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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 "
"So, as far as bad ideas go, I just want to go
on the record and say this is one of them. One of the worst." Trowa was surprised at how much resistance Duo was putting
up against Wufei's demand that they visit M4112. But for the last three days, as they made arrangements,
as they packed up and colony hopped three times before finally catching
the shuttle that would take them to the colony, Duo argued against
the idea. Wufei had just met Duo's arguments with a stony glare,
unwilling to budge on this. Trowa wasn't sure why it mattered so much to Wufei,
to see the colony, to see what had happened, but he figured that Wufei,
of all of them, had a clearer vision of how to proceed. And if Wufei wanted to go to M4112 and risk all of their
lives, then Trowa would follow him. As would Duo, it seemed, bitching all the way. "Don't eat or drink anything," Duo instructed
as their shuttle docked at the port on M4112. We know they changed
the formula so it's not airborn but -" "Stop talking about it or you'll draw attention
to us," Wufei snapped. Duo shut up and looked over at Trowa, who just shrugged.
He was more than happy to let Wufei lead this suicidal expedition.
And he certainly wasn't going to take Duo's side on this -
or on anything else. Trowa wasn't sure what he had been expecting. Maybe
mindless zombies roving the streets of the colony, banging into walls,
staring ahead lifelessly. But that wasn't what they walked into. As soon as they stepped off of the shuttle Trowa was
struck by how completely normal M4112 was. It looked just like any other small manufacturing colony.
The people - they looked normal. And maybe the security guard who
checked their fake papers had a dead, glassy look in his eyes as he
shuffled through them, but Trowa was positive it was related to his
boredom with work and not something else, not something sinister. Wufei seemed just as unimpressed as he scanned over
the people, as he looked for some kind of sign. And Duo just looked anxious, ready to run or fight at
the drop of a hat. "Let's check into the hotel and then we can do
recon," Wufei said. Trowa picked a fight with the desk clerk, bitched about
getting put in the suite they had reserved instead of two rooms and
the clerk was polite and profusely apologetic when he informed Trowa
that there were no additional rooms. "Thus far, all we can ascertain is that the 'port
security guards are bored and the hotel desk clerk is polite,"
Wufei said as soon as they finished sweeping the suite for any surveillance
devices. Duo stood by the window, arms folded across his chest,
a fierce scowl on his face. "So what if that's all it is? What if they tweaked
the formula so much that all it does is make you polite?" Wufei frowned. "You mean you don't know?" Duo glared. "I know exactly as much as you do at this point
- I gave you all the intel I had, including my files on this place.
Futurum considers it a successful deployment. So I don't know
- maybe this is it." "Politeness doesn't stop a war from happening,"
Trowa murmured, knowing he needed to intervene before Duo and Wufei
got into a full blown argument. "Quatre said they had a way to
stop psychopaths from ever murdering again - this isn't enough." Both Wufei and Duo stared at him. Trowa sighed. "I'm tired." He felt like he hadn't slept
well in years, but these last few weeks had been especially rough.
"I need to sleep and then we can make a plan." "I'm going out now," Duo announced. "We're
here. I'm not just going to sit back and nap." Trowa glared at him, but Wufei nodded. "I'll go with you. Better to stick together." Trowa sighed. So much for his rest. "No, stay. Sleep. If we're not back in three hours
you should get off planet." Despite the fact that Wufei was unimpressed by the effects
of Pax Ultima on the populace, he was clearly still anxious enough
about this whole thing to plan for disaster. Trowa nodded in agreement and sat down on the bed. Duo and Wufei grabbed their jackets, grabbed guns and
knives and hid them on their bodies and then they left. It took Trowa almost half an hour to fall asleep, and
when he did, he dreamed about Duo screaming, his mouth dripping blood
and Wufei's naked, golden body drifting through space. ~ * ~ |
