Breaking the chain

by Wren

Disclaimer : Gundam Wing isn't mine.

A/N : Treize/Wufei, slight sap (sorry!), oocness (please tell me how bad!)

Thanks to the people who reviewed the third chapter of this :

To Gogo : Well, I am not really up to writing a lemon I think, so I'm afraid I can't oblige your request, even if I do admit the idea is interesting as well as appealing. Sorry for making this the last chapter ; it just came out this way. Thank you very much for sticking with it!

To Jane Silver : ^^; Yes, well, I'm not sure if anyone can really explain love. I admit it wasn't my intention to explain their attraction in this fic ; I just based this on a given situation. If there's going to be a next time, I'll try to make things a bit more logical and well-grounded. Thank you for reading and reviewing!

Hope you'll enjoy the end of this story!

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Wufei was slightly confused.

I am threatening his life! How can he just lie there without even trying to dissuade me?

Doesn't he believe me?

He felt the anger rise in him.

Yessss, that must be it.

He doesn't believe his dragon would ever really dare to harm him.

Well, I have news for you, general Kushrenada.

You no longer hold any power over me.

The only one controlling my actions is me.

"Don't mock me, Treize." A small increase of the pressure put on his blade.

A small stream of blood trinkling down, staining the white sheets.

Red ... I remember.

He made me bleed once too, one time only. Never again.

"Wufei?" A soft voice, worried. Wufei wanted to scream.

The look on his face that night ... so afraid he had hurt me.

I never saw that in his eyes again.

"Why?" he asked, visions of other nights swimming before his eyes. "WHY?"

If you really cared, why didn't you tell me?

If you didn't want to hurt me, why do you insist on humiliating me?

Your actions, your eyes, your words ... they are conflicting.

I can't make sense of them.

"Why what, Wufei?" Friendly. Patiently. Caring?

"Why can't you ever say you love me?" His voice was breaking.

Weakling! I can't afford to be this weak in front of him.

He's my enemy! He always was that, never ... never my lover.

It was all a game to him.

"I'm sorry. I wished I could." Treize sounded tired.

Not just tired because of being awakened in the middle of the night.

Tired of life? No, he can't be. I'm just imagining things.

Either that, or he's trying to deceive me.

"Will you kill me now?" It almost sounded like a plea.

Wufei felt sick.

"This .. game you two are playing will destroy you both in the end."

Zechs' words ... was he right?

"I can't just stand by and let that happen."

What does he know about our relationship? About the taunts, the humiliations ...

How could he understand us?

He can't. No one can.

Not even me or Treize.

It's our own deeds that have brought us here, yet neither of us saw this coming.

"You have to stop this!"

Zechs -Milliardo- was right though ; I - we have to end this.

Can we?

Without either of us dying or killing the other?

"I loved you." he told Treize. His voice was toneless.

"I know. I understand why you no longer have such feelings anymore. Perhaps it's better this way, for both of us. I can't blame you for hating me. It's what I ... deserve."

It wasn't what Wufei wanted to hear.

Not this, this acceptance of guilt. This acceptance of death at my hands as punishment.

"Did you love me? Did you ever care for me?" he demanded.

"Dragon ... have I ... hurt you?"

"Wufei?"

"Mine, forever mine."

Is that what I was to you, a prized possession?

"Does it matter?" The answer surprised him.

Evasive.

"Do you love me?"

You owe me the answer.

Perhaps you can't say it outright, those three simple words you always seemed to want to hear from me, so I will give you a chance to say it differently now. By a simple 'yes'.

Is that so much to ask?

Or was Zechs mistaken? I have nothing but his words and some faded memories as proof that you really care. I need more.

Treize tried to turn his head, to look away.

"Answer me! I have a right to know!"

"Yes." A soft whisper.

"What?"

"Yes. But it can't be."

"Can't be?!?" Wufei screeched. "How can you say that? Did all of our meetings tell you nothing?"

"I only hurt you."

True. A voice in his head remarked.

Yet not all of his memories were bad.

"If you knew it, then why did you continue? Why didn't you change it?"

You were the leader in this relationship.

You initiated our first kiss, organized our first meeting.

"I didn't know how."

"I do. Zechs does." The words left his lips before he could stop them.

Treize's eyes widened. "Milliardo?"

Wufei smiled. "You're not as alone as you think. You don't have to be all by yourself."

"Dragon, don't you get lonely in this endless war? This endless shedding of blood?"

I remember you told me that.

Don't you?

"I ... "

"Do you think you could live with me taking some decisions about our meetings?"

"There's no shame in giving in to someone stronger."

"Let me comfort you. Let me hold you, if just for tonight. Tomorow, you can be strong again."

His own words.

"Yes." Treize said. "I think I can." There was a hint of a smile in his voice.

Perhaps he remembers it too.

"Good."

Wufei bent over to kiss his lover.

Mine.

As I was his, so he will be mine now.

Like it should have been from the beginning, if only I'd have had the strength to see it.

"Uhm, dragon? Could you remove your blade from my throat? It's getting rather uncomfortable."

Wufei chuckled and complied.

~Owari~

A/N : Bad? Good? Somewhere in between? Please let me know!