1 Too afraid to feel, too afraid to love, too afraid to die… Too afraid to
live
A/N: Quatre's father is alive in this by the way, but I don't think that he'll be playing a big part in it though. He just needs to be there for this fic to work. K? Bye!
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"But isn't there any way we can do this without hurting him?"
"No! Just do it! How *dare* you question my orders? People will start to think you're becoming more and more sentimental!"
"No! I'm not... really!"
"What then?" She asked coldly.
"I... I'm just tired of killing. Taking innocent lives. I'm scared of actually having a conscience!"
"Well my sweet, you can rest assured that this is no innocent life!"
* * *
"Duo! What a great surprise! I thought you were on colony L2 with… Heero…"
"Well yeah, I was, " Duo replied hastily.
Quatre glared at him.
"What??? I left him a note! He was being a total asshole anyway."
"That bad, eh?"
"Yeah. Just last week Relena threw him out of her room at four in the freaking morning! Work's really getting to him. That's why I came on my own. I did actually ask him if he wanted to join me, but he told me to get lost and chucked me out of our hotel room!"
"Oh, poor Heero," said Quatre, genuinely concerned for his friend that he hadn't seen for so long.
"Whatever, I came here to see you." Said Duo; as if it was better that Heero hadn't come to spoil everything anyway.
"Oh, yes! Come in, come in, sorry... daydreaming..." Quatre apologized, stepping back to let Duo into his home.
Duo entered the Winners' gigantic mansion, gaping at its size and beauty.
"Man, even though I've already been here about ten times, I'm still astounded by its size!"
Quatre smiled politely.
"No offence Duo," he suddenly burst out, unable to contain himself, "but you probably didn't come all this way just to complain about Heero and talk about how big this place is."
Duo shifted uncomfortably from one foot to another. "Yeah... you're right... LET'S EAT!"
Quatre burst out laughing.
"Man, Duo, you sure haven't changed a bit!"
* * *
"Aaah, Duo?" Asked Quatre tentatively.
"Hm?" he replied, munching on a chicken bone happily just like a child.
"Not that I mind, but that is your seventh helping of Chicken with coke!"
"A man's gotta eat buddy!"
Quatre nodded.
"Duo?"
"Yeah?" He answered absently.
"Erm. . . is there going to be bad news sometime after you've finished stuffing your face?"
Duo nearly fell off his chair, but managed to balance it at the last second.
"What? Why would there be bad news? Theresnobadnews!" He said very quickly.
"Hm." Mumbled Quatre unable to find a suitable answer.
"Ya know what? Suddenly, I'm not feeling so hungry any more." He said, pushing the half finished plate of chicken away from himself, and gulping down the last few drops of coke left in his glass.
"Okay, spill, what the hell is going on?" Said Quatre angrily. Why did everyone treat him like a child? For heavens sake, he was nearly twenty- one!
Duo sighed.
"This ain't gonna be easy."
"Please, I want to know!" Quatre practically begged.
"Okay, here goes... a terrorist group is out to kick your ass."
Quatre stared at him as though he had just said that he was pregnant or something, unable to believe such a 'rumour'.
"As if." He muttered, but Duo didn't seem to hear him.
"We don't know where they will be going to... to... capture you..."
"Who's we?" interrupted Quatre suddenly.
"Sorry, can't say."
"Why? Who is it, FBI? CIA? MIB?" Quatre almost laughed at himself for that last suggestion.
"We're not going after aliens Quatre, at least I hope not..." he chuckled nervously to himself.
"It's the CIA I work for." He added quietly. Quatre thought that made sense – Duo *was* American after all.
He had never seen his lively friend so serious. Why, the last time Duo had actually called him by his name was when he had taken a bullet for him in a raid last year and was about to die, begging to get to a hospital quickly.
Quatre shuddered involuntarily.
"Quatre? Earth to Quatre? Hello?"
"Huh? Oh! Sorry, yeah I'm all ears."
