Namae wo Tsukete

© 2002 Lady Pax

LP: Okay guys, I may not write much this week/end… My grandfather has taken a turn for the worse, and since my parents have to take *another* trip to Colorado, and Tony is on a trip to the Museum of Fine Art somewhere in the west, so I'm alone at the house. I might have to drive to Louisiana again, this time with my neighbor since I only have a Permit. So, I may not be writing – or rather, posting – for a while. Thanks for understanding!

And Haer'Dalis, if you're reading this (which I doubt since you don't like yaoi), I just wanted to say: IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE "YOU MUST BE THIS TALL…" THEN REVIEW AND TELL ME!!!!!!! :O

Thank you to my reviewers!! Sorry I can't acknowledge you individually, I really read all of them – but I just don't have enough time! I've gotta go to school tomorrow (on a SATURDAY) for detention… Durg – if you want to know why I'm in detention, ask me in a review… R&R!!! And no, that does NOT mean rest and relaxation!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or Spongebob Squarepants. But anything original (i.e. Suzuka Yoshinari, Gundam Tempest, Mobile Suit Geyser) is copyrighted (©) 2002 to me – Lady Pax.

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Suzuka aimed for Treize, hoping that the bullet would at least shoot his arm – because she had no real chance of shooting his head or chest, considering the fact that at least five soldiers were in front of him – blocking his body with theirs.

'Well,' she thought, 'at least they're not cowardly enough as to not protect their leader and General.'

She gave a snort as the soldiers kept trying to hit her with their bullets, but to no avail. Her movements were still to quick, and since she was now on top of the Mobile Suit, she was given more room to spread and hide. Her machine-gun had long since been discarded on the snow, the bullets used up long ago. Now she only had her long hand gun, and a three sleek, black pistols.

'But they sure do suck and shooting,' her mind said condescendingly.

Her finger tightened on the trigger, and she tried not to let the muzzle of the gun get bumped from its target as she dodged all their shots with incredible mastery and ease.

She pulled the trigger, and watched as the bullet whizzed through the frigid air, headed straight for Treize's leg. But a soldier got in the way, and the bullet hit his head instead.

"Dammit," she hissed, checking the barrel for bullets. There were none. She couldn't bare to see this gun in the hands of OZ, so she put it back in its holster, and took one of the pistols in each hand.

She stood up from her kneeling position, and, while dodging enemy attacks, began firing at the soldiers. Suzuka thought she was doing quite well, seeing as she had killed four soldiers in a few minutes, and three more had fallen now. Only a few bullets had been wasted, and they too were close to hitting their mark.

But then, she felt a fiery red pain across her side, a few inches below her armpit. She winced in pain slightly, but gained her balance once more and stayed standing, as to still appear to be a threat – and she still was. A deadly one at that.

"You will not get rid of me that easily," she growled. She began shooting at the soldiers with more accuracy, but she had also thrown all caution to the wind. She had been so absorbed in fighting for the right cause, that she had forgotten about her *own* well-being. And it was not until every soldier but one and Treize were dead that she realized that there was a bullet on her upper right side, one in her left thigh, and another in her arm. And it seemed as though her left hamstring had been pulled and she had failed to notice until now.

"You seem to be a worthy opponent, Lady Suzuka," said Treize, nodding. He gave a condescending smile. "We shall meet again someday – and spar to our heart's contentment." And with a swirl of his cloak, he and the young private began walking back to the base.

Suzuka watched them leaving, ignoring the stabbing pains of her wounds. She could have killed both of them then and there with the knife in her belt, seeing as all her bullets were used up (she had used the soldier's she had killed on her MS guns, also). But there was something about him, something about OZ General Treize Khushrenada that made her spare him – that made her stop her blood lust at a disturbing halt, and come back to the reality of her true mission.

"Fine then, General Khushrenada," she murmured angrily, and coldly. "I'll wait." She jumped from the Mobile Suit after making sure Trowa was once more safely secured (he was still unconscious, much to her dismay), and lingered as she was hoisted up to Tempest's cockpit by the carrier cord.

She watched the soldier and Treize's retreating forms from Tempest's cockpit, until they were merely two tiny black dots in the horizon where the blue sky met the white ground.

"But not for long," she murmured.

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At the safehouse…

Heero and Quatre watched Duo from the kitchen table as he lie (lay?) on the couch in the den of their safehouse, staring off into the recesses of his own mind. He was looking at the TV that was currently showing a cartoon called Spongebob Squarepants™, but there was a glazed look over his eyes that made him seem a million miles away, yet still in their line of vision at the same time. (A/N: it's what people look like when they're remembering something nice, or daydreaming about something koo!)

