Chapter 5
Confirming Suspicions


How much of life do I trust to chance
When memories are easily thrown askance?
Where is the logic when we've gone all wrong?
Where goes our past when Memories Gone?

To say he felt betrayed would be an understatement. Clenching at the leather cuffs holding his hands down, Wufei felt a whole new level of terror and rage rip through him. Once more, he had been written off. And by Heero of all people! Gritting his teeth at the insult, he let his head loll to the side, taking in the mint green walls and fluorescent lights of the Hedgeling hospital room. Staring at the motivational posters, the tacky floral wall paper lining the edge near the ceiling, and the IV drip releasing a steady stream of sedatives into his system, he found himself boiling in his hatred of his lover. No one, absolutely no one, had ever dared to be so crass towards him.

Biting down on his lip, the strong-willed dragon shook his mind of the stupor from the morphine, willing his limbs to try to escape. Arms and legs clenched, a low growl emerged from his throat as he started pulling with all his might. Self control was the only thing keeping him from panicking—after a few humiliating encounters with Trieze that had left the Chinese man tied to the bed and begging him to stop, he had grown an overwhelming fear of being restrained.

Unable to keep pulling for long, he collapsed, panting from the effort. He had to keep fighting. He had to break free.

For what? His mind questioned him ruthlessly. You're gone, Wufei. Give up. Wincing, he closed his eyes as he tried to collect his thoughts. Logic told him he really had lost it, but something else knew otherwise. Something in his very make up screamed that an integral part of him had been removed, stolen. Blocked. And he hated Heero for refusing to believe him.

Wincing, he felt a pounding begin in his skull. As per usual when he began to think on the violet eyes that haunted him, a migraine began forming, causing his neck to spasm and ears to feel like they would bleed. He wanted nothing more then to lay there or cry out for Heero to help nurse it away…but Heero had locked him up here.

Heero had sent him here to die.

Brow furrowing, his lip pulled back in an indignant snarl.

"Fight, you baka!" he hissed to himself as his muscles tried to liquefy and go with the strong relaxant. But for the life of him, he couldn't find the energy needed to fight back. He wanted to curl up and grab his head, to nurse his pain away, but he couldn't move.

"Poor baby…it hurts so bad, doesn't it?" Wufei's eyes bolted open, heart skipping a beat. Swallowing back a growing lump in his throat, his body began to shake, and he could hear the heart monitor's beep begin to speed up. The sound of Trieze's voice resonated in the room, causing his blood to run cold. "You're so pretty when you cry, my dragon," it purred seductively into his ear, confusing him as to the source. Was it in his head? "The more you fight against me, the more I fall in love with you…"

Yup, that was it. The barrier on his control was broken, and adrenaline provided that extra pick-me-up he needed to fight.

Out in the hallway, the nursing staff all froze at the sound of the determined, yet petrified scream that came from behind the door, bringing them to a stand still for a moment before the organized chaos broke loose. Sally and the head doctor, who had been speaking about possible treatment plans a moment before, took off running the short distance from the desk to the glass walled observation room he had been put in.

They made it in time to see a group of six women and two men holding down the thrashing boy as he screamed rather colorful insults in Mandarin. Just from her closeness with him, Sally could make out the derogatory names he was using towards the women, and a few made her flush in embarrassment, even as she rushed to his side. She opened her mouth to give out orders, but was immediately cutoff by a green eyed glare. The doctor pushed aside the hands holding the dragon down, shoving a few back crudely.

"Get off him!" he shouted. Reluctantly backing up, they gave him the room he needed, and the doctor leaned forward, lips pressing near his ear. A soft whisper was all it took, and Sally watched in amazement as the Chinese pilot seemed to suddenly calm in his tantrum. Black orbs turned from crazed to languid—coherent—if a little surprised, as he slowly looked to the doctor.

Wufei was shocked, but calmed, as he studied the man who was threatening to unlock the gateway of memories. And as the red headed man ushered off the others in the room, including Sally, he could still hear the statement bouncing around in his head.

"My name is Chris, but you can call me Solo. And I believe you. He existed…and his name was Duo Maxwell…"

oOoOo

Once violet, now black eyes, flashed as he watched events from a scrying pool, located in his mother's private hall on Mount Olympus. Cheshire grin forming on his lips, Duo felt his heart thump with hope and joy.

"That's it Wuffers...just remember me," he whispered past the tears squeezing his throat. "Remember me, and maybe I can finally come home..."

The only thing I own out of all of this is the poem that starts this chapter off. It's copywritten to me, and it is mine, mine alone, bwahahahahahahaha (if you like the poem, you can find that, and more of my works on my homepage.

Oh, and I know this is kind of early, but blame the muses. THEY MADE ME DO IT!

Well, I'm off to go practice for my tests! Hopefully, this should start to be updated pretty regularly...every three to four days or so.