Never stop,
By: Vanacorien.
Warnings and Disclaimers: Yaoi angst, R rating for violence adult language and sex/sexual situations. I do not own the Gundam boys Sam I am I do not like Green eggs and ham.
A/N: I am soooooo sorry for not updating sooner! I have had so much bull going on you wouldn't believe half of it! And I know you guys are going to kill me but I have some bad news; I'm leaving the 27th of June for Mexico and I won't be back until the 11th of July. Please don't hate me because I'm taking my lap top with me so that I can continue writing. Hey I have to have some thing to do on the flight from Maryland to Houston and so on and so forth. I am very sorry for the delay in update and will repent fully. Thanks and enjoy!
Chapter Four of Never Stop: The Furry of the Failed and the Pain of the Scorned
Wufei lead Quatre up the grand stairs and down a long, thin hallway, turning to the right at a forked corner, he patiently waited for Quatre to catch up and pounced immediately. "How could you not tell us you had another boyfriend!?" He hissed with a slightly bemused disapproving look on his face. Quatre stared for a moment before blushing a deep beet red, sputtering. "Trowa's not my boy friend!" He quickly pushed past his friend toward the last line of doors leading to his apartment. Wufei was in hot pursuit and began berating him with questions. Wufei out of nature was a great worrier especially when it came to his friends, which also meant he was very nosey. Especially about Quatre, whom he had always had a certain brotherly fondness for, which is why he was attacking this with the same zeal as a dog would a juicy bone. When Wufei asked for the third time if they had slept together, Quatre was sure that he would have died on the spot from embarrassment if they hadn't just reached his door.
Grabbing the keys from Wufei's limp hand, he scowled at the Chinese man who went unaffected by the display. Sighing heavily, he turned around facing Wufei fully. "Trowa is not my boyfriend, I mean, I know what it must have looked like with me showing up with him, but he refused to let me go alone. He said if he didn't go, I didn't go. And that he didn't feel right letting me go back to the place where . . . where my attacker might be staying." Wufei then quirked an eyebrow at Trowa's insistence to come with Quatre, but nodded in agreement just as well. Quatre turned again and opened first the dead bolt lock he himself had put on, and then the regular door lock mandatory for all the apartment doors.
Pushing the plain mahogany door open he looked into the apartment his eyes scanning some what worriedly around the place. The front door opened into the living room, a large tan leather couch sat cozy against one wall while two beaten arm chairs were set in front of it, facing the TV. There was no coffee table. The living room spilled over into the dinning room/kitchen with an old electric stove and a small glass table set. The counters were an old rosy pink and the tiles on the lower part of the walls, a dusty sage green.
Quatre remembered for a few seconds what it had been like when he first came to live with Jason. He had been so happy. He had been living at his old family home in Manhattan for a while and though he knew they wouldn't say anything, he felt that his father and uncle were a bit worried about him. Which was why moving in with his boyfriend had been such a good idea. The first few months had been hectic; Jason hadn't wanted Quatre to move in too much of his belongings, not wanting it to seem too 'permanent'. Though they had been seeing each other for two years, so Quatre had only moved in a few of his pictures, some changes of clothes, and a few of his other necessities. After that, Jason asked that he begin to make half the rent payments, which he himself only thought fair. He was living there after all. He was even somewhat thankful for that, as it introduced him to Wufei and Treize. After that however, things started getting dark and going downhill fast.
"Quatre are you alright?" Startled out of his reminiscing he looked up quickly to find his friend's shining onyx eyes trained on his, with worry evident in the frown on his face and the crease of his brow. Quatre put on his best fake smile, clapping his hands loudly he nodded and said. "I'm fine Wufei, now lets get to work!"
