Title: Amnesia
Rating: PG-13
Content: yaoi/shonen ai, angst
Disclaimer: If I owned Gundam Wing, my friends and I planned to turn it into something…disturbing. Do the words 'Bird Man and justices Boy to the rescue' mean anything to you…?
Pairing: 3x4/4x3, 1+2/2+1
It was beautiful field. The kind of place where every detail was perfect. Long green grass wavered slightly in the lazy midday breeze. Hidden amongst these wavering reeds was the lying figure on Trowa. He lay perfectly still staring up at the bright blue cloudless sky. His long brown bangs gently followed the pattern of the breeze creating inconsistent shadows over his face.
His view of the sky was suddenly, but not unfortunately, obscured by the soft, cherubic face of the blonde-haired boy. His aqua eyes shone with a warm loving light in them, and he wore a soft smile. Trowa stared up at him with unblinking green eyes, and a slow smile spread across his own face. He sat up and faced the blonde-haired angel.
"Trowa," he whispered in what was a small sigh of breath. The boy leaned closer to Trowa, until their noses were almost touching. His sweet breath felt warm on Trowa's face. There was a shadow in his eyes. "I'll have to kill you."
Trowa paled. He looked down to see the crimson stain of blood spreading rapidly across his shirt. He was unsure of where the wound was, or how it got there. Everything became a blur before him, and he could hear the boy laughing. Or was he crying…?
Trowa sat up in the dark. Small beads of moisture covered his body. He felt around his chest and stomach to see if the wound was there. Nothing. He breathed a sigh of relief. In the dark recesses of his room, something stirred motionlessly, as if there was a presence. He stares into the space for some long moments when a deep chuckling was heard.
"Hey, Trowa," the voice greeted. From the shadows stepped the figure of another young man. This one, however, dressed in all black and had a long rope of hair that dangled down to just below his lower back. Trowa could only distinguish his violet eyes, an eerie light within them. These eyes stared into Trowa's, and widened in fear. "Trowa…what the hell happened?"
Trowa reflexively reached for the nightstand beside his bed that held a small handgun he kept instinctively in reach at all times. He pointed the small firearm at the intruder.
The latter stiffened.
"T-Trowa?"
"Who are you?" Trowa asked in a harsh monotone used by an angry soldier.
"Trowa," the stranger repeated. Trowa rose out of his bed, his gun still pointed at his target. He glared, almost surpassing the threat of the gun itself. The young man in the shadows raised his arms in defeat. "Duo. Duo Maxwell." He replied. Trowa moved towards him slowly. "Trowa, what happened?" Trowa remained silent. After a long moment, he said,
"I'll be taking you into custody until I can figure out what to do with you."
"Why not? I just escaped anyway…" Duo muttered sarcastically. Trowa moved to place handcuffs around Duo's wrists. Before he had a chance to secure the first cuff, the floor was knocked from under Trowa, and he was met with blackness.
Trowa opened his eyes wearily. His head throbbed dully with the pain of being struck down. He attempted to reach up and feel for a lump, but both his hands were cuffed behind the back of the chair he'd been propped up in. As he struggled against the bonds, he could feel the cool metal of his own cuffs against his wrists. He looked up into the face of Duo. The longhaired boy stood, fiddling absently with the handgun he'd taken from Trowa, before him.
"Hm. 'Morning sunshine." Duo chided sarcastically. Trowa stared at him for a moment. This Duo was more clever than he looked, and Trowa would have to be on his guard. Duo slowly walked to Trowa. "Look, I'm not one to beat around the bush, so I'm gonna get straight to the point," He crouched down beside Trowa, lying the gun down on the floor. "I wanna know what the deal is here."
"There is no deal." Trowa replied stiffly. Duo sighed.
"Damn it, Barton," he turned away in frustration, and a hint of disappointment. "I really don't feel like killing you." Trowa frowned.
"Once I get out of this, you won't have to worry about that." Duo stood.
"Well then. Guess we'll be here for awhile then." He placed his hands on his hips. Clad in black, Duo became a shadow in the dark room. He leaned up against the wall and folded his arms across his chest. "Even I have to admit," Duo began. "You are one hell of an actor." He paused. "However, I know the difference. You're not acting." He stared unblinking at Trowa.
"What-"
"…Geez, this is so not good…" Duo muttered.
