Title: Amnesia
Rating: PG-13
Content: yaoi/shonen ai, angst
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. I merely toy with their existence, mwahaha!
Pairings: 3x4/4x3, 1+2/2+1
~Chapter Four~
"Quatre?" Trowa questioned. The blonde, who lay in the grass beside him, gave a soft sigh in response. Trowa propped himself up on his elbows. He turned his head toward the peaceful figure beside him. "Quatre?" he repeated.
"Hm?" Quatre mumbled sleepily. Trowa smiled.
"Nothing important." Quatre moved closer to Trowa. Trowa put his arm around the blonde's shoulders.
"Do you like it this way, Trowa?" Quatre asked unexpectedly. Trowa looked at Quatre.
"Well, yes," he replied in bewilderment. "But, why?" Quatre smiled serenely.
"Because, Trowa," Quatre moved toward Trowa even more, his lips less than mere inches from Trowa's own. "I'll have to kill you soon." He finished in complete calm.
Heero's cobalt blue eyes glared coldly at his adversaries, taking on the look of two smoldered embers in a fire. The barrel of a gun was pointed directly at him, yet he showed no outward signs of fear.
"What do you want?" he asked in his usual gruff monotone.
"You might've gotten away from us the first time, but believe me, we don't make mistakes like that twice." The soldier, apparently in command, told Heero.
"Then this will be a new experience for you." Heero retorted smugly, a smirk making its way to his mouth. The soldier leered angrily.
"Shut up! You're in no position to make jokes!' he snapped. This, however, only pushed Heero further.
"Who's joking?" With an angry cry, the soldier fired a shot that whizzed past Heero's head. The dark haired pilot stood completely still.
"Next time, I won't miss."
The chestnut head of Duo snapped upward. His Chinese companion exchanged a glance with him.
"Did you-?" Duo began. Wufei nodded.
"There's someone here all right," he confirmed. The two boys took off after the sound of the shot had come from.
Quatre turned to Heero with a look of worry. His large, seemingly innocent eyes could be read fairly easily, unlike Heero's own. Heero could tell Quatre wanted him to be careful. He owed the blonde that much, anyway.
"Hey!" a voice shouted from behind. Everyone, OZ soldiers included, whipped their heads in the direction of the sound. It had come from a familiar violet-eyed, longhaired American.
"Duo!" Quatre cried. Heero looked shocked and surprised, his mask removed. Wufei cocked an eyebrow in Duo's direction.
"I take it you're not familiar with the term 'tact'?" He was barely able to say this when the two were made into targets. Wufei flung himself to the ground and pulled out a gun of his own. He fired a few shots before realizing his aim wasn't the best. In frustration, he threw the gun to Heero, who caught it with ease. Heero with a gun was far more dangerous than anyone else. He hit a few of the soldiers, not deathblows, but certainly pretty bad injuries. By the time he was done, the soldiers had run out of backup and were forced to leave. Which seemed almost too convenient to Heero…
"Now that was cool!" Duo exclaimed. Heero glared at him. For a moment, Duo looked immensely relieved and grateful. This, however, was replaced by his usual cheerfulness. "Hey, Heero! Long time no see!" the American grinned. "You too, Quatre!' The blonde supplied him with a sad smile.
"It's good to see you too, Duo," Quatre nodded towards them. "Wufei," Wufei folded his arms over his chest and turned to Duo, who had a knowing look on his face.
"Quatre, we have something for you we think you may like," he began.
"That's right," came yet another deep voice from behind. Each pilot turned to face Trowa, who held a gun out towards them. "And this time, none of you will get away."
Quatre's breath caught in his chest, and his head was spinning. This wasn't his Trowa that stood before him. That's why he'd seemed so strange before. So, in a way, Trowa was dead…
"I'll kill each one of you now." Trowa continued. Heero frowned and glared.
"I'd like to see you try," he countered icily. Trowa's gun clicked.
"I've been faster than you before, Gundam pilot," Suddenly, Quatre's head felt light, and he found it hard to stand. Heero held his own gun against Trowa's, standing his ground. Duo and Wufei were rendered speechless, having nothing they could say. Trowa pulled the trigger.
As life was sparse and slowed in the farthest reaches of outer space, life had taken that same speed at that very moment. Sound was lost, and everything, aside from the bullet, was motionless.
Quatre grabbed Heero's gun, the bullet from Trowa's grazing his arm as he did. He hissed as the pain burned through him, and then turned, gun in hand to Trowa. Trowa's gun dropped to the ground with a metallic clack. Blindly, Quatre pulled the trigger.
~owari~
Taru: *eyes go wide* OWARI?!
Lorelei: *sheepishly* Eh-heh…
Taru: Oh, you better get writing…
Lorelei: I am! I am!
Taru: …Good…
Lorelei: *typing like a mad-woman* Ugh, see you soon, minna-san…
