Sequel to Mercy's Sacrifice
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of the characters or props
affiliated with them. I do, however, own the plot.
~*~ Chapter 8 ~*~ Seeds of Doubt
Heero was the last to enter the cell, the circular room dark and foreboding. The only furnishing was a small cot near the back of the room. Without warning, Heero felt himself jerked back harshly. The cold barrel of the officer's gun was pressed roughly against his temple, a soft groan escaping his lips when the large, chubby hand of the burly man gripped his right shoulder firmly. They always knew how to direct their violence at one's worst injuries, just to make them feel "better". Yet, Heero held his tongue, forcing his body not to strike out. The worry on the faces of his other three comrades didn't help much in assuring him.
"Any of you think of pulling any crap or a stunt, he'll be the first to go, slowly and painfully while you watch. We can easily dismiss you from this war and win without your interference." With a sneer, he shoved the boy into the cell, watching him stagger near the three steps that led to a slightly lowered level in the middle of the room. He sent a warning glare to the others when they were about to move to help him, keeping his gun trained on the now helpless teenager. Smirking, he left at hearing 01's stifled cry as he fell heavily on his side. Closing the door and locking it, he only left the four to themselves.
Heero watched a blinding white flash before his eyes, yet he forced back the darkness. He'd landed on his right side and knew that his shoulder couldn't take any more of this. Now it'd be impossible for him to heal properly, it'd probably cause him a bit of pain after it was healed, always bothering him throughout life. Just what he needed!
Heero had tried to turn onto his back or his left side, but nothing worked. Agony raced throughout the entire of his body, pain coursing through his veins. Heero knew he couldn't keep holding back his emotions in such a way either, for he could feel the sting of tears just behind his closed eyelids while the others came worriedly to his side. His hands cuffed behind his back didn't help at all. "God damn it..." He slowly brought his knees to his chest, he didn't know why except that it was a reaction as he felt his body yearn for any comfort from the cursed pain he always endured.
Duo kneeled before Heero, placing his hand softly on his friend's left shoulder. He knew it was taking his comrade every ounce of discipline he had to control his emotions. Sweat began to roll from his forehead and cheeks, falling onto the floor, though something sparkling caught his eyes. Possibly a tear, but it was hard to tell. "Come on Heero, just take a few deep breaths buddy." Nodding to Trowa, he motioned for Wufei to help him help Heero up. "Take it easy Heero, we're going to let you lay down here in a little bit, I wanna take a look at that shoulder. Just calm down buddy."
It was a slow process, but Wufei and Duo had Heero up on uncertain feet and onto the cot that Trowa had quickly made up. Helping his comrade to sit down, Wufei frowned as the deep red now covered the entire sleeve of the shirt down to Heero elbow and all the way to the neckline. "Well, doesn't this just make it a lot easier, we're nearly in complete darkness."
Trowa smirked and drew a small object from a concealed pocket in the beneath his shirt. It was a tiny projector that fit into one's palm, but it was blank of information yet worked for a light. "Not quite Wufei..." he called softly, flicking it on and aiming the light towards the ceiling. The dark cell was considerably brighter. "Go ahead and unlock the handcuffs Duo, there's no way you can work like that and it's only putting Heero in more pain. When the cuffs are put back on, let him keep his arms before him. OZ'll just think he stepped through them to bring his hands before him, it's easy to do without taking them off."
Duo did as he was told, taking a small wiry tool from behind his ear and walking behind Heero, he quickly picked the lock. Releasing his friend from the metal restraints, he stood before him once more. Gently, he undid the buttons in front of Heero's shirt as his friend fought to stay awake. Exposing his shoulder, all he saw was the cloth, soaked in blood both fresh and dried. "Holy shit Heero. Okay, just a minute." Slowly stripping away the soggy and dripping bandages, he motioned for Wufei to take a seat on the cot as well, just behind Heero. The Perfect Soldier managed to pull out all of his stitches. "Okay buddy, I know you're tired, so just go ahead and lean back. Wufei's got you. Just rest and relax, but don't fall asleep on me, not just yet." Quickly untying his belt, Duo took it and motioned for Trowa to hold up Heero's right arm. "I know, I'm sorry about this buddy, but it's gotta be done." Draping the cloth belt over the wound, he wrapped it around the wound firmly until there was just enough left to tie the ends together.
Heero endured the pain, leaning against the young warrior behind him, soft cries and groans escaping his lips and throat even if he willed them not to. That was one problem he faced though when showing his emotions. He was weaker and pain bothered him more. Taking in a deep breath when Duo secured the knot, Heero gritted his teeth, listening to his comrade's heartbeat. He had to focus on something, anything, and right now it was Wufei's pulse. "Damn it Duo! Leave me be..." The words came out harsher than he meant, but he'd just snapped at Duo none the less. After all, he was only trying to help. It wasn't his fault that Heero had gotten shot. In a softer voice, he spoke, opening his eyes and looking upon a very hurt Duo. "I'm sorry Duo... it wasn't your fault, you were just..."
"Don't worry about it buddy-boy. I should have known it'd hurt like hell. Just lay down and get some sleep now." Duo stood and held Heero's shoulders while Wufei moved, then carefully laid his friend upon the cot. "Hey, sorry 'bout this, but we don't know when the OZ fags will be coming back so I'm going to have to put the handcuffs back on. Just to be safe and keep you out of trouble, for now. Lord knows how you attract it." Smiling as he tried to lighten the mood, Duo slowly took the other boy's arms and replaced them in the cold metal. He'd left Heero's shirt open so as not to put any more pressure on the wound, he knew that pain all too well himself.
Heero felt the slightly soft pillow beneath his head, the thin blanket being pulled up to his chin, falling delicately upon his shoulder. Opening his Prussian eyes once more, he blinked back the threat of tears, yearning to hint at his pain. "Thanks... guys.." Listlessly, his eyes fell closed, his body relaxing exhaustedly beneath the blanket as sleep claimed him.
Trowa let a grin grace his lips, then clicked off the tiny projector and replaced it. Yet, his smile diminished at the distant sound of footsteps making their way down the hall, to their cell. "Look who's back." His voice was no longer gentle, but cold and indifferent.
Wufei sighed, hiding his emotions as well, watching the cold, steel door. He didn't know what they wanted, but they weren't going near Heero, not even to help him unless absolutely need be. They would take care of him.
Duo watched the door, listening to the footsteps, on pair feminine, stop before their cell. There was a jangling of keys before the door finally opened, an all too familiar silhouette standing before them. "Don't you ever get tired of this game Lady Une?" His attitude was once again cocky, his words sarcastic.
"I wouldn't mind it too much if you would learn to cooperate a little more. Or if you'd learn to put up a decent fight for some entertainment." Lady Une wasn't bothered by him, nor did she hesitate to reply.
"Man, what were your parents tokin' up when they named you? Lady isn't what I woulda chosen, actually, a few other names come to mind..." Sneering, he watched her bite her tongue, pursing her lips. "What, cat got your tongue?"
