Title: Truth, Lies and Everything In-between (Part 14)
Notes: Finally! Another part to this (never-ending!!) story. Heh. ^^; I'm sorry it took so long for me to get this out. When I *want* to write for this fic I don't know what to write… and then when I know what to write I don't have the time. (plus at one point my muse wouldn't let me work on anything other then my Gravitation fic. ::sighs::) But, here you go everyone! A Valentine's day… can you call this a treat? Hehehe.
read part 1 for the disclaimer and other notes
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"And we're falling apart.
You'll say the world has come between us;
Our lives have come between us.
Still I know you just don't care."
-- Breakfast at Tiffany's, Deep Blue Something
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Trowa shook his head, "No, because I knew it wouldn't work out."
"How did you know?" Quatre's shoulders hunched slightly as he was slowly becoming defeated.
"I just did."
"That's not an answer." Quatre growled, suddenly his determination returning full force. "But, it doesn't matter. I don't care anymore. Good-bye Trowa." Quatre gave Trowa a soft smile as he steadied the gun once more. Trowa's eyes widened slightly as his mind raced for something to do, and fast.
Trowa took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. He couldn't think of what to do. Quatre had the gun leveled at him, and it was only a matter of seconds before he would be dead. But the seconds ticked on and nothing happened. Opening his eyes slowly, Trowa found Quatre's hand shaking slightly. He could tell by the look on the other's face, he was losing his nerve.
"I can't do it… Shit." Quatre lowered the gun, looking dejected. "I love you Trowa." He whispered, "I can't do it…"
Trowa watched as Quatre took a step back, the hand holding the gun tightening and loosening over and over. Reaching out slowly as he stood Trowa whispered, "Give me the gun Quatre…"
"What?" Quatre's head snapped up, looking at Trowa as if he was crazy. "Give you the gun?"
"I need to get out of here."
Suddenly Quatre's eyes hardened again and Trowa quickly took his arm back. "No. You just want to leave to find that cop." Trowa cringed slightly at Quatre's tone; it was sharp and almost seemed to drip venom. He was pissed once more. Sometimes he got this way, one minute he seemed weak and emotional, the next he was heartless and ready to do what he had to.
Snickering Quatre raised the gun once more, "I do love you Trowa… but, I guess if I told you I would spare you if you said you would forget about that cop and love me, you would turn it down." At Trowa's slow nod Quatre sighed. "I knew it. Well then. I guess I have no other choice." Turning his head slightly to the side, aiming the gun, Quatre prepared to fire, but hesitated once more. No matter how much he talked or told himself it was what he had to do, Quatre just couldn't pull the trigger.
It was in that moment of hesitation that Trowa made a move. He jolted forward placing his hand quickly around the barrel of the gun, using his right hand and tilted the gun slightly downwards. Quatre, not expecting Trowa to actually do anything, flinched and pulled the trigger. A shot rang out and Trowa grimaced slightly as the bullet pierced straight through his hand and went into his side.
"What are you doing?" Quatre's eyes widened slightly as he caught sight of some of Trowa's blood dripping to the floor.
"I'm just trying to survive!" Ignoring the pain shooting up his side, Trowa kicked out and hit Quatre in the thigh.
"Shit!" Quatre, letting go of the gun, stumbled back both of his hands going to his leg. A second later he realized his mistake and looked up at Trowa with wide eyes. "Damn…" Shaking his head no, Quatre watched as Trowa steadied the gun with his left hand for Quatre's temple, nodded once, and then pulled the trigger.
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"Well, I'm sorry you two weren't as talk-a-tive as I would have liked. But I suppose you can't have everything, now can you?" Trieze chuckled a little, raising his gun and aiming it at Heero's head. "You first, since you were the one to cause my pet to lose his cool." It was then Trowa's bedroom door slowly began to open, Trieze kept his back to the door, "Come son, watch."
"Wait." Heero and Duo both looked up in surprise and Trieze froze. Standing in the door way was Trowa; he had his right arm wrapped around his side, blood dripping slowly down to the carpet, and his left hand was aiming the gun at Trieze.
Blinking once and then twice, Trieze slowly lowered his gun, turning his head slightly to look behind him. His eyes widened even more when he saw who he knew had spoken just a moment before. "Where's Quatre?"
Trowa just smirked and said, "I think your pet just learned how to bite back." With Trieze's puzzled look Trowa pulled the trigger. Trieze's body jerked backwards as the bullet pierced through his skull, the finger he had on the trigger of his gun twitched and a bullet was shot into the floor before Trieze collapsed, motionless. "…" After making sure Trieze was down for good, watching the body intently, Trowa fell to his knees and his breathing became labored.
Duo stood frozen for several seconds, he wasn't quite sure what was going on. First he was staring at the man with the gun, kicking himself mentally for not seeing anyway out of the situation yet. And the next the man was lying dead on the floor. "What the fuck!?" Was the only thing he could think of at the moment, so he let everyone else in on it.
"Trowa!" Heero, also not sure exactly what happened, rushed over to Trowa's side, crouching down next to his lover. "Are you okay, what happened?"
"Not now." Trowa shook his head.
"What do you mean "not now"!?"
"We have to get out of here, Heero." Trowa took a ragged breath, "The others will know soon… the police…" Taking a deep breath Trowa continued, "Someone was bounded to have heard one of those shots… I need to get out of here."
Heero was basically ignoring Trowa, coaxing the man to move his arm so he could see what was causing the other to bleed so much. "Shit! Trowa, we need to get you to a hospital!"
"No! We need to leave!"
"Trowa!"
"God damn it Heero!" Heero blinked at his lover, he had never heard Trowa say anything like that to *him*. "Listen to me." Trowa dropped the gun he was still holding, and placed his hand on Heero's cheek. "The other assassins, they will come looking for Trieze if he doesn't get back soon… they will know it was me, they will come after me." He took another ragged breath, "We have to leave here, now."
Heero, eyes still slightly wide, nodded, "We'll take you to a hospital-"
"No! I have to get out of town, you have to take me."
"But-"
"Oh man." Duo cut Heero of, his own eyes wide. He had moved over to the other two and had peered inside Trowa's bedroom to find Quatre face down on the floor.
Heero glared up at Duo before he looked back Trowa. His eyes softened at his lover's now pale and sweaty face. He was struggling to keep his eyes fully open. "Let's go. Duo help me get him up. We'll leave town and find a hospital… you need to get treated, Trowa."
Looking into his lover's eyes, Trowa nodded slowly. "…right."
"What about work, Heero? Do you really think they won't notice the both of us up and gone?"
Standing up and turning to Duo, Heero said levelly, "You can go back now."
"…" Duo thought for a second, taking a glimpse down at Trowa, and then back up at Heero. "Come on, let's hurry up." Leaning down Duo took one of Trowa's arms gently and waited for Heero to do the same.
to be continued…
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CCT: Well?... That was crap, huh? _ I tried, really I did! I think the whole "kill Quatre and Trieze" moved a little fast for my liking, but if I didn't do it this way it would have taken me FOREVER to finish that and move on to the next part of the plot. The chase! Woohoo! I hope you liked it, and PLEASE leave me some reviews. Nice reviews make me work faster, believe it or not. ^__^ Hehehe, bye-bye for now!