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"When Braided Fairies Strike"Written By: Emerald Pillow Pairing: 1+3. ?+1 Warning: Yaoi; Language, Lemon, POV, death fic Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or it's characters.
You can sue me, but all I have worth taking is my cat that looks like
Trowa, but is named Duo. Rating: NC 17 When Braided Fairies Strike Part 9 The voice won that battle. It got what it wanted. .
.me talking to myself. . .people staring at me as if I was truly crazy.
. .and I allowed it by giving in and talking aloud to it. Though it
was foul play, I had to give him credit. It was well thought out.
Driving me to the edge for four days straight with bullshit, just
so that he could push me over by attacking Trowa at the perfect time.
That's why it was silent for four days on that topic. Well, that was
just one battle, but the war was going to be mine no matter the cost.
I knew I wasn't crazy. . .I just didn't know where the damn voice
was coming from. I broke out of the institute. I had to find Trowa.
If anyone could help me, he could. "You know that's not the real reason why you want
to find him." I ignored him. I wouldn't give him another victory.
I stepped to the edge of the roof and pulled a pair of binoculars
from my bag. I hated that I had to steal a few things, but it was
necessary. After I came to from blacking out, Duo and Quatre were
still at the institute, worried for me. . .however, when they left
I followed Quatre back to his hotel. What I didn't expect to find
was that Trowa had come with him. "Hey, pervert, are you going
to watch them fuck again?" As soon as I came to, the voice started
up where it left off. . .in fact, he was the one that brought me to.
I ignored him and watched the two of them from my perch. "Trowa, I'm serious." I could see Quatre plainly,
and read his lips, but Trowa was sitting in a chair behind a thick
curtain. "I don't want to see him in there any more than you
want to, but he needs professional help." "You are aware that 'professional help' is the
nice way of saying 'insanity'?" So Trowa did know I was there.
. .and he was allowing it to happen. "Like I told you. . .he
doesn't give a rat's ass if you live or die as so long as Quatre is
there. Get rid of him, and you can have Trowa, and his widow money.
How much is Quatre worth again? Billions? Trillions?" "Trowa, please don't be upset with me." Quatre
pleaded as Trowa stood and headed for the balcony; Quatre on his heels.
"He did try to commit suicide after all." "So suicide attempts automatically make someone
crazy?" Trowa asked as he leaned on the rail, keeping his back
to Quatre. I couldn't help but notice how attractive he looked leaning
like that. "You know, we could easily have our way with him.
He wouldn't put up any resistance, and if he does, I'm sure we can
over power him. We can tie Quatre to a chair and make him watch."
I continue to focus on Trowa's lips and was filled with the desire
to taste them. "I'll admit, he has problems, but he handles well.
If it wasn't for Duo and Relena he wouldn't have done what he did."
Disgust engrossed me as I watched Quatre wrap his arms around Trowa's
thin frame. I wanted to break that blonde piece of. . . "Now you're thinking. Look, all you have to do
is. . ." "No. I'm not going to hurt him." I whispered
as I lowered the binoculars. "Why not? He deserves it. You know he's been doing
nothing but rubbing Trowa's love for him in your face." "It doesn't matter what Quatre's been doing."
As Trowa started to speak again, I returned to reading his lips. "He's not happy because they're standing on the
balcony talking instead of fucking. That's all his problem."
"Trowa, I don't think it'll be safe for you to
be around him right now. Something isn't right." "How the hell can you tell me that something isn't
right? You don't even know anything about him. . ." Trowa continued
to yell, but he had spun around to face Quatre, and I could no longer
see his lips. The look of sheer shock and hurt on Quatre's face was
enough to tell me that Trowa was giving him a earful. "Damn, they're fighting. Now Trowa definitely wouldn't
resist you. He'd probably attack you. Let's go. Hurry, before they
make up." It was the first time I saw them fight. To make it
worse, or better, it was over me. Could Trowa care that much for me?
"How can anyone care for a psycho? That last thought is enough
to prove to anyone that you are. Trowa care for you? HA! HA! HA! HA!
IT IS TO LAUGH! Your own father didn't give a damn about you, so why
would anyone else? All Trowa would care for is your dick. When are
you going to realize that? Why would he want you when he can have
the rich blonde bitch? Which is why you should get rid of him. . .then
Trowa'll be the rich bitch." I leaned against the brick wall.
I was getting dizzy from the headache. Despite this, I continued to
watch them and ignore the voice. I didn't care what he had to say.
Suddenly Quatre pulled a cell phone and started talking.
