Author's Note: It seems like some people were surprised by the ending of last chapter. I hate two dimensional characters; I can't even bring myself to use them in fics. So yeah, last chapter's ending shouldn't have come as too much of a surprise to those that keep up with my stuff. And if it did, then I must be a better storyteller than I thought I was. Anyway, the title of this chapter should be warning enough, barring the usual warnings, and give enough hint that something is going to happen. What precisely? You'll just have to read to find out. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing
Warning: language, shounen ai
Activities Not Quite Legal
The innocent cell phone had been lying in the pocket that had been placed in the morning, silently waiting to be used or to receive a signal that somebody was contacting it.
It just so happened that the latter of the two occurred and the little cell phone shrieked with all it's joy at the marvelous occasion.
However, the owner of the phone was not as cheerful as the phone since he grabbed it roughly, swearing and cursing all the way.
"Who the fuck's calling me, son of a bitch!"
The dark skinned teen known to the world as Mueller didn't bother to take a look at the caller id as he snapped open the phone and barked into it.
"Who the hell is this and what do you want? If this is a wrong number, so help me—"
"Why don't you sit down and take a chill pill?" the voice on the other end snapped. "God, you really haven't changed a bit have you Mueller?"
"Solo? Is that you?" Mueller exclaimed, his wrathful rant cut off prematurely and permanently. Of course, that did not mean that another wasn't on its way. "You grow some balls or something?" he sneered. "After all this time, you finally decide to call? Should I feel honored or something?"
"Can you shut the hell up for a minute?" Solo interrupted.
"I don't know, why don't you blow me first queer?" Mueller replied.
"Hey! Who you talking to?" Hilde asked, her lunch still being chewed in her mouth and being shown for all to see.
"That's disgusting," Sylvia stated, not bothering to turn her head away.
"Mueller," Solo sighed, obviously exasperated and the teen couldn't help but enjoy it. Payback was a bitch, wasn't it? "I'm in big trouble and—"
"You need our help, huh?" This time it was Mueller interrupting. "Go blow it out your rear."
"Could you let me say something?" Solo snapped.
"I don't know," Mueller said. "Depends if you're going to say something important. Better make it quick, I'm eating lunch."
"You really are an asshole, you know that," Solo stated blandly.
"Tell me something I don't know," Mueller retorted.
"Somebody found my lighter."
Any reply that Mueller may have made dried and shriveled up in his throat. "You don't mean…"
"What's up Mueller?" Hilde called out, food still in her mouth. "You got quiet all of a sudden. Something wrong?"
"One and the same," Solo confirmed. "I don't know when and I don't know how but some asshole has it and is blackmailing me with it."
"Fuck!" Mueller swore. "This is some kind of joke, isn't it? You're just fucking with me, right?"
"Mueller!" Hilde whined.
"Just answer her already!" Sylvia snapped.
"I wish I were," Solo answered. "I wish this was some sick joke but no dice. I'm in deep shit and if you think I won't drag you down with me, think again."
"Why am I not surprised?" Mueller muttered to himself. "So what do you want me to do anyway?" he asked aloud.
"I'm glad you asked that," Solo replied smugly. "There is something that you and the others can do."
"What do I get out of this then?" Mueller demanded.
"Besides saving your own ass? Well, you know how you're always talking about those corporations and everything?"
"What about it?" Mueller asked suspiciously.
"Well, this is your big opportunity to do something about them by getting that lighter back. Doing so means that you get to make a hit against the capitalist pigs that run the world since the guy who has the lighter belongs to one of those families that you say are responsible for all the misery in the world."
Slowly, a smile crept onto Mueller's face. "So, what do you want us to do?"
--
Having decided to forego her grandfather's company, Dorothy had retreated to her room, moping around in the darkened place and curled up.
Guilt.
It was such a new feeling that she didn't know how to handle it. She had honestly never felt it before. All her life she had been brought up to believe everything was hers for the taken, nothing was beyond her reach, people were just pawns to use until you grew tired of them and threw them away. That had only been reinforced when she came to live with her grandfather, her parents having to go live half a world away on the orders of Mr. Romafellor.
There was nobody she detested more than that man, a person she had never met face to face yet had done so much harm to her existence.
Was that why she treated all men like shit?