Smiling, Lady stared coyly straight back into his eyes. "No, but you will be broken of your spirit little boy." Glancing around, she had wondered where the forever-hating Heero was, she caught sight of his pale form on the cot. Nodding to the soldier at her side, she spoke. "Take him, 01, to the hospital wing. There's an awful lot of blood." As the soldier stepped from her side, she noticed that Trowa and Wufei stood in front of Heero as well, both to either side of Duo. "What are you pulling 02?" She cocked her head and raised an eyebrow curiously.
"He's fine, no thanks to you guys. Leave the guy alone. And seriously, as many times as I've seen your bitchy form, you still don't know my name?" Duo shook his head, just daring her to threaten him.
"Well, let's see. 02, Duo Maxwell, you call yourself Shinigami, an American teenager by heritage, a mangy, unwanted orphan... should I go on? I can come up with more." Seeing contempt fill his eyes, she only smirked. "No more cocky comebacks?"
Trowa placed a hand on Duo's shoulder, beckoning for him to remain silent. "Where's Quatre?"
Lady Une knew better than to let her soldiers give up on him. Especially when he could be turned and used against him. "And now you care why?"
"Stop speaking in riddles you ugly coyote and give us a straight answer." Wufei didn't raise his voice, but glared at the confident woman.
"Don't worry, we ended his pain because you were too thick, blind, and weak to do so. And you call yourselves his comrades?" Pretending to be rather disgusted, she went on, smiling inwardly because they seemed to be believing it faster than she expected. "Not even OZ will be that heartless, I don't even think the Alliance would sink that low."
"Was any part of that question hard to understand? Where's Quatre?" Duo glared at the woman with a bitter hatred, hiding his confusion.
"Not even our best doctors could have done anything for that one. We put him out of his torment, the one you let him live needlessly. A simple, lethal injection ended his life, the one you were too weak to end yourselves." Taking a deep breath, she calmed her nerves. 'Good boys, drink it all right up. Then you'll be in for the rudest awakening of your life when he brings your downfall.' "If we didn't need you sick, heartless bastards, I'd kill you myself." Forcing a burning hatred into her gaze, she turned on her heel and strode out of the room. Once the door was closed, she only grinned at herself. "They took it better than I could have dreamed."
At this time, all three of the remaining and conscious pilots were too tired to think otherwise, believing every word she'd said. They would believe almost anything in their time of desperation.
Duo stood in utter shock. No, not his little buddy, his little brother. But-Sally said that they could still help him! He wasn't supposed to die! On the verge of tears, Duo crossed and sat on the steps, laying his head on his hands and letting the tears fall in shame and sorrow.
Trowa stood in disbelief as well. His instincts were wrong, dead wrong. Quatre had suffered-but Trowa didn't mean to make him suffer! He didn't want that to happen! He thought that maybe-well then, he thought wrong! His first and best friend, his brother, had suffered because he didn't have the nerve to end his pain. He was a coward and a horrible friend for such a thing! Turning, the confused and greatly saddened youth walked to the back wall. Without warning, he smashed his fists into it, feeling his emotions threaten to overflow. He didn't care! He'd just killed someone who trusted him with his life, who was very close to him. "Damn it! This wasn't supposed to happen, it wasn't! It's my fault.... it's my fault..." Turning, he leaned against the wall, letting his legs give out as he sank to the cold floor. Letting his tears of pain, torment, and defeat fall, he didn't bother to hide them as he broke down completely. It was his gun, his bullet, his choice, and his failure as a friend. It was his fault his friend ever suffered. He only laid his chin on his arms, changing over and over that it was his fault.
Wufei closed his eyes, standing where he was. Someone had to keep a grip on reality, even if all he wanted to do was mourn for his dear friend. "Get a grip, we need to get out of here." Taking a deep breath as he took command, Wufei stashed away his true feelings until later. "It' wasn't your fault Trowa, OZ still could have helped him and it was they who gave up. Quatre wouldn't have if we didn't lose hope in him. He would have survived. As soon as.... as soon as Heero has enough strength back, we escape first chance we get. We can't sit and sulk, there are others who depend on us just as Quatre did. We won't let his death after fighting so long be in vain. Don't mourn and weep for so long and place blame that you do not honor what he did and finish what is undone. Honor his memory and keep fighting for the dreams of which he spoke, of which he protected." Wufei spoke in a soft voice, but he didn't need to speak any louder to have his message heard. "When Heero awakens, I'll tell him of this. Get some sleep you two, we don't know how long we'll be here or what they'll do. We'll need to get out of here as soon as possible and to Sally's base. We can attack when ready and end this war quickly, never letting anything like this happen again."
Trowa nodded, still feeling guilty for what happened, then skillfully brushed away the stray tears that still sat upon his cheeks. Rising slowly, he hung his head and headed towards Duo, placing a reassuring hand on his trembling shoulder. "I'm sorry I couldn't save him Duo, but I won't let the same thing happen to us."
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Quatre opened his eyes slowly, surprisingly content as near all the pain seemed to vanish. He didn't feel a great weight on his chest, his lungs felt bigger, stronger. Filled with air and air alone. He didn't have the constant feeling of dread, nor that of always having to cough. His throat was only somewhat irritated, as though he wasn't breathing at all! Ah, his friends had come through for him, and he felt so much better than he had n days because of it. Looking about, he found a respirator helping him breathe, letting the air enter but it didn't hurt; he was all to grateful of this. Duo had said that help had come, but everything after that was hazy, for he was just barely conscious and couldn't tell dream from reality. He only hoped he wasn't dreaming now. And if he was, he hoped that it would continue for a long time yet to come. Trying to sit up, he felt a sharp stab of pain in his ankle and knew that it was real. Giving up, he laid back down again.
Soft footsteps came down the hall and stopped before his door, the lavishly furnished room eerily silent as it seemed more like someone's chambers rather than a medical wing room.
Quatre waited for Sally to enter, believing that they finally made it out with the help of her men. Yet when the door opened, his weary smile left his lips, his eyes turning away. His friends had risked their health, freedom, and even lives to get him help, for it was none other than Lady Une who stood before him. Yet, a sympathetic smile pulled at her lips. With more energy than he had, he spoke. "Where are... the others?" This was once again a torment, though on lesser of a degree, yet necessary.
Laying her glasses upon the table, she crossed to his side and didn't think twice about sitting on the bed, after all it was hers and he only occupied it. Rolling up her sleeves, she wrung out a wash cloth and began to trace it softly over his pale features, even if it was much to his disliking. "Your fever has dropped since you came in, I'm guessing in a lot of help to the IV's. You were just barely alive when we found you, though surprisingly, you were by yourself Mr. Winner. The other four gundam pilots have yet to be found. When we spied the cabin, the entrance was partially dug open, you the only living thing inside the cold house and barely living at that. They left you by yourself and we spotted the cabin on our way back from searching for the five of you. All I can say is, you're lucky to even be alive." Gently tracing the cloth over his forehead, she brushed aside his soft, platinum-gold bangs and smiled as he seemed grateful for the comfort. Taking back the cloth, rewetting and wringing it out, she placed it, folded, upon his forehead. He would be easy to sway, yet her natural, maternal instincts made her protective of the vulnerable, young one.
