up again.

Could he blame Heero for loving Duo?

No, of course not.

But Heero's confession reopened old insecurities. Was Duo really happy as his lover?

What exactly had Duo gone looking for that night…with Heero?

He looked over at Heero, who was leaning against the wall; his eyes still closed.

The Japanese man was obviously locked in his own mental battle with his emotions.

Wufei's gaze softened slightly. He felt…pity for Heero?

Honour was telling him to challenge Heero to a dual right there and right now. But Wufei knew what had been said was true—He had abandoned his love.

Also the Chinese man felt a deep respect for Heero for putting Duo's happiness beyond any chance of his own…

There was a sudden knock at the door.

Both men were broken from their thoughts and looked at the offending piece of wood. Heero hissed under his breath to Wufei, "The staff probably heard us fighting, just don't answer it."

They both waited, hoping that who ever was on the other side would go away…But the knocking came again, this time harder and more urgent.

Heero grimaced, then said "Just stay out the way, you're a wanted by the authorities after all." The Chinese man nodded dumbly, and watched as the other man walked to behind the door.

Heero made one last attempt to wipe away the dried blood on his chin, and moved his other hand to the gun sticking into the back of his waistband.

A perfect mirror of calmness, Heero opened the door and pressed his body against the frame, attempting to block any view the person inquiring may have had into the room.

Wufei glanced at the door and noted it was merely a maid with long black hair tied into braids. He stepped further out of the line of vision, and waited for Heero to get rid of girl.

Something tugged at the edges of Wufei's memories, but he pushed away the feeling. His thoughts were drifting back to Duo when Heero closed the door.

That was quick, and Heero hadn't even said much to get rid of her.

Wufei frowned slightly, "What did she ask?"

Heero turned around to face the pony-tailed man, with a look that could almost be described as puzzled. The cobalt eyes glanced down at a neatly folded piece of paper in his hands. "She just wanted to give me this…" He carefully unfolded it, and the confusion on his face deepened.

"It's written in Chinese."

Wufei rushed to where Heero was standing and snatched the paper from his hands.

As he looked at the characters his blood ran like ice through his veins.

He remembered to breathe again and air was drawn painfully into his lungs.

It was like a curtain opening to a sunny day when everything fitted into place for Wufei. Except the new knowledge he had gained was not sun and blue skies…but rain and dark clouds.

Wufei ran to the door, jarring it open again.

Looking down the long corridor of doors, he could see to the end of the hall, elevator doors smoothly shutting. The lights rapidly blinked down the numbers, until it reached the 'G'.

Barely allowing the time to think, the athletic man ran the short distance to the opposite end of the hall to the fire exit.

He crashed through the door with his shoulder, and grabbed a hold of the stair railings to prevent him self from falling down the stairs.

He was leaping down the stairs, three at a time. He had to beat that elevator. Wufei misjudged the step and tumbled down the last five steps to the next floor.

The sharp pain in his ankle caused him to groan, as well as his cuts throbbing to remind him of their presence.

Dragging himself up, he continued to run down the concrete stairs.

Finally he reached the ground floor and bounded through the door that would hopefully lead to the lobby.

It did, but Wufei cried in dismay at how crowded the floor was. Typical Chang luck, check out time.

He hastily started pushing past people, desperate to make his way to the opposite side where the elevators were.

A middle-aged woman fell, but Wufei barely noticed and cared even less. He had to get to that elevator.

Shoving though a large group, the warrior finally got to see elevator doors.

He stood panting, struggling to keep the tightness in his chest from overcoming him.

The carriage he had wanted was there open and empty.

Wufei started scanning the masses of faces around him, trying to find the one he was looking for.

How could this be happening?

But there were too many people and it had been too long.

A familiar cold voice brought him back, "Hey!"

The Chinese man spun around on his good foot to see Heero Yuy staring at him. He must have followed the frantic man down.

Trying to calm him self and breath slower, Heero's voice had brought him back.

Wufei all of a sudden felt conscious of where he was. He was in a very open, and crowded space—perhaps not the best place for a wanted man.

Lowering his head he attempted to avoid the attention now on him.

Heero stepped closer to Wufei, and snapped at the wrist that was still gripping tightly the piece of paper.

His voice was tinged with anger when he spoke, "What the hell was that about?" He pulled Wufei's wrist higher between them, "What does this say?"

Wufei tried to find his voice again, and after several attempts of moving his lips he said, "I-it says…"

He paused, getting lost in shock again from what he had read from the note.

"What does it say?" said the Japanese man growing impatient.

Wufei locked his eyes onto Heero's blue pair.

"The Dragon Clan murderer has Duo…and he will be killed."

To Be Continued

Authors Notes:

I really thought there wouldn't be much more violence in this fic…but I guess someone had to get beaten up here.

So what do you think? I hope the twists are actually enjoyable rather than being too predictable…Any one care to hazard a guess at the 'Dragon Clan Murderer'?