Title: Amnesia
Rating: PG-13
Content: yaoi/shonen ai, angst
Disclaimer: Someday I will write a song. And in that song I will proclaim (in a musical fashion) how I own nothing of importance, lest you mean my…nope. *sings* Nothing!
Pairings: 3x4/4x3, 1+2/2+1
~Chapter Three~
All that lay before him was blurred and obscured by leaping orange flames. He shielded his eyes from the waves of pulsing heat. Ruble burned on every side of him. Flames lashed out at him, licking at his flesh.
The pain of the heat was swallowed by fear. He whipped his head about him, blonde sweat-soaked strands whipping into his eyes. He coughed harshly as smoke crept into his lungs, blinded his eyes. However, an unseen force propelled him forward through the smoke and fire.
He raced blindly to the source which pulled him forward, not knowing, yet sure, of where it was coming from. Feet barely touching the ground, he flew through a maze of halls and doors. His lungs began to burn from smoke and running. Dropping to his knees, he took deep gasping breaths. His hand felt along the floor, running across the feel of fabric; clothes on a body. His gasp of terror was sharp and startling. Quickly, he crawled towards the body, gently turning the head towards him. The face was pale and lifeless, eyes closed, brown hair tussled and mused out of its normal state. As he stared into that horribly lifeless face, the name worked its way out of his mouth.
"Trowa," he whispered. He reached trembling fingers to Trowa's neck, just below the jaw line. He felt nothing. Carefully, he moved his ear to the still chest and waited. Nothing. Cold hard fear was melted, and not by the fire around him. It was death. Death replaced the fear. Tears slowly rolled down his cheeks, creating small trails in the smoky soot that dirtied them. With tender lovingness, he tilted Trowa's head towards him and laid a gentle kiss upon the dead, un-responding lips. Just as slowly did he pull away, his own tears wetting the face of his dead lover.
"It was always my fault, wasn't it?" His tear-filled question remained unanswered. Angrily, he wiped away his tears. "Yes that's right. Mine," he lay down beside the dead body, so close, the cold of death seeped into him. Finally, they would be together, no one to disturb them ever again…
"Quatre?" the voice repeated. Quatre opened his eyes to see Heero standing over him. For once, the two cobalt blue stones showed traces of emotion. Quatre smiled slightly and sat up. Heero backed away. "I heard you tossing in your sleep. Besides," he began in a businesslike manner. "Relena wants us to take care of something for her." He leaned up against the wall, arms folded over his chest, head down. "OZ has been sending some threats to the Sanc Kingdom, and she wants us to go find out why." Quatre frowned.
"Why else? The idea of peace, or anyone for total pacifism, is a threat to them." He began examining his hands absently. "Sometimes I wonder if our lives are becoming too routine…" Heero raised an eyebrow. Quatre looked up. "Have you ever thought about what happened to Duo?" A look of discomfort and shock crossed Heero's face.
"Why?" he asked gruffly. Quatre merely stared at him. "What?" Quatre casually placed his hands behind his head.
"Heero, you can't hide anything from the uchuu no kokoro." The blonde grinned childishly at a bewildered Heero. For a moment, one pure moment, the two were boys. Teenage boys, not soldiers. For a moment, life wasn't complicated. Then the memory of the dream came back to Quatre. Something like that could not just be brushed aside. However…
"Quatre, is there something you want to tell me?" Heero asked, reading Quatre's face. Maybe I should try getting an emotionless mask like Heero and Trowa, he thought ruefully.
"I just…had a dream. A nightmare." Heero frowned.
"Aren't you a little old to be telling me about your nightmares?" he asked. Quatre shook his head.
"It's more than that. It's…it seemed a lot like a, like a vision," he explained. Heero looked at him with those cold eyes, demanding a deeper explanation. "At least, it felt that way…"
"That may be so, but I'd rather not put my life in the hands of a dream," he moved away from the wall. "Or a nightmare." He walked towards the door, and hesitated before leaving. "If you don't feel like going out today, you don't,"
"No, I'm fine." Quatre replied quickly. A ghost of a smile came to Heero's face. He nodded.
"All right." Heero quietly left Quatre to himself. Quatre pushed himself off of the bed. He picked out some clothes from the dresser; privately thankful he wouldn't be wearing that tacky school uniform. He'd always hated being more elaborate than necessary. He smiled to himself. Not to be confused with looking presentable. He turned to the mirror, and his breath caught in his chest. He stared for a moment. Deep orbs of green stared at him, into him. His mouth moved, but his voice refused to work. He turned around slowly and was met by…
Nothing. A breeze blew in through the open window, making the lace curtains flutter delicately. Quatre stood, waiting for his breath to slow. The wavering curtains caused shafted of sunlight to dance across his face.
