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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 Twenty-Five They were gone for two and a half hours. Just long enough for Trowa, who had slept for maybe an hour and woken up the worse for it, to start thinking the worst. Duo walked in first, eyes going from the empty bed to the desk, where Trowa sat in front of Wufei's computer. His face was tense. Wufei's, on the other hand, was annoyed. He stepped into the room after Duo, locked the door, and headed right for the bathroom. Trowa arched an eyebrow at Duo. The braided man shrugged, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Trowa did not like being left in suspense. He rose from the desk and crossed to the bathroom, but the door was locked. "What happened?" Trowa asked, irritated that he had to ask. "Nothing," Duo sighed. Trowa watched him toe off his boots and run his hands through his hair. He looked, Trowa couldn't help but think, a little the worse for wear. "Nothing?" Duo nodded, but didn't elaborate. Wufei finally came out of the bathroom, and he startled at Trowa leaning against the wall beside the door. Trowa gave him a long, steady look. "It doesn't feel right," Wufei muttered. "This place, these people. Nothing feels right, but there's nothing wrong." Duo nodded, remaining uncharacteristically silent. "What?" Trowa demanded. He had slept exactly long enough to make him want more sleep, and he knew it was making him short-tempered. He also didn't care. This whole damn thing made him short-tempered. "Maybe..." Duo scrubbed his face. "Fuck. This whole time I was- it was just me in this, and I was so fucking sure that- what if, what if it's just this? What if it's just people being a little too nice and a little too willing to ignore assholes? Is that-" "Heero died because of this," Wufei interrupted Duo, his voice implacable. "Heero died. Catharine died. Entire colonies have been wiped out because of this. This is not all that it is. This is murder, Duo, and there needs to be justice." "Even if all Quatre and Treize have done is make people nicer?" Duo and Wufei were locked in a glaring match. "And how the fuck are we- what are we going to do? March into Une's office and say 'hey, we found out that your ex-boyfriend and Quatre are conspiring the make humans nice to each other. You should do something about that.' Assuming she isn't in on it in the first fucking place." "You're that willing to just let them get away with it?" Trowa asked. Duo gave him a bitter look. "I didn't say that." He scrubbed his face again, and he looked every bit as worn and weary as he had the day that Trowa had finally caught up to him. "Take a shower. Get some rest," he said to both of them. "I'm going out." Wufei shook his head, a belligerent expression on his face, and stepped in front of him. "No. You're not going out alone. Not-" "Yes, I am. Now move." Wufei glared at him, not budging. Trowa sighed and shoved past him, catching the surprised look and the frown on Duo's face before he schooled his features into a blank mask. "I'll be back in six hours."
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