K2: for those who do not yet know I have made the decision to place Quatre's birthday on April 2, due to the fact that as far as I know no one really knows the real b-days of the pilots.
MK: Plus, originally, this was put up on her birthday. April 2.
K2: (glares menacingly)
MK: eep!
K2: Also, this isn't too important, but it's about personal preference of transportation regarding each pilot. What I picture them driving. Quatre and Duo both have convertibles, though Duo specifically drives a black mustang. For Quatre, originally he had a fancy red none specific one but I changed it to midnight blue, red being far too cliché for my taste. I accidentally left it none-descript, however, in Blind Valentine, so let's just say that the design is similar to a lotus, yet it has a back seat, though it does not have a brand name like Duo's mustang. That will be explained later on in the epic. Now I see Wufei in nothing less then a Motorcycle and that is that. Duo may ride one too, but he really likes his stang. Trowa isn't allowed to drive. Ever seen him in his gundam? (plus he likes to race) Hiiro drives whatever he feels like.
MK: One more thing.
K2: (exasperated) Kit, please don't start the 'Uncle' routine.
MK: Heh. Sorry.
K2: Anyway. It's about Hiiro's name. No, it is not going to be pronounced Heero. Japanese pronunciation dictates that ee is pronounced 'ay' while ii is pronounced 'E'. Therefore, his name is going to be spelt with ii. Thank you for your time.
MK: That sounded a little rude.
K2: Oh. Er…sorry if it did! ;;
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Disclaimer: I own nothing aside from my own original ideas unless otherwise noted.
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Gundam Wing Generations:
The continued Epic of the Gundam Universe
St.1: Of New Types and Space hearts
Ch.1: The kidnapping
Rating: PG-13 (T)
General genre; Drama, Mystery, Action as sub genre.
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Deep in the hart of the Cinq Kingdom, at a well-known café, a young man sat hunched over his Iced coffee, sipping at it as he waited, nervously, for his companion. His hair, a light blond appearing to be made purely of sunlight, was hidden beneath an almost simple blue cap. Almost simple because it had the words, 'private property' threaded in red lettering on the front. The young man had a habit of nervously pulling on the bill of the cap, hiding his face by leaning on his right hand.
He was dressed casually enough, wearing a white t-shirt with the words 'prized possession' written on it in bold red letters and he wore a pair of blue jeans, sneakers adorning his feet. The only thing leading away form casual was the gray vest he wore over the t-shirt something that seemed to suit him nicely.
The young man quickly looked over his shoulder, towards the door, in hopes that his companion was soon to return, but alas, she was not. Sighing, he went back to staring moodily at the table, his agitation growing by the minute. In truth he really didn't like being out in public, not right now anyway. Especially with his companion, or girlfriend rather. Both he and her, or just one of them, was currently being targeted for assassination, something he personally didn't worry about, but with his girlfriend being involved he didn't want to take any chances. He really didn't want to loose her like he had lost so many pothers in the past. He liked her too much.
He wasn't really supposed to be out here though, and not just because he could be killed at any moment. It was because his workload was piling up again and he had to take care of it, but Dorothy had insisted that they spend some time on the town. As well as insisting he wears the uncomfortable jeans that were bought for him on their first date. Something he really didn't like to wear. He much proffered his usual slacks, a much looser fit, but he somehow manages to allow Dorothy to talk him into these things again.
That was the only thing he wore from that date, however, because she had found a shirt and a hat she wanted him to wear more. The ones he currently wore. She found them funny and said that that was exactly what he was to her. He wasn't sure weather to feel threatened by the idea of being her private property, or touched that she considered him her precious possession and just settled on considering her the same nut bar he had accidentally fallen for. Both way it was weird and he felt it best not to think too much on it.
