Title: The Devil Has Blue Eyes

By: Aina Song

Fandom(s): Gundam Wing

Genre: Yaoi (with some Het thrown in)

Rating: PG-15

Warning(s): Contraband; Fusion; Language; Death; Murder.

Pairing(s): Heero/Quatre (constant mentionings of Het pairings)

Reviews: Yes, please.

Author's Note: (I'm afraid my usual Disclaimer will not be enough this time, so bear with me.) I, Aina Song, hereby acknowledge the illegality of the following fusion fiction, which is based very thickly upon Clara Wimberly's The Jeweled Heart of Rosemont Castle. I do not claim any rights or privileges her book may have earned her, nor do I claim credit for the book itself. This fanfiction follows her plot almost to the letter, with few changes tossed in here and there, but I must again press that it does so without the explicit permission of Ms. Wimberly, her editor(s), or her publisher(s). This fiction was not written for money; I do not profit from this in any way, shape, or form. Please excuse the illegality of it all, and I do hope my own readers will try to look past my unlawfulness and enjoy the fiction nonetheless. Thank you.

Teaser: He did not care that he was the lost heir to a winery fortune - especially since he couldn't remember that earliest piece of his childhood. He only wanted to reclaim the family that had been kept from him. But there was another who was determined to unmask him as an imposter. And, at the same time, a strange cold presence stirred again at his return, anxious to finish what it had started so long ago…

Chapter Twenty-Seven

There was shock on the faces of those in the tower as they looked silently at one another. Heero turned around and ran toward the door. "Stay here," he called to all of them.

"No," Quatre argued, racing to catch up to him. "I'm coming with you."

The darker man looked at him quickly but said nothing as Quatre followed him down the stairs, into the library, and through the castle.

The great wolf saw them coming. It came to its feet, and Quatre could see the bristle of hair along its neck and shoulders as it watched them approach. A low growl rumbled from its throat, and its teeth glittered in the dim moonlight.

"Stay, Shinigami," Heero commanded.

Still the wolf continued to growl. This time it seemed it was not leaving its master for anyone, not even Heero.

Quatre's heart leapt as he saw Duo's arm move toward the wolf. As his fingers clutched at Shinigami's thick fur, it slowly sank to the ground beside Duo, still watching them warily.

"He's alive," the blond breathed.

The both began to run, unmindful of the animal or what it might do. But even though it still eyed them suspiciously, it made no effort to hurt them.

They knelt, one on each side of Duo. His face was bloody, and his strange amethyst eyes narrowed as though to focus through his pain to find Heero. "I-I was wrong," he croaked, his weakened voice gurgling past the blood in his throat. "I was so wrong…"

"Heero," Quatre pleaded under his breath. "Can we help him?"

The darker man's eyes met his, blue orbs blazing with unspeakable heartache, and Quatre's own heart plummeted toward his stomach. And the blond realized what Heero had already known - the Demon was dying.

"Saw you… saw you go up there," Duo gasped; he looked as if he would have arched his back in pain, if it wasn't already broken. "Followed you… t-tried to stop it…"

"I believe you," Quatre whispered.

"H-Heero… Shinigami…"

"Who was it, Duo?" He asked, his voice husky with emotion. "Who did this to you?"

The Demon's eyes grew cloudy and dim. His hand lifted from the wolf's back and he pointed toward something behind them. Quatre turned and looked over his shoulder, finding that everyone had come from the castle and stood in a semicircle on the lawn behind them. Returning his attention to Duo, the blond saw the fury in those strange eyes. Duo's murderer was there; Quatre knew it, and so did Heero.

Then Duo's hand fell to his side, and the Demon did not draw another breath. Heero choked back a short cry, finally breaking down and collapsing over the broken tangle of his friend's body.

Oddly, it was Dorothy who came forward first - everyone else seemed too stunned to move or to speak. She bent to Heero and put her hand on his shoulder. "Come along now, Heero," she murmured. "Let some of the servants take him and bury him."

The darker man's head came up, and Quatre saw the tears in his eyes. "He was a Catholic. He will have a proper funeral." Heero's voice was soft, but angry; frustration clipped his words. "Do you think I would have him buried in the middle of the night, like some animal?"

"Now, dear…"

"Leave it alone, Dorothy. This is something I will take care of on my own, with no interference from anyone." His face and his voice reflected the deep grief he felt.

