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: Who is that Quatre with Zechs? And what happened to Trowa, he's been gone a while hasn't he?

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.

Chapter 12: "...hold me tight..."

Zechs glanced to his left, then to his right, unsure which direction to proceed down. He'd been searching for a way out, but had hardly gotten anywhere in the forty-five minutes since he had found the small blonde still wrapped up in his arms.

"Left, Milli, go to the big room at the end of the hall..." Quatre said, smiling with malice. Zecks sighed and turned right, earning him a displeased glaze from the smaller person. "I said 'left', Milli, don't you listen?"

Zechs stayed silent, and continued down the hall.

"Turn around, and go back the way I told you." Quatre said, giving a small unapproving smile. "Don't make me force you." Zechs looked at the small blonde teen, letting a sigh escape him.

"Quatre, I'm not sure what they did to you here, but once you are safe they will pay. I'll be the one to make sure of it. As for you, just rest here in my arms and let me find us a way out."

"Wrong, Milliardo, you will do as I say." Quatre flipped out of the larger mans' grasp and stood before him. "Now, turn around and walk straight the room I told you."

"Quatre? I... I see." Zechs lowered his head, he had to think of a way to save his poor Quatre, whatever that man did to him had seriously messed with his head. "Why don't you calm down?"

"Ha, I think you misunderstand, dear Milliardo, I do not give you the choice! Now do as I say, or I will destroy you." The smaller blonde gazed up at the taller one, the teal of his eyes had a slight glow to them. Zechs felt weak, he couldn't do anything to hurt his love, but if he didn't then that Saison Prairie would have his way. Zechs lifted his head in a proud fashion.

"I will get you out of here Quatre, and I will save you, but I must apologize to you for whatever harm may come from it." Zechs then moved quick to grab hold of the smaller blonde, who dodged out of the way and landed a swift kick to the stomach of the taller man, sending him crashing into the wall.

"You leave me with no choice, I will have to kill you." Quatre grined and moved forward to finish his target. "And, by the way, I am not your Quatre, the sweet and innocent child. I am much greater than he is... Milliardo, I am a yokai."

Trowa's green eyes fluttered open as he forced his body to move until he stood. He glanced around the bare, white room, only to find two in-ceiling lights and one window. Behind the glass there was another room, and a person he'd come to hate more than anyone.

"Good evening Trowa." Saison Prairie smirked as he looked back at the brunette boy.

"Mr. Prairie, you should not have kidnapped Quatre." Trowa took a relaxed stance and crossed his arms over his chest. "You are the biggest fool I've ever had the dishonor of meeting. Perhaps you would like to tell me your little story about why you are doing this, with no excuses." Saison gazed through the glass, thinking about the suggestion for a few moments.

"Are you that interested?" Saison asked, watching Trowa carefully as the boy nodded. "I was conducting a few experiments, and needed new test subjects. And your friend was the perfect lab rat." The man smiled, watching the glare grow on the ex-pilots' face.

Trowa waited in silence, thinking that the man should have something better to say, maybe some sad story of sorts. But the green-eyed boy quickly realized that he was waiting for nothing, and let his arms drop to his sides before springing up into the air and crashing through the window heel first.

"What did you do to him?" Trowa roared, landing gracefully among falling glass.

"I took his eyes and created a masterpiece! I am a genius that no one recognizes, I do great things that no one will approve of because of their so called morals! Society is nothing but a colony of ants that deserve to be disposed of!" Saison slowly slid a rather large scalpel off of a table he stood by. "Shall I give you a first hand demonstration of what happened to your friend?"

Trowa prepared himself for anything, he couldn't let himself get captured again, and the others! In this situation without any knowledge of what was happening outside of this room, he had to only rely on himself, and that was it.

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Sis coments: Hurry and give me the next one!!! Will Trowa get BLINDED by the light--er Crazy scientist??! Will Mille be killed by the Quatre look-alike? Where's Heero? Is Duo being eaten? Will Quatre be safe with only Wufei to protect him from this Horror House???

Notes: Very nice morals karina001, very nice :D ...Not sure if this has anything to do with anything but I was thinking recently about how it would be really cool if those little frozen ice-cream cones and popsicle's had napkins that came with them. Though they would have to be sepeated some how so they would't get dirty! Yeah, wouldn't that be fun, little frozen napkins! Anyhow, guess this took a long time to get up, but I might be able to write more soon (sis gave me some plot ideas. And if anyone else reading this wants to help out, tell me what you think!) Read and Review please!