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"Pax Ultima"Written By: Clara Barton Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The following
is an intellectual exercise with no intention of profit. That said,
these characterizations, words, and situations are mine. Please ask
before reprinting. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Angst, violence, language, sex Pairings: If you need to know, please email me
and I will be happy to tell you. Summary:They fought for peace, but peace took away what they loved the most. A very grim tale of suspense and betrayal, set post-canon and featuring character death. Thanks as always to the always fabulous Cuzo
for being my beta! "Pax Ultima " Chapter Seventeen Wufei insisted they eat, muttered something about Duo
looking too thin and threatened to dismember Duo if he even thought
of making some kind of house-wife or motherly instinct comment for
caring. So they went to a diner, not unlike the one Trowa had
found Duo at the first time, and as they sat down Trowa could hear
Duo's words. This wasn't Wufei's cooking, but as soon as Wufei had
suggest food, Trowa's brain had gone down that path, had recalled
Duo's plea. It had been two years since Duo said those words. Trowa
wondered if he still remembered them. Tea all around, after Duo mumbled something about the
coffee being worse than Prev sludge. He still looked tired, exhausted on a level that had
nothing to do with sleep, and now that Trowa wasn't looking at him
as an opponent, as an enemy to strike, he could see just how different
Duo was from the man he had been. His eyes were red-rimmed, and Trowa wouldn't dare suggest
it was because he had been crying, but he nonetheless looked drained
of emotion and purpose and Trowa felt some of his anger return. By the time the meal was over he was seething, and when
Wufei closed the door on their rented room and locked it, Trowa had
had enough. Duo's dead eyes and his inane conversation with Wufei
about local government officials and maybe there was a reason he was
telling Wufei about the mayor's niece untying all of the balloons
at his birthday and sending them up, but Trowa doubted it. And even
if there was, it had nothing to do with Heero. He shoved Duo against the wall and Duo reacted instantly,
his hands lifting to clench Trowa's own as they dug into his sweater. Duo stared at him, blue eyes red-rimmed and Trowa felt
a rage so profound it was hard for him to breathe. "I know," Duo whispered. He swallowed hard,
his Adam's apple bobbing furiously. "I know, Trowa." He
bowed his head. "I killed him. The one time he needed me to get
him out and I failed him. I let them - I killed him." Trowa heard the words, heard the despair and self-loathing
in Duo's voice. But all he could think about was Heero. He wasn't the only one who had spent the last two years
hating Duo, it seemed. Trowa released him and stepped away. "He killed himself," Trowa said coldly, shoving
his rage down deep, letting it motivate him. "He made the choice
and he did it himself. Don't you dare take that away from him. He
rebelled - he fought. You failed him, but he managed to save himself
in the end." ~ * ~ |
