Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from GW
Note: This was for a contest from Shades of Color. It didn't win and I wanted to post it somewhere.
Bad lemon. Sorry, 1x2x1 is not my specialty.
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PART ONE
Chapter Two
Duo returned to the other two pilots. "I found a bottle of water in Deathscythe." He said as he knelt down beside Heero and Quatre. Quatre's condition had gotten worse and the Sandrock pilot could no longer sit up on his own thanks to dizzy spells. With Heero's help he was able to sit up and drink some of the water. Duo looked at Heero; he had yet to show signs of any change, though his symptoms would be different from Quatre's. "How long has it been?" Duo's voice was abnormally quiet.
Heero checked his watch. "A little passed eighteen hours since we were injected with Gemini." He calculated. "I'm find so far Duo, don't worry. I'll tell you at the first sign of anything." He looked at the braided pilot.
Duo forced a brave grin. "I always worry. That's what happens when you fall for the suicidal one I guess." He closed his eyes and shrugged, making sure that his trademark, shit-eating grin was kept on his face.
"Try watching Catherine throw knives at him. That isn't exactly a walk in the park." Quatre muttered quietly from his position across the floor in front of the other two pilots.
Duo laughed as he looked at his friend. "Glad to see you're still in a good mood. Anything else hurt Q-chan?" He asked. "Has she ever missed?" He suddenly wondered to himself.
Quatre nodded. "He's got a scar on his left ear." He felt sick to his stomach with nausea and a headache. His throat was sore and his entire body felt as heavy as lead. And his eyes. "My vision is beginning to blur. My guess is that I'm losing my sight." He sighed, reporting.
It was Duo's turn to sigh. He wished there was something he could do for his friends, but as of the moment there was no hope it Hell. Duo shot a sideways glance at Heero. // Looks like the Maxwell curse has struck again. \\ He then looked back at Quatre. "How long do you think you have before you completely go blind?" He asked, knowing whom the last person Quatre should see was Trowa.
The young blonde swallowed, it was painful and even though he had just taken a drink, his throat was dry. "A few days." He shrugged trying to be strong. "If I don't die first." He whispered, then yawned.
"You should rest." Heero spoke. Quatre looked at him and then nodded. Heero moved and went back to his computer. He wanted to find every piece of information of Gemini as possible. He was also forming a plan to take out Oz for good so the war would end. Duo sat with Quatre until the Arabian had fallen into a restless sleep. Then the God of Death went and sat beside Heero.
They were both silent and the only sound was the clicking of Heero's fingers on the keyboard. Finally the clicking stopped and Heero looked at Duo and memorized those violet eyes for the thousandth time. Duo stared back and a silent conversation was held between the two boys. Heero was the first to move.
While still looking into Duo's eyes the Wing pilot pressed his lips against Duo's. At the contact they both closed their eyes. Duo wrapped his arms around Heero's neck, digging his fingers into the back of Heero's head, running the soft unruly hair through his callused fingers.
Slowly Duo leaned back, taking Heero with him. Together they lay on the floor pressed closely together. Duo's hands made their way down to Heero's waist and they tugged on the tank top until Heero sat up long enough to pull the clothe over his head and discarded it to an unknown place.
Heero pressed his lips against Duo's again as he wrapped his arms around the braided boy, sliding them under Duo's body. Duo yelped as Heero rolled them over so he was now on the top. He pulled away from the kiss questioningly. Heero spoke not a work as he undid the end of Duo's braid, then parted the thick rope with his fingers.
Duo looked at him and smiled then lowered himself for another kiss. He ground himself against the body beneath his, causing Heero to gasp slightly. Duo grinned into the kiss then slowly began a trail of kisses to Heero's Neck. With feather light kisses, Duo attacked the tender skin, making the another path down Heero's chest.
Making sure to kiss every inch of skin Duo traveled over one of Heero's nipples, which stood erect and hard. Slowly, Duo lowered his mouth around the tiny nub and swirled his tongue around it, eliciting an erotic moan from his partner. Duo drew away then gently blew cool air across the wet skin, causing Heero to shiver. Doing the same to the other side Duo noticed the tightness of his own clothes.
Heero moaned as Duo traveled down to his stomach, the feather light kisses sending him waves of pleasure. He gasped as Duo dipped his tongue into Heero's navel.
