[FIC] Lost - Trigger Challenge
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arg! I hate LJ. *glares*
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I may eventually pay for that remark. ^__^;; .. or not.. LJ's not letting me post comments. *glowers* I'm having trouble accessing any journals, and error messages are popping up all over the place...! bah!
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In other news, I actually came back into existence yesterday... ^___^;;; even I am wondering where I've been for the past, say, 3 weeks? lol. maybe it's more like 2.5, but yeah... umm.. new fic..!
Title: Lost
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: 1x5
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Swearing, semi-cliff-hanger..?
Summary: Wufei finds out what's going on behind his back.
A/N: Trigger Challenge #11
Heero was a human being, no matter what people think. He feels hunger, fatigue, and arousal. However, he was different from other humans in that he doesn't eat to feed his hunger, sleep to banish his fatigue, fuck to get rid of his arousal - until it gets to a point when these things start interfering with his work. These qualities of Heero Yuy may make others think that he's strange, but it was his nature. He may not think like other humans, and he may not feel the same way as others, but that's the way he is. He didn't indulge in luxuries, he didn't attach sentiments to things, and Wufei knew that. He really did, yet he still had to constantly remind himself.
"Wufei?" came Quatre's concerned voice, bringing him back from his reverie. "Are you alright?"
No, he wasn't. He wanted to scream until his insides felt raw; he wanted to tear at the injustice blanketing the world; he wanted to whimper until everything was fine. But no. Nothing's wrong.
Wufei realized just then that he'd stumbled and had caught himself on the wall, somehow managing to lose track of himself as well. Quatre's concern hadn't been baseless, then.
"Everything's fine," Wufei replied tersely, straightening himself. Blinking, he forced his eyes to focus and look at the blonde. "What were you saying again?"
Quatre looked at him with a considering look, but Wufei deliberately turned his head away. The slight scowl on his face was enough to incite those who'd be looking to look away. Pursing his lips, Wufei passed through the security checkpoint and the two of them headed out of the Preventers HQ.
"A banquet will be held next Thursday honouring the former Heero Yuy," Quatre reiterated. "I was hoping that you'd be there."
Wufei scoffed at the idea of commemorating the pacifist - who had been, no doubt, a total fool - when the Heero Yuy of the present was so much more than he'd been.
"I think I will be busy that night," Wufei lied politely. "Please give my regards to Miss Relena-"
"Heero," Quatre interrupted, catching Wufei's eyes with a weighing stare, "told me that the two of you don't have an assignment that night."
Wufei flinched mentally at the calculated mention of Heero's name. Damn that bastard Quatre.
"He's going?" Wufei asked after a pause.
"I assume so," the other replied, blinking. Then, suddenly, the somewhat tense atmosphere evaporated. "You should go too, if only to see the others again." He gave Wufei a hopeful look.
Wufei let out a discernible grunt, but Quatre smiled, looking away to walk away from the HQ with him in companionable silence. That was a yes; he'll go.
* * *
For the next five days, Wufei mused over how he should approach his partner about the banquet. Why hadn't Heero told him that he'd talk to Quatre already? Even more so, why didn't Heero tell him that he'd already agreed to go? Even though Quatre hadn't confirmed it outright, he'd sounded pretty confident when he'd told Wufei. So why did he find out from Quatre, and not his partner himself?
Wufei felt a uncomfortable twinge in his abdomen and actually shifted. Heero caught the movement and turned to regard him with a questioning gaze.
"Are the painkillers wearing off?" he murmured almost inaudibly, with a glance at Wufei's midriff. "We'll be heading back soon."
Wufei hesitated from answering, looking away to collect his thoughts. Something caught his eyes, though, and he moved to alert his partner.
Heero was already clipping on the tracker.
"Connect to the receiver," Heero ordered unnecessarily. "I'm heading out."