Fear seemed to creep into his already distorted features. He looked
over at Trowa, his blue eyes widen more. He nodded, agreed, and hung
up. After a moment of hesitating, he looked up at Trowa again. "Heero broke out. They have reason to believe he's
coming after you." Trowa shook his head and turned around again
so that I could see him. "If anyone, he's after you Quatre." "What?" I laughed as I noticed the terror
in his face. Trowa was calm, but Quatre looked as if he had just been
told that a nuclear warhead was going to be dropped on the hotel they
were staying. Somehow, I found amusement that Quatre was terrified
of me. "Look at that little punk. He's scared shitless
Heero." The voice started laughing loudly. Not the sarcastic
laugh like before, but an evil one that sent chills down my spine.
I ignored him and focused on Trowa. "He's not ignorant Quatre. He knows what you and
Duo have been up to." A smirk spread across Trowa's lips as he
seemed to be holding a secret; whereas, tears were spouting in Quatre's
eyes. What was he talking about? What have Duo and Quatre been up
to? "Maybe he's lost his mind. Hey, maybe you should
go back to the ward, he'll be there shortly. Maybe you can trade in
Tyrice for him. Then we can fuck him every night." "Shut up." I narrowed my eyes and watched
as Trowa slid a gold ring from his finger. He turned and placed the
ring in Quatre's hand. "Wait, Trowa. You can't leave me." Quatre
said quickly. "Not like this. Not because of him." Trowa
turned to look him in the eyes. "What better reason is there?" With that,
he left the room, with Quatre running after him. This didn't make
any sense. What the hell was going on? Were they married? If so, when
did that happen? I got to the street as quickly as I could. I didn't
want to lose him. I made it just as he stepped from the building,
Quatre still following him; crying and begging for him to stay. I
hid behind a parked van and listened to their conversation on the
silent street. "Trowa, please, don't go." "Do you think I'm going to stand by you and protect
you after what you did to him?" "I'm sorry." "Try telling him that." I peeked around the
van as Trowa continued walking down the street. I followed him to
a cheap motel where he rented a room for the night; all the while,
that damn voice hummed the Mission Impossible theme song. I never
really realized how annoying that song was until now. I waited until
Trowa was settled before breaking into the window of his bathroom.
As I stepped into the main room, he was sitting cross legged on the
bed, as if waiting for me. We stared at each other a moment before
I spoke. "What's going on Trowa?" "What do you mean?" "Now he's acting innocent. Rape him. Fuck his brains
out. He'll like it. Probably beg for more if you do it right."
"I'm talking about your conversation with Quatre
just now. What the hell is going on? Why didn't you even come to visit
me?" A confused look washed over his features. "I was waiting for you to tell me you were ready."
"Ready for what? I've been stuck in that damn asylum
for six months, haven't heard shit from you, and you tell me this
bull shit?" "YEAH! You tell him what you really think of his
little whore ass." "Heero, I came to see you three months ago. I asked
you to come with me, but you said you had something to take care of.
So I waited until you were done." "No he didn't. He didn't come to see you at all.
If he did, don't you think you would remember? After all, he is part
of the reason you went insane. . .isn't he? What a fucking lair. Show
him what we do to liars." "Shut up!" Trowa appeared shocked at my outburst.
"I would have remembered if you would have come Trowa."
"Heero, I came. Angel snuck me in. We met in the
basement of the asylum. You don't remember?" "No, because it didn't happen. There's not even
an Angel on staff, so how could they have snuck you in?" Trowa
stood and looked deeply into my eyes. I didn't know what he was looking
for, but the probing was deep. "What have they done to you?" His tone was
hurt, confused, and concerned. "I'm telling you the truth. You
know I wouldn't lie to you." "Now he's going to make it seem that you're crazy
for not 'remembering'. Don't let him blame you Heero. Kick his ass."
"You knew I was in there. Didn't you?" "For the first three months, no." "You came three months ago?" He nodded, still
trying to figure out what was going on. Three months ago was when
the voice started. . .wasn't it? "No. I've been here the whole time Heero. Don't
tell me that you're actually going to believe this lair. He's obviously
trying to get you to spare him. Don't listen to him. Just fuck his
brains out and kill him." I couldn't take the headache. My temples
were throbbing as I fell to my knees. "Heero." Trowa was at my side in a flash.
"What's going on?" "Look at him, trying to act as if he cares. He
doesn't. All that matters to him is the size of your dick. Push him
away. Fuck him and I'll shut up." No. I'm not going to hurt him.
I won't hurt him. "Heero?" I looked up into his concerned emeralds.
Tears burned my eyes as I saw the true emotion locked inside those
beautiful green eyes. It was then that I realized that he was holding
me. No one ever held me before like this. "What's wrong?"
"He's just trying to confuse you. This is one of
his stupid mind games. Don't listen to him Heero. FUCK HIM! FUCK HIM!
RAPE HIM! RAPE HIM!" It was a mantra that the voice continued
to yell as loud as it could. . .and I couldn't stop him. . .I couldn't
ignore him. "I can't make it stop." I whispered through
my tears. "Make what stop?" I heard Trowa ask, but I
blacked out before I could answer. "Heero!" ~ * ~ Chapter
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