The one thing he hated the most, however, about going out on the town with Dorothy, had to be the fact that she liked to shop. A lot. She had to go to every store, insisting they at least window shop everywhere. And it was only with some slight relief that she insisted on going off by herself, making him stay put, just so she could get him a surprise for his birthday. Even though he had told her, assured her, he didn't want any fuss about it, but do girls ever listen? No! He should have known not to let her know, but then again when the whole world knew the date of your birthday it was hard to keep it a secret from just one person. He had gotten the same treatment from his sisters when he was growing up, still did. But the point was, girls never listen. Especially strong-headed girls like Dorothy. What's worse is her assistance on not having bodyguards during the whole trip. She had a way of looking at him that made him jelly up in front of her. It was getting very bothersome, but she knew how to work him nowadays.
What was he saying? They've only been going out for a month and a half!
But it somehow seemed longer though...
A lifetime. A lifetime of pure bliss. Walks in the park. Firelight relaxation. Romantic idealologies from two young minds holding true to their shared dreams.
Except one dream of a glorious death in battle that no longer existed within her.
The sound of the little bell tingling grabbed his attention, the bell that sounded every time a new customer entered the building. Hoping it was his darling Dorothy he turned his head expectantly but was disappointed when he saw someone else instead. And then he did a double take when he realized whom it was that was standing there.
Long chocolate brown hair pulled back into a three foot long braid, a black t-shit and a pair of faded blue jeans. He always had the same cocky look about him, a charismatic smile, talkative nature, and always, always had a way to make you laugh, though you never, ever wanted to make him mad. Duo Maxwell.
Standing up only slightly the young man lifted his cap off his eyes and made a little wave, trying to catch Duo's attention. It seemed to work as Duo spotted him and grinned. He popped back outside for a moment only to resurface, pushing someone else inside.
Trowa Barton, standing a full six feet tall with shaggy brown hair falling down the left side of his face in what many referred to as a unibang. He was wearing his usual green turtleneck and a pair of jeans just like Duo yet not as faded. Both men had a coat in their hands, the weather choosing to be pleasantly warm for an early April day.
At first Trowa was being resistant of Duo but when he saw who it was at the table, waving at him, he quickly walked forward, leaving Duo to regain his balance before he fell over. The look on Trowa's face was a little displeased and the blond sat back down with a resigned feeling, knowing he was in for a lecture.
"What are you doing Quatre?" Trowa asked sternly, "You're not supposed to be alone in public."
"I'm not." Quatre replied softly as Duo reached them.
"Hey Quat, watcha doin' here?" he pulled up a chair from another table, turned it backwards, and sat down with his arms resting on the back. "Don't you have someone trying to shoot you?"
His blunt statement caused Quatre to immediately pull the hat a little lower, irritation at his predicament growing even more steadily which he showed with a rather undignified huff.
"Yes Duo, please don't remind me. It's become very annoying living life with a target on your back and it's enough just to keep Dorothy from going stir crazy. As it is, this is her idea, not mine."
"Really?" Duo asked. His question was a little more focused on the implication that Dorothy might be living with him. Or was he reading too much into it?
"Yes, and with no bodyguards, nonetheless!" Quatre hissed irritably
"Why does that bother you?" The confused brunette asked, "You don't need any."
"I may not, Duo." Quatre replied as he set his head on the table, "But Dorothy I'm not so sure about."
This statement forced Trowa and Duo both to exchange a glance, both thinking the same thing.
"Uh, Quat," Duo began hesitantly, "not to remind you or anything but...this is the girl that stabbed you with a sword, right? I don't think she needs bodyguards."
Quatre gave Duo a look, slightly pained, slightly irritated, that suggested he not mention that again.
"I wasn't fighting her for keeps." Quatre snapped as Trowa whapped Duo upside the head, "I can't rightly attack a woman without holding back."
Duo rubbed his head where Trowa smacked it and frowned. "Still don't think she needs one dude."
"What are you two doing here anyway?" Quatre asked, perking his head up suspiciously. "Together no less."
Trowa and Duo exchange a brief glance, then looked back at Quatre. Quatre continued to look at them suspiciously and Duo grinned.