A thought, a horrible nightmare, turned Duo's spine to ice; where was Heero? Trowa obviously didn't know. It was even possible Trowa was responsible…
Duo's eyes focused and unfocused as each scenario, worse than the one that came before it, struck him like an oncoming train. Reason attempted to bring forth sanity. Why did Duo even have second thoughts about someone who didn't care for anyone? Of course, reason was ignored.
Barely conscious, Duo stalked up to Trowa and roughly gripped the taller boy's bare shoulders. Trowa's eyes widened.
"What happened to Heero?" Duo asked without emotion, a rather eerie thing when matched with his empty eyes. Shock had taken a disturbing effect on Duo.
"Who-"
"Damn it, Barton!" Duo raised a shaking hand to his forehead. "What the hell is wrong with me?" Duo practically slammed himself against the wall, and slid down to the floor. He was silent for a long time.
"Duo?" Trowa asked quietly. Duo looked up, his face pale in the darkness. All that could be heard was the deep breathing of Duo.
"Trowa," Duo began in a voice that was detached and distant. "We have to get out of here."
Hands glided smoothly without any thought over the shiny black and white keys of the piano. The notes which were drawn from it made the air around it thick with depression. Each not was over-laid with the distress of the musician.
The door to the large, extravagant music room opened, and a tall woman in militaristic garb entered quietly. She had dark hair, which shown violet in the light and fell partway into her face. She paused and listened to the end of the song.
The last, sad note rang a few seconds longer than the others, letting the mood of the song sink in to any who may hear it. The woman clapped softly at the song's finish.
"That was lovely. I'd no idea you could play the piano." She exclaimed. Quatre, at the piano, smiled.
"Music is very important to me," he replied softly.
"It sounded melancholy, though. Is something wrong?"
"Nothing new," Quatre sighed. "Noin-san? Do you think-?" Noin smiled.
"I think there's as much of a chance as any."
"I know he's still out there. I can,"
"Feel it." Noin finished. Quatre nodded. Noin watched him for a minute as he fidgeted with his clothing. Part of her felt sincere sympathy to him. To all of them. They were so young…
"Did you…want something?" Noin looked up startled. She coughed involuntarily to try and hide her surprise.
"Miss Relena wants to see you." She answered soberly. Quatre nodded and stood. He followed Noin out of the room, taking one last glance at the piano. The sheets of music swayed slightly in the breeze that entered through the open window. Once more, did the face that was engraved eternally on his heart and soul flash before his eyes. He felt a lump form in his throat, and quickly turned away from the piano.
It wasn't as if he was certainly dead, but his not being there was almost as bad.
Trowa watched Duo warily. The longhaired American had managed to get them on a plane headed for Earth. Trowa had gone along almost willingly so as not to cause a scene. However, Trowa wouldn't be allowing anyone dragging him around like some dog. He hadn't been trained that way.
Duo turned away from the window to look at Trowa. His face was casual, yet his eyes were serious.
"So you really don't remember me, do you?" he asked, a hint of annoyance in the question. Trowa's eyes grew cold.
"How many times do I have to tell you 'no' for it to get through your head?" Duo blinked a few times and moved away slightly.
"That's it. Whatever number that was." he replied quickly. Trowa stared straight ahead. After a minute, he glanced at Duo out of the corner of his eye. No matter what he said, Duo was his enemy. Nothing would change that.
It was only natural for a person to find security in utter solitude. Unfortunately, that ultimately gave way to loneliness.
Trapped in this solitude was a young man who usually welcomed it, but now, it only tasted bitter to him. Lost in his loneliness, he looked up at the large mobile suit, which stood behind him.
"Nataku," he began solemnly. "I have failed you. I allowed my home to be destroyed. All those memories," he paused, unable to continue. "Gone." He stood. "I will punish those who have done this. I will restore my honor, and bring them to justice." He vowed in a harsh whisper. Someone's death was sealed with those words.
~owari~
Taru: Ahhh! Nooo! Wu-chan!!
Lorelei: *sigh* Yes, yes… go coddle him…
Taru: Yay! *glomps Wufei*
Wufei: Onna! Why?!
Lorelei: *grin* And the fun just keeps on 'a comin'.
Taru and Wufei: Huh?
Lorelei: *sweatdrop* Nevermind…
