Beautiful Disaster

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or Kelly Clarkson or her song, and I make no profit of any kind off of this, unless it is a smile.

Rating: T (because I don't want to underrate something)

Summary: What's happening with Quatre now? Who kidnapped him?

Warning: shonen ai, 4/6, mention of 2/3, 1/5. Basically I write nothing past kisses. This fanfiction really has nothing to do with the original story line.

Possibel spoilers about Zechs!

Chapter 7: "...would it be beautiful?..."

"Eyes...Such beautiful eyes... I want them for myself... I need your eyes..."

Quatre squinted into the bright white light above him. He tried to lift his hands to sheild his face, but couldn't, something was holding him. It felt smooth and cool, like metal. He tried to lift his head, but a different strap held his head secure to the hard table beneath him.

"H-help..." Quatre murmured, barely able to pronounce the word. This was a cause for panic, but if he did panic there wouldn't be any hope of getting out of this situation.

"Don't struggle, don't worry, it won't be much longer before you won't worry anymore... About anything." There was a harsh chuckle to follow the mans voice. Quatre scarcely saw the outline of a hand reaching down to him. "You've been drugged, so you shouldn't feel anything, no pain."

"What? What do you want?" Quatre managed to say, fairly understandable, closing his eyes to block out some of the light. Part of him wanted to hear the answer, another part was afraid.

"Eyes... Your eyes." The voice whispered close to Quatre's ear. The small blonde could easily tell that this man was insane, completely nuthouse worthy... I mean, who in their right mind would want to take someone's eyes! How was he going to stop this man, what was going to happen to him, why was this happening? Quatre thought that all of this was over after the war, everything was supposed to be beautiful, graceful, and happy now... But it was easy to say that this was none of that, this was the opposite... Would there be nothing more than pain in this life? Milliardo...

Quatre felt the sting of tears trying to come into his closed eyes, all he wanted was Milliardo, nothing more... Would he die without him by his side, would he die before Milliardo? No! Quatre couldn't do that to him, they were to live together, explore the world...be happy together... Quatre lost hold on the tears, and once they started, they wouldn't end.

"No, this won't due at all. I am going to make you go back to sleep now, we can't have those tears ruining the eyes right before they are mine, now can we? Sleep tight my little Winner." Quatre felt a needle slide into his arm, and before he felt it go back out all he knew was darkness and silence again... Nothing more, this was certainly it.

Duo glanced around and fidgeted in his chair, uneasy and uncertain about the tall platinum blonde who sat just a few feet away on the sofa. He glared a moment before glancing around again. He stayed quiet so the others could think about how to save Quatre from who knows what. He stayed quiet so that he wouldn't have another outburst at Zechs, he resided in himself and only let himself glare occasionally and fidget with the bottom seam of his shirt.

Wufei noticed the behavior, just as everyone else had, and felt slightly perturbed at his friend. He also noticed Trowa glancing nervously at Duo every few seconds, and Wufei could tell that the green eyed member wanted to comfort the one he had fallen for. Wufei glanced at Heero, who was glaring into thin air, every gear in his mind working on how to find and rescue the little blond of their group. Wufei could hardly think with everything the way it was, and there wasn't enough information either. The Chinese boy grimaced and looked to Randal.

"There has to be more, who would come to your property and swipe someone like that?" Wufei said, managing to keep his own temper under wraps. "Do you have any enemies? Friends? Family even?"

Randal smirked at the questions, making Wufei's anger nearly skyrocket out of control. "What man doesn't have enemies? Of course I have friends, but all of them are out of the area. And as for family, I am an only child and my parents were only childern, who burned in a house fire six years ago while I was out of the county visiting a friend in Italy."

Zechs gave Wufei a warning glance, advising him to keep his emotions in check and to stop hounding thier host. But that expression didn't get to Trowa, who continued the interrogation.

"Your enemies, have any of them been acting strange lately?" Trowa folded his arms, giving a piercing stare at Randal.

"Well, they have backed off a little. But, that doesn't say anything, they were probably just waiting for me to do something-" Randal gasped, putting the pieces of the puzzle into place. "I... I did receive a normal sounding threat letter about two months ago, it said something like 'move away, or die by my hands.' I didn't think much, no one ever acted upon such things before."

"Who was it from?" Trowa asked, hoping that the man knew this much, at least.

"Well, the writing was printed, not handwritten, and the only other indication was a small red stamp of a dove with a third eye."

"Unless someone knows someone that uses that stamp, how the heck is that relevant?" Duo asked, finally breaking out of his silence, but losing none of his annoyance.

"That stamp isn't common, so we should be able to track it down."Zechs said, rising from his seat. "I will look into that, you all should continue looking for clues. Go outside and look around, he was known to have been out there, so you should find some kind of clue, be it hair, footprint, or whatever else." With that, Zechs left the room to search for his own clues... And hopefully to find his true love.

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Comment from sis: Perfect!! Next one please!!! Great job with spelling and grammar! Everything was acceptable, I don't know about professionally... But I didn't catch any booboos. Keep it up!! I can't wait for the next one!!! HURRY!!!

Notes: Hee, hee ^.~ I guess I did a good job on this one! Just to let you all who read this know, my sis is an aspiring writer and has had two or three of her poems published(at least one was world-wide!) That is why I trust her so much with editing my stories, writing and creativity are her best attributes I would think. Well, thanks for the reviews so far, and please send more(every one likes reviews, right ^.6 ) Time to work on chapter 8, wish me luck!