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Title: Stop The World Part 14...
Rated: PG-13?
Warnings: A.U., mystery!, shounen ai 1x2 of course with background 3x4 and Rx13, cursing, weak storyline, tons of P.O.V. switching, drama, and sap.
PART 14
She hovered through the busy precinct office, not minding whom she passed through or what. One of the officers shivered, and shouted for someone to turn up the thermostat... 'Dorothy' furrowed her brows in determination, searching the desks, hands and shelves for something specific...
She hesitated as a tall, swift young man stepped out before her, and opened the door to one of the offices.
"Barton!" A raucous voice barked. "Where's your partner?"
The tall detective turned at the call. He frowned a little, and tucked his hand closer to his side, hiding something. Dorothy watched curiously...
"He's on a stake out," Barton shouted back. He opened the office door and threw in whatever it was he had in his grasp. The door shut quickly, and he stalked back the way he'd come. "If any one calls, reroute it to my cell," he ordered before vanishing out the door.
She wasted no time in investigating. Her elders called her shrewd. Of course I'm shrewd, she thought proudly. The walls passed by and she stopped suddenly. A small, satisfied smile creased her ghostly features. That's the only way to get the job done, and done right.... Dorothy reached for the specter-like object, and pulled it from its plastic bag confines. Moments later she rose and drifted from the Earth plane triumphantly...
His groan was muffled in his jacket sleeve. My God-- will he *never* stop?! Wufei almost cried in relief as the incessant hum of conversation from the food booth behind him halted. It resumed, however, just as powerfully, and Wufei sobbed silently.
How can he talk so much.... Duo laughed happily. How can 'Heero' stand it..... "Uhhhg," Wufei murmured thickly.
"... that's why I wear a helmet, whenever I'm around Treize. Sheesh, you'd think I was putting the moves on his 'Angel' Relena!" Duo laughed again, and drummed his fingers on the table.
"Do you believe in angels?"
This new voice was unexpected. It wavered from lack of use. Wufei cracked open one of his bloodshot eyes, and waited. He winced when Duo answered, but held fast.
"Wow, you speak!" Duo chuckled to his friend. "Um... Quatre asked the same thing, a few days ago... I told him I didn't know. The theory is cool and all, but... I don't know..."
"How about fallen angels?" Heero added hesitantly. There was another blessed pause.
"Fallen angels?" Duo repeated slowly. "Like... losing their wings, and all that?"
"... They're cast down," Heero began shyly. "With memories of heaven, and sometimes regrets..."
Wufei was sitting up by now, wrapping cool hands around his warm mug of tea. Duo was actually rendered speechless-- for all of 20 seconds.
Duo answered softly. "I don't know if I'd *want* to believe in that... Regrets for an angel?" He trailed off somberly. "They sound like pretty sad creatures..."
"Sad," Heero agreed solemnly. Wufei shivered.
The smile greeting him as he entered the warm, sweet smelling shop was potentially addictive. Trowa couldn't stop the faint quirking of his own lips into a grin for the beautiful blonde.
He's smiling, Quatre thought in wonder. He blushed, and fidgeted with a notepad on the counter.
"Someone from your team already came in, about a half hour ago," Quatre admitted to the notepad. Trowa paused directly before him, and placed one slim, sculpted hand on the counter top.
"Wufei?" The tall detective offered in surprise. I thought he was going to follow the other two... But Quatre looked up with shimmering eyes, and answered in the negative.
"No... She was a tall blonde. She said her name was 'Dorothy Catalonia'..." he let his words taper off as Trowa's bland statement registered confusion.
"Catalonia?" The detective repeated. "No one with that name is on this case... What did she ask?"
"She asked who I suspected," Quatre offered truthfully. "I guess that should have tipped me off. Was she from the press, maybe?" Trowa shook his head-- no idea... The short silence that followed was pierced efficiently by the telephone. Quatre excused himself, and vanished beyond the back curtains. The second ring was interrupted, and soft murmurs of speech ensued.
The press? Trowa mulled unhappily. A shooting is hardly juicy enough for them-- He glanced up as the curtains were flung back, and a pale Quatre emerged. He was shrugging on his coat, and without an upward glance had attacked the notepad with a pen.
"Quatre."
Quatre let out a shuddering sigh. His fingers were clenched around the ink pen tight enough to hurt. He answered Trowa in halting, panicked speech.
"Relena's in the hospital," he blurted. "Relena Peacecraft-- she's a friend." Accomplishing the simple task of writing a panicked note for Duo, Quatre tore it from the pad and jogged around the counter. "I'm sorry Trowa, but I have to go--"
Trowa followed Quatre's impatient flight out of the store, and watched as he attached the note to the door, and locked it firmly. Trowa grabbed Quatre's wrist as the panicked blonde tried to sprint down the street. "We can take my car," he offered.
Quatre turned to stare up at him with soulful eyes. The wrist Trowa held was warm; soft like silk. Before any thanks could be attempted, Trowa pulled Quatre a few steps down the walk, and opened the passenger door of his dormant vehicle. Seconds later he was turning the key in the ignition, and pulling out into traffic.
I couldn't imagine his smile ever fading... Even when his lips weren't curled in glee, his eyes would hold me because they were beautiful, and ever smiling... He embraces life... Embraces... everything... I watched him flirt with the cafe cashier, and I was jealous. Just a little; I was more envious, and proud, that he could love everything, always.
Beautiful, I wanted to tell him. He poked my side as we walked, once again commenting on how quiet I was.
"The quiet ones always surprise you," he hypothesized ominously. Then he laughed. I would have been a surprise, if I told him... He'd never believe it, I thought sadly. I barely can, even with the pain.
"Hey," he chirped as we approached the store. "Looks like Quatre went out..." He pulled off a small paper from the door, and read it swiftly. A grim look dismissed all previous hints of playfulness, and he turned to me, unsmiling.
"Quatre doesn't need this," he told me with a deep sigh. "I don't know what he'd do if Relena..." Duo shook himself once, and grabbed my arm. "C'mon." He pulled me down the sidewalk and growled at the cold afternoon air. "*Both* of our angels are at the hospital, and I'd hate to find out which one is worse off..."
The clouds around him were gray; mirroring his discontent. The gloom of their color only served to fuel his anger. He balled dainty hands into fists, and fumed.
The bitch..... Even after I've silenced her, she won't *leave* me-- He didn't calm with his next thought, comforting though it was. At least I've started the seed... the tiny suspicion that precious 'Heero' is more than he seems... He peeled back pale lips, and offered the sky a sharkish smile. They'll bring him down at his last resort... I'll damn him.... to oblivion.......
End part 14... o__o... Been a while... LoL. I moved, started classes, blah blah, the usual chaos... ::nods:: x____x; And I got... so many reviews... I don't know what to do.... =^_^= No wait, I know. Post more chapters, right? ^_____^ Thankee-sai!