He was in Quatre's mind. That meant he was everywhere.
Duo and Trowa stood, waiting for anything. Yet nothing came.
"You'd think they'd have a place to rent a car or something," Duo muttered in complaint. Trowa, though, was not listening. There was a great deal of distance in his eyes as he came to realize the answer.
"I have to kill you," he whispered, almost inaudibly. Duo looked over at him in question. Trowa grabbed both of Duo's shoulders and pushed him up against the nearest wall.
"Trowa! What are you doing?!" Duo yelped in shock. He attempted to break away, but Trowa's grip held fast.
"I must kill you. We are enemies. I will not be killed by my enemy." Duo's eyes widened as Trowa pulled back a fist.
The fury of movement was nothing more than a white blur. Trowa lay unconscious on the ground, a large bruise forming on his cheek. Duo looked from the ground to his savior in surprise.
"Wu-man!" he exclaimed in excitement.
Wufei stared out onto the road while Duo absently watched the scenery fly by in the passenger seat. Trowa had been laid out carefully in the back seat. Duo turned to look at Wufei, who was focused intently on driving.
"Hey, thanks for saving me back there," Duo began in seriousness. Wufei remained still.
"I doubt he would've killed you, Maxwell." He sighed. "That'd be too lucky for me. You're too damned annoying." Duo mocked insult.
"What? Y'mean me?" Wufei smirked ruefully. "So, where've you been all this time?" Wufei's statement sobered. Duo took this as a hint. "Oh."
"Don't worry about it." Wufei replied. Silence took over the conversation for a solid ten minutes before being broken.
"Where're we going?" Duo asked.
"To find Heero and Quatre," Wufei answered. Duo had already filled him in on what he knew of Trowa's condition. Duo nodded.
"Seems logical enough. You think Quatre can bring him back to his old silent self?"
"That's what I was planning."
"Good. Then once we get him back, we can stop screwing around with OZ. I've had enough of them." Wufei nodded his agreement. They drove the lonely road alone, much the way they fought their battles.
"Lady," the voice rang clearly, yet quietly. It was the voice given to one who held power and elegance in careful tact. The voice of an aristocrat who became a leader. Nothing could have fit Treize better.
"Yes, Master Treize," Une responded dutifully. The man before her smiled. His ice blue eyes focused intently on her. He held himself in great importance, presenting it in his voice, posture, and overall exterior.
"I sense an imbalance in power," he began. Une bowed her head in guilt. "Care to explain?" he prompted, cocking a forked eyebrow.
"I-forgive me, Your Excellency. I fooled that Gundam pilot. He now works for us." She awaited reprimand, which never came.
"Then, Lady Une, we must restore the balance. I shall not fight a fixed battle."
"Whatever you say, Your Excellency." She stood, bowing to him, and left. Treize turned to face the large window situated behind his oaken desk. He watched the orange, pink, and violet tints of the setting sun. He chuckled to himself.
"Zechs, I am becoming like you, my friend,"
The building was much like one large room in a warehouse, and had a good chance of being just that. It consisted of two floors, the second fairly high above the ground floor. There was a feeling of old use and abandonment in it. It's emptiness magnified each sound made.
Quatre and Heero moved relatively silent through its hollow stillness. Quatre stopped after awhile.
"What's the matter?" Heero asked. Quatre looked around him carefully.
"Don't you think this is a little…strange?" Heero raised one skeptical eyebrow.
"Explain to me how an abandoned building is strange."
"Well, why would they bother leaving the building if they weren't staying? I figure they'd cover their tracks in case someone came in after them." Heero became thoughtful.
"That would make their threats to the Sanc Kingdom,"
"Bluffs." Quatre finished with a nod. "Exactly."
"Then…" Heero trailed off in dumb realization.
"That's right." A voice sneered from behind them. Quatre and Heero turned simultaneously to meet that voice. Before them stood a group of OZ soldiers. The one who had spoken smirked. "Never guessed a couple of Gundam pilots'd be so gullible."
~owari~
Lorelei: *gasp* Danger has befallen our heroes!
Pinku: That's really corny, Lei-chan…
Lorelei: *sweatdrop* …Yeah, it is…
Pinku: *cheers* This thing is almost over!
Taru: *glares* That's not good, you idiot!
Pinku: *frowns* Meanie…
Lorelei: Yeah, well, the idiot is right. Amnesia is coming to its dramatic close. But that's not for a few more chapters, minna! Rest assured, you'll be satisfied at the end!
Taru: *cheers*
Pinku: *sigh*