"Totally not what you think Quatre." Duo stated
"Yeah?" Quatre asked softly, "What am I thinking?"
"Your thinking…uhh…that Trowa and I are…."
"Keeping an eye on me." Quatre finished, shaking his head. "This is ridiculous. I'm eighteen!"
"Actually-." Duo began, but Quatre cut him off.
"I don't care if I only turned eighteen today Duo, I'm still an adult. I've been an adult for longer then I care to think! And I can take care of myself too! Besides, I'm older then both of you."
"By months." Duo stated, "And I just use that date as my birthday so Hilda will back off, I have no clue when my real birthday is! And that's not-."
"What? The point? Then what is?"
"Quatre, we're not here to watch over you like a child." Trowa stated, "You know that is the last thing I would ever do."
Quatre crossed his arms, not quite convinced. Duo's grin broadened.
"Yeah, we're here for an entirely different reason."
Quatre looked at Duo, his eyebrow raised, then at Trowa who was staring at him, then back to Duo. Duo, for some reason, was watching Trowa with that same grin on his face.
And then Quatre realized something. He looked back over at Trowa, his eyes widening slightly as he saw redness cross over Trowa's cheekbone. It was something Quatre had never, not once, seen on his best friend before.
"Trowa?" He asked, awestruck by the idea, "Are you blushing? Why?"
"Because he's the reason we're here" Duo stated, cocky as usual, "Well, sorta. You see, I know he wants to know more about my friend."
"Your friend?" Quatre asked curiously. Thinking for a moment Quarter turned to Trowa. "You mean that girl you saw at the carnival?"
"Yeah." Duo cried, "It's hilarious! She's been bothering him since he met her! Something about the way she looks, so he called on me!" Duo was grinning from ear to ear now, watching the usually stoic pilot blush more and more with each word. Quatre felt sorry for Trowa, especially since he could actually feel his emotions on the subject quite vividly. Trowa was so embarrassed that he couldn't block Quatre from sensing his current emotions. Duo was having fun watching this. Quatre was irritated.
"Duo, please quit bothering Trowa by doing that." Quatre stated darkly, "It obviously makes him quite uncomfortable." Duo looked at Quatre and his smile faded when he saw Quatre was not smiling at all.
"Sorry." Duo muttered, rather put out. "Man, you don't have much fun, do you?"
"Depends on what you mean by fun." Quatre replied.
Duo grinned again at what he thought was an interesting suggestion "I get ya."
Quatre, though, eyed him suspiciously. "I don't think you do." The blond muttered. It was then that a thought struck him. "Trowa, I thought the circus left for the L2 colony a month ago. What are you still doing here?"
"I left with them." Trowa replied flatly, "But I came back when I received a call from Duo saying he had an answer to my problem." Trowa gave Quatre a look that suggested he didn't want to talk about it at the moment.
"Oh, I see." Quatre replied, a small smile coming to his face.
BANGQuatre jumped, knocking his iced coffee over, and caused both Trowa and Duo to jump as well. All three of them went for guns that weren't there and looked around quickly. Quatre, the most affected by the noise, spotted a little girl crying as her mother tried to comfort her, telling her she'd by her a new balloon if she finished her lunch.
Hearing a chuckle Quatre turned to see Duo, still a touch nervous, sliding into his chair again as he turned it sideways. He patted Quatre on the back, a motion of comfort, and rubbed the back of his own neck as he leaned against the back of the chair.
"A little jumpy there Quatre?" Duo asked
"You seem a touch rattled as well Duo." Trowa replied as he sat back down, glaring at the remains-offending balloon.
"Yeah, well…watching Quatre die once is enough for me, thank you very much." Duo stated with a wave of his hand.
"You never saw me die." Quatre replied stiffly, "You just a building blow up, there is a difference."
"Yeah, a building you were in, or at least supposed to be in. Either way, far as I knew you were toast, along with everybody else in the building."
