Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or it's Characters… but it seems my power and influence as a fanfic author has forced Cartoon Network UK to but Gundam Wing back on at 5:30

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or it's Characters… but it seems my power and influence as a fanfic author has forced Cartoon Network UK to but Gundam Wing back on at 5:30!

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 VIII

Wufei maintained his grip on the blade, and stared at the shiny metal. The grey was now lightly speckled with red, as was his hands, arms, chest, and even face.

Meiran lay still on the floor, where she had fallen back. Her dark eyes gazed blankly into the space above her. By her side lay her hand loosely around the sword hilt, her fingers lightly twitching in spasm.

The Dragoness was dead.

Blood was starting to pool around her head. On her forehead was a messy bullet wound, the fine black hair becoming entangled in the pink tissue.

Wufei released his sword, and it clattered to the concrete floor. His eyes settled on the American, still kneeling on the floor, now staring at the body next to him.

Tumbling towards Duo, Wufei fell to his knees and drew his lover to him. The braided man's body felt warm next to his own and most importantly it felt alive.

Pulling away from his lover briefly, he looked into those violet eyes, puffy and dull from weariness. Gently feeling for the knot around the back of Duo's head, Wufei pulled off the gag.

Duo let forth a deep sigh, his shoulders and posture drooping in relief. He took several deep breaths, enjoying being able to breath easily once again.

Wufei reached behind for his sword, and gingerly cut robes binding Duo.

The American still knelt on the floor, not uttering a word.

Wufei used his fingertips to tilt Duo's chin up, and their eyes focused on each other for the first time in a while.

Duo's eyelids suddenly closed and he fell forwards into Wufei's arms.

The Chinese man could feel his lover's muscles trembling as he enveloped them into an embrace.

Tired, Duo spoke, "Don't you dare leave me again."

Wufei could only nod and stroke the chestnut braid.

However, a sharp crack interrupted their moment.

Looking upwards, they were able to catch the glittering shards of glass raining down from a sky light in the ceiling.

Someone dropped from the ceiling and neatly landed. The new arrival spun around to face the group.

It was Trowa, wearing a long black trench coat. Onto his shoulder rested the long barrel of a sniper rifle. He purposefully walked to where the woman's body lay.

The circus performer stared down at the slowly cooling corpse, and swiped away his soft hair from his face.

Wufei stood gathering up Duo with him, keeping his arms protectively around the slender man.

Trowa seemed to ignore everyone else in the warehouse, instead keeping his emerald green eyes cast downwards.

Wufei was the first to speak, "Trowa, it was…" But he never finished his words when Trowa looked up.

The green eyes were no longer filled with bitter hatred and revenge. Sighing, the man let go of the rifle, the delicate pieces of glass in the sight broke as it hit the floor.

Next the trench coat came off, and joined the rifle.

Trowa now stood in his familiar jeans and green turtleneck, "Was she your wife?"

Wufei considered the question. It was the same body, same voice, same eyes even; but was someone that insane and twisted with jealous paranoia really still his wife?


"No," the Chinese man answered, "That was not Nataku." He pulled Duo tighter into his arms.

Looking at the dead woman again, Trowa said "Very well. My revenge has been satisfied. It is over."

Suddenly the Latin man turned and started walking to the entrance doors. He had passed and brushed shoulders with Heero, when Wufei shouted out "Trowa!"

The named man turned to look back at whom had called. Wufei swallowed hard before saying, "Thank you."

Trowa remained stoic as he said, "No, I should say sorry instead." With no more, he slipped through the doors and could not be seen any further.

Wufei held onto Duo, so glad he was alive. He kissed his tired lover's cheeks.

Heero watched the couple, and tried to ignore the growing pain in his chest. He watched Wufei's tender movements over Duo.

They looked so beautiful together.

His mission had been to make sure Duo was happy, but now, the soldier felt glad that Wufei would be happy too. Even if that sentiment condemned himself to his own solitary prison.

Heero struggled to control the swelling emotion within, and he turned to leave the same way Trowa had.

But a voice caught him in its sticky trap, preventing him from moving any further: "Heero, wait!"

The Japanese man twisted back round again, to find violet and black eyes pinning him to the spot.

It was Duo that spoke, "Please Heero…stay here."

The air seemed to get hot and heavier, as it stuck in Heero's throat. The pair still held each other, and Duo's eyes gained a sad glitter to them.

No, he was making Duo unhappy just being there, that was not the mission.

But he was caught there, in the pair's stare.

Surprisingly Wufei spoke, "Heero--" he stopped, but carried on, "--You don't have to go."

Duo's violet eyes pleaded with the Japanese man.

But this was not right. They both deserved peace, and that would not be with him.

He pulled himself away from the two, and continued again to the door.

The distinct sobbing behind him made Heero's heart all the more heavy with pain.

Heero did not look back at the lovers again, as he pushed past the doors, and disappeared into the night.

End

Author's Notes:

You want an angsty depressing ending, stop reading here. If however, you have a weakness for sap like me, read the epilogue (hey be thankful I wrote and posted this all in one go…I could have made you wait!)