Exactly fifteen minuets later Quatre and Wufei were both leaving the apartment. It took less time than they had thought it would, in truth Quatre hadn't had all that much to move into the apartment in the first place. As Quatre and Wufei walked from the bedroom and into the living room Wufei looked questioningly at the small file folder box that held all of Quatre's possessions from the apartment. "Are you sure that's everything Quatre?" Quatre smiled and nodded, shifting the box in his arms slightly as he shuddered. It had suddenly gotten a little colder in the room, but he didn't pay it much mind. "I didn't take much from my father's house, and well, Jason didn't want me to move too much of my things in here. He said it felt like too much commitment at once. He didn't want me to move much of my stuff in here so he could keep as much of his as possible." Wufei scowled his face going dark.
"Disgusting barbarian! You know Quatre, I'm very glad that you made it out of here in time that night. If he was cruel to you before that, I don't know what he would have done to you had he caught you." He shivered again not totally from the chill this time. Quatre frowned in puzzlement. Where was that coming from? "Hey Wufei," He began; Wufei suddenly stiffened and motioned for silence. Quatre obeyed without question, watching as Wufei's face went dark. Suddenly he was urging Quatre to the door saying loudly. "Well that's enough business in here now. We should head down stairs, Trowa might be waiting." He pushed Quatre none too gently out the door. Shutting it firmly and locking it from the outside in his wake. He turned back to Quatre urgently taking the box from his friend's hands. "Wufei what in the world-?" "There was someone in there!" He hissed, Quatre's blood ran cold. Wufei set the box down harshly, listening intently for sounds coming from inside the apartment. "Go downstairs quick and find Trowa, tell him what's happening, and call the police from the front desk. Go quickly, got it?"
Quatre shuddered but shook his head no. "No! Wufei what if he breaks out of the room? What if he hurts you! No, I couldn't allow-." Wufei put his hands on his friends' shoulders grasping him firmly. "Then it'll just be another charge of assault added to the list. And besides, he's no third Dan at anything." Wufei smiled cynically. "If he touches me he'll regret it. And I won't let him touch you again. Now go quickly!" Quatre nodded and turned to jog toward the stairs. Turning back one last time he cast a glance at Wufei who was listening tensely at the door. "Wufei, are you cer-." The young Chinese gave him a small glare and jerked his finger in the way of the stairs. "Go now or I'll beat you my self!" Quatre nodded, that being enough motivation for anyone set off at a fast jog, getting faster as he went, almost skidding on the turn around the next bend in the hall. When at last the top of the stairs was in sight, he let out a relieved breath releasing a bundle of pent up nerves. He was almost there, though he still worried for Wufei he knew that if he didn't get help not only could he endanger Wufei, but he could also endanger himself again. He felt a few moments of panic crawl into his chest making his heart ache in it's' cage for a moment, before he stopped it, standing up straight.
Wufei needed back up now; he didn't have time to panic. As he jogged the last few steps to the stairs he suddenly heard the heavy beats of feet behind him, and gasped turning with horror too lately recognizing the sound. He was thrown to the ground as the massive weight of another body crashed into him. His body turned only halfway before he fell, knocking the breath out of him, and making it impossible to cry out when he landed painfully on his hip. With the impact of loosing his breath momentarily, he stared horrified into the deep gray eyes of his ex-lover.
'Scream!' He shouted at himself as he stared into the cold, furious eyes of the man he once thought he could love. 'Scream before he finishes what he started!!' He drug in a breath twisting and wriggling trying to unseat his attacker. The man would have none of that. A strong crushing hand clamped over Quatre's mouth, bruising the still tender flesh and silencing his prey. Quatre's eyes widened in terror and he wrestled his attacker all the more. The man smiled down at him, then settled all of his weight on Quatre's body. "Oh, I don't think so, not after what happened last time angel. Your not going anywhere without me, babe. Do you understand?" He flexed the hand holding Quatre's mouth silent, forcing the tender flesh of Quatre's cheeks to grind against his teeth. The cold coiled in his belly, and Quatre fought back the whimper that was begging to rise from the back of his throat.
