Bonded By a Silver Chain

Chapter 3: Luna

Warnings: Blood, Angst, Humor, Sarcastic Trowa

A/N: I AM THE HAPPY SADIST! MWHAHAHAHAHAA READ!!!!

"What'd you bring her here for?" Wufei asked coolly. He face was set into a distinct and unattractive frown. Wufei was absolutely livid at the fact of Luna's arrival, and he had no qualms in voicing his opinion. When Trowa didn't reply, Wufei's frown deepened into a bitter scowl. His eyebrows met at the crease forming in his forehead. He emanated annoyance that caused the tension in the room to thicken, and the temperature to rise. Things were beginning to heat up.

Trowa narrowed his emerald eyes at his comrade. He took a silent, yet threatening step towards Wufei, who had too look up into the eyes that were glaring down at him. It was then that Wufei realized that he was treading on thin ice, but his pride wouldn't let him back down.

 "I owe her my life."

The statement was succinct, but it conveyed all that was needed to be. The tones of his voice were so cold, so harsh and his eyes were filling with anger at sight of Wufei. For a moment, ever so brief, Trowa looked ready to kill Wufei, but her turned away, leaving him with one last laconic reply.

"She stays." His stone was harsh, and thick with finality and conviction. Trowa turned and gracefully strode out of the hanger leaving Wufei to think whatever he wished to think.

"If you didn't want me here, all you had to do was tell me."

Wufei turned around, to face the sound of the voice. He was looking up into a pair of incredibly blue, incredibly pained blue eyes. They were narrowed in slight annoyance. Wufei narrowed his own slanted black eyes, but they widened when he saw the pool of crimson red blood seeping through her shirt.

"You're hurt," He stated dumbly. Luna rolled her eyes despite the fact she already felt dizzy. She placed one deft hand to her stomach, and she paled. She knew if she lost any more blood, she'd die.

"Get Nanashi," She managed to force out. She was doubled over, and sliding to the floor. Her adrenaline rush was gone, and the pain from her wounds was beginning to sink in, as was the lack of proper nourishment for the last few weeks. Wufei just stared for a moment, until slowly walking backwards for a couple steps, until he turned around and broke into a run. He nearly slammed into Trowa.

"Trowa!"

The taller green-eyed pilot turned around, and folded his arms across his chest. He didn't really want to speak with Wufei at the moment.

"It's you're friend. She needs to get to the hospital."

Trowa's eyes widened, and he ran towards their mobile suit hanger. He couldn't lose Luna a second time, that'd just be too much. He just found her again. He skipped all the stairs on the way down into the hanger, and hit the ground running. He skidded on the cement floor, stopping in front of Luna's bloody, crumpled form. Trowa dropped to his knees, placing two fingers to her throat. A slow steady beating against his fingertips proved that she was still alive. He cupped her face with his other hand. She looked up at him with dull, unfocused blue eyes. Trowa looked back at Wufei.

"Call an ambulance." He ordered. Wufei nodded and hurried out of the hanger. Trowa looked back down at Luna, she smiled weakly back up at him.

"Lu?" He whispered.

She whimpered softly in response.

"What hurts?" He asked.

"Everything." Was her forced reply.

"The ambulance will be here in five minutes." Wufei announced stepping into the hanger. Trowa nodded, and turned back to Luna. He hoped she could hold on.

"Lu, hold on. Okay? The ambulance will be here in a few minutes." 

Wufei backed out of the room. He felt that he had seen something he shouldn't have, like he had intruded on an intimate moment. He felt like he was doing something wrong. Maybe it was because he had never seen Trowa be so gentle, so caring towards someone. Wufei shook his head; Trowa was being weak.

 He thought it was spineless of him to be this protective of a woman. It was weak to be that attached. Someone could use it against him. 

Trowa knelt beside Luna until the ambulance arrived. When it did arrive, he carried her to the paramedics, (They couldn't have civilians in the hanger) and watched out of wide, worried emerald green eyes as they placed her on the stretcher yelling out orders and administering medical apparatuses to her lip bleeding body.

"She's lost two pints of blood. Were gonna need two pints of AB." One of the paramedics called to the van. Another placed an oxygen mask over her nose and mouth, as two of them strapped her to the stretcher. They loaded her into the marked suburban, and turned the siren on.

"Sir, what's her name?" The third paramedic asked as shut the back doors.

Remembering her work as a spy, Trowa thought quickly.

"Marie Leone." 

He nodded and informed Trowa that he could follow the ambulance, but her condition didn't leave room for anyone who wouldn't be working on her. Trowa nodded and sighed as he watched the red and white suburban pull out of the driveway.

"Hey man, I'll go to the hospital with you."

Trowa felt a comforting hand on his shoulder. He didn't have to turn around to know who it was. Trowa nodded a silent thank you and turned around. He was looking into two sympathetic round violet eyes. They seemed to smile at him.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, Duo."

"Naw, man! I want to. Besides, what are friends for?"

"Borrowing money, and throwing parties at my house?" Trowa supplied with a slight smile. A bead of sweat formed on Duo's forehead. He laughed nervously.

"C'mon, Tro! You only live once."

"Yeah, and I only had one apartment."

"I didn't mean to – "

"Invite everyone and their mama to my apartment, throw a party and get me kicked out? Of course, not."

Duo laughed nervously, he'd never seen Trowa make that many attempts at humor in the same conversation. In fact, unless he's explaining something he usually doesn't even carry conversations. Now he's cracking jokes like Steve Harvey, and they're funny!

"What's with the sudden humor?" Duo asked.

"You only live once."

Duo just shook his head. It wasn't even cool. Trowa smiled mysteriously, and walked towards the house. Duo arched an eyebrow, his eyes following his form up the pathway. A few seconds passed before, he ran up next to him and asked about their jaunt to the hospital

"I thought we were going to the hospital."

"I look like a deranged, psycho, mental hospital escapee." Trowa stated evenly. Duo laughed, glancing down at his bloody clothes. He did actually look like a serial killer or something to that affect.

"Ready when you are Dr. Lecter."  Dup stated, quoting one of the best movies of all time. Trowa narrowed his green eyes at Duo, but with his obscuring brown bangs it became the One-eyed-death glower. It was quiet unnerving for Duo. He began walking towards the shower, but left Duo with one last strange statement.

 "I must get ready –I'm having an old friend for dinner."

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Hm that makes me think, should I do a Silence of the Lambs crossover? That would be cool. Hm, with Quatre as Hannibal and Catharine as Clarice and Zechs as Buffalo Bill this might prove to be interesting…. (Hello Clarice…)

Review…. Clarice…