Author's Note: I don't own Gundam Wing, if you happened to miss all my
other disclaimers. Oh yeah, if you haven't read at least my fic entitled
'The Awakening,' you should read that first, Otherwise, you won't get this
one.
~ Skeletons in the Closet ~
Part 3
By Zero's Wings
Nervous Break
Trowa slackened his flat, pointed bangs with hair gel. He finished with the gel and combed them down until they were completely covering the left side of his face. Then, he took a copious amount of gel in hand and started applying the second coat. Quatre was sitting on the bed in their hotel room, reading a magazine. He lowered it sighed in exasperation.
"How many hours is it going to take to fix your hair, Trowa?" He chuckled a bit, then got up to find a necktie to accompany his suit. Trowa's eyes narrowed and he turned to Quatre, wearing an expression that was halfway between annoyance and amusement.
"It takes a long time to get it to stick this way..." Trowa was interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" Quatre and Trowa called in unison.
"Relena. Heero's here too. Sorry if we're early." Quatre fished a second necktie out of his neatly packed suitcase and tossed it to Trowa.
"Here, put this on. It looks good on you." Trowa caught the tie and absently flipped it around his neck a few times. He wiped the hair gel off his hands with a nearby towel and reached for the door.
Trowa opened the door and was pleased to see Heero and Relena's bright, young faces. They looked so energized and refreshed; Trowa was positive that they had been having sex recently.
The four of them exchanged polite hellos and how are you doings. Paltry emotional gestures, Heero thought. Emulat was telling me something. Quatre and Trowa felt slightly awkward in their formal suits, with Relena and Heero each in ordinary jeans and T-shirts. Heero took them to the old coffee house he had brought Relena to on so many cold mornings before work began.
They had scones and decaf coffee and talked pleasantly, but everyone was all too aware that something was still bothering Heero. When he got up to use the bathroom, Quatre and Trowa followed him. He led them outside instead. They stepped behind a pair of dumpsters where employees took their smoking breaks.
"I'm glad you guys are here," Heero began uncertainly.
"What is it, Heero?" Quatre asked, his little brow furrowed up in concern.
"Emulat is alive," Heero said suddenly. Quatre and Trowa froze in shock.
"You mean that scientist. That guy from your past." Trowa frowned, trying to recall that night three years ago. Incredibly, it all became fresh in his mind again with little effort. "I thought you said you killed him, Heero."
"I did!" Heero screamed in frustration. "I killed the shit out of him! He was a grease spot!!"
"Calm down Heero," Trowa said calmly. "I think someone is trying to mess with your head.
"You're right Trowa. Someone is trying to mess with my head. A certain someone named Octavian Culex Emulat. He's alive, and he still has control over me. I thought no one could help me, but I want you all here. Duo and Wufei as well. I need all of you here."
"We'll call them tonight," Quatre said eagerly. "Duo is still on L2 with Hilde and his salvage business. I think Wufei is on his paid vacation from the Preventers in China. We'll track him down." Heero grunted in assentment.
"Come on. We've left Relena long enough." Heero said, and he walked back into the restaurant. Quatre and Trowa followed, now sharing a worried expression as they regarded their troubled friend.
Just as Relena was about to take the bill, Heero rushed in and slapped a wad of bills into their waiter's outstretched hand. "Sorry I was gone so long," he said sheepishly. The three of them sat down at the table again; all of them now looked as troubled as Heero did before they left.
"I was beginning to think that you guys fell in," she said, rolling her eyes in
mild annoyance.
"Oh, right," Heero said distractedly.
"Come on, Heero!" She demanded suddenly. "Tell me what you were talking about!" He could see the stubbornness and ferocity in Relena's eyes. Those were traits of the Peacecraft lineage that he could do without.
"Did it ever cross your mind that I'm not telling you for your own good?" Heero saw her shrink back at his sudden contempt for her.
"It may be for my own good, but it's killing you."
"I can handle it."
"Yes, I don't doubt that," she began, "but this is why you have relationships with other people in the first place. So they can help you when you're going through a rough time."
"She's right, Heero," Quatre said softly. He then stared directly at Relena, almost winced a bit, and then he told her everything. Heero glared at him icily the entire time. He felt like breaking Quatre's scrawny neck. I never should've told them anything, he thought regretfully.