Quatre looked at her in disbelief. The others just up and left him like that? They wouldn't-unless they were keeping out of sight until he was well, then they'd help him escape! That had to be it, his friends said they would help him and they would. He trusted them, yet the slightest shadow of doubt sat in the back of his mind. Logic was calling to him once again. If the door had been dug open, then why wait and have OZ help him when anything could happen? The reason they couldn't get to Sally's base was because they couldn't get out. So, why had they left him? No, they wouldn't have just left him, would they?
Lady Une knew that she had planted the tiny seed of doubt in his mind, and now all she had to do was to wait for it to grow and destroy his loyalties with the others. "Just lay still and get some rest, OZ soldiers have hearts unlike you might have thought. After the ones you called friends left you to die. You'll be staying in my quarters until you are well young Winner, this way I can make sure that you are being taken care of and getting better. I only hope that you don't repay my kindness and mercy with a battle and escape. We're trying to end this war as you are, just each with slightly different beliefs." Sighing, she rose and subconsciously smoothed out the blanket, tucking it around the Arabian's shoulders cozily as if he were her child. She didn't really realize it until she was done and had received a queer and puzzled look from the boy. "I hope you won't try anything, we aren't restraining you if we don't have to. Not now at least. It just makes things harder on all of us. Now I will depart." Putting on her glasses, she fixed her jacket in the mirror and strode to the door, turning back. With her finger poised above the light switch, she spoke again. "Try and get some sleep." Wow! was she acting now or did she mean it? Shaking herself from her uncertainty and dazed state, she turned off the light and closed the door softly, walking toward her office.
Quatre was now thoroughly confused and perplexed. Was it just him or did Lady Une actually seem concerned about and for him? That, and what was with the no handcuffs, tucking the blanket around you thing? Was it possible for her to be caring and nice? She seemed somewhat confused about it herself. Yet, she acted more of like-a mother.
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Trowa remained silent, listening to the officer pace in frustration before him. Why couldn't they see that it was a total waste of both their times? He could be doing something constructive or useful! Wow, too much to ask there! Yet, Trowa wasn't going to say a word and the sooner they realized that, the happier they'd all be.
"You know kid, we'd get out of here a lot faster if you'd just tell me what I'd like to know."
"Don't you have something better to do? Like make someone else's life miserable?" He only answered with a question, his tone bitter. He was starting to sound a lot more like Duo, sadly enough.
"Not till you tell me what I want to know smart-ass."
"Then we're going to be here for a long time." Was all he had to say, slowly losing his patience as he continued to blame himself for Quatre's death and pain.
Sneering, the officer continued in a cocky attitude. "What? Still sore about losing that little blonde brat because we did what you should have? That you killed off your "friend"?" He knew he'd "hit the nail on the head". All of the OZ soldiers were in on Lady Une's plan.
Trowa burst from his seat, letting it clatter to the floor loudly. His eyes were filled with nothing but hatred and contempt. "I suggest," his voice was soft and icy cold, for they still had to let Heero rest and regain his strength. "That you drop that subject, here and now and not insult my friend before me unless you wish to die slowly."
"Ha! Go ahead. Maybe we should go ahead and put the other one out of his misery too."
Clenching his hands into fists, Trowa bit his tongue, a bitter taste entering his mouth. Blood. He'd let Quatre's innocent blood be shed, his merciful life ended. Yet, Trowa vowed to himself that it would not happen again. "Leave my friends alone."
A soft knocking on the door disturbed the silence that passed after the last comment. Walking to the door, yet keeping his untrusting contact with the boy's eyes, the officer saluted Lady Une. This was the only time he looked away, having caught sight of her from the corner of his eye. "Ma'am, he's been near silent the entire time."
Nodding, she replied. "You are dismissed." Lady Une only watched the Trowa, not even bothering to return the officer's salute. When he'd gone and the door was shut behind her, she took a seat as Trowa crossed to the far corner of the room. This interrogation was just basically to waste time and make it real like, but if they got any useful information out of it, then it was only a plus, a bonus. "Heero still bleeds a little from his shoulder wound, yet you won't let us at least stitch it up? Why?"
Trowa sat on the cold floor, leaning into the corner area. Glaring at her, he replied shortly. "You killed my other friend when there was still hope. Why wouldn't you do it again?"
"Quatre was just waiting to die, 03. To give up, yet he couldn't do it on his own. We were only being humane, you were killing him painfully. He wanted to die, to let go, but that's what you couldn't see. And now, you'll let 01 bleed to death because you're stubborn? Hmph."
With a bitter hatred burning in his soul, Trowa sat and threw his gaze to the floor. He now questioned everything he did, he didn't want to kill Heero too. He loathed everything with a passion now, life, the war, and himself. And yet, the normally composed youth couldn't reply. The pain and torment in Quatre's eyes filled his mind. Was it true? Had Quatre pleaded for mercy yet they'd only given him utter hell? Was he killing yet a second friend as well? So many questions and doubts filled his mind, yet no matter how he wanted them, he could never find the answers. Many emotions now threatened to break free of their restraints, they'd been pent up for far too long. Trowa wouldn't let them go, he never did unless he was absolutely alone. He never broke down entirely as he yearned to in public or around others. Not even before Cathrine. With a stubborn will, he forced them back, crushing them with a strict discipline remaining silent.
"What? Realize that I speak the truth?" Lady persisted.
And yet again, he didn't know. He was so confused, yet the others were turning to him for help? Trowa just couldn't do it anymore, he didn't want to hurt anyone else. His voice carried softly, his tone defeated. "Just let me return back to the cell, I wish to be with my friends." If Heero needed help, then OZ would have to intervene. He had to do what was best for the others.
Smirking, Lady stood. "Fine, get up." One small dilemma and she'd nearly destroyed Trowa's entire confidence in himself while Quatre doubted his loyalties. Two down, three more to break.
~*~
Duo sighed heavily, squeezing Heero's limp hand softly. "What do we do Wufei? If he keeps losing blood like this, he'll die. Maybe we should let OZ help, we aren't stopping the blood flow on our own like this."
Wufei walked over to the two, unsure of what to do. "I'm not sure Duo. I'm really not sure. We should see what Trowa thinks." Actually, Wufei was extremely indecisive at the time, his mind a mass confusion of thoughts, Quatre's passing not making it any easier.
Duo remained silent, taking in a sharp but sympathetic breath at hearing a soft groan and surprising whimper as Heero stirred. "Shh, hey buddy. Just rest, it's okay. Relax, hey we're here and we're not going to leave ya. It's okay, take it easy." Yet as Heero continued to stir, Duo beckoned for Wufei to keep reassuring him while the youthful American checked on his temperature.