Jason picked his weight from Quatre, allowing little reprieve as Quatre sucked in air through his nose. Using one hand Jason harshly grabbed Quatre's small wrists in his hand, moving forward over Quatre he pinned them over the man's head while flattening his hand over them. He leaned down close to Quatre, there noses almost touching. Quatre quivered with the urge to draw back in revulsion. His eyes were trying to see past Jason. Wufei! He wanted to scream, Trowa! "Don't even think about it you little whore!" The grip on both his mouth and wrists tightened harshly, Quatre bucked in pain his cry muffled behind his captors hand.
Jason smiled cruelly; his eyes were as frozen chips of icy intent shining in a dull manner. He looked somewhat crazed as he moved his hand lower. Taking it away from Quatre's mouth and rubbing it gently along his throat. "I saw him in the entry way. I saw you walk in with him; I know why you left now. I know why you abandoned me. Why you wouldn't give me any, you were taking it from him weren't you? Skinny ass little Latino looking fucker and you didn't want it with me did you, you little slut?" His face turned dark, eyes glowing, and his hand unconsciously tightened on Quatre's throat stealing the blonde's breath. Quatre struggled even harder against Jason shaking his head. "You don't understand he's not my bo-!"Tears prickled his eyes and his vision blacked as Jason picked his head up from the floor slamming it down into the hard stone. "Don't you lie you little cunt! Why else would you have gone? I wanted you, I needed you and you wouldn't give it to me! Well, that's all gonna change, just as soon as I take care of your hot shot fuck toy! I've got something right here that'll take care of all his worries for good. And you," He leaned closer biting at Quatre's ear then whispering lowly. "You'll finally give me what I deserve."
"I'll say he will!" Jason looked up momentarily and that's what cost him. Eyes blazing the young Chinese man reared back and kicked Jason in the stomach with all of his might. The large Brunet released Quatre rolling with the kick to ease his pain of the blow and bring back his breath. Quatre scrambled away on his butt his eyes wide and teary. He stared for a moment at the fallen man, and then at his friends face, his eyes tearing more. "Wufei." He half whispered half sobbed.
His friend turned his gaze on him and advanced leaning down and grasping Quatre's fore arms. "Quatre get up now!" His dazed mind processed what his friend had said and wasted no more time. He scrambled to his feet nearly tripping in his haste as he heard the horrible squelching sound of flesh on flesh. No! He didn't want this to happen! He didn't want Wufei to get hurt, he wanted, he wanted, "Trowa!" More tears sprung to his eye's as he finally reached the banister of the stair way. He watched as if in a dream as Trowa and Treize began to race up the stairs. His heart soaring, yes! Thank god! Until he heard the small click, and the cold metal pressed against the base of his neck. "No, little whore, you don't."
"Quatre hold on!" Oh .My .God. Those were the only words that could process in his mind. What the hell was another choice, but he'd rather not involve the devil in this, it would just all go further down hill from there. He had stopped, dead in his tracks Treize stopping just so behind him as they both stared in horror at the man standing behind Quatre. One arm moving around the blonde's shoulders, and the other was holding a walther 380 pqs.
Trowa's mind worked fast, his eyes focused entirely on the blonde man before him. He was trembling, his eyes wide in untold fear, his face had gone pale and colorless and tears were streaming down his face. "Quatre," Trowa said calmly, taking a slight step fore ward. "Don't you fucking move." He stilled immediately, his eyes turning cold as they landed on the man who was holding Quatre at gunpoint. He would have been handsome, his skin was tanned not like Trowa's but he didn't look too pale. His hair was black as pitch, his face had a chiseled decidedly roman look and his eyes were chips of bright granite. He would have looked nice, if he wasn't holding an innocent young man at gunpoint.
