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 VI
Heero narrowed his eyes, and people continued to push past the pair in the crowded lobby. Minutes past, until finally the Japanese man's grip tightened on Wufei's wrist and pulled him back past the people to the fire escape stairway.
They were again in the dimly lit fire escape passages. Heero slammed the insulated door shut, blocking out the noise and buzz of the masses, before turning his attention back to Wufei, grabbing back the paper.
His faced remained neutral as he read the Chinese characters. Each stroke was of an expensive ash ink streak, all-adding up to the most beautiful calligraphy.
Wufei stood still in shock, staring at the piece of paper.
Finally Heero had been able to translate, and he spoke out loud:
"The Right Honourable, Chang Wufei, Mandarin [1] of the Dragon Clan…"
The Chinese man flinched at the formal title, but Heero continued in his deep tones.
"The one known as Maxwell Duo, has been taken, and will be dealt with how I dictate.
"The execution will be carried out at sunrise."
Heero skipped over an elegantly written address in English.
"It is the Right Honourable, Chang Wufei, Mandarin of the Dragon Clan's progative if he is to attend the execution of Maxwell Duo."
He glared under his dark mop of hair at Wufei, as he spat out the last sentence of the note:
"Justice will be served."
Heero could feel the rich textured paper at his fingertips, but he was getting too angry with the dumb Chinese man to notice. Having enough Heero pulled his hand back and slapped it hard against Wufei's cheekbone.
The black haired man's hand automatically went up to cover his cheek.
"Don't just stand there—Say something!"
This seemed to bring Wufei back, and his hand dropped to his side. His cheek was already starting to redden.
Slowly he said, "…sorry."
Heero thumped the wall with the heel of his palm, his teeth bared slightly.
A soft sigh was let from the Chinese man. He reached over and took the paper back from Heero. He traced the elegant lines as they tapered and faded to an end.
Turning his eyes on Wufei, Heero said, "Do you think Duo will be okay until sunrise?"
Wufei nodded, and said "Most certainly." He looked up to Heero's cobalt blue eyes.
Early strategies and manoeuvres were already playing through the perfect soldier's mind, trying to calculate variables and differentials. "So we have until then to save Duo."
Wufei's brow furrowed, "We're going to save him?"
"I don't want anything to happen to Duo." Heero's gaze did not shift in the slightest from Wufei.
"You mean you don't trust me?"
The Japanese man started to ascend the bare stairs, not looking back at Wufei. "It's not about trust, it's about Duo's safety."
Wufei bolted up the stairs to block Heero's path, "But this is something I should do!"
The other man pushed past Wufei, and said, "I only want to ensure the success of the mission."
But the Chinese man roughly grabbed onto Heero's arm; "Duo is my lover!" The words left his lips, and he regretted saying them when hurt flashed across those blue eyes.
Disdainfully, Heero flicked off the tanned hand; "I don't care."
He was about to continue up the stairs when Wufei tried again, this time holding onto Heero's hand. "I know you mean for the best…" The words dripped off with uncertainty.
Heero did not reply, and looked uncertainly at where Wufei's hand gripped his own. The contact felt warm, and the hardened fingertips grasped tighter to not let the Japanese man escape.
The sensations reminded the soldier of when Duo had touched him only a few weeks ago. Years of isolation were being shaken by these simple and innocent gestures—it left Heero feeling confused.
But he pulled away from Wufei breaking the moment, "I'm going. You'll have Duo for the rest of your life; just let me do this for him."
Heero continued up the stairs again and this time Wufei did not try and stop him. Instead he watched the taller man walk up the fire escape stairs.
He should be dealing with this on his own…But Heero was right. Together they'd have a better chance.
Was it selfishness or honour that continued to nag doubts then?
In the end, he'd be dealing with this demon alone.
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The darkness of night was held back by the artificially lights that lined the streets of Padderborn, Germany. Wufei had observed the sub-urban housing change to a run down industrial estate through the window of the car.
His head leaned against the cool glass, his breath rhythmically creating a white fog on the window. Reaching up with his fingers, he dragged the tips slowly through the moisture.
Rolling back to sit straight in the chair he held the scabbard of his sword tighter—it's presence was reassuring. It wasn't as if Heero didn't have a whole arsenal stashed in the boot of the car, but the old steel felt right.
The car took a sharp turn on the deserted road, heading to a more run down and abandoned part of the estate
Wufei glanced across at Heero. The Japanese man had that old look of steadfast determination, the one he always held during battle.
Finally a disused warehouse came into view. Heero slammed on the breaks hard and the car screeched to a halt in front of the chain link fence surrounding building.
Silently, the two both got out the car and sized up their target. The warehouse was dilapidated, windows broken, walls cracking and crumbling.
However Wufei's chest tightened with a dread and foreboding. Everything was coming to a head.
The world around him started to filter out as he pushed through the broken gate.
Behind him he heard Heero shout out, "Where are you going?! You fool!" Anything else faded out for Wufei; he just wanted to be inside that building, with his love.
Wufei doubted Heero would follow him, walking right inside was hardly tactically sound.
But Wufei was walking to his destiny.
He now stood outside the main doors.
The dark haired man hesitated, and a whisper forced past his lips:
In the lakeside grass
Under the sun,
'I could close my eyes
And die here,' you say. [2]
Wufei shoved the door out the way, and stepped inside the building.
His eyes focused in the new light and saw the shadowed figure waiting ahead of him.
And die here,' you say.
He'd begged to see this person since this whole mess had began.
But now it seemed unreal.
A smooth voice spoke, "Right Honourable Chang Wufei, Welcome."
To Be Continued
Authors Notes:
[1] Mandarin (I believe) is a Chinese warlord…sounded well than leader I thought…
I needed to think of a formal way of addressing someone…so I stole what they call each other in the British House of Commons, 'Right Honourable Gentleman' it is really.
[2] From the poem 'After the Kiss' by Miki Rofū
I'm sorry this part has taken so long to write. I hope you enjoy it, not too much of a let down in suspense. Please review!
