I do not own Gundam Wing or its characters. They belong to their appropriate owners.
It contains yaoi, lemons (rape scenes), blood, violence, strong language
and more, may be a bit AU. Duo's POV (at least most the time).
Mission
by solange channonix
Part XII
Quatre's POV:
They were bunch of egoists, each one thinking he knew the best what to do to make things between them better without consulting with anyone. The result to this were all of them getting hurt, nothing more. They were all suffering, especially Duo. His suffering reached the deepest it possibly could if he had tried to kill himself. Kind of things I could feel him experiencing made the depths of his pain obvious for me and so I pitied him so much. I had to help him and it seemed the only way to do this was to get Heero to come back to him, or rather finally get the two of them together, despite what Trowa had said had happened in the past, and yes, convince Trowa to this, so he would stop hunting Heero and playing Duo's watchdog that had maybe helped him at some point but now was only making things worse. Not an easy task. I couldn't even know how was Duo in reality, I hadn't seen him yet not drugged, normal, and how could he react indeed at finally having his beloved Heero back. So he had raped him, but as Duo had said, he had been told to... why ?... I was lost in whole that matter... Anyway, I had gotten to know from where had been coming the sudden coldness between Heero and Duo which had started at some point during the war and had continued ever since. Poor Duo... So it had happened twice already, and it seemed he felt used by Trowa... How could he have stood it all ? He was so strong...
I wondered then where Trowa had gone after the incident in Duo's room,
back to the circus ? Was it even still here ? Or maybe to a hotel or something
? I couldn't know... And Heero ? I needed to get him to come back, but
I couldn't know either where had he gone, how to contact him and, what
was the most terrifying, I had the knowledge I could never get to know.
He was kind of a Special in Preventer's units if he was officially considered
dead, from the informations I had managed to get he was assigned to the
actions that had already resulted in a Preventer's death. I had to find
him now, because then it could have been too late to find him at all...
He had to be still in the city in his car, somewhere on the streets or
in a garage, getting replaced the broken window. But how could I find him
among thousands of cars on the streets in a reasonable amount of time,
alone ? No way... However, I had to figure something out fast. Think...
I rubbed my temple trying to force my brain to come out with something
wise... Damn, my friend's life was falling apart and I was sitting here,
unable to stop it. But, how could I find Heero ? How ?! It was physically
impossible...
Heero's POV:
I was driving down a crowded avenue trying desperately to get to the airport. I had nothing to do here anymore so I had reserved a place in the plane back to the city where my apartment, most the time empty and inhabited, and Preventers' main offices were. It was leaving in an hour and I was afraid I could not get there in time considering the amount of cars on the streets leading out of the city. Why had it to be Friday today ?
I lay my head down on the steering wheel, breathing deeply through the clenched teeth, with a silent hiss. My shot through shoulder hurt as hell and the blood was soaking through the shirt under the uniform, slowly beginning to paint it crimson as well. I shook my head to get rid of the haze that was fuzing my vision. I couldn't have lost that much of blood... I looked through the shattered window at the opposite direction avenue, leading back to the city's center, empty, a car or a bus passing by occasionally. The road leading back to the city, to the hospital, to Duo... `Kimi o ai shiteru, Heero...` I heard his faint whisper in my ears again. He had told he loved me, on truth's serum, he had meant it. Kami, he had meant it ! He had learned how to tell it in Japanese to say it to me one day and now I was taking his, our, only chance away. I had raped him and for a moment in the past I had been ready to kill him... I didn't deserve him anymore... but if he wanted me himself, despite that, could I go away like if nothing had happened, hurt him again ? I believed one should follow his feelings, act like his heart was telling him to, else he would suffer, terribly suffer. I knew it, after what I had been through after raping Duo despite that I never wanted this myself. And now, I did know too what my heart wanted...
I turned the van around in one place, traversed the lawn separating two avenues and continued with the one back to the city, accelerating viciously and using all the engine's power...
For normal people it could seem I was driving like a madman, but I had perfect control over the car, probably better than them over theirs. Once one had piloted a mobile suit driving a van at 120 mph wasn't that difficult nor scary to perform. I needed to come back to Duo and be back at the airport in an hour, anyway, I couldn't miss that airplane. I didn't know precisely what I wanted to do, but I didn't need to, I was trusting my heart, no thinking required. Blood was spilling down my injured arm and onto the upholstery. Not the first nor the last bloodstain on it. I wasn't going to sell that car ever, even if I would want to, who would have bought a car wearing so many signs left by past combats... Indeed, lacking a mobile suit, it was kind of replacement for me and I wasn't going easy on it. Right now, I needed to replace that shattered window, unless I wanted to get soaked every time it rained. About the wind filling the cabin I could care less.
