Title: Truth, Lies and Everything In-between (Part 12)

read part 1 for the disclaimer and other notes

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"Too late,

My time has come.
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time.
Goodbye everybody, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die.
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all!"

--Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen

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Heero and Duo shifted slightly outside of the door, both of them trying their best to hear what was going on inside. Then Heero suddenly glared in Duo's general direction. He wasn't going to stand for the silence much longer; silence usually meant bad things in situations like this.

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Quatre let out a sad sigh as he moved over to Trowa's bed, slowly taking a seat on the very edge of it. He eyed Trowa near the door, and then let out another sigh. "Sit." He commanded softly, motioning towards the chair across the room. Trowa looked at Quatre for a moment, angrily, before he did as he was told.

For a moment the two just sat there in the silence of the room, but then Trowa spoke up, "What are you waiting for? Are you hoping that I have changed my mind over this past month? Well I haven't, so you might as well just get this over with." Trowa looked away from Quatre, his whole body tense, hoping to whatever God there was that he wouldn't shoot him.

"Trowa, you hurt my feelings acting that way. I don't *want* to shoot you." Quatre whispered, turning towards Trowa.

"Hn."  Was all Trowa said back, his eyes still looking away.

"I don't… I love you." The second part was whispered out very softly, almost not even there. Trowa's eyes widened slightly and he glanced over to Quatre. Quatre's head had lowered slightly and he was looking off to the side. That smug look he had had on his face earlier was completely gone now. Probably due to the fact that his father was no longer in the room. Quatre always seemed to act completely different when his father was not around.

"What are you talking about?" Trowa turned completely towards Quatre, studying his face. "You love me?"

"Yes." Quatre's voice was even quieter now, and he shifted so he wasn't facing Trowa anymore. He laid the gun upon his lap and stared towards the one window in the room. "I have for a long time. Of course you would have never noticed… your mind was always on your jobs, or on that… cop." As he said "cop", Quatre's voice took a harsher tone.

"He's a detective." Trowa corrected, without really thinking much of what he said. But he soon did, for in a flash Quatre was on his feet, the gun pointed at Trowa once more.

"Whatever! I don't give a fuck whether he is a detective or a cop! They are all the same! They are just part of the "enemy" in our line of "work" Trowa. Didn't that *ever* occur to you!?" Quatre's voice was full of bite, his eyes flared. He was sick of being ignored by Trowa. He moved his forefinger up to the trigger of the gun, aiming to the center of Trowa's forehead as the other man stayed in his seat. "I am sick of this, Trowa. I have tried so hard to get your attention… but it hasn't worked. And I am sick of trying. So, if I can't have you. Neither can the *cop*!"

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Heero slowly stood up straight, moving so he was pressed against the wall next to the door. He quickly motioned for Duo to do the same. Duo nodded and did just that.

Heero slowly took his gun out of his holster. He watched as Duo mimicked him, knowing exactly what his partner had in mind. Upon Heero's signal Duo moved to stand behind him as Heero kicked the door open. As the door flew open the two rushed in, guns pointed ahead. But both stopped dead in their tracks at what lay before them.

 "Welcome, gentlemen." Trieze smiled a gun in his hand and pointed towards Heero. "I was wondering when you might be joining the party." His eyes seemed to sparkle in delight at Duo's surprised expression, but seemed to harden at Heero's glare. "Well, why don't we sit and have a nice… chat." Trieze motioned towards the couch. "I am sure you have some questions for me, as I do for you. Come, sit." With his eyes and gun still on them, Trieze sat down on one of the arm chairs. Duo glanced over at Heero, very quickly, and couldn't read anything on Heero's face. Heero's face was almost a completely blank, except for the anger in his eyes, which was enough to scare Duo. He had never seen Heero like that. "Well, fine. Stand." Trieze finally sighed out. "It is really no matter. You will be dead soon enough anyway."

to be continued…

CCT: Woohoo! Now things are starting to get good. ^__^ Action must soon ensue! Yes!