Wufei opened his mouth to protest about his nearly nonexistent computer skills, but Heero was already gone. Gritting his teeth, he flipped open the laptop and started tapping furiously at the keys. Heero will reach the target in ten seconds or less. The connection will need to be established between the time Heero turns the transmitter on to the time the target leaves in approximately thirty seconds, giving him twenty seconds. Concentrate on this for now; worry later.
* * *
"Heero?" Wufei spoke up.
Heero grunted.
"Are you- ugh," Wufei paused when Heero's fingers brushed over an open wound, "going to the banquet on Thursday?"
Heero tensed for a moment, causing Wufei to wince at the sudden tightening of the bandages. Heero, seeing that, relaxed his fingers and ran his fingers over the spot apologetically.
"No," he replied brusquely, continuing with the wrapping. "Busy."
"Oh."
Wufei forced his fingers to release the edge of the chair. If Heero didn't want to volunteer the information, then he shouldn't insist. Besides, he'd rather not bring up the topic of Quatre lest he start thinking too much about things again. He did that too often, really.
"Well," Heero announced as he stood up, "at least the painkillers did their job. You're witless."
"I know," Wufei replied, swaying slightly as he stood up. Heero took his arm and guided him towards the stairs.
"You're angry with me?" Wufei hazarded as his mind processed the slightly bitter tone in the other's voice.
"A little," his partner replied. "You endangered yourself."
"You needed time," Wufei retorted, falling against Heero's strong frame as he stumbled on the third step.
They paused.
Wufei heard Heero mutter something under his breath, but he couldn't quite catch it. His eyes started going unfocused of their own volition, and then he felt the unusual sensation of his legs being lifted from under him.
"I can walk," he murmured against Heero's chest.
Heero didn't answer - but that was okay. It was easier this way. That's what Wufei told himself anyway as he closed his eyes and relaxed totally against Heero's warm body. It was okay this way.
* * *
"Don't harm your body any further," Heero warned him just before he left.
That was twelve hours ago, in the middle of the night when Wufei was too drugged to see him off properly. He was also too drugged to demand of Heero why whatever that was going to keep him busy started in the middle of the night.
Now, it was in the middle of the afternoon, and he was sitting in the grand limousine that Quatre had sent to pick him up. Duo sat across from him, grinning as he recounted his latest exploit.
"His Highness the bitchiness asked me to pick you up," Duo'd said when he'd answer the door. After that, Wufei just followed him out the door and into the car without a single word. However, now that he thought about it, why hadn't Duo been expecting Heero? Surely Quatre didn't know that Heero was gone... did he?
"He threw a hissy fit after I returned from that mission." Duo snickered as he continued on with his story. "He was ranting about every single damn thing, saying that the world was made of idiots and whatnot. I disagreed - I'm just stupid, not an idiot. He threw me out just like that. Like, what the hell?"
Apparently, however, Duo found this endlessly amusing, and beamed across the car to Wufei. The latter, however, was having a hard time focusing on Duo's words. His head felt muggy, and he was having trouble breathing.
"Hey, you alright?" Duo asked in a worried tone.
Wufei blinked the fog out of his eyes.
"Ugh, yeah," he replied, unconsciously touching his wrappings.
"Take it easy," Duo murmured, moving forward to gently remove Wufei's hand from his wrappings. "We'll be there in a little bit, so just relax, okay?"
Wufei blinked again, then turned his head towards the rear window. For some reason, he wanted to go back...
* * *
It wasn't until halfway through a shower that Wufei finally realized something that had been nudging at him all this time. They'd all known all this time where Heero was.
Wufei leaned his forearms against the wall of the shower and let the water beat at his back. His mind recalled fragments of information that he'd picked up all the way through dinner and the dance. None of them had asked about Heero. In fact, nobody mentioned anything concerning the Preventers at all, when they were all at least indirectly connected the organization. Added to that the fact that the recent uprisings have caused a lot of gossip, it was downright strange that nobody said anything at all about the Preventers. It almost seemed as if...
No. Wufei was confused; he'd taken too much drugs to make logical decisions, and-
Drugs...
