C 201 Heero and Wufei are preventors called in for an accident on a sweeper ship captained by Duo. However it was no accident there's a killer on board and it isn't human. If you like suspense and gore you'll like this horror story. (At least I'm hoping to create suspense I believed I managed it.)

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I only get my jollies off on torturing them and my readers with horrible gory stories like the one below. Bandia and a bunch of other rich and talented folk own these characters. Please don't' sue me.

Warnings: Rated R just to be on the safe side. Contains yaoi, gore and minor amounts of smut.

Secondary warning: Personally, I don't think that my stories are scary. However, I have received feedback from a small amount of reviewers claiming that they were. "Don't change your style of writing, it's yours. There are people out there who will appreciate it." I thank that person. I decided to take their words to heart and I have not toned down or changed how I write. However, I am giving fair warning.

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Jaaku na Gundam

(English Translation: the Evil Gundam)

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Chapter 39

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I disagree

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"Now is not the time for this," Heero told Wufei

His comment seemed to infuriate Wufei. They stared at each other a weighted stare that was heavy with anger and violence. The others stood by helpless to intercede. Heero could understand why Wufei might not completely trust him but his suspicion also meant he didn't trust Sally either. Sally didn't deserve that.

"Heero's right, now is not the time for this," Trowa said into the strained quiet.

"I disagree, now is always a good time to clear the air," Wufei snapped. "Especially if there is air that needs clearing."

Heero felt a coldness wash over him at Wufei's insinuation. He stepped pass the prone sweeper and made his way down the stairs without further answer. Duo stepped to the side quietly.

"I'm sorry about your loss Duo," he said as he passed him. "I know you liked him."

Heero sensed Duo's glance to Quatre. He could feel the silent communication between the group but he wouldn't acknowledge them. They didn't deserve that. They didn't deserve his acknowledgement.

Heero stepped through what remained of the kitchen. The faint lights from the other rooms that were still intact made the perimeter around the property glow. At that moment, Heero didn't care about Jaaku na, his friends or anything. He fought back the hurt that engulfed him.

He moved away from the kitchen towards the front door. Ironically enough it was still intact. Giant holes gaped on either side of the walls giving the door a false sense of realism. Heero opened it and stepped through enjoying the solid slam it had at least managed to make. The hummers and Nile's much abused truck were parked carelessly in the road. They were just darker shadows against the darkness, since they were all different shades of dark green the dim lights from the house didn't reflex off the paint.

From the corner of his eye, Heero saw a shadow alight from the window above. He knew who is was instantly and for a moment, he was tempted to run off in a childish fit. Instead, he checked the impulse and pretended that he hadn't noticed him. The shadow dropped gracefully next to him.

"Are you here to accuse me of being with Quatre?"

"I didn't think you had that inclination." Trowa said simply.

Heero looked at him sharply. Did he and Quatre think he was abhorrent to the premise? Now, a lot of Trowa's brashness made more sense. He thought he was homophobic.

"I'm not against such things," he told him. "I would be happy in such a relationship."

"Really? You and Wufei seem so straight," Trowa trailed off seeing the look Heero gave him. "Besides you were with Relena and Heidi."

The thought that Duo would have revealed something so private between the three of them bothered him. He was sure that Heidi hadn't spoken about it. Duo had said, 'she never said a word.' His face must have revealed his distress more than he thought.

"Sweepers' gossip," Trowa told him. "You three were a very hot topic in the forum. They thought you were a ménages si trios"

The way Trowa stressed they meant he didn't share the view. Heero felt his face flush with embarrassment. He hated people staring at him yet this seemed ten times worst. The thought of knowing a public forum was talking about him and about such intimate topics surrounding him was disconcerting. He moaned internally at the thought. If Trowa came here to make him feel better, it wasn't working.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm the most practical. Wufei is too stubborn besides pulling him away from Sally right now would be impossible. Of course, he would never admit to that. Duo is mourning the lost of his last sweeper and Quatre is consoling the plant workers."

"You're the most available," Heero corrected.

"I'm not available," Trowa said blandly.

Heero tried to see Trowa's face. He was sure he was teasing him or even flirting with him in an attempt to bring some levity to the situation. He could almost sense a smirk emanating from him. Trowa turned for a second and the lights from the house showed more of his face. His face was expressionless. Heero gave up. He was really too hard a person to read.

"That's still doesn't explained why you are here."

"I agree with you, now is not the time," Trowa told him. "And we need you."

It was nice to be needed but that wasn't what Heero wanted. It definitely wasn't what he wanted to hear. He wanted to be wanted, not needed.

"We need you Heero," Trowa repeated. "We need you focused."

Heero nearly snorted in his face. They needed him and they needed him focused. He swallowed his angry retort and thought about it. He had to admit Trowa had a point he hadn't been focused.

"It's true I am not as focused as I could be," Heero told him. "I can accept that kind of criticism. But Trowa, my partner not trusting me—that I can't accept."

"Nor should you," Trowa said an edge to his voice. "There is a fine line between admiration and jealousy."

"I am not jealous of Wufei," Heero growled at him.

"I wasn't referring to you," Trowa said then froze.

At that second, Heero sensed it. It was right before the smell hit them. A faint smoky smell that was kind of sweet, an astringent fume that made them wrinkle their noses.

Heero felt his stomach tense hard and he gasped for air. He nearly ended up choking since the smell had suddenly become very strong. It was moving yet in the darkness there was nothing to see.

As one Heero and Trowa stepped back. It was out there, in the dark watching them, stalking them. It had snuck upon them so quietly that Heero realized that everything Trowa had just said was true. He had not been focused. He should have realized it sooner.

He had been worried that his friends didn't trust him. That they thought he was plotting against them. That he was no better than Jaaku na. That was foolish.

As that horrible thing approached them. Heero realized how foolish and unfocused he had been. Jaaku na had set them up. The explosion, the com, the body in the road even the attack on the house. It had all been planned. The house was a trap.

On impulse, Heero grabbed Trowa and shoved him through the front door. He pushed him down, throwing himself on top of him. Barely a second later the front door burst in. Something black and stinking of burnt flesh flew over them. Plaster rained down on them covering them momentarily.

"Heero," Trowa choked in the dust.

"It's back!"

The scream had come from the entertainment room and Lorine Tope ran pass them and out of the front door. She was screaming and shooting into the darkness. In the short blasts from her shotgun Heero glimpse Jaaku na.

It was a huge bulky shape in the darkness. It was practically black itself—a darker shadow within the night. Only there were patches of pink and white like skin scrapped raw. Its malevolent eyes glowed a faint orangish color, like yellow gone bloody. As Heero stared at it, they blinked like real eyes would.

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TBC