Duo stopped and looked at the boy withering beneath him as he slipped out of his clothes. // Shit, we have no lube... \\ He thought to himself. // Oh well, this could be the last time... \\
Duo hadn't realized that he had stopped for so long. Heero gazed up at his braided lover and saw tears fall from his eyes. Quickly the normally emotionless soldier sat up and pulled Duo to him, holding him tightly. "Why do you cry?" Heero asked, waking Duo from his thoughts.
Duo didn't know what to say at first, then wrapped his arms around Heero's neck. "This is the last time that we'll..." Duo sniffed, burying his face into Heero's neck. "I love you Hee-chan, I don't want you to die." He whispered, hugging Heero tighter, afraid that if he were to let go Heero would disappear.
Heero sighed as he gently rubbed Duo's back. He loved Duo so much that he didn't want to hurt him. He knew that his death would hurt the other boy and he wanted to stop it, but there was nothing he could do. "Let's not think about it now." He said softly. "We have no lubrication, but I'll be fine." Heero insisted, Duo looked at him funny. "I want you to take me Duo."
Duo's eyes widened, "Are you sure?" He asked. Heero nodded. Duo pressed his lips against Heero's as he pushed the Wing pilot back against the floor. He pulled Heero's spandex shorts from his body, releasing his member.
The Deathscythe pilot knew how painful entry was without lube and he didn't want his lover to be in pain. He stuck two of his fingers into his mouth and saw that Heero was watching him, his cobalt blue eyes shining. Making sure that he had used a lot of spit Duo withdrew his fingers then pressed one to Heero's entrance.
Heero winced slightly as the finger pushed passed his tight ring. The pain didn't last long though and he moaned, closing his eyes as Duo's finger gently caressed his inner lining. Soon a second finger joined the first and Duo gently moved around until he found Heero's sweet spot.
Crying out, Heero arched his back, rocking back on the two fingers. His body shook with need as he opened his eyes and looked at Duo, pleading. As many times as he had tried to kill himself, it was for the colonies, he didn't want to die.
Duo understood the pleading look and slowly withdrew his fingers. He also saw the empty look flash through Heero's eyes. He understood that too. Quickly the braided boy used his pre-cum to lubricate his own erection then positioned himself at Heero's entrance.
Heero spread his legs to give Duo more room. They stared into each other's eyes as Duo fully sheathed himself in Heero's tight heat. Duo waited with a patients not of his character until Heero was ready, then carefully, the God of Death angled himself so he would hit that spot deep within the warm body.
Heero hated the empty feeling as Duo pulled out but was quickly rewarded as his lover pushed back in. The rhythm was slow. "Faster Duo, please." Heero's voice was barely a whisper but Duo heard it and he complied, speeding the rhythm up slightly. "Oh God, yes!" Heero moaned. He was always vocal during their lovemaking and Duo always loved to hear his koi yell out with pleasure.
"Heero..." Duo moaned as he drove himself deeper into the heat surrounding him. He was usually the one on the receiving end and he knew what felt good. He rubbed against Heero's prostate, which caused the normally quiet soldier to cry out, arching his back, and shoving himself farther onto Duo, driving the boy deeper inside him.
"Harder." He whimpered. Soon Duo was pounding into Heero's body in a desperate motion. They both needed to feel it. "Duo...I'm..." Heero gasped and moaned but the moan was captured by Duo's lips.
A hand found Heero's neglected length and pumped it, squeezing the purple head in rhythm of Duo's thrusting. Heero moaned into Duo's mouth again as he let himself go, coating Duo's hand with his seed.
Duo moaned against Heero's lips as Heero's muscles contracted around him, milking him dry.
The two boys lay beside each other, panting from exhaustion. Duo was the first to move. He sat up and pulled Heero to him in a rib-crushing hug. "I love you Hee-chan, never forget it, please." He whispered, inhaling the scent of his lover.
"I'll remember Duo." Heero whispered as he ran his fingers through Duo's hair. It had come loose during their activity. "Remember that I love you." He held onto Duo, suddenly feeling weak and afraid.
Duo finally sighed and pulled away, he had tears streaming down his face but was trying his best to ignore them. "I guess we'd better get dressed and get some sleep. I don't want you to get hurt because you're tired." He whispered.
Heero nodded then looked over at the floor where the other pilot was, or used to be. "First we have to find Quatre." He said and Duo looked at the empty spot.
"Shit, I forgot all about him!" He jumped up and pulled his clothes on as fast as he could.