Fucker.
* * *
As soon as he heard the footsteps, Wufei was up on his feet and charging towards the door.
It banged open.
Wufei was against the hallway wall, an arm digging painfully into his neck.
"Wufei-" Heero's eyes registered alarm for a second before he pulled away quickly. "Why are you-"
Now he was the one pinned.
"What?" Wufei seethed, his grip tight enough to choke. "You'd expected me to be half-stoned and docile in Quatre's care? Well, unfortunately for you, I do not appreciate being drugged!"
He yanked Heero to slam him into the wall again, but suddenly, his hands were pulled away in an iron grip.
"Wufei, act rationally-"
"I am fucking rational!" Wufei tore his hands away, his expression hurt. "What do you think I am? A pet that needs to be taken care of? Fuck, if you so wanted to go on a mission on your own, you could've just told me!"
Heero's eyes widened, then he took a step towards his partner.
"It wasn't like that-"
"Wasn't it, though?" Wufei snarled. "I was wounded. You decided to put me down with drugs so that I wouldn't be in the way when you went off to do whatever the fuck you wanted to do. You even had my friends conspiring behind my back to guard me from coming to. Do you think I'm stupid?!"
Heero reached towards him, but he slapped his hands away.
"I don't need your excuses," he seethed. "Just tell me the truth for once. Were they all in on it?"
Heero opened his mouth speechlessly.
"I see," Wufei concluded, swallowing thickly. "So that's how it is."
Gathering all his strength, he shoved Heero away from him and turned in one motion, sprinting out of the house, and away.
The End?
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bah.. been cross-posted all over the place, so really, there's no point for me to post it here.. heh. fills the page, so that's good in any case... which reminds me... gotta upload it to my site. =\
*bounces* Kyeian wrote more GW goodness! *beams* a sequel to Blood. heh. I'm in love. *dies*
ETA: reread the entry, saw "feels the page", and went wtf? ^__^ duuude... 11/01/04
arg! I hate LJ. *glares*
.
.
.
I may eventually pay for that remark. ^__^;; .. or not.. LJ's not letting me post comments. *glowers* I'm having trouble accessing any journals, and error messages are popping up all over the place...! bah!
[/whine]
In other news, I actually came back into existence yesterday... ^___^;;; even I am wondering where I've been for the past, say, 3 weeks? lol. maybe it's more like 2.5, but yeah... umm.. new fic..!
Title: Lost
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: 1x5
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Swearing, semi-cliff-hanger..?
Summary: Wufei finds out what's going on behind his back.
A/N: Trigger Challenge #11
Heero was a human being, no matter what people think. He feels hunger, fatigue, and arousal. However, he was different from other humans in that he doesn't eat to feed his hunger, sleep to banish his fatigue, fuck to get rid of his arousal - until it gets to a point when these things start interfering with his work. These qualities of Heero Yuy may make others think that he's strange, but it was his nature. He may not think like other humans, and he may not feel the same way as others, but that's the way he is. He didn't indulge in luxuries, he didn't attach sentiments to things, and Wufei knew that. He really did, yet he still had to constantly remind himself.
"Wufei?" came Quatre's concerned voice, bringing him back from his reverie. "Are you alright?"
No, he wasn't. He wanted to scream until his insides felt raw; he wanted to tear at the injustice blanketing the world; he wanted to whimper until everything was fine. But no. Nothing's wrong.
Wufei realized just then that he'd stumbled and had caught himself on the wall, somehow managing to lose track of himself as well. Quatre's concern hadn't been baseless, then.
"Everything's fine," Wufei replied tersely, straightening himself. Blinking, he forced his eyes to focus and look at the blonde. "What were you saying again?"
Quatre looked at him with a considering look, but Wufei deliberately turned his head away. The slight scowl on his face was enough to incite those who'd be looking to look away. Pursing his lips, Wufei passed through the security checkpoint and the two of them headed out of the Preventers HQ.
