Title: Truth, Lies and Everything In-between (Part 10)

read part 1 for the disclaimer and other notes

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"Guess who just got back today?
Those wild-eyed boys that had been away.
Haven't changed, haven't much to say.
....
They were asking if you were around
How you was, where you could be found.
I told them you were living downtown."
--The Boys are Back in Town, Thin Lizzy

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Trowa blinked, and unconsciously took a few steps back.

"You know exactly what I meant." Trieze growled, "Stop fucking around."

"I failed." Trowa whispered, his gaze falling to the floor.

"That you have. How could you miss, Trowa?" Trieze crossed his arms, staring at Trowa fiercely.

"I-I...I don't know..."

"Yes, you do know." Another voice, from somewhere in the apartment, intervened.

'No, not him!'

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Heero and Duo ran up the stairs to Trowa's apartment. As the reached Trowa's place they could hear someone yelling from inside. Heero walked to the door and leaned an ear against it. Duo raised an eyebrow and did the same.

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Trowa turned towards his bedroom and saw a person standing in the doorway. The man was about five foot five and had shirt platinum blonde hair. He had on a pair of tan khakis, pale pink dress shirt and a matching tan vest. His aquamarine eyes were fierce and showed pure hatred toward Trowa.

"You know exactly why you missed." The man growled.

"Quatre." Trowa whispered to himself. Quatre walked over to the two near the door.

"Tell him why you missed, Trowa!" Quatre demanded.

"What do you mean?" Trowa wasn't ready to give anything away.

"Tell him about that cop with your target!" Trieze turned to look at Trowa, giving Trowa a glare.

"What is he talking about, Trowa?"

"I don't know. Why don't you ask him?" Trowa spat, turning his gaze to the ground. Then Trowa's eyes widened as Trieze's fist connected with his stomach. Trowa struggled to stay on his feet as one of his arms wrapped around his stomach.

"Don't speak to me in that tone." Trieze growled; then he quickly grabbed Trowa's collar and lifted the slowly crumpling man up. Trieze glared at Trowa, but then, in an instant, his expression softened. "I will ask you politely one more time; what is he talking about, Trowa?"

"The cop..." Trowa was struggling to get his answer out, "with the target...is a friend...of mine."

"A friend. Seemed like you were more then *friends*." Quatre chuckled as he moved to stand right at Trieze's side.

"Oh?" Trieze seemed amused.

"That's not true." Trowa was finally getting his wind back. "We are just friends...and seeing him with the target...well..."

"You became weak." Trowa's head fell. "Well, that would explain it." Trieze let go of Trowa, who just stayed in his spot. "What shall I do with you?"

"I say you kill him." Quatre suggested.

"Well, I don't know." Trieze placed his index and thumb on his chin. "Besides, that's your answer to everything."

"How true." The two shared a chuckle, but Trowa did not find it amusing. He was in deep trouble and he knew that Trieze would accept Quatre's suggestion. After all, Quatre was Trieze's son.

to be continued...

CCT: Ahaha, I had to make Quatre a bad guy. More fun that way. That and I get to have some fun with him later! ::evil laughter::