"I should've never said anything!" he screamed hatefully, grabbing the table. With a quick turn, he flipped the table and sent coffee mugs, dishes, and silverware clattering and breaking across the floor. Heero turned swiftly on his heel and ran. He ran from his friends, he ran from his love, Relena, he ran from his complacent life, he ran from the dance of paltry emotional gestures that had become his life.
Heero ran back to his apartment, nearly eight miles from the coffee shop, without so much as stopping to catch his breath. He ran into the building, pushing down his landlady in the process. He didn't stop for a moment; he didn't even notice her lying there on the cold, tile floor of the lobby.
Heero rushed up the stairway, taking the steps three at a time. He refused to wait for the elevator. He ran to his door, the one with the tarnished gold numbers 88 on it, and shoved his key into the lock. With a swift kick he knocked the door all the way open.
Heero brushed past his furniture and clothing, which was still strewn about the room, and headed for the refrigerator. He pulled out the bottle of Jack Daniel's he had saved for emergencies. He figured this was as much of an emergency as there would ever be. He drank a fifth of the bottle in one gulp. It tasted like burning paint thinner going down his throat. Heero slumped down, bottle still in hand, and was consumed by darkness.
*****
Heero opened his eyes very slowly. There was a bright, red knife lancing in and out of his field of vision. His breath smelled like vomit. It was the light for incoming calls flash on his vidphone once again. He stumbled over to the phone, tripping an antique wood dresser that he had thrown across the room. He finally reached the phone and picked it up.
"I knew you'd call," he said monotonously.
"I want us to meet, Heero." Of course, it was Emulat's thin voice on the other end of the line.
"Just name the place," Heero said.
"Go to Sanc harbor. Ninth block. You'll see a ship in the first slip. The name of the ship is Revelation. Meet me on the aft deck. If you drive, it should take you about thirty minutes to get here."
"I'll be there in five," Heero said. He slammed the phone down on the receiver. I've got nothing left to lose, he thought. This will end it.
End of part3
Author's Note: So, how do you like the fic so far? How is the second part compared to the first? Tell me everything.
~ Skeletons in the Closet ~
Part 3
By Zero's Wings
Nervous Break
Trowa slackened his flat, pointed bangs with hair gel. He finished with the gel and combed them down until they were completely covering the left side of his face. Then, he took a copious amount of gel in hand and started applying the second coat. Quatre was sitting on the bed in their hotel room, reading a magazine. He lowered it sighed in exasperation.
"How many hours is it going to take to fix your hair, Trowa?" He chuckled a bit, then got up to find a necktie to accompany his suit. Trowa's eyes narrowed and he turned to Quatre, wearing an expression that was halfway between annoyance and amusement.
"It takes a long time to get it to stick this way..." Trowa was interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" Quatre and Trowa called in unison.
"Relena. Heero's here too. Sorry if we're early." Quatre fished a second necktie out of his neatly packed suitcase and tossed it to Trowa.
"Here, put this on. It looks good on you." Trowa caught the tie and absently flipped it around his neck a few times. He wiped the hair gel off his hands with a nearby towel and reached for the door.
Trowa opened the door and was pleased to see Heero and Relena's bright, young faces. They looked so energized and refreshed; Trowa was positive that they had been having sex recently.
The four of them exchanged polite hellos and how are you doings. Paltry emotional gestures, Heero thought. Emulat was telling me something. Quatre and Trowa felt slightly awkward in their formal suits, with Relena and Heero each in ordinary jeans and T-shirts. Heero took them to the old coffee house he had brought Relena to on so many cold mornings before work began.
They had scones and decaf coffee and talked pleasantly, but everyone was all too aware that something was still bothering Heero. When he got up to use the bathroom, Quatre and Trowa followed him. He led them outside instead. They stepped behind a pair of dumpsters where employees took their smoking breaks.
"I'm glad you guys are here," Heero began uncertainly.
"What is it, Heero?" Quatre asked, his little brow furrowed up in concern.
"Emulat is alive," Heero said suddenly. Quatre and Trowa froze in shock.
