Breaking the chain
by Wren
Disclaimer : Gundam Wing isn't mine.
A/N : Treize/Wufei, thoughts of suicide
Thanks to the people who reviewed the first chapter of this and gave me the inspiration to write a second chapter :
Bakachan : Well, I hope you'll like the plot I came up with. I'm sure I'm not the only one doing Wufei-fics though ; I mean he's cool! Especially with Treize. ^^;
anna may : Thank you ; I must admit I'm not entirely sure what it was supposed to be either.
Jane Silver : Milliardo is also on Treize's side I think ; he just wants the two of them to be happy.:)
Solo : Well, I hope you won't think I rushed things a little then or wrote Treize ooc in the next chapter. :)
Go Go : Uhm …. But I like Treize! And making him suffer would make Wufei suffer too! You wouldn't want that, would you? I hope not ….
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Wufei stared into the mirror.
Into the face of a weakling. A coward. A loser.
There were rims around his eyes, caused by a lack of sleep. Even Heero had noticed them, breaking his usual silence to ask if anything was wrong.
He had snarled that no, of course nothing was wrong with him. That Heero should mind his own business and leave his nose out of Wufei's.
I lied. To one of my brothers at arms.
Someone I would entrust with my life.
Someone who trusts me.
Since his outburst he had felt the eyes of the other pilots on him. They always turned away when he looked, but he knew they were watching him.
Heero, with the brooding look of someone who knows he sees something he should recognize but can't and is annoyed by it.
Duo, with the sharp eyes of the joker, unusually serious for once.
Perhaps because he knows the smallest thing could send me over the edge and make me lose control of myself. He may be a baka ; he's not stupid.
Trowa, ever silent, whose orbs sometimes revealed his soul while at other times they were void of any emotion. The one he understood and knew least of all, though the others, especially Duo sometimes remarked on how much alike they were.
And Quatre, innocent, wide-eyed child.
He *is* a child. Yet a wise child, who sees much that others miss.
Sometimes it was very tempting to confess ; to hand the mess he was in to someone else.
Maybe they'd decide to kill me, maybe they'd tie me down to keep me from going to him again.
I don't really care anymore ; I want to end this madness.
He glared at his image in the mirror.
Weakling! You'd just shove the responsibility on someone else.
Like you blame Treize for the state you're in now, you want to have someone else to blame for ending the relationship you have with him.
Wufei Chang, you are a coward!
Take your own decision for once.
His eyes fell on his katana, its blade clear and spotless.
Sharp too.
Is there honor in taking my life with it?
If I can't dip it in his blood, perhaps I should have it drink mine.
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"What are you trying to do, Treize?"
Treize stared out of the window, one that was giving a view on the lake. No matter how much he would like to dismiss Milliardo's words as mere nonsense, they kept returning to him.
"You can't keep him by simple sex. Love doesn't work that way."
And why wouldn't it? he answered silently.
I was his first, I will be his last. He has no one else, will never have someone else.
I am the only one who can give him what he craves.
A superior force to submit to.
Someone stronger than him, to whom he can surrender his control without shame or loss of honor.
Milliardo can't see, can't understand him.
They are both warriors, yet it's not the same.
Battle holds different meanings for the two of them. As does honor.
"I only hope you'll discover it for yourself one day, before it's too late."
There's nothing to discover for me ; you're the one blind for the truth, Milliardo.
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The blond man some people called the Lightning Count saw the same sky as his general.
He too was musing over their conversation of the previous evening.
Maybe I should not have said what I said.
Treize is ... stubborn.
No, not stubborn, just ... someone who wants to find out about his mistakes on his own.
He's no fool ; he must have noticed something about 05 by now.
Yet he keeps doing what he does, as if he doesn't *want* to see it.
As if ... as if he's afraid of what will happen if he *does* respond to what his eyes and mind are telling him. If he acts on it.
He had known the other man for quite a while now.
I probably know him better than anyone else.
Our friendship has lasted for quite some time now, surviving quarrels and arguments.
But I can't recall a single word of caring, coming from his lips.
His letters yes, in those he could tell me he missed my company, my wit.
Never in the flesh though.
Is he unable to? Can't he admit aloud to care for another person?
If it's that, he'd better learn quickly.
Very quickly.
~tbc?~
A/N : Not much happened in this chapter, I know. It just ... came out this way. Hope you don't mind!