"I think its time to change the subject Duo." Quatre whispered, still feeling strongly about the incident. It wasn't easy to get over an event like that when the true target of the bomb was yourself. And now it was like the whole thing was happening all over again only this time he didn't know if the target was himself, or Dorothy.
He hoped it was himself.
"What are you three doing here?" A familiar strong voice stated dubiously, "And why do each of you look as if you've just had a heart attack?"
Quatre turned around to see a very unlikely pair standing behind him, one of which was quite curious. The unlikely pair, one being a tall Chinese boy with black hair tied back into a tight ponytail, the other a stony-faced Japanese boy unkempt brown hair. They both wore t-shirts; though the Chinese boy wore white the Japanese boy wore blue. One had slacks while the other wore jeans and they both had a jacket on. Quatre found it quite strange to see them both together at one time.
"You in particular Winner." The strength in the voice of the Chinese, Wufei Chang to be exact, developed a slight edge as he spoke and Quatre had a feeling he was about to receive a lecture right after he already narrowly escaped one already. "You know full well we have yet to discern the identity of-."
"Believe me Wufei," Quatre interrupted irritably, "I would not be here if it was not for Dorothy."
"M'Thinks the lady is getting a touch o' the hey fever, she is." Duo joked, "And dragging dear ol' Quatty along with 'er."
Quatre pushed at an ice cube with the straw he'd been using, the spillage of iced coffee still all over the table.
"Just because it's my birthday she wanted to get me out of the manor and do something special, yet she tells me to stay here while she goes out alone where I can't even keep an eye on her." He grumbled
"Hey, o silent one, you gonna make a comment too?" Duo asked the glowering form of Hiiro Yui.
Looking up Quatre noticed that not only was Hiiro indeed glowering, but also his glower seemed to be centered on Trowa who received the glare gracefully and pretty much ignored it.
Quatre sighed, understanding what it was about, and rubbed at his right temple. It was a sort of sore subject with the stoic cynic. He had been unable to protect Relena because she was attempting to play matchmaker, getting Quatre and Dorothy to release their feelings out loud. She had managed to drag Trowa with her, mainly because Trowa was the closest person to Quatre and it was a sort of blind double date. While it had been either Quatre or Dorothy that was originally targeted by the assassin Relena still happened to be in the same vehicle when Quatre's brakes went out and they all wound up in the lake. In the end she had wound up with a rather high fever and Hiiro, apparently still hadn't gotten over the fact.
"Hiiro, do you insist on acting as if that whole evening had been Trowa's fault when you know very well it was Relena's idea in the first place?" Of course, Hiiro ignored him. "Fine, will you at least sit down?"
Hiiro seemed to consider the matter for a moment, but eventually took a seat.
"So, what are you two doing here anyway?" Duo asked them, "And I mean together, 'cause I know ya pretty much live in the area."
"So to speak." Wufei replied as a waiter started to pass by. He stopped, however, and asked if they wanted a larger table, also offering to clean the mess up.
"Actually, we're not staying long." Duo replied, "We're just keeping our friend company until his girlfriend gets back."
"I see." The waiter replied pleasantly, "And would you like drinks while you wait?"
"Go ahead guys." Quatre said with a smile. He pulled his wallet out of his pocket, his keys falling to the floor as he did, and set it on the table. "It's on me."
"In that case," Duo began with a grin, "I'll take a double latte espresso with two shots caramel and mint."
"Just tea for me, thank you." Trowa stated. He bent down, picked the key ring off the floor, and set it on the table before adding, "A nice rosemary if you have any."
"Nothing for me." Wufei stated with a baleful glance at Duo.
"Hey, he offered Wu." Duo defended himself.
Hiiro remained silent.
"I'll be back with those orders shortly, as well as a towel for this, uh…mess."
"Could you please bring me another iced coffee while you're at it?" Quatre asked softly, "Since I was unable to finish this one, that is."