Well, it was true. She used her looks to attract all her suitors and had them fight one another to gain her favor. Everybody had been running head over heels just to spend a minute with her, to have her attention solely focused on them and them alone. To have that kind of power had been wonderful.
But all that changed when she met Solo Winner. He had refused to play her games and had kept himself just out of her reach at all times. It was certainly true that you wanted what you couldn't have more than what you could or already did have. He had been a challenged and yet he still continued to be a challenge for her.
Despite being in such a terrible position, the guy still wouldn't make the decision to break up with that braided loser and just go out with her. Was he that loyal or was he that stupid? All he had to do was just agree to the terms and no harm, no foul.
Sigh…
But if he did agree, then he would be with her against his will, not the way she wanted it. She liked him because of who he was and that's exactly how she wanted him when he did decide to date her.
Seeing that Wufei was willing to go through on his threat when he had convinced her that it was a bluff, it made her skin crawl at his deviousness. It was like she was really seeing Wufei for the first time and she had to wonder why he had once been one of the most popular guys in school
Maybe this whole scheme was the root of her new emotion, maybe it wasn't but she was feeling in nonetheless.
Something had to be done to alleviate it but what could she do?
What was there that she could do that could rid her of this guilt?
Then it came to her, just like that. She knew what it was she needed to do.
Without further thought, she raced out of her room.
--
"Look at those assholes, they think they're so great," Mueller growled as he glared daggers at what was known as the Chang Estate through the car windshield.
"Can you just let go of that stuff for just five minutes?" Alex asked, exasperated. "We have to go in there and get the lighter while it's pouring rain. Christ, why'd that damn thing have to show up now?"
"It's gotta be somebody in the government," Mueller stated. "Who else could find that thing? It'd be like trying to find a needle in a haystack."
"So how are we going to do this?" Alex interrupted. "I just want to get this over with already."
"So you can go back to the hotel room and spend the rest of the day with the girls?" Mueller asked. "You really have become a pussy, you know that?"
"Mueller," Alex growled threateningly.
"Alright, alright, have it your way," Mueller grumbled. Despite being paranoid to the nth degree about conspiracies and what not, Mueller was quite smart when planning anything illegal, usually involving breaking and entering at some point or another.
His eyes were unusually sharp as they not only scoped out the building and surroundings, but were also sending messages of potential "entrances" to his brain which were snatched up and deciphered by the complex organ. After a couple of minutes, a course of action settled on, he made his plan known to his single companion.
Those girls really had it lucky. They had declined to come out on this "mission" due to the rain and whatnot. Also, if they were to be caught, it would be quite the scandal that the only daughter of the Noventa family was involved. Thus it was just Mueller and Alex who were here and both were determined to get this over with as fast as they possibly could.
After a few more minutes of discussion, the two males climbed out of their vehicle and braved the storm outside as they made tracks over to the Chang Estate.
--
Things were finally going Wufei's way after one long, horrific week. He was back into a position of power once more, Maxwell would soon be at his mercy once more, and it would only be a matter of time until he was able to reclaim his niche back at school again. All of this was all thanks to a cigarette lighter of all things, one that had given him a large hunk of leverage to use against Solomon Winner and finally take him out of the picture.
He was still debating whether or not he should turn it in anyway, after all it was part of a crime scene, an arson nonetheless and that type of crime was difficult to solve. He was well within his rights to turn it in. It was his duty as a citizen of this nation.
Still, that didn't mean he couldn't get something out of just holding on to it.
Hey, even he couldn't say no to something like that.
Heero was certainly eager for the transaction to take place. It didn't matter to him which Solo chose since he won both ways: Maxwell would be in his grasp again. Keeping Heero calm, though, was a bit frustrating since he wanted to get his hands on the braided fag as soon as possible.
That's it, he needed to get another look at that lighter, the one thing that had made all this possible. He wanted to bask in its glory once more and admire it.
Quickly, he returned to his room and rushed over to where he had hidden the small object. He couldn't risk letting his parents find this; they'd assume the worst and think he was using illegal substances. That was certainly the last thing that he needed, especially after all the crap that he had endured over the past few days.