"Just take it easy, were not going to do anything." He said tonelessly. Treize stiffened beside him as if unconsciously saying. 'The hell were not!' when he inhaled sharply. Jason began to slowly move down the stairs clutching Quatre to him as though he was a doll or a shield. "I know you won't do anything, fancy Mr. Barton. He's a good little toy to have around isn't he? My little babe here, he's a real treat all 'I don't wan' to bother you 'I don't want to trouble you' and then what does he do?" Trowa and Treize backed slowly down the stairs with each advancing step Jason took, Jason's eyes shined like a mad man as he took his arm from around Quatre, grabbing the blonde by the scruff of the neck, shaking Quatre by his hair. "He goes and shacks up with some Latino looking fucker leaving me high and dry!" Quatre tried to jerk away from the painful pull on his scalp, his nerves burning. "Please stop!" He yelled bringing his fingers up to gauge at Jason's hands and wrists as the threatened to pull out all of his hair. His fingers scored flesh but only for a few moments before he was thrown hard at the floor.
Trowa watched in horror as Jason aimed the gun at the shaking form on the floor. Cocking back the weapon he took aim with precision. "If I can't have you, then no one can, I won't let them angel." Quatre turned on the sound of the gun cocking his pale Aqua eyes widening as he looked at the weapon pointed directly at his heart. "I won't let them." And with that he pulled the trigger.
AN: Yay! I left you at another cliff hanger!! But I have the next chappi all typed and raring to go so I won't make you wait too long this time. I think I could have done better with this chappi myself, but I have just been having a really bad time sorting things out. Oh well, the next one is coming up soon so don't you worry. Please give me your thoughts and any constructive criticism you can think of. Thanks and Ja Ne!!
Explanations for the Gun The 380 PQS is a real gun, it was brought to the publics attention as the favorite hand gun of the international man of mystery James Bond ((played First by Shaun Conery and then Pierce Brosnen)) I wanted to use a specific gun type to show that there was something cool to Trowa besides the sexy doctor thing. But how does our law abiding Doctor know about guns o.0? That and I wanted to give it more description than 'the small black gun'. Oh, and BTW I don't really believe that Trowa is Latino, though a whole lot of fangirl's seem to like that idea. I've always thought he was either French or maybe German though I doubt that.
Warnings and Disclaimers: Yaoi angst, R rating for violence adult language and sex/sexual situations. I do not own the Gundam boys Sam I am I do not like Green eggs and ham.
A/N: I am soooooo sorry for not updating sooner! I have had so much bull going on you wouldn't believe half of it! And I know you guys are going to kill me but I have some bad news; I'm leaving the 27th of June for Mexico and I won't be back until the 11th of July. Please don't hate me because I'm taking my lap top with me so that I can continue writing. Hey I have to have some thing to do on the flight from Maryland to Houston and so on and so forth. I am very sorry for the delay in update and will repent fully. Thanks and enjoy!
Chapter Four of Never Stop: The Furry of the Failed and the Pain of the Scorned
Wufei lead Quatre up the grand stairs and down a long, thin hallway, turning to the right at a forked corner, he patiently waited for Quatre to catch up and pounced immediately. "How could you not tell us you had another boyfriend!?" He hissed with a slightly bemused disapproving look on his face. Quatre stared for a moment before blushing a deep beet red, sputtering. "Trowa's not my boy friend!" He quickly pushed past his friend toward the last line of doors leading to his apartment. Wufei was in hot pursuit and began berating him with questions. Wufei out of nature was a great worrier especially when it came to his friends, which also meant he was very nosey. Especially about Quatre, whom he had always had a certain brotherly fondness for, which is why he was attacking this with the same zeal as a dog would a juicy bone. When Wufei asked for the third time if they had slept together, Quatre was sure that he would have died on the spot from embarrassment if they hadn't just reached his door.
Grabbing the keys from Wufei's limp hand, he scowled at the Chinese man who went unaffected by the display. Sighing heavily, he turned around facing Wufei fully. "Trowa is not my boyfriend, I mean, I know what it must have looked like with me showing up with him, but he refused to let me go alone. He said if he didn't go, I didn't go. And that he didn't feel right letting me go back to the place where . . . where my attacker might be staying." Wufei then quirked an eyebrow at Trowa's insistence to come with Quatre, but nodded in agreement just as well. Quatre turned again and opened first the dead bolt lock he himself had put on, and then the regular door lock mandatory for all the apartment doors.