Heero forced his eyes open, his sight catching the familiar silhouettes of Wufei and Duo, but he didn't see Trowa. The tired, Japanese youth could feel sweat rolling down his face, yet he was so cold, like he was back in the lake. At that time, he didn't notice the water, he was more focused on saving Quatre. Quatre. Something was wrong, he could sense it. "S- something... it's wrong.... t-tell me..."
Duo pulled back his hand at the dramatic difference in temperature. His fever was trying to return, yet when he touched Heero's lower arm, it was ice cold. Regaining his focus, Duo realized what his friend had said. "Heero... settle down buddy. Just lay still, you're going to hurt yourself again." He tried to push the sadness from his voice, but it still lingered. He only hoped the other youth hadn't noticed it.
But Heero had noticed and he feared for his friends. "... where's Trowa?"
"He's fine Heero, they just took him into questioning." Wufei spoke calmly, taking a deep breath and preparing himself. with an understanding and gentleness that he hardly ever let show, he finished. "Heero, we need to tell you something. We learned of this after you fell asleep. Quatre's gone, Heero."
Confused, he spoke with slight hopefulness. "Is he... with Sally? Did... did they..."
With a firmness, Duo broke in. "No Heero. What... what Wufei means is, he's been called home. He's at peace now."
Heero was still confused. He'd only heard of someone being called home when they died. That couldn't be what he meant! "But..."
Closing his eyes, Duo continued to clear things up. Even Wufei was having problems trying to say it. "He's been called home to live with the Lord, buddy. It-it was his time to go." The last part Duo knew was wrong, yet to make it easier on the poor guy, he'd said it.
Heero took in short, gasping breaths. He didn't want to believe it, he wouldn't! He didn't have to! Heero was so tired, confused, and upset that he didn't know what to do. "..but.... no.... he can't.... you all said..."
"I'm sorry Heero. I hadn't known. Quatre may have, but the rest of us didn't. He's watchin' over us now buddy. It's going to be okay." Putting the blanket back over the badly shivering youth, Duo called reassurances again. "Hang on Heero. We're going to get you help. You tore out all the stitches and your fever's coming back. Just hang on buddy, take it easy, we're..."
The door being opened harshly cut the youth off, releasing a startled groan from each of them as the light from the hall blinded each of them momentarily.
Trowa sent a warning glare to Lady before walking in, biting his tongue at seeing the blood on the blanket, his friend's form now even paler as it shivered uncontrollably. Taking a knee, Trowa watched, Heero's eyes flutter open again, the pain and sorrow within them so deep, he knew that his brother had been told. "I'm sorry you had to find out like this Heero, but he's finally better. He's at peace." Nodding to Duo and Wufei, Trowa called over his shoulder. "Fine, but if any more harm befalls him, I will kill each of you personally." Then turning back to Heero, "They're going to help you, they're going to have to, relax and let them. We can't come with you, but you'll be fine." Sighing, he waved over the soldiers and stood back with his other two friends.
Heero closed his eyes, listening to the soldiers near. If he had to defend himself, he wouldn't have the strength to. He only hoped that Trowa was right, that they'd help him. A tormented cry escaped his lips before he could stifle it. Sharp stabs of pain raced wave after wave through his arms, shoulders, and torso. Yet, he was too weak to rebel to the movements from the lack of blood.
Trowa watched, clenching his fists and biting his tongue at hearing Heero's pain, yet he did not stop the soldiers from lifting Heero and taking him from the room.
Lady Une smirked, seeing the defeat and vulnerability in each of their faces. "Be careful with him," she called to her soldiers. "Take him to the medical wing immediately, alert the surgeons to take care of him right away. Tell them they have a go ahead on a blood transfusion as well." Stepping further into the cell, she spoke again. "You want to end this war so badly, yet we offer you the perfect opportunity to do so quickly. And still, you decline blindly? I offer you again, join OZ and end this war." If they did and proved loyal, then she couldn't have them getting wind that she'd lied and Quatre was alive, so he'd have to go.
"What part of "NO" don't you guys understand? The N or the O?" Duo piped up casually.
"Neither, the word does not register in my vocabulary when spoken by others. I don't accept it as an answer or reason." Lady didn't hesitate to answer.
"Wow, talk about an easy ride. How many kids do you have?" Duo inquired devilishly.
Taking a deep breath and pursing her lips, she gave it a minute before replying. "None, smart-ass."
"Well, I was guessing a few since, well, we'll not go into that. So anyway, unlock the cuffs and let us leave."
"No."
"You're the biggest liar I know." Duo sneered.
"I said, I didn't accept it as a reason or excuse, I never said I don't use it." Lady shot back, smirking at Duo's quickly disappearing one. "Two to nothing Maxwell."
Duo bit his bottom lip, swearing to even the score. It wasn't just a battle of wits, but pride and power.
Trowa watched her, keeping his poise and cool when what he wanted to do was end her life and get his friends out of there. Yet, he owed her slightly for helping Heero, or did he? No he didn't, it were her men that shot Heero in the first place, they were only doing what they should have. "You're done here, why do you not leave?" His voice held malice, his emerald orbs filled with a bitterness.
"I do as I please," she stated coolly. "It is my base. That, and I'm curious as to why you refuse. I promise you know, if you keep refusing, you'll regret it dearly later."
"What? You'll actually beat us in battle?" Duo remarked.
"You'll see. I can tell why you're still an orphan." Lady took no notice of his deep anger. Yet he didn't reply. "Nothing to say?" she asked innocently.
"Well, looks like we have a winner for the "Bitch of the Year" award. Yet she still has time when she's not a heartless bitch to oogle and drool over her boss. That's sad." Duo finally sneered.
Lady Une snorted, yet didn't say anything in return. She was glad she could control her emotions or she may be blushing at the instant thought of Mr. Treize. Turning, she grew tired of the game and began to leave.
"Two to one." Duo announced.
"Don't raise your hopes when they will be slaughtered in due time. As will you and your pride." With that, she left to make sure her surgeons were doing as told then to check on the young Winner. The war just took a turn from boring to interesting in a matter of hours. She was sure to enjoy herself.
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A/N: Sorry this took so long, the last time I tried typing this there was a power surge and it shut the computer down before I could save and erased the entire file! I thought I'd get this up before I go to band camp and wear myself out so badly that I won't be able to move for a month. All because of my stupid curiosity! Rgh!!!! ~groans and whines~ Sorry bout that, hope you liked this, ironic ending is all I'll say! ~devilish grin~ Please review, and if you have any ideas at all for any plot lines for new stories, feel free to share them. I'm running out of ideas and might lose my skill and passion for writing!!!!! ~shocked look and runs away from the writer's block~ Any help is welcome! I'll be back in a week, GO CLARINETS!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now to go and memorize Swan Lake.... ~groans and drags self away to memorize the 100 some measures~
~*~ Chapter 8 ~*~ Seeds of Doubt
Heero was the last to enter the cell, the circular room dark and foreboding. The only furnishing was a small cot near the back of the room. Without warning, Heero felt himself jerked back harshly. The cold barrel of the officer's gun was pressed roughly against his temple, a soft groan escaping his lips when the large, chubby hand of the burly man gripped his right shoulder firmly. They always knew how to direct their violence at one's worst injuries, just to make them feel "better". Yet, Heero held his tongue, forcing his body not to strike out. The worry on the faces of his other three comrades didn't help much in assuring him.