"A banquet will be held next Thursday honouring the former Heero Yuy," Quatre reiterated. "I was hoping that you'd be there."
Wufei scoffed at the idea of commemorating the pacifist - who had been, no doubt, a total fool - when the Heero Yuy of the present was so much more than he'd been.
"I think I will be busy that night," Wufei lied politely. "Please give my regards to Miss Relena-"
"Heero," Quatre interrupted, catching Wufei's eyes with a weighing stare, "told me that the two of you don't have an assignment that night."
Wufei flinched mentally at the calculated mention of Heero's name. Damn that bastard Quatre.
"He's going?" Wufei asked after a pause.
"I assume so," the other replied, blinking. Then, suddenly, the somewhat tense atmosphere evaporated. "You should go too, if only to see the others again." He gave Wufei a hopeful look.
Wufei let out a discernible grunt, but Quatre smiled, looking away to walk away from the HQ with him in companionable silence. That was a yes; he'll go.
* * *
For the next five days, Wufei mused over how he should approach his partner about the banquet. Why hadn't Heero told him that he'd talk to Quatre already? Even more so, why didn't Heero tell him that he'd already agreed to go? Even though Quatre hadn't confirmed it outright, he'd sounded pretty confident when he'd told Wufei. So why did he find out from Quatre, and not his partner himself?
Wufei felt a uncomfortable twinge in his abdomen and actually shifted. Heero caught the movement and turned to regard him with a questioning gaze.
"Are the painkillers wearing off?" he murmured almost inaudibly, with a glance at Wufei's midriff. "We'll be heading back soon."
Wufei hesitated from answering, looking away to collect his thoughts. Something caught his eyes, though, and he moved to alert his partner.
Heero was already clipping on the tracker.
"Connect to the receiver," Heero ordered unnecessarily. "I'm heading out."
Wufei opened his mouth to protest about his nearly nonexistent computer skills, but Heero was already gone. Gritting his teeth, he flipped open the laptop and started tapping furiously at the keys. Heero will reach the target in ten seconds or less. The connection will need to be established between the time Heero turns the transmitter on to the time the target leaves in approximately thirty seconds, giving him twenty seconds. Concentrate on this for now; worry later.
* * *
"Heero?" Wufei spoke up.
Heero grunted.
"Are you- ugh," Wufei paused when Heero's fingers brushed over an open wound, "going to the banquet on Thursday?"
Heero tensed for a moment, causing Wufei to wince at the sudden tightening of the bandages. Heero, seeing that, relaxed his fingers and ran his fingers over the spot apologetically.
"No," he replied brusquely, continuing with the wrapping. "Busy."
"Oh."
Wufei forced his fingers to release the edge of the chair. If Heero didn't want to volunteer the information, then he shouldn't insist. Besides, he'd rather not bring up the topic of Quatre lest he start thinking too much about things again. He did that too often, really.
"Well," Heero announced as he stood up, "at least the painkillers did their job. You're witless."
"I know," Wufei replied, swaying slightly as he stood up. Heero took his arm and guided him towards the stairs.
"You're angry with me?" Wufei hazarded as his mind processed the slightly bitter tone in the other's voice.
"A little," his partner replied. "You endangered yourself."
"You needed time," Wufei retorted, falling against Heero's strong frame as he stumbled on the third step.
They paused.
Wufei heard Heero mutter something under his breath, but he couldn't quite catch it. His eyes started going unfocused of their own volition, and then he felt the unusual sensation of his legs being lifted from under him.
"I can walk," he murmured against Heero's chest.
Heero didn't answer - but that was okay. It was easier this way. That's what Wufei told himself anyway as he closed his eyes and relaxed totally against Heero's warm body. It was okay this way.
* * *
"Don't harm your body any further," Heero warned him just before he left.
That was twelve hours ago, in the middle of the night when Wufei was too drugged to see him off properly. He was also too drugged to demand of Heero why whatever that was going to keep him busy started in the middle of the night.