"Of course, and it will be free of charge."
"Oh, no, I couldn't possibly!" Quatre replied, "Just add it to the bill, thank you."
The waiter left and Duo looked expectantly at Wufei.
"You were saying Wu-man?"
Wufei ignored Duo and focused his attention on Quatre, who was playing with another ice cube. The anger that was currently bottled within Wufei seemed to focus on the minor irritation and began to gain heat. Catching onto the unbridled flare Quatre looked up, his brow furrowed.
"Wufei?" Quatre asked, "Is something bothering you?"
Surprised, though not showing it, Wufei shook his head. "No. Why do you ask?"
Quatre continued to stare at Wufei and answered his query. "I'm not sure, you just seem…."
"Wufeeei." Duo prodded Wufei's shoulder and the 18 year old had to use every bit of training he had to keep from punching to irritating brunette.
"Business." Wufei hissed, "Work related business that does not involve you."
Duo closed his mouth as he was about press the issue.
"We just came back from the main office located here in town."
Quatre, still sure that something was bothering Wufei, couldn't seem to take his eyes off the other teen and continued to watch him, as if he could reap the answers from his very soul if he stared long enough.
"If you really want to know what's going on," Wufei continued as the waiter returned to clean up the mess on the table. At the same time he placed a tray with three drinks and two waters down. "You could always join, officially join, the Preventers."
"Naw, I got a job working with Hildy. 'Sides, if I drop out now she'll kill me. That's the last thing I need from her right now…."
"Hiiro, I understand." Trowa stated suddenly, seemingly tired of the continuous glare trying vainly to dig daggers into him, "However, it was Relena's fault. Forcefields aren't exactly abundant in this day and age. She specifically stated that she cleared the evening with you to begin with."
"Apparently she didn't." Hiiro replied, not surprised in the least by the amount of words Trowa had used in one given time. Neither was Quatre, though both Duo and Wufei were a little surprised. They had both thought he'd already used his quota for words that day.
"All she said was she was going out for the evening," Hiiro continued, "and that Dorothy would be accompanying her. She said it was dinner and that she would be home a little late. She said nothing about returning to Quatre's past two, nor did she say anything about taking a swim. And she especially said nothing about going a date with you."
"It wasn't a date." Trowa replied evenly, his green eye flashing.
Duo and Wufei were watching the stoic argument between the two most stoic members of their little group, though Quatre ignored them. He was still focused solely on Wufei, as if in a trance. There was defiantly something there, some sort of emotion that he was trying to suppress. Confusion? Was that what was causing the anger?
And then the anger flared up, startling Quatre out of his trance. A trance he just now realized he had accidentally placed himself into. And then Quatre realized, with a horror, just what it was he had done to Wufei.
"What do you think you are doing?" Wufei was staring dead center at Quatre, his eyes flashing dangerously at the young blond.
Quatre shook his head slowly, horrified with himself. "I'm…I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, I swear! I don't' know how it happened!"
Wufei slammed his fist down on the table, Trowa, Hiiro, and Duo looked at them in confusion.
"No excuses!" Wufei hissed, "You, of all people, should not do things like that, should not allow yourself to do things like that! My business is of no concern to you!"
"It was an accident! Wufei, I'm-."
"Winner, take your responsibility like a man! Just because you are able does not mean you can on your own whim!" Wufei was standing now though he managed to keep his voice low enough. His eyes were accusatory at the apologetic Quatre and he was far too angry to see Quatre's meek expression. His anger over the last few weeks, his irritations regarding Sally, his workload, and numerous other irritations were boiling over and finally breaking through and flowing onto the wrong target. However it was his next words, however accidental in their wording, as they were, that he regretted the moment he said them. "Stay out of my head or you will sincerely regret the consequences Winner! Stay out of my head, my life and business! It sickens me at the very thought!"