Pushing the plain mahogany door open he looked into the apartment his eyes scanning some what worriedly around the place. The front door opened into the living room, a large tan leather couch sat cozy against one wall while two beaten arm chairs were set in front of it, facing the TV. There was no coffee table. The living room spilled over into the dinning room/kitchen with an old electric stove and a small glass table set. The counters were an old rosy pink and the tiles on the lower part of the walls, a dusty sage green.
Quatre remembered for a few seconds what it had been like when he first came to live with Jason. He had been so happy. He had been living at his old family home in Manhattan for a while and though he knew they wouldn't say anything, he felt that his father and uncle were a bit worried about him. Which was why moving in with his boyfriend had been such a good idea. The first few months had been hectic; Jason hadn't wanted Quatre to move in too much of his belongings, not wanting it to seem too 'permanent'. Though they had been seeing each other for two years, so Quatre had only moved in a few of his pictures, some changes of clothes, and a few of his other necessities. After that, Jason asked that he begin to make half the rent payments, which he himself only thought fair. He was living there after all. He was even somewhat thankful for that, as it introduced him to Wufei and Treize. After that however, things started getting dark and going downhill fast.
"Quatre are you alright?" Startled out of his reminiscing he looked up quickly to find his friend's shining onyx eyes trained on his, with worry evident in the frown on his face and the crease of his brow. Quatre put on his best fake smile, clapping his hands loudly he nodded and said. "I'm fine Wufei, now lets get to work!"
Exactly fifteen minuets later Quatre and Wufei were both leaving the apartment. It took less time than they had thought it would, in truth Quatre hadn't had all that much to move into the apartment in the first place. As Quatre and Wufei walked from the bedroom and into the living room Wufei looked questioningly at the small file folder box that held all of Quatre's possessions from the apartment. "Are you sure that's everything Quatre?" Quatre smiled and nodded, shifting the box in his arms slightly as he shuddered. It had suddenly gotten a little colder in the room, but he didn't pay it much mind. "I didn't take much from my father's house, and well, Jason didn't want me to move too much of my things in here. He said it felt like too much commitment at once. He didn't want me to move much of my stuff in here so he could keep as much of his as possible." Wufei scowled his face going dark.
"Disgusting barbarian! You know Quatre, I'm very glad that you made it out of here in time that night. If he was cruel to you before that, I don't know what he would have done to you had he caught you." He shivered again not totally from the chill this time. Quatre frowned in puzzlement. Where was that coming from? "Hey Wufei," He began; Wufei suddenly stiffened and motioned for silence. Quatre obeyed without question, watching as Wufei's face went dark. Suddenly he was urging Quatre to the door saying loudly. "Well that's enough business in here now. We should head down stairs, Trowa might be waiting." He pushed Quatre none too gently out the door. Shutting it firmly and locking it from the outside in his wake. He turned back to Quatre urgently taking the box from his friend's hands. "Wufei what in the world-?" "There was someone in there!" He hissed, Quatre's blood ran cold. Wufei set the box down harshly, listening intently for sounds coming from inside the apartment. "Go downstairs quick and find Trowa, tell him what's happening, and call the police from the front desk. Go quickly, got it?"