Now, it was in the middle of the afternoon, and he was sitting in the grand limousine that Quatre had sent to pick him up. Duo sat across from him, grinning as he recounted his latest exploit.
"His Highness the bitchiness asked me to pick you up," Duo'd said when he'd answer the door. After that, Wufei just followed him out the door and into the car without a single word. However, now that he thought about it, why hadn't Duo been expecting Heero? Surely Quatre didn't know that Heero was gone... did he?
"He threw a hissy fit after I returned from that mission." Duo snickered as he continued on with his story. "He was ranting about every single damn thing, saying that the world was made of idiots and whatnot. I disagreed - I'm just stupid, not an idiot. He threw me out just like that. Like, what the hell?"
Apparently, however, Duo found this endlessly amusing, and beamed across the car to Wufei. The latter, however, was having a hard time focusing on Duo's words. His head felt muggy, and he was having trouble breathing.
"Hey, you alright?" Duo asked in a worried tone.
Wufei blinked the fog out of his eyes.
"Ugh, yeah," he replied, unconsciously touching his wrappings.
"Take it easy," Duo murmured, moving forward to gently remove Wufei's hand from his wrappings. "We'll be there in a little bit, so just relax, okay?"
Wufei blinked again, then turned his head towards the rear window. For some reason, he wanted to go back...
* * *
It wasn't until halfway through a shower that Wufei finally realized something that had been nudging at him all this time. They'd all known all this time where Heero was.
Wufei leaned his forearms against the wall of the shower and let the water beat at his back. His mind recalled fragments of information that he'd picked up all the way through dinner and the dance. None of them had asked about Heero. In fact, nobody mentioned anything concerning the Preventers at all, when they were all at least indirectly connected the organization. Added to that the fact that the recent uprisings have caused a lot of gossip, it was downright strange that nobody said anything at all about the Preventers. It almost seemed as if...
No. Wufei was confused; he'd taken too much drugs to make logical decisions, and-
Drugs...
Fucker.
* * *
As soon as he heard the footsteps, Wufei was up on his feet and charging towards the door.
It banged open.
Wufei was against the hallway wall, an arm digging painfully into his neck.
"Wufei-" Heero's eyes registered alarm for a second before he pulled away quickly. "Why are you-"
Now he was the one pinned.
"What?" Wufei seethed, his grip tight enough to choke. "You'd expected me to be half-stoned and docile in Quatre's care? Well, unfortunately for you, I do not appreciate being drugged!"
He yanked Heero to slam him into the wall again, but suddenly, his hands were pulled away in an iron grip.
"Wufei, act rationally-"
"I am fucking rational!" Wufei tore his hands away, his expression hurt. "What do you think I am? A pet that needs to be taken care of? Fuck, if you so wanted to go on a mission on your own, you could've just told me!"
Heero's eyes widened, then he took a step towards his partner.
"It wasn't like that-"
"Wasn't it, though?" Wufei snarled. "I was wounded. You decided to put me down with drugs so that I wouldn't be in the way when you went off to do whatever the fuck you wanted to do. You even had my friends conspiring behind my back to guard me from coming to. Do you think I'm stupid?!"
Heero reached towards him, but he slapped his hands away.
"I don't need your excuses," he seethed. "Just tell me the truth for once. Were they all in on it?"
Heero opened his mouth speechlessly.
"I see," Wufei concluded, swallowing thickly. "So that's how it is."
Gathering all his strength, he shoved Heero away from him and turned in one motion, sprinting out of the house, and away.
The End?
* * *
bah.. been cross-posted all over the place, so really, there's no point for me to post it here.. heh. fills the page, so that's good in any case... which reminds me... gotta upload it to my site. =\
*bounces* Kyeian wrote more GW goodness! *beams* a sequel to Blood. heh. I'm in love. *dies*
ETA: reread the entry, saw "feels the page", and went wtf? ^__^ duuude... 11/01/04