The moment Quatre's stricken face turned pale Wufei realized just what it was he had said. The Chinese dragon warrior mentally cursed himself, knowing full well the emotional capacity of his comrade, and sat down knowing the irreparable damage had already been done.
Quatre took a steady breath, kept his eyes even with his friends, and slowly stood. "I do take responsibility for my actions." He murmured softly, "I am truly sorry I invaded, I…I do not know how it happened. I'm sorry."
Quatre turned his back on his shell-shocked companions and walked swiftly away, not wanting any of them to see the mortification that threatened to bring tears to his eyes. The moment the door chimes sounded, however, it was like the sound had signaled some sort of start as Duo rounded on Wufei with a deadly look of anger on his face.
"What the heck was that all about?" he demanded furiously.
His outburst, far louder then Wufei had been towards Quatre, drew stares from other customers but they were ignored by the outraged brunette. Wufei, however, couldn't ignore them and he felt as if their stares were just as accusatory as Duo's outrage was and made him feel even more of a heel, though that only further spurned Wufei's own anger and he lashed out at Duo, Wufei's own sense of justice being brought to question.
"He has no right to invade a person's privacy like that!" Wufei hissed, "I don't care if he was paying attention to what he was doing or not! It is his responsibility to be able to control himself, he needs to learn-!"
"What are you talking about?" Duo cried in frustration, his anger forcing him to rise. "He just asked if you were okay! He was concerned about a friend, you got mad at the kid for that?"
"No, I did not-"
"What is your problem dude? I thought you actually liked him!"
"I admit that I do hold a high respect for him!" Wufei defended himself, "He just needs to learn-!"
"Shut up both of you!"
Both Duo and Wufei looked quickly at Trowa who had just slammed his own fist onto the table to get their attention, as if him shouting at them hadn't already done that. He was now glaring at both of them and when he spoke it was calm and precise, each word emphasized separately. "Sit. Down. Now."
Duo sat quickly, wide eyed. He wasn't used to seeing this side of Trowa and it frankly disturbed him. Anger was new. Very new, and he distinctly blamed both Quatre and Catherine for introducing emotions into the usually mysteriously stoic teen.
Wufei seemed to feel the same way as he kept a respectful yet wary eye on Trowa, noting the dangerous tone of voice. Wufei also knew how strong the bond was between Trowa and Quatre and he knew that of any of them, the four of them, it was Trowa you should fear the most if anyone, even one of them, hurt the blond ex-pilot.
"I get it now." Trowa began softly, "Quatre kept it a secret for a reason, though I see you area already aware Wufei."
"Aware of what?" Duo asked suspiciously, "What are you talking about?"
"Something I would have mentioned had you not continuously yelled at me!" Wufei hissed.
"I'm confused."
"As well you should be." Trowa replied, "But I am going to enlighten you for Quatre's sake but only so you can understand."
Hiiro, now suddenly very interested in the conversation, watched intently, his mind calculating as he thought over what he himself already pieced together.
"What are you getting at?" Duo asked skeptically.
"What I am getting at is that Quatre was right. You do treat him like someone that needs protected, like a child. You just proved that to me at this moment with your own words. Have you ever noticed that you even talk down to him sometimes, as if you were talking to someone five years younger then you?"
"Eh…oops?"
"Oops doesn't fix things for Quatre Duo." Trowa replied, "It's hard to trust someone with your most guarded secret when they act like that, especially when you yourself are far to immature to even understand it."
"Immature?" Duo cried, "How am I immature?"
"Don't ask if you don't' want the truth." Wufei stated bluntly. "Because believe me, you will get it."
Duo crossed his arms with a huff and growled in annoyance, his ear barley catching the well timed screeching of tires before they were speeding past the café. Catching on the sound he turned his head just in time to see it pass and his brows furrowed as a feeling of dread entered his stomach. However, he seemed to be the only one to actually notice it as Wufei jabbed him in the shoulder to get his attention.
"Just a second." Duo hissed as he stood, "I think there's trouble."