"Any of you think of pulling any crap or a stunt, he'll be the first to go, slowly and painfully while you watch. We can easily dismiss you from this war and win without your interference." With a sneer, he shoved the boy into the cell, watching him stagger near the three steps that led to a slightly lowered level in the middle of the room. He sent a warning glare to the others when they were about to move to help him, keeping his gun trained on the now helpless teenager. Smirking, he left at hearing 01's stifled cry as he fell heavily on his side. Closing the door and locking it, he only left the four to themselves.
Heero watched a blinding white flash before his eyes, yet he forced back the darkness. He'd landed on his right side and knew that his shoulder couldn't take any more of this. Now it'd be impossible for him to heal properly, it'd probably cause him a bit of pain after it was healed, always bothering him throughout life. Just what he needed!
Heero had tried to turn onto his back or his left side, but nothing worked. Agony raced throughout the entire of his body, pain coursing through his veins. Heero knew he couldn't keep holding back his emotions in such a way either, for he could feel the sting of tears just behind his closed eyelids while the others came worriedly to his side. His hands cuffed behind his back didn't help at all. "God damn it..." He slowly brought his knees to his chest, he didn't know why except that it was a reaction as he felt his body yearn for any comfort from the cursed pain he always endured.
Duo kneeled before Heero, placing his hand softly on his friend's left shoulder. He knew it was taking his comrade every ounce of discipline he had to control his emotions. Sweat began to roll from his forehead and cheeks, falling onto the floor, though something sparkling caught his eyes. Possibly a tear, but it was hard to tell. "Come on Heero, just take a few deep breaths buddy." Nodding to Trowa, he motioned for Wufei to help him help Heero up. "Take it easy Heero, we're going to let you lay down here in a little bit, I wanna take a look at that shoulder. Just calm down buddy."
It was a slow process, but Wufei and Duo had Heero up on uncertain feet and onto the cot that Trowa had quickly made up. Helping his comrade to sit down, Wufei frowned as the deep red now covered the entire sleeve of the shirt down to Heero elbow and all the way to the neckline. "Well, doesn't this just make it a lot easier, we're nearly in complete darkness."
Trowa smirked and drew a small object from a concealed pocket in the beneath his shirt. It was a tiny projector that fit into one's palm, but it was blank of information yet worked for a light. "Not quite Wufei..." he called softly, flicking it on and aiming the light towards the ceiling. The dark cell was considerably brighter. "Go ahead and unlock the handcuffs Duo, there's no way you can work like that and it's only putting Heero in more pain. When the cuffs are put back on, let him keep his arms before him. OZ'll just think he stepped through them to bring his hands before him, it's easy to do without taking them off."
Duo did as he was told, taking a small wiry tool from behind his ear and walking behind Heero, he quickly picked the lock. Releasing his friend from the metal restraints, he stood before him once more. Gently, he undid the buttons in front of Heero's shirt as his friend fought to stay awake. Exposing his shoulder, all he saw was the cloth, soaked in blood both fresh and dried. "Holy shit Heero. Okay, just a minute." Slowly stripping away the soggy and dripping bandages, he motioned for Wufei to take a seat on the cot as well, just behind Heero. The Perfect Soldier managed to pull out all of his stitches. "Okay buddy, I know you're tired, so just go ahead and lean back. Wufei's got you. Just rest and relax, but don't fall asleep on me, not just yet." Quickly untying his belt, Duo took it and motioned for Trowa to hold up Heero's right arm. "I know, I'm sorry about this buddy, but it's gotta be done." Draping the cloth belt over the wound, he wrapped it around the wound firmly until there was just enough left to tie the ends together.
Heero endured the pain, leaning against the young warrior behind him, soft cries and groans escaping his lips and throat even if he willed them not to. That was one problem he faced though when showing his emotions. He was weaker and pain bothered him more. Taking in a deep breath when Duo secured the knot, Heero gritted his teeth, listening to his comrade's heartbeat. He had to focus on something, anything, and right now it was Wufei's pulse. "Damn it Duo! Leave me be..." The words came out harsher than he meant, but he'd just snapped at Duo none the less. After all, he was only trying to help. It wasn't his fault that Heero had gotten shot. In a softer voice, he spoke, opening his eyes and looking upon a very hurt Duo. "I'm sorry Duo... it wasn't your fault, you were just..."
"Don't worry about it buddy-boy. I should have known it'd hurt like hell. Just lay down and get some sleep now." Duo stood and held Heero's shoulders while Wufei moved, then carefully laid his friend upon the cot. "Hey, sorry 'bout this, but we don't know when the OZ fags will be coming back so I'm going to have to put the handcuffs back on. Just to be safe and keep you out of trouble, for now. Lord knows how you attract it." Smiling as he tried to lighten the mood, Duo slowly took the other boy's arms and replaced them in the cold metal. He'd left Heero's shirt open so as not to put any more pressure on the wound, he knew that pain all too well himself.
Heero felt the slightly soft pillow beneath his head, the thin blanket being pulled up to his chin, falling delicately upon his shoulder. Opening his Prussian eyes once more, he blinked back the threat of tears, yearning to hint at his pain. "Thanks... guys.." Listlessly, his eyes fell closed, his body relaxing exhaustedly beneath the blanket as sleep claimed him.
Trowa let a grin grace his lips, then clicked off the tiny projector and replaced it. Yet, his smile diminished at the distant sound of footsteps making their way down the hall, to their cell. "Look who's back." His voice was no longer gentle, but cold and indifferent.
Wufei sighed, hiding his emotions as well, watching the cold, steel door. He didn't know what they wanted, but they weren't going near Heero, not even to help him unless absolutely need be. They would take care of him.
Duo watched the door, listening to the footsteps, on pair feminine, stop before their cell. There was a jangling of keys before the door finally opened, an all too familiar silhouette standing before them. "Don't you ever get tired of this game Lady Une?" His attitude was once again cocky, his words sarcastic.
"I wouldn't mind it too much if you would learn to cooperate a little more. Or if you'd learn to put up a decent fight for some entertainment." Lady Une wasn't bothered by him, nor did she hesitate to reply.
"Man, what were your parents tokin' up when they named you? Lady isn't what I woulda chosen, actually, a few other names come to mind..." Sneering, he watched her bite her tongue, pursing her lips. "What, cat got your tongue?"
