Title: Amnesia

Rating: PG-13

Content: yaoi/shonen ai, angst

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing of anything of the like does not belong to me.

Pairings: 3x4/4x3, 1+2/2+1

~Chapter Five~

Everything around him was swallowed in darkness. His own thoughts were blurred and barely readable. One thing was clear; he wasn't living. Not completely. He wasn't breathing. In fact, he wasn't even existing. He was nowhere, but had to be someplace. He could think, but could not understand his own thoughts. He was lost.

Where had he gone wrong? Why had this happened? His thoughts began to separate and become coherent. Everything that had happened seemed to have, to his dismay, a common factor. Quatre.

Deep in his heart, his soul, he knew Quatre never intentionally wanted to hurt him. He knew that. But looking back, it seemed these-incidents-were more than that. They were, in a sense, pushed into play. Everything that had happened to him had been intentional.

Did this mean his love was wasted? He'd never actually loved anyone that way before, so he really didn't know. All that he could see was that every time he and Quatre were pushed into conflict, he received the brunt of it. Was it Quatre's subconscious sending him a message?

Une kneeled beside the boy's body, applying pressure to the open bullet wound in his side. She frowned in concentration. Heero and Wufei gave her matching skeptical looks. She looked up at them. She forced a small, apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry, I should've gotten here sooner. I called an ambulance," she told them with an edge of remorse in her voice. She noticed their eyes still on her and she continued. "I came here to make things right again. I only hope I'm not too late."

Quatre had been huddled inwardly against a wall. He hugged his knees to his chest, unable to cry. His mind was numb. He barely was aware of his own voice as he whispered to himself.

"How…? I'm a…a killer…a heartless killer. It'd be best if I was dead…" He lowered his head to his knees. "Trowa," he mourned softly. "It should've been me…"

The curtain of darkness began to rise. Or at least, it seemed that way. He felt the breath begin to enter his lungs sharply. The aching pain in his side made itself known. He opened his eyes.

Memories flooded into his mind as the light entered his eyes. Even the dim of an abandoned warehouse was lighter than emptiness.

Quatre.

That was his first thought. He sat up, letting the pain in his side course through his body. Everything around him was blocked from his immediate attention. He went to Quatre, instinctively knowing where he was. He knelt down slowly beside the blonde, careful not to reopen his wound. Quatre slowly lifted his head revealing a pale, shaken face with wide, innocent eyes.

Or not so innocent.

Trowa gathered the blonde into a gentle embrace, and Quatre buried his head between Trowa's neck and bare shoulder. With one hand, Trowa stroked the back of Quatre's blonde head lovingly. He never wanted to let go.

~owari~

Taru: *becomes as sparkly eyed* Awwwww…

Lorelei: *grins* A job well done if I do say so myself.

Taru: *nod nod*

Lorelei: And there's more to come!

Taru: More…?

Lorelei: Well…no…just and epilogue…

Taru: Oh.