Duo glared at him for a second but then thought nothing of it and continued.
"Like I was saying, I think that you should go back to earth and stay low at Relena's house for a while. Those scumbags are surely going to come looking for you here first, so we have to protect you. Okay, buddy?"
"Yes, I understand." He replied in monotone, obviously preoccupied.
"Good, good. We leave tomorrow by the way. So you should have your going away parties blah blah blah tonight or something."
"Yeah, sure." Said Quatre absently. He was seriously confused. Why would any body want to murder him? He was practically a nobody.
"Actually… maybe you shouldn't have a party. Must keep a low profile and everything…" Duo suddenly muttered more to himself then anyone else.
"Why me?" Quatre finally asked, seemingly unaware by what Duo had just said.
"Well... they want your dad's company if truth be told." Duo told him. Quatre frowned… that made a little sense, but he knew his dad wouldn't give up his company just to pay ransom if Quatre was kidnapped.
"Then what has that got to do with me?"
"Because if your father died or decided to retire, then the whole company would be handed over to you. And with you out of the way, they could bribe him before hand, to hand over the company to them without anybody getting suspicious as to why he didn't give it to his only son. His successor. His heir. His direct descendant. His –"
"I get the point."
He paused.
"I have soooo given out waaayy to much info here, you didn't hear it from me dude!" He added, his eyes darting over to the window, then door, and then back as though someone was watching.
"Yes, okay. Thank you very much for telling me Duo."
He nodded, and looked into Quatre's eyes properly for the first time in years.
"Quatre?"
"Yes?"
"Are you going to be okay with this? I mean, if there's anything you need, you need not hesitate to ask."
"Yeah, I'm fine! Really. Thank you very much once again. Oh, and there's some more chicken in the fridge if you would like some."
Duo's face lit up into a huge grin.
"Excellent!" He said rubbing his hands together and licking his lips.
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I'm not actually good at writing stories with Quatre and Dorothy couplings but hey, I just thought I should give it a shot. Please review!!! Cheers! ^- ^
A/N: Quatre's father is alive in this by the way, but I don't think that he'll be playing a big part in it though. He just needs to be there for this fic to work. K? Bye!
~*~*~
"But isn't there any way we can do this without hurting him?"
"No! Just do it! How *dare* you question my orders? People will start to think you're becoming more and more sentimental!"
"No! I'm not... really!"
"What then?" She asked coldly.
"I... I'm just tired of killing. Taking innocent lives. I'm scared of actually having a conscience!"
"Well my sweet, you can rest assured that this is no innocent life!"
* * *
"Duo! What a great surprise! I thought you were on colony L2 with… Heero…"
"Well yeah, I was, " Duo replied hastily.
Quatre glared at him.
"What??? I left him a note! He was being a total asshole anyway."
"That bad, eh?"
"Yeah. Just last week Relena threw him out of her room at four in the freaking morning! Work's really getting to him. That's why I came on my own. I did actually ask him if he wanted to join me, but he told me to get lost and chucked me out of our hotel room!"
"Oh, poor Heero," said Quatre, genuinely concerned for his friend that he hadn't seen for so long.
"Whatever, I came here to see you." Said Duo; as if it was better that Heero hadn't come to spoil everything anyway.
"Oh, yes! Come in, come in, sorry... daydreaming..." Quatre apologized, stepping back to let Duo into his home.
Duo entered the Winners' gigantic mansion, gaping at its size and beauty.
"Man, even though I've already been here about ten times, I'm still astounded by its size!"
Quatre smiled politely.
"No offence Duo," he suddenly burst out, unable to contain himself, "but you probably didn't come all this way just to complain about Heero and talk about how big this place is."
Duo shifted uncomfortably from one foot to another. "Yeah... you're right... LET'S EAT!"
Quatre burst out laughing.
"Man, Duo, you sure haven't changed a bit!"
* * *
"Aaah, Duo?" Asked Quatre tentatively.
