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Part 3

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing
Warning: Shounen ai, OOC with a purpose and angst
Discription: Trowa's been gone for three years. What's happened to Quatre since he disappeared? And will he ever be able to find happiness again? YAOI

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"Are you sure that's it?" Duo questioned his lover, as he leaned over the other mans shoulder, gaze intent on the computer screen in front of them.

"Hai."

The American sighed as he shook long bangs out of his eyes. "Are you sure we should be visiting him like this? I mean, he's tried hard to keep himself hidden."

Midnight eyes hardened as Heero glanced at him. "He should know what he's down to Quatre. I never thought that he'd ever leave, let alone with out a word. It just doesn't seem to add up."

Duo nodded and they left not five minutes latter. Their destination was a small apartment on L3 owned by a young man going by the name Triton Bloom. Trowa Barton was in for a surprise when two of his old friends showed up.

Heero knocked on the door before Duo could even think to chicken out. Though Duo believed that Trowa should get a good bitching for what he'd done to his best friend, he didn't really want the bitchee to be him. Plus he wasn't so sure how he was going to react to the European man. He almost certain he was going to start beating on him the moment the door was opened. He deserved a hell of a lot more after what Quatre had gone through!

The door was inched opened and both men saw emerald eyes go wide.

"Surprised, I see," Duo said with dark humour. With that he pushed his way into the aparment, eyes adjusting to the darkness within. The small living space could barely be considered a closet, holding only a fold out couch and a small TV set in the corner. In the kitchen there was only an oven, one cupboard and a tiny fridge. He turned to Trowa and say that he hadn't changed much in the four years since they'd seen each other. He was still tall and lean, with that ridiculously styled hair. Except he was now pale and his eyes now void of emotion. Duo just glared at him, arms crossed in front of his chest. "Alright Barton, we want some answers. We visited Quatre a few weeks ago. Why the hell did you leave him?"

Heero was surprised by his lovers anger and moved to place a hand on the mans shoulder as Trowa gazed a them levelly.

"I wasn't part of his world," came the response, voice void of any emotion. "He's better off without me."

"Bullshit," violet eyes blazed with fury. "Have you any idea what you've done to him?! He's turned into one of them! One of those businessmen, with no spark in life. He walks around like a freaking zombie! It's like he's dead. And you know what? You're the one who killed him!"

Trowa's eyes narrowed. "I didn't do anything to him."

"That's the point," Duo spat, walking forward and grabbing the taller man by the collar. "You fucking left him alone! You didn't do anything while he slowly died inside! Do you have any idea what that boy probably went through after you left?! He looked for you for over a year, and you did nothing! All it would have taken was one word from you and he would have forgiven everything!"

The ex-Heavyarms pilot stayed silent and Duo let him go with a sound of disgust. "I can't believe I came here after what you did. I can't believe I thought so highly of you for what you did when Cat was under the Zero system. Tell me one thing, Trowa. Were you using him? The whole time you were together was it all a lie?" Silence again and Duo shook his head as he pulled an overwhelmed Heero towards the door. "This was a waste of my time."

They were out of there within minutes so neither heard the choked sobs as Trowa sank to the ground. He had never meant to hurt his love! Only give him a chance to achieve his potential without him holding him back. Oh God, What had he done?

TBC...

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Shade: This SO sucks... The first I've worked on Gundam in a while. Won't have much time to write a lot cause I'm moving in two weeks. Only three days before the first day of classes... Damn. Summers almost over. I'm gonna miss being lazy all day long. And still no title. And yes, I DO know this is really short.