The man who lay dead upon the ground was more than a friend to Heero. Quatre knew that, but he doubted the rest of them could understand it. Besides, they thought Duo was the one who'd tried to kill him tonight. All of them, except one.

The blond turned to them then, scanning their faces as they looked on in silence. Everyone was there. Sally, her cook's helpers, Wufei, even Cathy and her stableboy Trowa. The family stood at the front of the gathering. Hiromi clung to Treize's arm as though without his support she might fall to the ground. She seemed frightened, and very vulnerable. Zechs Merquise seemed to have eyes only for Quatre, looking as though the man wanted to help him, to take him away and protect him.

Quatre sighed in frustration. There was nothing on any of their faces to tell him who the murderer was. Which of them wanted him dead? And why? Duo had managed to tell them he had been wrong, but wrong about what? About Treize having killed Leia? Or about Leia actually being dead? Now Quatre would never know unless he could find out on his own.

Someone brought a blanket to Heero, and he covered Duo's body carefully and tenderly. It plucked at Quatre's heartstrings to see him that way. The blond had thought from the beginning that Heero Yuy was a strong, invincible man. And yet this new side of him did not make Quatre think less of the darker man's masculinity.

Heero stood, hollering instructions to some of the servants about Duo's body. Then he turned to Quatre and took his hand. The others had begun to drift back to the castle, but he pulled the blond close and whispered into Quatre's ear; "Say nothing about what he told us."

Quatre drew back to stare at him. "Y-you mean…"

"I mean, let them continue thinking it was Duo who locked you in the tower room and started the fire."

"All right."

"Wufei," he called toward the group of people, before lowering his voice to speak again to Quatre: "In the meantime, I'm going to have Wufei take you straight to your room and stay with you. As soon as I've finished here, I'll come to you."

The blond nodded as Wufei came forward.

"I want you to take Quatre Raberba to his room," Heero requested, with just a hint of authority behind his voice. "Lock the door; let no one in but me. Understand?"

Wufei suddenly looked more like a soldier at attention than a manservant, his obsidian eyes bright and alert. "Yes sir," he clipped with a quick nod.

Heero turned to Quatre, and the blond felt the warmth of the other's palm curling around the side of his neck as it swept up toward his jaw. "Are you really all right? In all the confusion, I hardly had time to ask."

Quatre gave a shaky smile, wishing for the darker man's sake that he could be stronger than he was, strong enough for the both of them. "Yes," he replied. "I'm fine." He reached up and touched Heero's face, near the nasty cut on his forehead. "Have the doctor look at this."

"I will. Don't worry about me, warabe."

As Wufei took him back toward the castle, Quatre saw several people waiting in the open doorway just off the loggia. Treize and Hiromi were there, as well as Zechs. But Dorothy, true to form, was showing little concern. She had gone back to her room.

After much assurance to them that he was all right, the blond allowed Wufei to take him up to his room. Quatre was tired; he wanted nothing more than a warm bath and a change of clothes. When Cathy knocked at the door a few moments later, however, probably anticipating Quatre's needs, Wufei would not allow her through. Heero had told him no one, and that meant Cathy, too.

Quatre went to the door and looked over Wufei's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Cathy. And I know it's late, but could you come back later?"

She smiled very sweetly. "It's near time for the cooks to start breakfast. So I'll be up and waiting when you're ready. You're… you're not hurt anywhere, are you? Shall I bring some ointment back when I come?"

"That might be a good idea."

The blond smiled at the haughty look she threw at Wufei as she left.

By the time Heero arrived, Quatre was almost asleep in the chair beside his bed. He wasn't even aware Wufei had been sent away until the darker man came to stand beside him. Quatre looked up and saw him there, watching him.

"I'm sorry to wake you."

"No, it's fine. I wanted to wait up for you."

Heero sat on the side of the bed, grabbing the arms of Quatre's chair and pulling it closer. "I don't think I'd ever known fear like when I saw you clinging to that wall tonight…"

Quatre's eyes stung wetly at the other's words. Moving to the edge of his chair, their knees touching together, he lifted a hand to brush his fingers against Heero's forehead, his eyes looking worriedly at the small bandage there.

"I'm fine," Heero said with a smile. He held his arms out in invitation.