I stopped in front of the hospital after a graceful swirl and jumped off, leaving all doors open. Anyone who would have wanted to steal the van could do this well enough through the broken window. And I had more important things on my mind.
I ran inside the hospital and upstairs, ignoring the shouts of the receptionist. I was feeling weird, light-headed, all around me spinning in vicious motion... I convinced myself once again I hadn't lost that much blood. All seemed like a dream, unreal and untouchable. I needed to move rather than dwell on it ! I remembered which door led to Duo's room and found it without problems, opened them and stormed inside, stopping in the doorway when I realized I wasn't alone with Duo there. Quatre was sitting on the edge of the bed on his side, holding his hand and crying. I scowled. Men shouldn't cry... He had to hear my frantic breathing because he turned around to face me, reaching his arm to wipe the tears in the sleeve of his white shirt.
" He... Heero ?"
He was looking like if he saw a ghost. Did he really consider Trowa that good shot as to kill me with this shot to my arm ?
" Trowa left." He informed me softly.
I nodded and approached, shaking my head to clear my thoughts before I spoke. I hadn't slept a minute ever since I had hurt Duo so badly, maybe it was having its effects on me. Why now ?
" What are you..."
Quatre didn't let me to end the phrase, shoving himself frantically at me and grasping my hand, the one not injured.
" Heero... It's so good you're back, you shouldn't leave Duo anymore. You can't make yourselves suffer like that, any longer ! Please... He loves you, I'm giving you my word for that. And he tried to suicide because he thought he had lost you. He will die if you'll leave him alone ! Please, Heero..."
What he was blabbering didn't make much sense, and was he a seer to know all of this ? But I didn't need his help, I knew well enough what to do myself, as for now. Doubts would come later, then I would worry, now I was on a mission. I didn't say anything to Quatre, I had nothing to, I looked down at Duo, he was asleep, or rather, in the state of the drug-induced unconsciousness, considering the pace of his breaths.
" You'll take care of the stuff." I muttered to Quatre taking Duo in my arms.
" It's better that way. Duo hasn't have nowhere to go ever since he left university." Whispered Quatre, like if trying to convince himself.
Duo was impossibly light for a man his height, but he should be, he was meager and terribly pale... Weeks in hospital after Wufei, then few more after an attempt on suicide, what was visible of him from under the hospital gown was terribly scarred, as he was put back together from bloody pieces... I had read a report on this, memorizing every bone Wufei had broken in him, because I simply couldn't have not to. His hair was cut down but it hadn't changed him as much as I had thought it would. He was still beautiful and seemed only even more fragile... Still, he could have every man he wanted, if only he would have wanted anyone at all, while I bet everything he craved for was to be left in peace... eternal peace...
" He has something with himself ?" I addressed Quatre.
" At Trowa's. I'll get it from him and send after you. Phone me when you get there so I'll know the address."
" Any clothing ?"
Quatre handed me a pile of black clothes. Duo was still wearing black and I bet it was still a mourning dress. Then I left, ignoring the stuff. Quatre was going to take care of all of this. Not a nice task, but he had volunteered... had he ?
I put Duo in the passenger's seat of my van and drove away, back on
the avenue, seeing in side-mirror that the hospital stuff gave up on following
us, not even trying to catch us up with a car. Good... I drove upstream
back in the direction of the airport, buses turning viciously to get out
of my way. Being a Preventer, I shouldn't have been things like that, but
I needed to hurry. I was on a mission, nothing else mattered than getting
me and Duo to my home, then I would worry and care, as much as my heart
could... I cast a glance at my unconscious companion, his head lowered
on his chest and bumping with the moves of the car. He was making it all
worth it. I had been dreaming of getting him back for so long, dreaming
awake, because I couldn't have fallen asleep ever since I had hurt him
worse than anyone before me and anyone else until Wufei... I loved the
baka so much... He was turning people crazy not even thinking about it
nor knowing what he was doing, he had done it to me, all those years ago...
And now I loved him, but I had that luck that he was supposed to love me
back...
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