A hot tear trailed down the dark haired teen's face. Why, Heero? He thought to himself. And of all people why Zechs? Another drop rolled down Duo's cheek. "Number 8? Your order is done!" a voice rang out, jarring the violet eyed teen from his thoughts. His pale hand wiped away the tears quickly and he stood up. He stepped up to the counter, grabbed the food and took off in his small car.



~*~



Heero sat in his lover's room, stunned at the images in front of him. It was of Zechs and another man, both stripped down almost completely; the other man looked more like the young pilot than he cared to admit only the difference was, he was older, but not by much.



Who was it? The cobalt-eyed young man thought confused and he scrolled down the screen with the two half-naked men...



And turned pale at the caption under the picture:



Negotiations with Zechs? I think not...



'What the fuck?' he thought even more puzzled than before. "Who the hell...What the hell?" he said aloud, "When the hell did this happen?" Heero scrolled down the page even further in search of who would send the photograph.



Reply to: Relena Peacecraft of the Sanq Kingdom.



The pilot of the Zero One felt himself shake with complete anger and he stood up, effectively knocking his chair over. His calloused hands were clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white; Heero reached back and slammed his right hand into the computer's screen, shattering the monitor and causing small fizzes of electricity to go off.



He pulled his now bloody arm out of the small screen and walked off, ignoring the condition his arm was in and walked out of the house in search for the blond girl, his dark blue eyes mirroring those of a madman's.



~*~



"I got it!!" Quatre sang as the doorbell to his house rang. The young blond flung open the door, an expectant smile on his face. However, when he saw who it was, his features contorted to a look of bewilderment. "Y-You're not Trowa," he stammered in surprise. The figure in front of him shook her covered-head, and pulled out a gun. A shot rang out and the blue-eyed pilot sank to the floor, clutching his stomach in pain. "Why?" he hissed and the girl laughed. "Because..." and she laughed again, then turned and ran toward her small yellow car. Tires squealed as the dark-clothed girl took off.

"Quatre-sama!" Rashid yelled and raced to the young man's side. A pool of blood was forming around the young Arabian and he clutched Rashid's white shirt. Blood-stained hands smeared the crimson liquid onto the burly man's clothes. "Get...Trowa," came the ragged whisper and the pilot swiftly passed out.



~*~

"I told you I don't know who did it!!" bellowed Rashid, his tan face becoming red with anger. "I heard a gunshot so I came to help Quatre-sama. When I found him he was on the ground bleeding!" Two officers exchanged looks and nodded, one thanking the dark-haired pilot for his time. They walked away to start questioning Abdul. Rashid shook his head as the younger man started crying for his dear 'Quatre-sama', causing the two policemen to try to calm him down. He sighed and went to go look for $0.45 cents. 'He wants that young man to come, who am I to deny him anything?' he thought and began making a phone call.



~*~

Trowa sat on the front stoop, wondering where Quatre might have gone. 'He knew I was coming; why would he leave?' he asked himself and leaned back. The green-eyed young man checked his watch for the third time in four hours, then blew up his hair, causing both his dark eyes to be revealed.



Beep Beep Beep!



Trowa sprang forward, his body automatically snapped in combat position. He looked around for any enemies, and realized that the sound was only his phone and not a piece of enemy equipment.



Slightly embarrased, but not willing to show it, the Heavy Arms pilot flipped open his phone. "Hello?" A burst of angry and worried tones rushed from the phone, and the Latin stood stunned for a moment, only able to catch snatched of what the man on the other line was saying, but luckily, he was able to catch the important things.



"What?" he cried, and immediately began asking for directions to get to the hospital. A moment later the only thing at the Winner mansion was a cloud of dust.



~*~



Dorothy bent down and placed a bouquet of roses on Treize Kushrenada's grave. A sadness washed over her as she remebered the late Oz general, but the blond teen shook it off. 'He's gone now,' she told herself and stood up. A sad smile crossed her features and she stood up straight, then walked toward her car.



~*~

the end...For now!!!



A few an notes:

  • I forgot to clarify last time, in case anyone noticed, the picture that relena had last chapter said there were condom wrappers on the floor. It's for protection from STD's and stuff.
  • G. Wing isn't mine, for unnecessary clarification