***
Quatre opened his eyes, looking around confused. His vision was blurred but he could still make everything out. He spotted Heero and Duo across from him, holding each other. Heero didn't haven a shirt on and it was clear to what they were doing.
Blushing to himself the fair-haired pilot forced himself to his feet as quietly as he could. Deciding to leave the other two to their privacy, he made his way out of the safe house. Slowly he stumbled down a path that led to where they had hid their Gundams. Quatre couldn't tell how long it had taken him to get there, but he didn't really care as he wordlessly made his way to Sandrock and climbed up to the hatch.
Quatre flopped down in the pilot's seat and rested. He was out of breath and his head throbbed as he panted for air. // My arms are so heavy. \\ He closed his eyes to try to summon his strength. Clenching his teeth tightly, Quatre forced himself to sit up. He groaned loudly as he opened his eyes, stars exploded in his view as a title wave of nausea washed over him.
He held his breath for a few seconds until the wave passed. Then winced noticeably as he pressed a button on the keyboard. "Please be in Heavyarms." He whispered, sending a message to Gundam 03. When it had been send Quatre fell back, his entire body devoid of any energy. He fidgeted slightly; becoming uncomfortable from the heat radiating from his sweat soaked body. The sweat made him stick to the chair.
The blonde pilot had just gotten comfortable and was dozing off when his vidscreen turned on. He moaned slightly as he sat up and rubbed his sore eyes as they were invaded by bright light. He blinked as he looked at the face, trying to focus.
Trowa was surprised to see it had been Quatre sending him the message, but he had been slightly relieved as well. He had feared that it had been Duo to inform him that something had seriously gone wrong. "What's wrong? Where are Duo and Heero? Are you hurt? You look like you've been in the worst battle of your life!" Before he could think Trowa surprised himself by bombarding the equally surprised Sandrock pilot with questions.
Quatre raised an eyebrow and looked at his lover. "Hello to you too Trowa." He mumbled as he fell back against the chair again. "Nothing's wrong. I just...needed to see your face." He shrugged, silently adding an "For the last time." on at the end.
Trowa was silent, studying the little blonde in front of him. "You're lying." He said. "I can always tell with you." Quatre cursed at himself mutely as he sat up again. "Tell me why you look as if Sandrock fell on you...please?" Trowa's quiet voice insisted.
Quatre smiled at the comment. "I feel as though Sandrock fell on me." He nodded, then sighed in defeat. "I think I'm losing my eye sight." He stared at the control panel as he spoke. "I told Duo that I probably have a few days before I go completely blind but I can't be sure." He looked up, blinking until finally Trowa's image had focused.
The silent boy nodded. "Where are Duo and Heero anyway?" He wondered, Duo was supposed to be watching both pilots to make sure that nothing happened to them. He stopped this train of thought as he noticed Quatre begin to giggle slightly.
"I don't know why people think we're rabbits." The Sandrock pilot smiled.
Understanding what this meant, Trowa also smiled. "I'm sorry I'm not there so we could do the same. You know how much you mean to me Angel." The soft smile disappeared and was replaced with a look of sadness.
Quatre bit his lip as tears of need and want fell from his eyes. "Come home Trowa, please? I need you." He sniffed knowing that it was weak of him to beg, but he didn't care. Dying on the battlefield, fighting for peace was one thing. Dying slowly without the one thing you fought to be with and protect was another.
Trowa nodded silently. "Wufei and I are already on our way back. Sally has the samples and she said there was nothing we could do to help her. Try to sleep Quatre, you look like you could use it." He said gently.
Quatre nodded, "Tell Wufei I say hi, and I'll see you soon Trowa. I love you." He whispered.
"I love you too little one." Trowa said before the connection was cut. He looked out at the Gundam beside his own where he knew Wufei had been listening.
"I was sure he'd blame me." Wufei's voice came over the line. He had been quiet and more reserved than usual ever since they had left the Oz base. Trowa had been the one to explain the situation to Sally without Wufei saying a word.
"They don't blame you Wufei because it's not your fault." Trowa said. "You didn't know Treize's plan."
"But I should have figured it out. If I had we would have known that the mission had just been a set up. It's my fault they're dying." The depressed voice mumbled and Trowa only sighed, knowing it was useless to fight with him about it now.
"Someday Wufei, I hope you feel differently." He said and a silence fell between the two Gundams as they made their way back to the safe house where their only family and only friends were waiting.
To be continued.
Dija like it? Review please!!