Smiling, Lady stared coyly straight back into his eyes. "No, but you will be broken of your spirit little boy." Glancing around, she had wondered where the forever-hating Heero was, she caught sight of his pale form on the cot. Nodding to the soldier at her side, she spoke. "Take him, 01, to the hospital wing. There's an awful lot of blood." As the soldier stepped from her side, she noticed that Trowa and Wufei stood in front of Heero as well, both to either side of Duo. "What are you pulling 02?" She cocked her head and raised an eyebrow curiously.
"He's fine, no thanks to you guys. Leave the guy alone. And seriously, as many times as I've seen your bitchy form, you still don't know my name?" Duo shook his head, just daring her to threaten him.
"Well, let's see. 02, Duo Maxwell, you call yourself Shinigami, an American teenager by heritage, a mangy, unwanted orphan... should I go on? I can come up with more." Seeing contempt fill his eyes, she only smirked. "No more cocky comebacks?"
Trowa placed a hand on Duo's shoulder, beckoning for him to remain silent. "Where's Quatre?"
Lady Une knew better than to let her soldiers give up on him. Especially when he could be turned and used against him. "And now you care why?"
"Stop speaking in riddles you ugly coyote and give us a straight answer." Wufei didn't raise his voice, but glared at the confident woman.
"Don't worry, we ended his pain because you were too thick, blind, and weak to do so. And you call yourselves his comrades?" Pretending to be rather disgusted, she went on, smiling inwardly because they seemed to be believing it faster than she expected. "Not even OZ will be that heartless, I don't even think the Alliance would sink that low."
"Was any part of that question hard to understand? Where's Quatre?" Duo glared at the woman with a bitter hatred, hiding his confusion.
"Not even our best doctors could have done anything for that one. We put him out of his torment, the one you let him live needlessly. A simple, lethal injection ended his life, the one you were too weak to end yourselves." Taking a deep breath, she calmed her nerves. 'Good boys, drink it all right up. Then you'll be in for the rudest awakening of your life when he brings your downfall.' "If we didn't need you sick, heartless bastards, I'd kill you myself." Forcing a burning hatred into her gaze, she turned on her heel and strode out of the room. Once the door was closed, she only grinned at herself. "They took it better than I could have dreamed."
At this time, all three of the remaining and conscious pilots were too tired to think otherwise, believing every word she'd said. They would believe almost anything in their time of desperation.
Duo stood in utter shock. No, not his little buddy, his little brother. But-Sally said that they could still help him! He wasn't supposed to die! On the verge of tears, Duo crossed and sat on the steps, laying his head on his hands and letting the tears fall in shame and sorrow.
Trowa stood in disbelief as well. His instincts were wrong, dead wrong. Quatre had suffered-but Trowa didn't mean to make him suffer! He didn't want that to happen! He thought that maybe-well then, he thought wrong! His first and best friend, his brother, had suffered because he didn't have the nerve to end his pain. He was a coward and a horrible friend for such a thing! Turning, the confused and greatly saddened youth walked to the back wall. Without warning, he smashed his fists into it, feeling his emotions threaten to overflow. He didn't care! He'd just killed someone who trusted him with his life, who was very close to him. "Damn it! This wasn't supposed to happen, it wasn't! It's my fault.... it's my fault..." Turning, he leaned against the wall, letting his legs give out as he sank to the cold floor. Letting his tears of pain, torment, and defeat fall, he didn't bother to hide them as he broke down completely. It was his gun, his bullet, his choice, and his failure as a friend. It was his fault his friend ever suffered. He only laid his chin on his arms, changing over and over that it was his fault.
Wufei closed his eyes, standing where he was. Someone had to keep a grip on reality, even if all he wanted to do was mourn for his dear friend. "Get a grip, we need to get out of here." Taking a deep breath as he took command, Wufei stashed away his true feelings until later. "It' wasn't your fault Trowa, OZ still could have helped him and it was they who gave up. Quatre wouldn't have if we didn't lose hope in him. He would have survived. As soon as.... as soon as Heero has enough strength back, we escape first chance we get. We can't sit and sulk, there are others who depend on us just as Quatre did. We won't let his death after fighting so long be in vain. Don't mourn and weep for so long and place blame that you do not honor what he did and finish what is undone. Honor his memory and keep fighting for the dreams of which he spoke, of which he protected." Wufei spoke in a soft voice, but he didn't need to speak any louder to have his message heard. "When Heero awakens, I'll tell him of this. Get some sleep you two, we don't know how long we'll be here or what they'll do. We'll need to get out of here as soon as possible and to Sally's base. We can attack when ready and end this war quickly, never letting anything like this happen again."
Trowa nodded, still feeling guilty for what happened, then skillfully brushed away the stray tears that still sat upon his cheeks. Rising slowly, he hung his head and headed towards Duo, placing a reassuring hand on his trembling shoulder. "I'm sorry I couldn't save him Duo, but I won't let the same thing happen to us."
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Quatre opened his eyes slowly, surprisingly content as near all the pain seemed to vanish. He didn't feel a great weight on his chest, his lungs felt bigger, stronger. Filled with air and air alone. He didn't have the constant feeling of dread, nor that of always having to cough. His throat was only somewhat irritated, as though he wasn't breathing at all! Ah, his friends had come through for him, and he felt so much better than he had n days because of it. Looking about, he found a respirator helping him breathe, letting the air enter but it didn't hurt; he was all to grateful of this. Duo had said that help had come, but everything after that was hazy, for he was just barely conscious and couldn't tell dream from reality. He only hoped he wasn't dreaming now. And if he was, he hoped that it would continue for a long time yet to come. Trying to sit up, he felt a sharp stab of pain in his ankle and knew that it was real. Giving up, he laid back down again.
Soft footsteps came down the hall and stopped before his door, the lavishly furnished room eerily silent as it seemed more like someone's chambers rather than a medical wing room.
Quatre waited for Sally to enter, believing that they finally made it out with the help of her men. Yet when the door opened, his weary smile left his lips, his eyes turning away. His friends had risked their health, freedom, and even lives to get him help, for it was none other than Lady Une who stood before him. Yet, a sympathetic smile pulled at her lips. With more energy than he had, he spoke. "Where are... the others?" This was once again a torment, though on lesser of a degree, yet necessary.
Laying her glasses upon the table, she crossed to his side and didn't think twice about sitting on the bed, after all it was hers and he only occupied it. Rolling up her sleeves, she wrung out a wash cloth and began to trace it softly over his pale features, even if it was much to his disliking. "Your fever has dropped since you came in, I'm guessing in a lot of help to the IV's. You were just barely alive when we found you, though surprisingly, you were by yourself Mr. Winner. The other four gundam pilots have yet to be found. When we spied the cabin, the entrance was partially dug open, you the only living thing inside the cold house and barely living at that. They left you by yourself and we spotted the cabin on our way back from searching for the five of you. All I can say is, you're lucky to even be alive." Gently tracing the cloth over his forehead, she brushed aside his soft, platinum-gold bangs and smiled as he seemed grateful for the comfort. Taking back the cloth, rewetting and wringing it out, she placed it, folded, upon his forehead. He would be easy to sway, yet her natural, maternal instincts made her protective of the vulnerable, young one.