"Hm?" he replied, munching on a chicken bone happily just like a child.
"Not that I mind, but that is your seventh helping of Chicken with coke!"
"A man's gotta eat buddy!"
Quatre nodded.
"Duo?"
"Yeah?" He answered absently.
"Erm. . . is there going to be bad news sometime after you've finished stuffing your face?"
Duo nearly fell off his chair, but managed to balance it at the last second.
"What? Why would there be bad news? Theresnobadnews!" He said very quickly.
"Hm." Mumbled Quatre unable to find a suitable answer.
"Ya know what? Suddenly, I'm not feeling so hungry any more." He said, pushing the half finished plate of chicken away from himself, and gulping down the last few drops of coke left in his glass.
"Okay, spill, what the hell is going on?" Said Quatre angrily. Why did everyone treat him like a child? For heavens sake, he was nearly twenty- one!
Duo sighed.
"This ain't gonna be easy."
"Please, I want to know!" Quatre practically begged.
"Okay, here goes... a terrorist group is out to kick your ass."
Quatre stared at him as though he had just said that he was pregnant or something, unable to believe such a 'rumour'.
"As if." He muttered, but Duo didn't seem to hear him.
"We don't know where they will be going to... to... capture you..."
"Who's we?" interrupted Quatre suddenly.
"Sorry, can't say."
"Why? Who is it, FBI? CIA? MIB?" Quatre almost laughed at himself for that last suggestion.
"We're not going after aliens Quatre, at least I hope not..." he chuckled nervously to himself.
"It's the CIA I work for." He added quietly. Quatre thought that made sense – Duo *was* American after all.
He had never seen his lively friend so serious. Why, the last time Duo had actually called him by his name was when he had taken a bullet for him in a raid last year and was about to die, begging to get to a hospital quickly.
Quatre shuddered involuntarily.
"Quatre? Earth to Quatre? Hello?"
"Huh? Oh! Sorry, yeah I'm all ears."
Duo glared at him for a second but then thought nothing of it and continued.
"Like I was saying, I think that you should go back to earth and stay low at Relena's house for a while. Those scumbags are surely going to come looking for you here first, so we have to protect you. Okay, buddy?"
"Yes, I understand." He replied in monotone, obviously preoccupied.
"Good, good. We leave tomorrow by the way. So you should have your going away parties blah blah blah tonight or something."
"Yeah, sure." Said Quatre absently. He was seriously confused. Why would any body want to murder him? He was practically a nobody.
"Actually… maybe you shouldn't have a party. Must keep a low profile and everything…" Duo suddenly muttered more to himself then anyone else.
"Why me?" Quatre finally asked, seemingly unaware by what Duo had just said.
"Well... they want your dad's company if truth be told." Duo told him. Quatre frowned… that made a little sense, but he knew his dad wouldn't give up his company just to pay ransom if Quatre was kidnapped.
"Then what has that got to do with me?"
"Because if your father died or decided to retire, then the whole company would be handed over to you. And with you out of the way, they could bribe him before hand, to hand over the company to them without anybody getting suspicious as to why he didn't give it to his only son. His successor. His heir. His direct descendant. His –"
"I get the point."
He paused.
"I have soooo given out waaayy to much info here, you didn't hear it from me dude!" He added, his eyes darting over to the window, then door, and then back as though someone was watching.
"Yes, okay. Thank you very much for telling me Duo."
He nodded, and looked into Quatre's eyes properly for the first time in years.
"Quatre?"
"Yes?"
"Are you going to be okay with this? I mean, if there's anything you need, you need not hesitate to ask."
"Yeah, I'm fine! Really. Thank you very much once again. Oh, and there's some more chicken in the fridge if you would like some."
Duo's face lit up into a huge grin.
"Excellent!" He said rubbing his hands together and licking his lips.
* * *
I'm not actually good at writing stories with Quatre and Dorothy couplings but hey, I just thought I should give it a shot. Please review!!! Cheers! ^- ^