Note: This was for a contest from Shades of Color. It didn't win and I wanted to post it somewhere.
Bad lemon. Sorry, 1x2x1 is not my specialty.
word = Italics
// word \\ = thoughts
PART ONE
Chapter Two
Duo returned to the other two pilots. "I found a bottle of water in Deathscythe." He said as he knelt down beside Heero and Quatre. Quatre's condition had gotten worse and the Sandrock pilot could no longer sit up on his own thanks to dizzy spells. With Heero's help he was able to sit up and drink some of the water. Duo looked at Heero; he had yet to show signs of any change, though his symptoms would be different from Quatre's. "How long has it been?" Duo's voice was abnormally quiet.
Heero checked his watch. "A little passed eighteen hours since we were injected with Gemini." He calculated. "I'm find so far Duo, don't worry. I'll tell you at the first sign of anything." He looked at the braided pilot.
Duo forced a brave grin. "I always worry. That's what happens when you fall for the suicidal one I guess." He closed his eyes and shrugged, making sure that his trademark, shit-eating grin was kept on his face.
"Try watching Catherine throw knives at him. That isn't exactly a walk in the park." Quatre muttered quietly from his position across the floor in front of the other two pilots.
Duo laughed as he looked at his friend. "Glad to see you're still in a good mood. Anything else hurt Q-chan?" He asked. "Has she ever missed?" He suddenly wondered to himself.
Quatre nodded. "He's got a scar on his left ear." He felt sick to his stomach with nausea and a headache. His throat was sore and his entire body felt as heavy as lead. And his eyes. "My vision is beginning to blur. My guess is that I'm losing my sight." He sighed, reporting.
It was Duo's turn to sigh. He wished there was something he could do for his friends, but as of the moment there was no hope it Hell. Duo shot a sideways glance at Heero. // Looks like the Maxwell curse has struck again. \\ He then looked back at Quatre. "How long do you think you have before you completely go blind?" He asked, knowing whom the last person Quatre should see was Trowa.
The young blonde swallowed, it was painful and even though he had just taken a drink, his throat was dry. "A few days." He shrugged trying to be strong. "If I don't die first." He whispered, then yawned.
"You should rest." Heero spoke. Quatre looked at him and then nodded. Heero moved and went back to his computer. He wanted to find every piece of information of Gemini as possible. He was also forming a plan to take out Oz for good so the war would end. Duo sat with Quatre until the Arabian had fallen into a restless sleep. Then the God of Death went and sat beside Heero.
They were both silent and the only sound was the clicking of Heero's fingers on the keyboard. Finally the clicking stopped and Heero looked at Duo and memorized those violet eyes for the thousandth time. Duo stared back and a silent conversation was held between the two boys. Heero was the first to move.
While still looking into Duo's eyes the Wing pilot pressed his lips against Duo's. At the contact they both closed their eyes. Duo wrapped his arms around Heero's neck, digging his fingers into the back of Heero's head, running the soft unruly hair through his callused fingers.
Slowly Duo leaned back, taking Heero with him. Together they lay on the floor pressed closely together. Duo's hands made their way down to Heero's waist and they tugged on the tank top until Heero sat up long enough to pull the clothe over his head and discarded it to an unknown place.
Heero pressed his lips against Duo's again as he wrapped his arms around the braided boy, sliding them under Duo's body. Duo yelped as Heero rolled them over so he was now on the top. He pulled away from the kiss questioningly. Heero spoke not a work as he undid the end of Duo's braid, then parted the thick rope with his fingers.
Duo looked at him and smiled then lowered himself for another kiss. He ground himself against the body beneath his, causing Heero to gasp slightly. Duo grinned into the kiss then slowly began a trail of kisses to Heero's Neck. With feather light kisses, Duo attacked the tender skin, making the another path down Heero's chest.
Making sure to kiss every inch of skin Duo traveled over one of Heero's nipples, which stood erect and hard. Slowly, Duo lowered his mouth around the tiny nub and swirled his tongue around it, eliciting an erotic moan from his partner. Duo drew away then gently blew cool air across the wet skin, causing Heero to shiver. Doing the same to the other side Duo noticed the tightness of his own clothes.
Heero moaned as Duo traveled down to his stomach, the feather light kisses sending him waves of pleasure. He gasped as Duo dipped his tongue into Heero's navel.