Quatre shuddered but shook his head no. "No! Wufei what if he breaks out of the room? What if he hurts you! No, I couldn't allow-." Wufei put his hands on his friends' shoulders grasping him firmly. "Then it'll just be another charge of assault added to the list. And besides, he's no third Dan at anything." Wufei smiled cynically. "If he touches me he'll regret it. And I won't let him touch you again. Now go quickly!" Quatre nodded and turned to jog toward the stairs. Turning back one last time he cast a glance at Wufei who was listening tensely at the door. "Wufei, are you cer-." The young Chinese gave him a small glare and jerked his finger in the way of the stairs. "Go now or I'll beat you my self!" Quatre nodded, that being enough motivation for anyone set off at a fast jog, getting faster as he went, almost skidding on the turn around the next bend in the hall. When at last the top of the stairs was in sight, he let out a relieved breath releasing a bundle of pent up nerves. He was almost there, though he still worried for Wufei he knew that if he didn't get help not only could he endanger Wufei, but he could also endanger himself again. He felt a few moments of panic crawl into his chest making his heart ache in it's' cage for a moment, before he stopped it, standing up straight.
Wufei needed back up now; he didn't have time to panic. As he jogged the last few steps to the stairs he suddenly heard the heavy beats of feet behind him, and gasped turning with horror too lately recognizing the sound. He was thrown to the ground as the massive weight of another body crashed into him. His body turned only halfway before he fell, knocking the breath out of him, and making it impossible to cry out when he landed painfully on his hip. With the impact of loosing his breath momentarily, he stared horrified into the deep gray eyes of his ex-lover.
'Scream!' He shouted at himself as he stared into the cold, furious eyes of the man he once thought he could love. 'Scream before he finishes what he started!!' He drug in a breath twisting and wriggling trying to unseat his attacker. The man would have none of that. A strong crushing hand clamped over Quatre's mouth, bruising the still tender flesh and silencing his prey. Quatre's eyes widened in terror and he wrestled his attacker all the more. The man smiled down at him, then settled all of his weight on Quatre's body. "Oh, I don't think so, not after what happened last time angel. Your not going anywhere without me, babe. Do you understand?" He flexed the hand holding Quatre's mouth silent, forcing the tender flesh of Quatre's cheeks to grind against his teeth. The cold coiled in his belly, and Quatre fought back the whimper that was begging to rise from the back of his throat.
Jason picked his weight from Quatre, allowing little reprieve as Quatre sucked in air through his nose. Using one hand Jason harshly grabbed Quatre's small wrists in his hand, moving forward over Quatre he pinned them over the man's head while flattening his hand over them. He leaned down close to Quatre, there noses almost touching. Quatre quivered with the urge to draw back in revulsion. His eyes were trying to see past Jason. Wufei! He wanted to scream, Trowa! "Don't even think about it you little whore!" The grip on both his mouth and wrists tightened harshly, Quatre bucked in pain his cry muffled behind his captors hand.
Jason smiled cruelly; his eyes were as frozen chips of icy intent shining in a dull manner. He looked somewhat crazed as he moved his hand lower. Taking it away from Quatre's mouth and rubbing it gently along his throat. "I saw him in the entry way. I saw you walk in with him; I know why you left now. I know why you abandoned me. Why you wouldn't give me any, you were taking it from him weren't you? Skinny ass little Latino looking fucker and you didn't want it with me did you, you little slut?" His face turned dark, eyes glowing, and his hand unconsciously tightened on Quatre's throat stealing the blonde's breath. Quatre struggled even harder against Jason shaking his head. "You don't understand he's not my bo-!"Tears prickled his eyes and his vision blacked as Jason picked his head up from the floor slamming it down into the hard stone. "Don't you lie you little cunt! Why else would you have gone? I wanted you, I needed you and you wouldn't give it to me! Well, that's all gonna change, just as soon as I take care of your hot shot fuck toy! I've got something right here that'll take care of all his worries for good. And you," He leaned closer biting at Quatre's ear then whispering lowly. "You'll finally give me what I deserve."
"I'll say he will!" Jason looked up momentarily and that's what cost him. Eyes blazing the young Chinese man reared back and kicked Jason in the stomach with all of his might. The large Brunet released Quatre rolling with the kick to ease his pain of the blow and bring back his breath. Quatre scrambled away on his butt his eyes wide and teary. He stared for a moment at the fallen man, and then at his friends face, his eyes tearing more. "Wufei." He half whispered half sobbed.