"You mean that scientist. That guy from your past." Trowa frowned, trying to recall that night three years ago. Incredibly, it all became fresh in his mind again with little effort. "I thought you said you killed him, Heero."
"I did!" Heero screamed in frustration. "I killed the shit out of him! He was a grease spot!!"
"Calm down Heero," Trowa said calmly. "I think someone is trying to mess with your head.
"You're right Trowa. Someone is trying to mess with my head. A certain someone named Octavian Culex Emulat. He's alive, and he still has control over me. I thought no one could help me, but I want you all here. Duo and Wufei as well. I need all of you here."
"We'll call them tonight," Quatre said eagerly. "Duo is still on L2 with Hilde and his salvage business. I think Wufei is on his paid vacation from the Preventers in China. We'll track him down." Heero grunted in assentment.
"Come on. We've left Relena long enough." Heero said, and he walked back into the restaurant. Quatre and Trowa followed, now sharing a worried expression as they regarded their troubled friend.
Just as Relena was about to take the bill, Heero rushed in and slapped a wad of bills into their waiter's outstretched hand. "Sorry I was gone so long," he said sheepishly. The three of them sat down at the table again; all of them now looked as troubled as Heero did before they left.
"I was beginning to think that you guys fell in," she said, rolling her eyes in
mild annoyance.
"Oh, right," Heero said distractedly.
"Come on, Heero!" She demanded suddenly. "Tell me what you were talking about!" He could see the stubbornness and ferocity in Relena's eyes. Those were traits of the Peacecraft lineage that he could do without.
"Did it ever cross your mind that I'm not telling you for your own good?" Heero saw her shrink back at his sudden contempt for her.
"It may be for my own good, but it's killing you."
"I can handle it."
"Yes, I don't doubt that," she began, "but this is why you have relationships with other people in the first place. So they can help you when you're going through a rough time."
"She's right, Heero," Quatre said softly. He then stared directly at Relena, almost winced a bit, and then he told her everything. Heero glared at him icily the entire time. He felt like breaking Quatre's scrawny neck. I never should've told them anything, he thought regretfully.
"I should've never said anything!" he screamed hatefully, grabbing the table. With a quick turn, he flipped the table and sent coffee mugs, dishes, and silverware clattering and breaking across the floor. Heero turned swiftly on his heel and ran. He ran from his friends, he ran from his love, Relena, he ran from his complacent life, he ran from the dance of paltry emotional gestures that had become his life.
Heero ran back to his apartment, nearly eight miles from the coffee shop, without so much as stopping to catch his breath. He ran into the building, pushing down his landlady in the process. He didn't stop for a moment; he didn't even notice her lying there on the cold, tile floor of the lobby.
Heero rushed up the stairway, taking the steps three at a time. He refused to wait for the elevator. He ran to his door, the one with the tarnished gold numbers 88 on it, and shoved his key into the lock. With a swift kick he knocked the door all the way open.
Heero brushed past his furniture and clothing, which was still strewn about the room, and headed for the refrigerator. He pulled out the bottle of Jack Daniel's he had saved for emergencies. He figured this was as much of an emergency as there would ever be. He drank a fifth of the bottle in one gulp. It tasted like burning paint thinner going down his throat. Heero slumped down, bottle still in hand, and was consumed by darkness.
*****
Heero opened his eyes very slowly. There was a bright, red knife lancing in and out of his field of vision. His breath smelled like vomit. It was the light for incoming calls flash on his vidphone once again. He stumbled over to the phone, tripping an antique wood dresser that he had thrown across the room. He finally reached the phone and picked it up.
"I knew you'd call," he said monotonously.
"I want us to meet, Heero." Of course, it was Emulat's thin voice on the other end of the line.
"Just name the place," Heero said.
"Go to Sanc harbor. Ninth block. You'll see a ship in the first slip. The name of the ship is Revelation. Meet me on the aft deck. If you drive, it should take you about thirty minutes to get here."
"I'll be there in five," Heero said. He slammed the phone down on the receiver. I've got nothing left to lose, he thought. This will end it.
End of part3
Author's Note: So, how do you like the fic so far? How is the second part compared to the first? Tell me everything.