Duo stopped and looked at the boy withering beneath him as he slipped out of his clothes. // Shit, we have no lube... \\ He thought to himself. // Oh well, this could be the last time... \\
Duo hadn't realized that he had stopped for so long. Heero gazed up at his braided lover and saw tears fall from his eyes. Quickly the normally emotionless soldier sat up and pulled Duo to him, holding him tightly. "Why do you cry?" Heero asked, waking Duo from his thoughts.
Duo didn't know what to say at first, then wrapped his arms around Heero's neck. "This is the last time that we'll..." Duo sniffed, burying his face into Heero's neck. "I love you Hee-chan, I don't want you to die." He whispered, hugging Heero tighter, afraid that if he were to let go Heero would disappear.
Heero sighed as he gently rubbed Duo's back. He loved Duo so much that he didn't want to hurt him. He knew that his death would hurt the other boy and he wanted to stop it, but there was nothing he could do. "Let's not think about it now." He said softly. "We have no lubrication, but I'll be fine." Heero insisted, Duo looked at him funny. "I want you to take me Duo."
Duo's eyes widened, "Are you sure?" He asked. Heero nodded. Duo pressed his lips against Heero's as he pushed the Wing pilot back against the floor. He pulled Heero's spandex shorts from his body, releasing his member.
The Deathscythe pilot knew how painful entry was without lube and he didn't want his lover to be in pain. He stuck two of his fingers into his mouth and saw that Heero was watching him, his cobalt blue eyes shining. Making sure that he had used a lot of spit Duo withdrew his fingers then pressed one to Heero's entrance.
Heero winced slightly as the finger pushed passed his tight ring. The pain didn't last long though and he moaned, closing his eyes as Duo's finger gently caressed his inner lining. Soon a second finger joined the first and Duo gently moved around until he found Heero's sweet spot.
Crying out, Heero arched his back, rocking back on the two fingers. His body shook with need as he opened his eyes and looked at Duo, pleading. As many times as he had tried to kill himself, it was for the colonies, he didn't want to die.
Duo understood the pleading look and slowly withdrew his fingers. He also saw the empty look flash through Heero's eyes. He understood that too. Quickly the braided boy used his pre-cum to lubricate his own erection then positioned himself at Heero's entrance.
Heero spread his legs to give Duo more room. They stared into each other's eyes as Duo fully sheathed himself in Heero's tight heat. Duo waited with a patients not of his character until Heero was ready, then carefully, the God of Death angled himself so he would hit that spot deep within the warm body.
Heero hated the empty feeling as Duo pulled out but was quickly rewarded as his lover pushed back in. The rhythm was slow. "Faster Duo, please." Heero's voice was barely a whisper but Duo heard it and he complied, speeding the rhythm up slightly. "Oh God, yes!" Heero moaned. He was always vocal during their lovemaking and Duo always loved to hear his koi yell out with pleasure.
"Heero..." Duo moaned as he drove himself deeper into the heat surrounding him. He was usually the one on the receiving end and he knew what felt good. He rubbed against Heero's prostate, which caused the normally quiet soldier to cry out, arching his back, and shoving himself farther onto Duo, driving the boy deeper inside him.
"Harder." He whimpered. Soon Duo was pounding into Heero's body in a desperate motion. They both needed to feel it. "Duo...I'm..." Heero gasped and moaned but the moan was captured by Duo's lips.
A hand found Heero's neglected length and pumped it, squeezing the purple head in rhythm of Duo's thrusting. Heero moaned into Duo's mouth again as he let himself go, coating Duo's hand with his seed.
Duo moaned against Heero's lips as Heero's muscles contracted around him, milking him dry.
The two boys lay beside each other, panting from exhaustion. Duo was the first to move. He sat up and pulled Heero to him in a rib-crushing hug. "I love you Hee-chan, never forget it, please." He whispered, inhaling the scent of his lover.
"I'll remember Duo." Heero whispered as he ran his fingers through Duo's hair. It had come loose during their activity. "Remember that I love you." He held onto Duo, suddenly feeling weak and afraid.
Duo finally sighed and pulled away, he had tears streaming down his face but was trying his best to ignore them. "I guess we'd better get dressed and get some sleep. I don't want you to get hurt because you're tired." He whispered.
Heero nodded then looked over at the floor where the other pilot was, or used to be. "First we have to find Quatre." He said and Duo looked at the empty spot.
"Shit, I forgot all about him!" He jumped up and pulled his clothes on as fast as he could.