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Quatre, too immersed in his own musings to pay attention to his surroundings, walked along the sidewalk in a daze. He couldn't help but think about what had happened, how he had blatantly intruded on Wufei's emotions. He had managed to keep his empathy under control ever since it had become strong enough to cause problems, what had made him do this? And why now and why did it have to be Wufei?
Irritated with himself Quatre looked over his shoulder, the café was about a block away now, his car parked in front of it. He let out a heavy sigh and lent against the wall of one of the shops, thinking more on what it was he had done. His hand absently reached into his pocket where his keys should and wallet should have been but when he felt them empty he looked up in surprise. HE had left them on the table. HE knew he couldn't go back for them, not yet anyway. He was sure no one wanted to see him, not after what he had done.
"Oh, what a tangled web we weave." Quatre quoted sadly. How could I do that to Wufei?
Quatre felt a tingling at the corner of his eye and rubbed at it. There was no use for tears right now, he had been at fault and that was all there was to it. It hadn't been any of his business and he should have known Wufei would be particularly sensitive to intrusion of any form. He was beginning to feel that Trowa was right, that he should have told the others about his empathy after all.
It wouldn't have helped.
Quatre was oblivious to the sound of screeching tires until they screeched to a halt before him. Broken from his thoughts Quatre looked at the black vehicle blankly for a moment as the door opened and a man in a black suit stepped out. The moment he looked at Quatre, however, the blond knew he was in trouble. The mans eyes were hard, not cruel exactly, but not friendly either. He was radiating an ominous aura as well and Quatre felt fear rise within himself. He felt something else as well, but it wasn't' coming from, the man in front of him, thank goodness, but it still loomed over head like a threat nonetheless. A dark, sadistic threat that made every fiber of Quatre ring with warning.
His back already pressed against a wall Quatre turned to the side in an attempt to make a break for the café, violence needing to be a last resort, but the man surprised Quatre with a speed he hadn't expected and grabbed the young adult by his wrist.
Acting purely on instinct and training Quatre twisted his own arm, ducked under the linked appendages, and slammed the heel of his hand into his attackers unprotected elbow. A loud crack resulted from the arm and Quatre kicked the others legs out from under him as he cried out in pain. As the suited man rolled the on the ground, his attention fixed on his now broken arm, two more men exited the black car, one of them being the very man his earlier trepidations had come from. Gasping at the sheer amount of contempt radiating off the man Quatre stumbled in his haste to retreat, turning back towards the café. Relief flooded him, however, as he saw Duo standing outside, startled by the struggle before him. Not waiting for an explanation Duo charged.
"Get away from him!" Duo cried as he came to his friend's aid, passing the startled blond and slamming headfirst into the first person he came in contact with. Quatre had to turn aside as Duo whizzed passed him and saw as the man he slammed into fell to the ground, his arms wrapping around Duo and taking him with him to the ground. Quatre, about to help Duo now that there were two instead of one, heard the sound of a gun shot and his hand flew to his shoulder as a sharp burst of pain erupted, then numbed. Feeling, not a bullet but dart sticking out of his arm Quatre turned startled eyes to his wounded shoulder. He slowly plucked it out and felt a wave of dizziness hit, startled that it was working almost immediately. He stumbled into a wall and shook his head. He saw Duo's limp form across from held by his braid, a gun to his head and he began to slide down the side of the stonewall he was clinging too. The world began to slowly spin around him and his head began to pound, the sound of rushing wind all but filling his head as he nearly collapsed. Quatre shook his head again, heard muted words. He saw his friends, they were standing close by but Trowa had a restraining arm blocking Hiiro who looked as if he were about to break his promise to Relena. Wufei, the only one of them aside from Duo who hadn't already swore an oath of pacifism was holding himself in a rigid posture, ready to ready to tear into the first villain that crossed his path.
But Quatre was oblivious, his mind muddled and confused. The cacophony he heard in place of speech patterns was enough to drive him mad and yet he didn't have to bear it for much longer as all around him the world disappeared into a black void.
