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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 Eight "What the hell, Wufei?" The dark eyed man sighed. "I owe you an apology." Trowa arched an eyebrow. "You owe me a few hundred credits - you just had me check into a hotel on another colony before sneaking out, smuggling myself on board a shuttle and climbing up a trash chute to get to you." Wufei winced. "I wasn't speaking about that. But - do you want to take a shower?" Trowa glared at him, at the way Wufei's nose wrinkled at the stench of decomposing organic matter, at his eyes narrowed as they took in the stains on Trowa's clothes. "Do you have anything for me to wear?" Trowa asked him. Wufei nodded. Trowa sighed in resignation. It wasn't as if he wanted to stand there and fight while he smelled like garbage, but something was clearly going on that Wufei wanted to put of telling him - something that meant taking extra precautions with their movements. Considering Wufei's well-documented disdain for espionage and secrecy, Trowa knew this was something serious. He showered, angrily scrubbing his body and hair and praying fervently that there had been nothing hazardous in the garbage - considering this was one of the more run down quarters of the colony, he thought it unlikely if not outright impossible for their not to have been something dangerous in the garbage he had exposed himself to. When he stepped out of the shower he was confronted with a pair of black cargo pants, black sweater and black boxer briefs. His clothes. Clothes he thought he had packed when he left Earth two years ago but had later discovered he hadn't. Clothes Wufei had kept. Trowa smelled them. They even smelled like Wufei, like that sharp, fragrance free detergent he used. Trowa put on the clothes and tried not to think too much on them. But it was hard not to. Wufei didn't like clutter, he didn't like mementos, he didn't like to think on the past. But he had kept one of Trowa's service issue shirts and these clothes. It made absolutely no fucking sense. He came out of the bathroom and found Wufei sitting at the desk in the hotel room in front of his laptop. A file was open and Trowa looked at it as he approached. It was a data folder, a huge one judging by the size of the scroll bar. Files were labelled in numbers - they looked to be time and date stamps. Most of them were from a little over two years ago. "What is that?" He asked. Wufei turned and sighed. "First. That apology." Trowa scowled. "If this is about you not coming with me the first time, it doesn't -" "No," Wufei interrupted him. "This is about me not going with Heero and Duo when they asked me to help them find out who killed your sister."
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