Title: Power Game Part 5
Author: Aya Maxwell
Pairings: 1+2,
3+4
Warnings: Language, angst
Notes: //Chara Thoughts//
Disclaimer: I have nothing... I own nothing.
Power Game
Part 5
For a minute I just froze in place, now knowing
what to do. I was still standing there naked; arms wrapped around my too thin
body while Heero was charging down the stairs to throttle Trowa. At that moment
I pretty much resolved not to tell Heero ever about what had really happened. If
he was acting like this over a few bruises.... I was scared to see what he would
do if he knew the whole damned truth. An incredibly loud crash brought me back
to my current situation and I went running - yes I was still naked - down the
stairs.
I was greeted with the sight of Trowa sprawled backwards on the
living room floor while Heero raised his fist to punch the Heavyarms pilot
again.
"Heero stop!" Quatre shouted and attached himself to Heeros
muscular forearm, trying in vain to pull him away. No one had noticed me yet,
and I was kind of glad about that because I was still naked. Heero shoved Quatre
away and advanced on Trowa who looked entirely too calm for someone who was
about to be beaten senseless.
I didn't want to intervene... I wanted
Heero to beat Trowa into a bloody pulp.. I wanted him to feel pain... I wanted
him to bleed. But I know once Heero started something he would not stop and no
matter how much I hated Trowa at the moment I didn't want anyone dying because
of me. No matter how badly they hurt me.
"Heero!"
Everyone
stopped and looked at me in shock. After all, I was still naked. I ignored the
humiliated blush that was creeping over my fair skin and tried my best to ignore
the way Trowa was looking at my nude form. Fuck... did I really want to stop
Heero?
"Heero what do you think you are doing!? How could you just
attack Trowa like that?" Quatre demanded angrily, helping his lover up. Trowa
looked from me to Heero and frowned.
"You give me one good fucking
reason why I shouldn't beat the shit out of you." Heero growled, the look in his
eyes promising death to the Latin boy.
"Because I did nothing to you."
//Yeah right bastard... you're just a fucking saint aint ya?//
"Not to me... to Duo." The Wing pilot hissed.
Trowa stared at
me, and I looked away quickly. "Duo?" He asked calmly. I concentrated on my bare
feet and clenched my teeth together. "I told you Heero; it was an accident...
Trowa was drunk off his ass and I suggested we spar. Things got out of hand and
that's why I'm all bruised up. That's it."
I stole a quick look at
Heero, and winced. He was glaring at me.. As if I had done something wrong. I
swear all these fucking people have emotional problems, including me!
"Duo?" Quatre asked questioningly. He looked from me to Trowa in
confusion.
"LOOK PEOPLE... HOW MANY MORE TIMES DO I HAVE TO EXPLAIN
THIS? IT WAS NOTHING.... HE WAS DRUNK.. HE DIDN'T MEAN TO HURT ME! JUST DROP
IT!" I all but screamed. I blinked back the tears that threatened to spill from
my eyes and looked away from their shocked faces. It was true wasn't it? If he
hadn't been drunk he would never hurt me like that would he? Never.. That's why
I could lie to protect him.. Because he didn't mean it.. He didn't remember it..
And I would not have another death on my conscience.
Memories from L2
came swarming back into my mind, and I bolted from the house before anyone could
see me fall apart completely. I ran out into the surrounding wilderness, still
naked and stumbling blindly in the direction of Deathscythe Hell. I ran for what
seemed like hours and when I finally got there... I was covered with more
scratches and bruises; my bare feet were a bloody mess, all cut up from the
stones in the ground.
The darkness comforted me as I collapsed in a
boneless heap, next to Deathscythes massive foot. I allowed the tears to flow
freely now that I was alone, and I scrunched myself into a tiny ball...
shivering from the cold. When I was finished crying I felt exhausted.. So I lay
there thinking.
"Maxwell?"
I swore under my breath and wrapped
my thin arms around my knees. I did not want anyone to see me like this,
especially Wufei. "Go away." My voice came out gravelly and uneven. Dammit.. Now
he will start ranting about how I am weak.. And how only onnas cry.
"Are
you ok Maxwell?"
I blinked in surprise and squinted up at him. He was
wearing his usual white traditional attire, and stood out in the darkness
easily. His face appeared to be creased with concern. Wow, Wufei was worried
about me. Don't I feel fucking special?
"Look Wufei.. I am really not in
the mood to be bitched at about how weak I am. I don't care anymore.. I just
want to be left alone. So you can just go back to the safe house and save all
the nasty things you are planning to say to me."
"I just brought you
some clothes." He said dryly.
I looked up at him again. "Oh.."
He snorted and settled on the ground beside me, handing me a pair of
jeans and a sweater. "You're covered in bruises Maxwell.. Are you sure you are
all right?"
I quickly shimmied into the clothes and went back into my
fetal position, facing away from him. "I'm fine." I informed him stiffly.
"Thanks for the clothes but you don't really need to stay here.. As soon as I
figure out what to do me and Deathscythe are leaving. I don't need this shit.."
"Duo... tell me what happened?" He asked softly.
"What do you
care?" I scoffed.
"I care because.. you are my ally and my friend.. We
are a team Duo. And if we ever want this war to end we have to stick together.
Whatever hurts you... hurts all of us."
"Those are some pretty words
Wu-Chan.. But what if part of the team is the one who hurt me? Then what?"
Wufei watched me silently in the darkness and made a hmm noise. "Then
that person will be dealt with." He said grimly.
I looked at him
sharply. "That's right Wufei.. They will be dealt with. By being killed.. Then
what will become of our team? We will be nothing.. And we will be destroyed. I
think the fate of the world means more than me Wufei.. So until everything is
finished and the five of us aren't needed anymore I will keep my mouth shut, and
live with whatever happened."
"Duo, tell me what happened. It has
something to do with Trowa does it not?"
"Please Wufei... please just
drop it."
"Whatever you tell me... I will keep in confidential. I swear
on my honor Duo, you can trust me."
I needed someone to talk to so
badly.. I needed to get this horrible weight off my chest. "Wufei... please
don't tell anyone what I tell you. If you do.. I will never forgive you and you
will have shamed yourself and proved that you have NO honor."
His eyes
widened slightly at the last part, but he nodded. "I swear to you."
"Trowa.. I lied about what happened.. He was drunk.. And he... he..
ra--"
My sentence was cut off by a shrill beeping sound coming from
Deathscythes cockpit. I jumped to my feet, wincing slightly and clambered up the
side, opening the cockpit.
"What is it?" Wufei called.
I sighed
wearily. "Mission."
"Maxwell... if you had not been here, how would you
know that you had a mission?"
I smirked in the darkness. "Heero would
have told me.. He always knows."
I heard a snort coming from his general
direction. I looked out at him and frowned, I did trust him but the best thing
to do would be to go on my mission... disappear for awhile and try to forget
everything that had happened in the past twenty four hours. No one would get
hurt that way.. No one.. Except me anyway.
"Thanks for the clothes
Wufei.. I have to go. There are a bunch of Mobile Dolls out there callin my
name." I started to close the hatch when he called my name.
"Duo... when
you get back. We will talk about this." He said firmly.
I gave him a
small smile and nodded weakly. "Yeah Wu-Chan.. When I get back. Ja ne."
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End Part Five
TBC