***
Quatre opened his eyes, looking around confused. His vision was blurred but he could still make everything out. He spotted Heero and Duo across from him, holding each other. Heero didn't haven a shirt on and it was clear to what they were doing.
Blushing to himself the fair-haired pilot forced himself to his feet as quietly as he could. Deciding to leave the other two to their privacy, he made his way out of the safe house. Slowly he stumbled down a path that led to where they had hid their Gundams. Quatre couldn't tell how long it had taken him to get there, but he didn't really care as he wordlessly made his way to Sandrock and climbed up to the hatch.
Quatre flopped down in the pilot's seat and rested. He was out of breath and his head throbbed as he panted for air. // My arms are so heavy. \\ He closed his eyes to try to summon his strength. Clenching his teeth tightly, Quatre forced himself to sit up. He groaned loudly as he opened his eyes, stars exploded in his view as a title wave of nausea washed over him.
He held his breath for a few seconds until the wave passed. Then winced noticeably as he pressed a button on the keyboard. "Please be in Heavyarms." He whispered, sending a message to Gundam 03. When it had been send Quatre fell back, his entire body devoid of any energy. He fidgeted slightly; becoming uncomfortable from the heat radiating from his sweat soaked body. The sweat made him stick to the chair.
The blonde pilot had just gotten comfortable and was dozing off when his vidscreen turned on. He moaned slightly as he sat up and rubbed his sore eyes as they were invaded by bright light. He blinked as he looked at the face, trying to focus.
Trowa was surprised to see it had been Quatre sending him the message, but he had been slightly relieved as well. He had feared that it had been Duo to inform him that something had seriously gone wrong. "What's wrong? Where are Duo and Heero? Are you hurt? You look like you've been in the worst battle of your life!" Before he could think Trowa surprised himself by bombarding the equally surprised Sandrock pilot with questions.
Quatre raised an eyebrow and looked at his lover. "Hello to you too Trowa." He mumbled as he fell back against the chair again. "Nothing's wrong. I just...needed to see your face." He shrugged, silently adding an "For the last time." on at the end.
Trowa was silent, studying the little blonde in front of him. "You're lying." He said. "I can always tell with you." Quatre cursed at himself mutely as he sat up again. "Tell me why you look as if Sandrock fell on you...please?" Trowa's quiet voice insisted.
Quatre smiled at the comment. "I feel as though Sandrock fell on me." He nodded, then sighed in defeat. "I think I'm losing my eye sight." He stared at the control panel as he spoke. "I told Duo that I probably have a few days before I go completely blind but I can't be sure." He looked up, blinking until finally Trowa's image had focused.
The silent boy nodded. "Where are Duo and Heero anyway?" He wondered, Duo was supposed to be watching both pilots to make sure that nothing happened to them. He stopped this train of thought as he noticed Quatre begin to giggle slightly.
"I don't know why people think we're rabbits." The Sandrock pilot smiled.
Understanding what this meant, Trowa also smiled. "I'm sorry I'm not there so we could do the same. You know how much you mean to me Angel." The soft smile disappeared and was replaced with a look of sadness.
Quatre bit his lip as tears of need and want fell from his eyes. "Come home Trowa, please? I need you." He sniffed knowing that it was weak of him to beg, but he didn't care. Dying on the battlefield, fighting for peace was one thing. Dying slowly without the one thing you fought to be with and protect was another.
Trowa nodded silently. "Wufei and I are already on our way back. Sally has the samples and she said there was nothing we could do to help her. Try to sleep Quatre, you look like you could use it." He said gently.
Quatre nodded, "Tell Wufei I say hi, and I'll see you soon Trowa. I love you." He whispered.
"I love you too little one." Trowa said before the connection was cut. He looked out at the Gundam beside his own where he knew Wufei had been listening.
"I was sure he'd blame me." Wufei's voice came over the line. He had been quiet and more reserved than usual ever since they had left the Oz base. Trowa had been the one to explain the situation to Sally without Wufei saying a word.
"They don't blame you Wufei because it's not your fault." Trowa said. "You didn't know Treize's plan."
"But I should have figured it out. If I had we would have known that the mission had just been a set up. It's my fault they're dying." The depressed voice mumbled and Trowa only sighed, knowing it was useless to fight with him about it now.
"Someday Wufei, I hope you feel differently." He said and a silence fell between the two Gundams as they made their way back to the safe house where their only family and only friends were waiting.
To be continued.
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