"I'm worried about him, Heero," murmured Quatre. "It's not like him to skip all his meals two days in a row – even if Trowa's missing. He's never done it before. And he looks so pale…and weak…"

Heero stood up and squeezed his koi's shoulder as he walked past him and to the ice-box. "Don't worry yourself so much, Quatre," he said. "He'll mend himself in due time. It just so happens it will take longer without Trowa."

Yes, the pilots no longer believed Trowa was alive. Quatre had long since stopped feeling pain from Trowa, and he had been missing for over three months (A/N: it covers a lot of time in such short chapters without giving you any notice at all). It had been two and a half since Heero had had the 'conversation' with Dr. J, and they had gotten no information as to where the base was at, or where Trowa was.

They had given up on all hope they had been clinging to that Trowa was alive.

And they had let Duo fall.

Though Duo still acted jovial on most days, there was at least one day in the week where he was just…out of it. Like he was a shell, remembering what it was like to be filled with a body and soul. And there was always that shadow behind the violet of his eyes, the shadow of sorrow and pain. A shadow that none of the pilots could bare to look at – even though they faced it in the Deathscythe Hell pilot's eyes everyday.

Heero retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge, twisted the cap so it'd open with a psht! noise, and walked to the couch.

"Here, Duo," Heero said, handing Duo the water bottle.

Duo refused. "No thanks, Hee-chan," he said. "I'm not thirsty."

"Just drink it, Duo," Heero said. He forced the bottle into Duo's hands, ignoring the pain-eyed look the braided-boy gave him in return. It was as if he were going to say "I'm in pain here, and all you can tell me is to just drink?".

Suddenly, Wufei ran into the den, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. "Yuy! There's two unknown Mobile Suits headed our way, and one of the pilots claims Barton is on board," he said, his excitement not showing in his voice – but in his ebony eyes.

Duo dropped the water bottle, the crystal-clear liquid spilling out of the bottle and getting everything in its range wet. The pilots looked at him, and they saw he was visibly shaking.

"Duo…?" Quatre asked, creeping towards him. He touched his shoulder, and Duo relaxed.

"So he's coming back?" Duo asked, turning to face the Chinese pilot. His eyes were full of hope so painful that Wufei had to look away and stare at the entrance to the hangar. "Wufei? Is he coming back?"

"Hopefully, Maxwell. Hopefully," was all Wufei said. But obviously that was enough, because Duo abruptly stood, and walked towards them on slightly shaking legs.

"Well let's go," Duo said in a monotonous voice.

Heero noticed Duo's feet beginning to wobble, and he knew they weren't going to support him. He put his arms under Duo's, and held him up. Duo leaned his head against his shoulder, his chestnut braid slightly grazing his arm.

Together, the for walked outside just in time to see a Gundam and Mobile Suit land on the entrance to the hangar, though it didn't open to allow them in. It only opened to familiar Suits – and the gray, red, and black Gundam, and green and red Mobile Suit certainly weren't familiar to it.

Heero let Quatre support Duo, and he and Wufei took their guns out of their holsters, aiming it at the cockpit – ready to shoot at any moment's notice.

The cockpit door opened, and the pilots saw a figure there, holding his/her hands out in a motion of "I am weaponless". The figure jumped out once Heero gave it the okay to come down, and began walking towards the Mobile Suit. It was then that they noticed, in a flash of long brown hair, that it was a girl!

"Who are you!?" Heero shouted.

"My name, Heero Yuy," she responded loudly, yet calmly, not tearing her eyes away from the carrier cord that would hoist her up to the cockpit, "is Suzuka Yoshinari – but you can call me Lady Suzuka. And your friend…Trowa Barton…is in my Mobile Suit Geyser." She climbed into the cockpit, and disappeared as she did her work of unfastening Trowa.

"Trowa?" Duo murmured.

Quatre tightened his grip when he felt Duo lunge for the Mobile Suit.

"TROWA!!!" Duo shouted, trying to get out of Quatre's grip, but when Wufei added his strength, he was no match.

"TROWA!!!" Duo screamed again, tears beginning to fall from his shining, amethyst eyes. "TROWA!!!!"

'They're not letting me come to you, Trowa…' he though in despair. 'Why not? I want to get to you Trowa…but they won't allow it. I love you Trowa Barton. I love you! But they won't let me say it…'

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Suzuka warily climbed down the Mobile Suit, careful not to hurt the already wounded boy in her arms. It was then that she got to take in all his wounds. All the blood, all the bruises, all the cuts. She recognized the markings of a whip on his bare shoulders, and she clenched her eyes at the sight. She held his body closer to her when she felt Trowa shiver, and passed on as much body heat she could spare to him.