As though a spring had been released deep inside him, Quatre leapt forward and caught himself in Heero's embrace. He was perhaps a little too enthusiastic, for the darker man fell back upon the mattress with a low chuckle, taking Quatre down with him so that the blond lay atop him.

Heero's hands gently ran along Quatre's back and arms, before tunneling his fingers into the blond's hair. "Quatre," he whispered. "My spell-weaving gypsy. I was afraid I had lost you."

"Never," Quatre hissed. "I love you, Heero - I would never leave you."

Heero laughed, a quiet sound of joy and triumph. Then he kissed the blond, his warm lips urgent and demanding as he crushed Quatre against him. "Do you, kawaii? Do you really?"

The blond answered him with a kiss of his own and felt Heero's moan of delight against his mouth. The darker man's hands caressed him slowly, expertly, and Quatre felt like laughing aloud. Heero had come to discuss his safety, and yet he found that he was anything but safe with Heero Yuy. The man was intensely dangerous.

Heero pushed up and rolled them over, pushing Quatre down onto the bed now; his mouth kissed and nibbled along the blond's jaw before catching his teeth to Quatre's earlobe. His body shifted hotly against Quatre's, sending burning tingles beneath the blond's very skin, and Heero whispered his name over and over. Quatre clung tightly to him, arching up into the body above him.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and he heard Cathy's voice on the other side. "Mister Quatre… it's me, Cathy. Are you ready for your bath yet?"

Heero pulled away and threw a wry, exasperated glare toward the door. He took a deep breath and held it before moving from the bed. Raking the fingers of one hand through his dark hair, he looked back at Quatre with amusement. "Well? Should I tell her you're ready for your bath?"

"No," the blond shook his head. "Tell her to go away."

He laughed, leaning over Quatre and skimming his teeth along the other's jaw once more. "Just the answer I was hoping for."

"Mister Quatre?" Cathy insisted. "You awake?"

"Give me a minute," he said, lightly shoving Heero back and getting to his feet.

Heero pulled him once again into his arms. "I intended to come up here and talk tonight… about what happened and what we were to do about it. I suppose you know your kisses made me forget everything I meant to say."

"My kisses?"

He laughed. "Have your bath, kawaii. Let Cathy take care of you; you deserve it. I could use some cleaning up myself. Then I'll come back, and we'll have breakfast together. How does that sound?"

"You have to ask?" Quatre demanded, moving to kiss him once more.

Minutes later, when Heero opened the door, the blond saw Cathy's instant reaction to the darker man's presence. A knowing little grin slid across her face as she watched Heero walk into the hallway.

"I'll be back," Heero promised softly.

She turned back to Quatre with a twist of her lips. "So, that's the way it is, eh?" Giggling, she came into the room and readied his bath water. "This will no doubt be the talk of the town."

"You just keep it to yourself," Quatre warned with a quiet chuckle. He could not resist her teasing, for he saw the happy acceptance behind it.

"Why, of course," she said brightly.

Then Cathy became a little mother hen, ordering him to sit in a chair so that she could brush out his hair. For a small while the blond had forgotten the horrible events of the night. But now they all came rushing back as she raked tiny pieces of glass from his hair (how had he not felt that?) and muttered about how close he had come to death.

"Your hair is a proper mess," Cathy cried. She looked at him with anxious eyes; "I'm going to have to cut a great deal of it away."

"Don't worry about it, Cathy. I think it's time I left my gypsy past behind me, anyway."

By the time she had cut the singed part of his hair and he'd had a bath, Quatre felt exhausted. The sun was brightening the large oak trees around the castle as he dressed quickly in blue trousers and a green satiny dress shirt.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror. It had been necessary to cut his hair; it had been damaged almost beyond repair. But now he hardly recognized himself. His hair now was so short it hugged his head in wild, golden disarray. He was startled to discover he looked even more like his mother than before.

Cathy grinned when Heero came back. Dark blue eyes met aquamarine, and the world crumbled away around them. Neither even noticed when Cathy excused herself.

Quatre's life had changed so drastically. He had hoped to find a family, and happiness, at Rosemont Castle. But now, after the fire and all the things he'd learned from Duo, he had no idea what turn his life would take next.

He only knew how he had come to feel about Heero Yuy, that he felt safe with Heero… He was willing to put his life and his future into the other man's hands.