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"What do you mean trouble? Wufei asked skeptically as he watched the paranoid Duo."The car," Duo began, edgy, "didn't you see the car?"
"They run through the streets whenever they think they can get away with it." Wufei replied with a wave of his hand, but Duo's concern seemed to spark something in both Trowa and Hiiro as they too realized what Duo meant. They watched, ready to spring, as Duo exited the café, waiting for some indication of whether the brunettes gut was right or not. And, sure enough, not even two seconds after he stepped outside that a look of furious horror struck his face.
"Leave him alone!" Duo cried before rushing off, not bothering to enlighten his comrades of the situation. This sparked immediate action from the other three as they rushed out of the café, confused but alert, and saw Duo on the ground with a mans arms wrapped around his torso. The man head butted the youth and he rolled away, or tried to at least. The man had stood up in a flash, the sound of a gun had gone off and Quatre seemed to jerk, his arm flying towards his shoulder and Trowa's concentration was torn between Quatre and Duo as he was kicked in the face and sent hurtling towards the wheel of a nearby parked car. Panic surged within Trowa as he saw Quatre begin to stumble and he started forward but then he saw Duo's attacker lift the dazed brunette by his braid, the barrel of a gun slammed into his head and he was and Duo went limp, the man catching him with his arm.
Before Trowa knew it Hiiro's gun was coming out, the tall eighteen year old thrust his arm out to stop him.
"HE has Duo." Trowa stated firmly, "Quatre is in bad shape but we cant' be reckless."
Hiiro growled but kept his hand midway from coming out. Everything had happened so fast, yet it was like it had happened in slow motion. The boys were stunned at how fast these men were, almost faster then themselves, and neither liked it.
The man just stood there, his gun trained on Duo and a look of entertainment on his rather young looking face. HE glanced from them, to the man on the ground taken out before they had gotten there, to the third man that had shot the tranq dart. HE put that gun away and took out another, a real gun this time, and smirked.
"Good, good." HE murmured as he began walking forward. "Now be good boys and put your guns down, no one wants to get hurt now, do they?"
"Do it." Trowa hissed and Hiiro dropped his gun. From behind them the sound of another gun dropped and Trowa glanced at Wufei, the Chinese warrior looked madder then a raging bull.
Trowa was suddenly aware of whisperings and mutterings and he glanced about to see the mid-afternoon shopping crowd watching in fascinated horror. That only further complicated things, it wouldn't due for a crowd of people to realize Quatre was being kidnapped, it would bring up more problems then Lady Relena needed. And worse, people would start a panic thinking that the peace was being threatened once again, considering the last time Quatre went missing it had.
The man who had spoken glanced at the man on the ground several feet behind him but paid him little mind. When he reached the limp form of Quatre he knelt down, lifted the cap off his head and smiled.
"Back up Cole." He murmured, "We got what we came for, let's go."
The silent man holding the gun backed up, his cold hard eyes still trained on the gundam boys, and stopped when he reached their wounded companion. HE kicked him, without looking, and hissed at him, telling him to get up. He stood for a minute, waiting for him to stand, then began to walk over to the car.
"Now funny business you three."
Trowa glanced over at the speaker as he gently lifted Quatre off the ground. It was all he could do to force himself to stay put with Duo's life on the line. HE couldn't handle seeing his best friend taken like that and from past experience he knew no good could come from this.
It all happened fast. The man sprinted for the car, Quatre tucked in his arms. The man with Duo dropped him to the ground and pulled them both in. The man with the broken arm lunged forward and both Hiiro and Wufei had their guns again, shots ringing out, before anyone even blink an eye. The wounded man went down but the black car sped off with Quatre inside.
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k2: Eh…I dunno. Is this chapter worse or is it just me?
MK: You won't believe me either way.
k2: That why I am asking the fans Mew.
MK: That means they have to review.
k2: Duh!