Ah, here it was. He held the lighter gingerly and gazed at it lovingly. Who would have ever thought that this tiny thing could create as much chaos and dissention in a person's life? Heh, Solo tried to bury this item deep into his past and he, Wufei, had uncovered it and brought it to the surface once more. It was enough to make the teen giddy and lightheaded from the amount of power that he now held over the blond's head.
Of course, that brought him back to the question that he had started off with. What was he going to do with the lighter once Solo had chosen his fate? He knew he had made a deal with the Catalonia whore and he always honored his word but then again he wanted Solo to suffer and have his freedom stolen from him by the law itself. Which one should he ultimately choose?
He wouldn't rush his decision. He had all the time in the world to decide, after all. It was Winner and Maxwell who were lacking time.
He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he hadn't realized that he wasn't alone in his room. He was not aware of this other person's approach nor would he know about their intent until it was too late.
It an instant, his world exploded into pain as something impacted the back of his head? What was going on? Who was—?
Another blow soon rendered him unconscious.
--
Now that Chang Wufei was out, his assailant bent down to retrieve the lighter that had fallen from his hand. The intruder took a look at the bottom of the lighter to confirm that it was the genuine article that they were looking for. Once that had been done, the attacker turn to leave only to freeze in their tracks as they learned that they had company.
The intruder blinked dumbly as the dark skinned youth that had occupied the doorway and was also staring at them uncomprehendingly.
"Shit!" the teen swore and shoved his way to the attacker. "Shut the door Alex! Quickly!"
The intruder was surprised to see another youth come in, this one much taller than the first teen, and close the door behind him.
Oh great, now the intruder was trapped with two unknowns and an unconscious Wufei. The only thing that would make this perfect would be if one of Wufei's relatives came in at that moment.
Fortunately, that did not happen.
"Who are you?" the taller teen asked quietly, eyes boring into the intruder.
"Who am I?" the intruder exclaimed. "I could ask the same question."
"Ah ha!" the dark skinned cried, snatching the lighter away from the intruder. Checking the bottom, the teen pocketed the lighter. "Got it!" he crowed. "Now let's get the hell out of here. Thanks for saving us the trouble of looking for this."
"Give that back!" the intruder demanded.
"Sorry missy, but the original owner called us up to get this back," the dark skinned teen said, unapologetically.
"Wait, are you talking about Solo?" the intruder asked.
The two young strangers froze. "How do you know that name?" the dark skinned teen demanded.
"I was trying to get that back to him," the intruder stated. "I don't trust you enough that I would believe you are going to give that back to him so hand it over."
"We have a stake in this and it is in our interests to get that back to Solo," the taller teen finally spoke. "You can be certain we're gonna return it."
There was something about this male…something special. The intruder could actually feel a strange sensation in their gut; could this be what was called butterflies in the stomach? Whatever it was, it was making the intruder feel funny, but in a good way.
"Are you sure I can trust you?" the intruder asked.
The taller teen smiled slightly. "Yeah, you can trust us."
"I hate to interrupted this teen drama, but Alex, we gotta go!" the dark skinned teen interrupted.
"Hey, do you think you could give Solo a message from me?" the intruder asked.
"Depends," the now named Alex answered.
"Tell him that he owes me one," the intruder said.
"What's your name? Gonna be a bit hard to know who he owes if he don't know who you are," Alex asked.
"Dorothy," the intruder answered.
"C'mon Alex!" the dark skinned teen hissed.
"I hope to see you again," Alex whispered as he followed after his friend.
"So do I," Dorothy murmured. Casting Wufei a disgusted glance, Dorothy quickly made her escape.
--
Solo quickly picked up his phone as it began to vibrate. He was expecting a call and he didn't want it to wake certain people up, thus that was why he had it on vibrate.
"Talk to me," he said softly.
He fell silent as he received his answer, a smirk growing on his face with each passing second.
The rest of his side of the conversation consisted of grunts and single syllable words until he bid the caller farewell and hung up.
Finally, now this whole mess was behind him. Come tomorrow, he would be able to make sure that this would never be able surface again. He could relax now and do so in relative comfort.
Speaking of comfort, he snuggled the sleeping figure that lay beside him, looking as adorable as anything What more could he ask for now that he a large ghost from his past was now laid to rest and his most favorite person in the world was cuddling right next to him, recuperating from a serious bout of fucking?
Yeah, he couldn't think of anything either.