Title: "Post-War Battles: Part Two"
Category: Drama/Yaoi
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: 3x4/4x3, 1+2 hints
Warnings: Yaoi, violence, a little language, takes place right after Endless Waltz, :: :: indicates character thoughts
Author Name: Neko Maxwell

Disclaimers: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of it's characters. I write fan fiction for entertainment only.

Post-War Battles: Part Two

By Neko Maxwell

Quatre and Trowa spent the whole day together. First, they went to L2 to visit Heero and Duo. Construction of the Maxwell Church was coming along nicely: it was halfway finished, thanks to Duo's spirit and Heero's strength. After spending the morning talking and remarking about the Church, they went to have lunch together. As usual, Duo ate like his stomach was a black hole. Quatre and Heero ate one meal, but Trowa hardly touched his food. It didn't go to waste though, Duo made sure of that. After lunch, Quatre and Trowa flew back to L4.

"Trowa, are you ok?" Quatre asked during their flight back, very concerned for his koi. He had noticed that Trowa was very distracted since he got back from his walk the night before.

"I'm fine Quatre," Trowa answered. He took Quatre's hand and the rest of the trip was spent in silence. Quatre wanted to believe Trowa, but he felt that something was wrong. No matter how much it bothered him, Quatre kept it to himself and tried to enjoy the rest of his time with Trowa.

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When they arrived back on L4, out for a walk. During their walk, they stopped in a few stores. The sun was setting as they started their trip back to the estate.

"Quatre, did we go in this store?" Trowa asked, pointing to a bookstore.

"No, do you want to go there?" Quatre had the feeling that Trowa is trying to keep him away from the estate for some reason.

"Sure."

They walked into the bookstore and looked around there for awhile. Next to the bookstore stood an antique shop, where they found themselves after the bookshop. Here, Quatre discovered a small figure of two cats. One was gray and the other was white, slightly smaller than the gray one. They were cuddled together with a red rose between them.

"Oh Trowa look," said Quatre, pointing to the figure of the cats. "It's adorable!!"

Without saying a word, Trowa picked it up, went to the register and bought it for him. Walking out of the store, Quatre looked at him with big, sweet eyes and took his hand.

"Thank you Trowa," he said with love in his voice. Trowa put his arm around him as they walked home. Trowa was sure that the Maguanacs had a good defense set up at the estate by now, so he felt it was alright to return.

Quatre and Trowa were in sight of Quatre's estate when three muscular figures appeared before them. The darkness was their perfect cover so their faces couldn't be seen.

"Okay boys, move in!" Malo instructed and smiled evilly. "It's not every day one can kill an ex-gundam pilot. But this is a pleasure indeed: we get the opportunity to kill two of them."

Trowa recognized his voice immediately and held Quatre close.

"Don't worry boys, we're just here to kill you. Now stand still and you won't feel a thing." Brujo drew a gun while he spoke and aimed for Quatre. He was about to fire, but Trowa was faster. He pulled out a gun and fired at Brujo, killing him instantly. He then went after the leader and they engaged in a fist-fight.

"Damn you!!" Enemigo said, as he pulled out a sword, ready to cut Quatre's head off. All fear Quatre had disappeared because with Trowa, he knew everything would be alright. He ducked out of the way of the sword and landed a hard punch on his assassin's stomach. He lost the strength of hold the sword and lay sprawled on the ground. Quatre began a series of rapid punches and kicks to the sadist.

Somehow, Enemigo managed to grab Quatre's leg and knocked him over. He then landed a punch on Quatre's face. Quatre quickly got up and dogged the next punch. His leap landed him near Brujo's gun. As Enemigo made a flying jump at him, Quatre grabbed the gun and pointed it right at his assassin's head.

"Sorry," he said softly right before he fired, killing the second assassin. After he fired, he put the gun down on the ground next to him.

He looked over to Trowa, who just got knocked down to the ground. Trowa became very proud of his koi. Smiling at him, Trowa moved closer to Quatre.

"Go to hell ex-gundam pilot!!!!!!!!" Malo shouted angrily. He took a gun out of his pocket and fired at Quatre.

::I'll kill that one first, then finish with my opponent::

Quatre didn't see until it was too late. With nothing else to do, he closed his eyes, prepared to die.

:: So this is the end. I love you Trowa ::

He heard the shot fire, but didn't feel anything. Quatre was sure he was in heaven, watching over his beloved Trowa. But when he opened his eyes, the picture was completely different. Trowa stood in front of him...with blood dripping down his back. It was at the moment that Quatre realized that Trowa jumped in front of him at the last minute and took the bullet for him. It hit right in his chest, barely missing his heart. In the distance, Quatre heard Malo laughing his sadistic cruel laugh. With tears in his eyes, Quatre picked up the gun, stood in front of Trowa, and fired at the wicked man before him. Quatre kept firing until he was sure the foul man is dead. Quatre then dropped the gun and went to help Trowa.

"I'm sorry Trowa," said Quatre, holding Trowa in his arms. Trowa lost the strength to speak, but was somehow still alive. He made moaning and sighing sounds to let Quatre know that he wasn't dead.

More figures appeared in the distance, running towards the two ex-gundam pilots.

"More assassins?" Quatre asked himself. He didn't let go of Trowa. He heard the voices shouting at them.

"Master Quatre! Master Quatre!"

"Rashid!" Quatre looked up at Rashid and the rest of the Maguanacs. "Trowa's hurt! He's been shot!" he said urgently. Quatre's eye were still not dry from the tears he shed. The Maguanacs rushed the two boys back to the estate to be treated.

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The next morning, Trowa awoke to the feeling of sunlight on his face. Twitching his hand, he felt something warm: like another hand holding his. He looked over to find Quatre, asleep in a chair next to his bed, holding his hand.

Trowa sat up and leaned against the pillows. The gunshot wound still hurt like hell, but Trowa was able to stand it. Trowa leaned over and gave Quatre a soft kiss on his head, feeling his beautiful golden hair. As Trowa sat back up against the pillows, Quatre stirred and woke up.

:: He's alive!! I didn't lose him after all!! ::

"Trowa!" Quatre didn't even try to hide the excitement he felt. He gave Trowa a gentle hug and a sweet kiss. "I was afraid you would die." He held Trowa close. Tears of joy came to his eyes.

"Let me tell you something Quatre," Trowa said after Quatre lat go of him. Quatre gazed into Trowa's sparkling emerald eyes.

"We are what the people call ex-gundam pilots. There are still those that reject us, even though the war is over. Even though the Preventers are here to rid the world of retaliations, we must still fight these post-war battles against these retaliations. It's just the way it was meant to be. So, even in this time of peace, we must still be strong and fight these battles."

"I understand Trowa," Quatre said. There was a small pause. "But Trowa..."

"Yeah"

"Let's fight these post-war battles together."

"Alright Quatre."

Their lips attracted to each other as if they were two magnets. Their long, sweet kiss lasted as if they are locked in place and the key was thrown away.

*~* Owari *~*

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Special thanks to:

Ryuu Yuy for storyline help.

Tara for editing (and being "picky").