My ramblings -

Whoa, it's been a while since I've written a fanfiction, but I had a small bit of inspiration hit me as I was doing a drawing of Maxwell today.

Currently, I am looking for a proof reader as I tend not to be very good at things like tenses, so if you're interested please contact me. I'll pay you in drawings if you would like (:

I obviously don't own Gundam Wing (I'm not sure if I even have to write that these days!) but I just love them boys and have done for over 13 years now. I still watch the episodes, I still get doujinshi and official books... I'm an otaku, through and through.

Warnings You know what, in this day and age, I don't expect to have to put someone being gay as a 'warning'. This has gay men in it. So far, it doesn't have gay sex. But the men are gay. They like other men. This isn't a warning - this is a fact. If this fic ends up containing any sort of sexual scenes, I will put a warning, but I would also if it was for straight sex - it's just because some people are too young or are sensitive to sex scenes.

I expect this to be an angst-y fic, with some drama and suspense thrown in. It has one typical pairing - Burton and Winner - and one less typical pairing, Wufei and Maxwell. And maybe, just maybe, Maxwell and Yuy have found themselves in some tight, hot spots during the war...

I haven't decided on who will be 'tortured', and if that will be literal or mental, and there is no blood or even swearing in this first chapter, so it's safe for everyone. This rating may change later on.

Anyway! Enjoy Chapter 1 - SURPRISE!


Some Things Don't Need To Be Said

Chapter 1 - SURPRISE!

He had been missing for 3 years.

3 long years, after the war ended.

Sure, I had that brief glimpse of him at a celebration for the end of the war, before I found out the ramifications of being a pilot in battle. I had been across the room, toasting with someone I can't even remember now when I saw the flick of a braid from behind one of the long tables. He was slinking, skirting even, already trying to hide himself away from the curious eyes of the higher class public who had been invited to the soiree.

We waited as long as it seemed suitable. Burton, using his height as an advantage, went looking for Maxwell, but reported he was nowhere to be seen. Sure, Peacecraft's palace was big, but there were only certain places people were allowed - in other areas, Burton reported he was met with locked doors. If we had only thought about the pilot's unique ability to pick locks - and then lock the door behind himself again. But we were all tipsy from the drinks we had been consuming; even though we were not old enough. Then again, if we were old enough to go to war and to die, then we were more than old enough for a celebration drink, at least that was what Burton muttered as he gave up the search. It was fine, we all decided. We had awkward but honest plans to meet up in the future.

If only we had known then that fate had other plans for us. Well, not fate. More like courts and laws and officials staring down at us. When the party was over, once the celebrations were done and we were all about to go our separate ways, standing in the hallway exchanging muted and awkward goodbyes, the front door was suddenly smashed in. They could have used the doorbell, but these guys had a new power, and they clearly wanted to use it. They stood in the hallway, wearing a navy blue uniform and some sort of badge - these guys were alien to us, the uniforms unfamiliar and their glares unfriendly.

We were instantly on high alert - actually, we were always on high alert. We all reached for our guns, and Yuy had his instantly trained on the man he considered the most threat - the guy holding the big metal object they had used to force the door in. With the war over, maybe we were half expecting calm talking and no force - but within seconds, four guys were on Yuy, forcing him to the ground and sending the gun spinning out of his hand. Winner was the first to re-holster his weapon and put his hands up, and the guys were a little less forceful with him, with only two disarming him and forcing his hands behind his back. I heard Burton growl and move over to Winner when they tugged a little hard on his arm and he cried out - that set four men on the circus performer, who was obviously considered a threat even though he had dropped his gun on the floor the second Yuy was taken over. I dropped my gun too, even though it felt alien not to put it back in its holster, and I too was treated to only two men forcing my arms behind my back - and my wrists into handcuffs.

"Where are you taking us?" Yuy demanded, now standing but struggling against the four men who were trying to hold him still. "What do you want?" It suddenly struck me then that the house alarm hadn't gone off, and none of the palace staff had come out to see what the noise was about. Struggling slightly, I managed to tilt my head and I saw Peacecraft on the spiral staircase. She was dressed in more casual clothing then I had seen during the war and the subsequent celebrations, but she kept her regal stance, as I had always seen on her. I expected her to be running down the stairs and screaming that this was a huge mistake, but she just stood there. The expression on her face was darker than I had seen before, her face turned down into a small scowl - if I hadn't spent a couple of weeks seeing her every day I could have mistaken it for something blank, but there was definitely something there. Something dark.

The men in their fancy uniforms said nothing. They had managed to force handcuffs onto both Yuy and Burton, even though it took four men for each of them. If Maxwell was there, then maybe he would be able to fish a hairpin out of his hair and pick the lock - but Maxwell wasn't there. Maxwell hadn't been here for weeks. Maxwell had stuck to his word, and decided to run and hide rather than be here. For a moment, even as I was shoved forward and forced to walk towards the broken doorway, I couldn't help but to be glad Maxwell wasn't there. 'Wherever he is, it had to be better than this,' I thought as I glanced back and saw Yuy struggling like mad and Burton trying to walk close to Winner, who had his head bowed and, like me, only two guards on him.

'Thank the gods Maxwell isn't here. I don't know where we're going, but it's not good. But wherever he is, it's not here, it's not in cuffs, he's safe.'


To be continued