'You're finally back, Trowa,' she thought, pressing his forehead to her neck. 'You're back with your lover – and hopefully you'll survive to be able to love again.' She met Heero halfway to the safehouse, and something passed between their eyes that told him to back away from she and Trowa.

'If you can love again…'

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Suzuka lied Trowa on the bed in one of the pilot's rooms, immediately asking for a tub of hot water and a few washcloths and towels.

"And a change of clothes as well," she said to Quatre, as he was the one retrieving the supplies.

She heard a shout from the hallway, and the sounds of struggling.

"TROWA!!!" There were the sounds of feet shuffling and bodies trying to gain power of the other. "Wufei! Let me get to him! Let me see him! TROWA!!"

Suzuka glanced around the room. 04 was out getting the equipment; 01 was getting a record on her Gundam and Mobile Suit, and putting them in the hangar (securing them so she couldn't escape without them knowing); 03 was unconscious on the bed before her; 05 was obviously holding the person who was screaming 03's name, back from the room, since she knew 05's name was Wufei; and 02… She swallowed.

'02 must be Barton's lover…'

She walked to the doorway to see that Wufei was kneeling on the ground, pinning Duo so he wouldn't escape. Suzuka knew from experience that the way 05 was holding Duo that it wasn't very comfortable, and if he stayed in that position much longer, he'd be sore for many more days to come.

Wufei looked at her. He said nothing, but his growls and gasps to keep Duo under his mastery gave her enough clues to tell her that he was having trouble.

"Is he 'with' 03?" she asked softly, her lithe frame leaning against the doorway.

Wufei merely nodded. If he spoke, he'd weaken his muscles enough from speaking to let Duo escape.

"Let him up, then," said Suzuka.

"Why?" Wufei growled.

"He needs to see his lover. It's the way things should be. Now let him go, Chang." There was a fire in her voice that said either way he went, Wufei would let Duo go – and he would either be in pain or not when Duo had escaped.

Wufei jumped off of Duo, and Suzuka moved so Duo could run past her and into the room. She followed silently, closing the door behind her.

She looked at the back of the Deathscythe pilot, wincing when he froze and began slowly inching towards his koi's form. "Trowa…?" Duo breathed quietly. "Trowa, can you hear me? It's Duo." There was no response – besides the slow, uneven patterns of the fallen boy's breathing. "Trowa, please… Answer me. Please, Trowa…"

Suzuka contemplated whether or not to leave the room, but came to the firm decision not to when she heard Duo let out a mournful sob.

"What did they do to you, Trowa?" Duo cried. "What did those bastards do?"

"You wouldn't want to know – even if he could tell you, Duo," Suzuka said softly. Duo looked at her, not at all surprised she was there. "I'm going to help him Duo, but it's best if you let me alone to work. I don't do my best with company."

Duo didn't answer. He just hung his head, his right hand clenching his lover's. A tear dropped onto the floor from Duo's eye, and Suzuka sighed inwardly. 'These kids have gone…through to much…to be children anymore…' she thought. She walked towards him, and put her hands on his shoulder.

She kneeled down, trying not to wince as she jolted her carelessly treated wounds, and let Duo fall into her arms. He began sobbing, the uncontrollable cries of anguish and despair racking his thin body till his limbs begged and pleaded for him to stop. But the sobs kept coming, each more forceful than the last.

"He's going to be fine, Duo," Suzuka murmured. "He's going to be alright. You've got to believe in that. You've got to keep thinking – no, knowing – that he's going to be just fine. Because if two people lose faith in each other, then all is lost."

Her answer was a muffled sob.

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LP: Well! That certainly was a more…dramatic and despairing chapter!! I hope you liked it, since you guys seem to like sap so much!! ^_^ Please read and review!!

And in the next chapter (12), we finally find out about Suzuka's past – like Evil Neko wanted!! Thanks!! *hugs*

It's just so ironic now… When I started this story over 2/4s of a year ago, I thought it was only going to *be* 12 chapters – but now I realize it's going to take at *least* 15!!! Whoo-hoo!! Go me!!

Oh…and then maybe there'll be a sequel… BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA…………

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| Incase you're wondering, I finished this story at 1:59 AM when I started at 11:36. (I had a lot of interruptions) |

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Peace – I'm out!!

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