His friend turned his gaze on him and advanced leaning down and grasping Quatre's fore arms. "Quatre get up now!" His dazed mind processed what his friend had said and wasted no more time. He scrambled to his feet nearly tripping in his haste as he heard the horrible squelching sound of flesh on flesh. No! He didn't want this to happen! He didn't want Wufei to get hurt, he wanted, he wanted, "Trowa!" More tears sprung to his eye's as he finally reached the banister of the stair way. He watched as if in a dream as Trowa and Treize began to race up the stairs. His heart soaring, yes! Thank god! Until he heard the small click, and the cold metal pressed against the base of his neck. "No, little whore, you don't."
"Quatre hold on!" Oh .My .God. Those were the only words that could process in his mind. What the hell was another choice, but he'd rather not involve the devil in this, it would just all go further down hill from there. He had stopped, dead in his tracks Treize stopping just so behind him as they both stared in horror at the man standing behind Quatre. One arm moving around the blonde's shoulders, and the other was holding a walther 380 pqs.
Trowa's mind worked fast, his eyes focused entirely on the blonde man before him. He was trembling, his eyes wide in untold fear, his face had gone pale and colorless and tears were streaming down his face. "Quatre," Trowa said calmly, taking a slight step fore ward. "Don't you fucking move." He stilled immediately, his eyes turning cold as they landed on the man who was holding Quatre at gunpoint. He would have been handsome, his skin was tanned not like Trowa's but he didn't look too pale. His hair was black as pitch, his face had a chiseled decidedly roman look and his eyes were chips of bright granite. He would have looked nice, if he wasn't holding an innocent young man at gunpoint.
"Just take it easy, were not going to do anything." He said tonelessly. Treize stiffened beside him as if unconsciously saying. 'The hell were not!' when he inhaled sharply. Jason began to slowly move down the stairs clutching Quatre to him as though he was a doll or a shield. "I know you won't do anything, fancy Mr. Barton. He's a good little toy to have around isn't he? My little babe here, he's a real treat all 'I don't wan' to bother you 'I don't want to trouble you' and then what does he do?" Trowa and Treize backed slowly down the stairs with each advancing step Jason took, Jason's eyes shined like a mad man as he took his arm from around Quatre, grabbing the blonde by the scruff of the neck, shaking Quatre by his hair. "He goes and shacks up with some Latino looking fucker leaving me high and dry!" Quatre tried to jerk away from the painful pull on his scalp, his nerves burning. "Please stop!" He yelled bringing his fingers up to gauge at Jason's hands and wrists as the threatened to pull out all of his hair. His fingers scored flesh but only for a few moments before he was thrown hard at the floor.
Trowa watched in horror as Jason aimed the gun at the shaking form on the floor. Cocking back the weapon he took aim with precision. "If I can't have you, then no one can, I won't let them angel." Quatre turned on the sound of the gun cocking his pale Aqua eyes widening as he looked at the weapon pointed directly at his heart. "I won't let them." And with that he pulled the trigger.
AN: Yay! I left you at another cliff hanger!! But I have the next chappi all typed and raring to go so I won't make you wait too long this time. I think I could have done better with this chappi myself, but I have just been having a really bad time sorting things out. Oh well, the next one is coming up soon so don't you worry. Please give me your thoughts and any constructive criticism you can think of. Thanks and Ja Ne!!
Explanations for the Gun The 380 PQS is a real gun, it was brought to the publics attention as the favorite hand gun of the international man of mystery James Bond ((played First by Shaun Conery and then Pierce Brosnen)) I wanted to use a specific gun type to show that there was something cool to Trowa besides the sexy doctor thing. But how does our law abiding Doctor know about guns o.0? That and I wanted to give it more description than 'the small black gun'. Oh, and BTW I don't really believe that Trowa is Latino, though a whole lot of fangirl's seem to like that idea. I've always thought he was either French or maybe German though I doubt that.