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Blood Love Chapter 14

Quatre woke again with the sun shining cheerfully down upon him. He hated it. How dare everything seem so happy! Trowa was dead. How could anyone be happy? Throwing the covers off him, with no regard for making the bed, which Duo had slaved over, just to make it as comfortable as money would allow. Forget Duo. He was happy too. And Heero. They were both stupid. And happy. Trowa was dead how could they be happy. Quatre threw on a pair of the darkest pants he had and the most gothic 'leave me alone' shirt he could find before shoving the door open and storming down the stairs, past Duo who looked shocked and through the front door, slamming it hard enough to shake the frame. He ignored his best friend's cries for him to come back, and was glad when Heero finally shut Duo up and convinced him to come back inside.

He walked to his house, not wanting to come in contact with anyone. Not wanting to talk with anyone. He hated life, hated it so much he wished he were dead. The blonde paused, stopping so suddenly that the man walking behind him ran into him and nearly fell over; "Gomennasai!" the voice sounded vaguely familiar and Quatre's thoughts left him as he turned to glare at the man. Akemi stared back at him in puzzlement, "Oh... Sir. Quatre. Imagine bumping into you again." He tried to smile but the hatred emitting from the slightly shorter man in front of him made it disappear. "Whats wrong?" Upon seeing those eyes, so pure, so green.... Quatre turned around abruptly and began walking away; clenching his jaw so tight he swore his teeth were cracking.

"Oi! Wait!" Akemi jogged after him, walking backwards so he could look at his face. "What's wrong? Did I offend you? I'm sorry I bumped into you, but, you just stopped-"

"Leave me alone."

"What? I said I was sor-"

"I don't care. Go away." Quatre's voice was firm and vehement, causing the dark haired man to falter and frown. "Is this about Trowa?" Quatre, who had been walking so fast his legs were starting to protest stopped abruptly again, causing Akemi, who obviously wasn't used to such unexpected moves to run into him again. "Ittai, jeez, would you stop that?" The blonde wasn't listening. "What do you know about Trowa?" Akemi looked a bit apprehensive, scratching the back of his neck before putting his hand down and managing to gain a sense of authority.

"Trowa Barton was killed in an incident involving a Mr. Karasu, was he not?" Biting back a hateful remark Quatre simply nodded. "I don't know how to tell you this Sir," Akemi seemed to be fighting the urge to flee. "I think we should discuss this in private." The gundam pilot latched his hand around Akemi's wrist and twisted it painfully. "Who the hell are you? I want to know everything you know about Trowa, and if you don't tell me, I might just get violent."

The man straightened himself, jerking away from Quatre's hold. "I'm a UI." He stated simply, massaging his wrist and wincing slightly. "Undercover Investigator. Mostly I'm just a cop." He shrugged before looking around slightly. "I can't discuss this with you in public. In fact it's against protocol to be talking with you at all." His voice softened slightly. "But, after I met you.... in that bar I couldn't help but want to tell you the truth." Quatre's eyes stung, tears leaking from beneath his pale lashes. He couldn't keep talking about Trowa, what was the truth?! Could he even trust this man? He would. He had to. "Please...." He was shaking. "Come to my house, we can talk there." The policeman nodded, patting the frail young mans shoulder gently before letting him lead the way.

It wasn't far, and the mansion was not hard to miss. After a few minutes of Quatre ordering to have a private conversation with Akemi, they were left alone, in a room that looked like a study. Bookshelves lined with old, frail and ancient looking books, a mahogany desk, tasseled curtains hung from a tall window which was shut and the drawings pulled closed, leaving only a few bright lamps to light the room.

Moments of uncomfortable silence were broken by Quatre. His voice was firm, but almost pleading. "Please, tell me what you know." The dark haired boy turned, looking into Quatre's blue pools, his own green eyes soft. "Sir., Trowa Barton is still alive."