Quatre looked at her in disbelief. The others just up and left him like that? They wouldn't-unless they were keeping out of sight until he was well, then they'd help him escape! That had to be it, his friends said they would help him and they would. He trusted them, yet the slightest shadow of doubt sat in the back of his mind. Logic was calling to him once again. If the door had been dug open, then why wait and have OZ help him when anything could happen? The reason they couldn't get to Sally's base was because they couldn't get out. So, why had they left him? No, they wouldn't have just left him, would they?
Lady Une knew that she had planted the tiny seed of doubt in his mind, and now all she had to do was to wait for it to grow and destroy his loyalties with the others. "Just lay still and get some rest, OZ soldiers have hearts unlike you might have thought. After the ones you called friends left you to die. You'll be staying in my quarters until you are well young Winner, this way I can make sure that you are being taken care of and getting better. I only hope that you don't repay my kindness and mercy with a battle and escape. We're trying to end this war as you are, just each with slightly different beliefs." Sighing, she rose and subconsciously smoothed out the blanket, tucking it around the Arabian's shoulders cozily as if he were her child. She didn't really realize it until she was done and had received a queer and puzzled look from the boy. "I hope you won't try anything, we aren't restraining you if we don't have to. Not now at least. It just makes things harder on all of us. Now I will depart." Putting on her glasses, she fixed her jacket in the mirror and strode to the door, turning back. With her finger poised above the light switch, she spoke again. "Try and get some sleep." Wow! was she acting now or did she mean it? Shaking herself from her uncertainty and dazed state, she turned off the light and closed the door softly, walking toward her office.
Quatre was now thoroughly confused and perplexed. Was it just him or did Lady Une actually seem concerned about and for him? That, and what was with the no handcuffs, tucking the blanket around you thing? Was it possible for her to be caring and nice? She seemed somewhat confused about it herself. Yet, she acted more of like-a mother.
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Trowa remained silent, listening to the officer pace in frustration before him. Why couldn't they see that it was a total waste of both their times? He could be doing something constructive or useful! Wow, too much to ask there! Yet, Trowa wasn't going to say a word and the sooner they realized that, the happier they'd all be.
"You know kid, we'd get out of here a lot faster if you'd just tell me what I'd like to know."
"Don't you have something better to do? Like make someone else's life miserable?" He only answered with a question, his tone bitter. He was starting to sound a lot more like Duo, sadly enough.
"Not till you tell me what I want to know smart-ass."
"Then we're going to be here for a long time." Was all he had to say, slowly losing his patience as he continued to blame himself for Quatre's death and pain.
Sneering, the officer continued in a cocky attitude. "What? Still sore about losing that little blonde brat because we did what you should have? That you killed off your "friend"?" He knew he'd "hit the nail on the head". All of the OZ soldiers were in on Lady Une's plan.
Trowa burst from his seat, letting it clatter to the floor loudly. His eyes were filled with nothing but hatred and contempt. "I suggest," his voice was soft and icy cold, for they still had to let Heero rest and regain his strength. "That you drop that subject, here and now and not insult my friend before me unless you wish to die slowly."
"Ha! Go ahead. Maybe we should go ahead and put the other one out of his misery too."
Clenching his hands into fists, Trowa bit his tongue, a bitter taste entering his mouth. Blood. He'd let Quatre's innocent blood be shed, his merciful life ended. Yet, Trowa vowed to himself that it would not happen again. "Leave my friends alone."
A soft knocking on the door disturbed the silence that passed after the last comment. Walking to the door, yet keeping his untrusting contact with the boy's eyes, the officer saluted Lady Une. This was the only time he looked away, having caught sight of her from the corner of his eye. "Ma'am, he's been near silent the entire time."
Nodding, she replied. "You are dismissed." Lady Une only watched the Trowa, not even bothering to return the officer's salute. When he'd gone and the door was shut behind her, she took a seat as Trowa crossed to the far corner of the room. This interrogation was just basically to waste time and make it real like, but if they got any useful information out of it, then it was only a plus, a bonus. "Heero still bleeds a little from his shoulder wound, yet you won't let us at least stitch it up? Why?"
Trowa sat on the cold floor, leaning into the corner area. Glaring at her, he replied shortly. "You killed my other friend when there was still hope. Why wouldn't you do it again?"
"Quatre was just waiting to die, 03. To give up, yet he couldn't do it on his own. We were only being humane, you were killing him painfully. He wanted to die, to let go, but that's what you couldn't see. And now, you'll let 01 bleed to death because you're stubborn? Hmph."
With a bitter hatred burning in his soul, Trowa sat and threw his gaze to the floor. He now questioned everything he did, he didn't want to kill Heero too. He loathed everything with a passion now, life, the war, and himself. And yet, the normally composed youth couldn't reply. The pain and torment in Quatre's eyes filled his mind. Was it true? Had Quatre pleaded for mercy yet they'd only given him utter hell? Was he killing yet a second friend as well? So many questions and doubts filled his mind, yet no matter how he wanted them, he could never find the answers. Many emotions now threatened to break free of their restraints, they'd been pent up for far too long. Trowa wouldn't let them go, he never did unless he was absolutely alone. He never broke down entirely as he yearned to in public or around others. Not even before Cathrine. With a stubborn will, he forced them back, crushing them with a strict discipline remaining silent.
"What? Realize that I speak the truth?" Lady persisted.
And yet again, he didn't know. He was so confused, yet the others were turning to him for help? Trowa just couldn't do it anymore, he didn't want to hurt anyone else. His voice carried softly, his tone defeated. "Just let me return back to the cell, I wish to be with my friends." If Heero needed help, then OZ would have to intervene. He had to do what was best for the others.
Smirking, Lady stood. "Fine, get up." One small dilemma and she'd nearly destroyed Trowa's entire confidence in himself while Quatre doubted his loyalties. Two down, three more to break.
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Duo sighed heavily, squeezing Heero's limp hand softly. "What do we do Wufei? If he keeps losing blood like this, he'll die. Maybe we should let OZ help, we aren't stopping the blood flow on our own like this."
Wufei walked over to the two, unsure of what to do. "I'm not sure Duo. I'm really not sure. We should see what Trowa thinks." Actually, Wufei was extremely indecisive at the time, his mind a mass confusion of thoughts, Quatre's passing not making it any easier.
Duo remained silent, taking in a sharp but sympathetic breath at hearing a soft groan and surprising whimper as Heero stirred. "Shh, hey buddy. Just rest, it's okay. Relax, hey we're here and we're not going to leave ya. It's okay, take it easy." Yet as Heero continued to stir, Duo beckoned for Wufei to keep reassuring him while the youthful American checked on his temperature.
Heero forced his eyes open, his sight catching the familiar silhouettes of Wufei and Duo, but he didn't see Trowa. The tired, Japanese youth could feel sweat rolling down his face, yet he was so cold, like he was back in the lake. At that time, he didn't notice the water, he was more focused on saving Quatre. Quatre. Something was wrong, he could sense it. "S- something... it's wrong.... t-tell me..."
Duo pulled back his hand at the dramatic difference in temperature. His fever was trying to return, yet when he touched Heero's lower arm, it was ice cold. Regaining his focus, Duo realized what his friend had said. "Heero... settle down buddy. Just lay still, you're going to hurt yourself again." He tried to push the sadness from his voice, but it still lingered. He only hoped the other youth hadn't noticed it.
But Heero had noticed and he feared for his friends. "... where's Trowa?"
"He's fine Heero, they just took him into questioning." Wufei spoke calmly, taking a deep breath and preparing himself. with an understanding and gentleness that he hardly ever let show, he finished. "Heero, we need to tell you something. We learned of this after you fell asleep. Quatre's gone, Heero."
Confused, he spoke with slight hopefulness. "Is he... with Sally? Did... did they..."
With a firmness, Duo broke in. "No Heero. What... what Wufei means is, he's been called home. He's at peace now."
Heero was still confused. He'd only heard of someone being called home when they died. That couldn't be what he meant! "But..."
Closing his eyes, Duo continued to clear things up. Even Wufei was having problems trying to say it. "He's been called home to live with the Lord, buddy. It-it was his time to go." The last part Duo knew was wrong, yet to make it easier on the poor guy, he'd said it.
Heero took in short, gasping breaths. He didn't want to believe it, he wouldn't! He didn't have to! Heero was so tired, confused, and upset that he didn't know what to do. "..but.... no.... he can't.... you all said..."
"I'm sorry Heero. I hadn't known. Quatre may have, but the rest of us didn't. He's watchin' over us now buddy. It's going to be okay." Putting the blanket back over the badly shivering youth, Duo called reassurances again. "Hang on Heero. We're going to get you help. You tore out all the stitches and your fever's coming back. Just hang on buddy, take it easy, we're..."
The door being opened harshly cut the youth off, releasing a startled groan from each of them as the light from the hall blinded each of them momentarily.
Trowa sent a warning glare to Lady before walking in, biting his tongue at seeing the blood on the blanket, his friend's form now even paler as it shivered uncontrollably. Taking a knee, Trowa watched, Heero's eyes flutter open again, the pain and sorrow within them so deep, he knew that his brother had been told. "I'm sorry you had to find out like this Heero, but he's finally better. He's at peace." Nodding to Duo and Wufei, Trowa called over his shoulder. "Fine, but if any more harm befalls him, I will kill each of you personally." Then turning back to Heero, "They're going to help you, they're going to have to, relax and let them. We can't come with you, but you'll be fine." Sighing, he waved over the soldiers and stood back with his other two friends.
Heero closed his eyes, listening to the soldiers near. If he had to defend himself, he wouldn't have the strength to. He only hoped that Trowa was right, that they'd help him. A tormented cry escaped his lips before he could stifle it. Sharp stabs of pain raced wave after wave through his arms, shoulders, and torso. Yet, he was too weak to rebel to the movements from the lack of blood.
Trowa watched, clenching his fists and biting his tongue at hearing Heero's pain, yet he did not stop the soldiers from lifting Heero and taking him from the room.
Lady Une smirked, seeing the defeat and vulnerability in each of their faces. "Be careful with him," she called to her soldiers. "Take him to the medical wing immediately, alert the surgeons to take care of him right away. Tell them they have a go ahead on a blood transfusion as well." Stepping further into the cell, she spoke again. "You want to end this war so badly, yet we offer you the perfect opportunity to do so quickly. And still, you decline blindly? I offer you again, join OZ and end this war." If they did and proved loyal, then she couldn't have them getting wind that she'd lied and Quatre was alive, so he'd have to go.
"What part of "NO" don't you guys understand? The N or the O?" Duo piped up casually.
"Neither, the word does not register in my vocabulary when spoken by others. I don't accept it as an answer or reason." Lady didn't hesitate to answer.
"Wow, talk about an easy ride. How many kids do you have?" Duo inquired devilishly.
Taking a deep breath and pursing her lips, she gave it a minute before replying. "None, smart-ass."
"Well, I was guessing a few since, well, we'll not go into that. So anyway, unlock the cuffs and let us leave."
"No."
"You're the biggest liar I know." Duo sneered.
"I said, I didn't accept it as a reason or excuse, I never said I don't use it." Lady shot back, smirking at Duo's quickly disappearing one. "Two to nothing Maxwell."
Duo bit his bottom lip, swearing to even the score. It wasn't just a battle of wits, but pride and power.
Trowa watched her, keeping his poise and cool when what he wanted to do was end her life and get his friends out of there. Yet, he owed her slightly for helping Heero, or did he? No he didn't, it were her men that shot Heero in the first place, they were only doing what they should have. "You're done here, why do you not leave?" His voice held malice, his emerald orbs filled with a bitterness.
"I do as I please," she stated coolly. "It is my base. That, and I'm curious as to why you refuse. I promise you know, if you keep refusing, you'll regret it dearly later."
"What? You'll actually beat us in battle?" Duo remarked.
"You'll see. I can tell why you're still an orphan." Lady took no notice of his deep anger. Yet he didn't reply. "Nothing to say?" she asked innocently.
"Well, looks like we have a winner for the "Bitch of the Year" award. Yet she still has time when she's not a heartless bitch to oogle and drool over her boss. That's sad." Duo finally sneered.
Lady Une snorted, yet didn't say anything in return. She was glad she could control her emotions or she may be blushing at the instant thought of Mr. Treize. Turning, she grew tired of the game and began to leave.
"Two to one." Duo announced.
"Don't raise your hopes when they will be slaughtered in due time. As will you and your pride." With that, she left to make sure her surgeons were doing as told then to check on the young Winner. The war just took a turn from boring to interesting in a matter of hours. She was sure to enjoy herself.
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A/N: Sorry this took so long, the last time I tried typing this there was a power surge and it shut the computer down before I could save and erased the entire file! I thought I'd get this up before I go to band camp and wear myself out so badly that I won't be able to move for a month. All because of my stupid curiosity! Rgh!!!! ~groans and whines~ Sorry bout that, hope you liked this, ironic ending is all I'll say! ~devilish grin~ Please review, and if you have any ideas at all for any plot lines for new stories, feel free to share them. I'm running out of ideas and might lose my skill and passion for writing!!!!! ~shocked look and runs away from the writer's block~ Any help is welcome! I'll be back in a week, GO CLARINETS!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now to go and memorize Swan Lake.... ~groans and drags self away to memorize the 100 some measures~
