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" Rest In Peace"Written By: Emerald Pillow
Disclaimer: I don't own GW, it's characters, or
anything related to them. (who do I talk to, to change that?) Pairings: 1x2, 3x4 Rating: NC 17 Summary: Trowa returns from his mission to find
that Quatre has been killed. There is something suspicious though
and after being visited by Quatre's ghost, Trowa is determined to
find out what happened.
Rest In Peace Chapter 4 "Another sleepless night?" Wu Fei asked as he walked into the kitchen to find Trowa cooking again. The chef remained silent as he flipped the bacon. Wu Fei studied him a moment. "You look a little pale there Barton." "Wu Fei, do you believe in ghosts?" Before he knew it, the words were spilling over his lips. Of course Wu Fei wouldn't, after all, he was a warrior. Warriors shouldn't believe in such things. "No. I don't believe in them. . .I know they exist." Trowa turned to study him, a little surprised. "How do you know?" "Because the spirit of someone dear to me is inside my Gundam." Curious, Trowa quickly turned off the stove and sat across from his friend. "Have you ever seen the spirit? Physically? Or felt it?" "I haven't seen it, but I know Nataku's spirit is with me. Nataku lends the strength I need to fight and guides me through battle." "Oh." The Heavyarms' pilot stood and returned to the stove. "Why the sudden interest in the super natural?" "I'm just curious." "Come on Barton, you can trust me." "He thinks he can see Quatre." Duo answered as he appeared at the kitchen entrance. "He's just been fighting too much. They say that wars can make people go funny in the head." "Not necessarily. If you really are seeing Winner, it's possible he could be a ghost." "Yeah!" Duo chimed in. "Maybe he came back from the dead to haunt you. You cheating bastard." Trowa closed his eyes at the statement. "He might be trying to tell you something." Wu Fei continued completely ignoring Duo's comment. Duo grabbed a plate and began piling it with eggs. "Something along the lines of 'stay the fuck away from Heero and show some damn grief for me'." Trowa remained silent as Duo began heaping bacon next to the eggs. He didn't object. Somehow he felt that Duo's punishment was deserved. "Damnit Maxwell, leave him alone." Wu Fei interrupted. "Fuck you!" Duo turned his attention to the Chinese pilot. "Do you have any ideal what he did last night?" "Maxwell!" "He fucked Heero! You claim to have cared for him and yet your fucking your best friend two nights later." "Duo!" Coal and violet turned to greet angered colbats. "Some friend you turned out to be." Duo snapped and glared at the arrival. "What we do is our business." "Bull shit! Quatre's my best friend. That's fucking disrespectful to him to just. . ." "Quatre is dead!" Heero barked. "If he was alive, it would be a different story." "If he cared for him, he would at least cried over him. Grief a little longer than two days." "Would it bring him back?" "Maybe you two should argue about this later." Wu Fei suggested as he stared at Trowa's back. He was ignored as usual when Heero and Duo started fighting. "No, it wouldn't. . .but it would at least show that he gave a rat's ass about him." "Not everyone can be like you. Emotions aren't something everyone is blessed with showing." "He sure showed lust last night. Isn't lust an emotion, Heero?" "Are you really angry because you really feel that way. . .Or the fact it was me?" "Fuck you Heero! You're nothing! It doesn't matter if it was you or Wu Fei. Hell! If the truth is known, he probably only wanted Quatre as his fuck duck and sugar daddy." That was all Trowa could take. Without warning, he slammed his fist into Duo's jaw and left. "Heero!" Trowa's voice sliced through the silent woods. This was followed by a series of moans that encouraged Heero to increase the pace of his thrusts. He grip the Latin's hips harder and pulled him onto his erection as sharply as he could. In addition, Trowa began pushing himself on the intrusion. He closed his eyes and focused on the sensations overwhelming him. His fingers dug into the soft damp grass under him. With every invasion, he body lurched forward as Heero pleased him. The enlarged member inside him caressed him in a way he had never before. Trowa reached down and began pumping himself in time with his lover. His moans grew louder and soft pants could be heard from behind him. Slowly he opened his emeralds and was met with a huge pair of glowing green eyes. Trowa froze at the sight in the crystal water of the lake. "Heero. . ." He gasp, but his partner took it as a reward of satisfaction. "Heero stop. . ." Trowa commanded, never taking his eyes from the glowing ones below. He knew what he was seeing, he just wanted to make sure he wasn't the only one to see it. The actions behind him cease. "What's wrong?" Heero asked, noting the fact that the Latin was staring intently into the water. "Come here." The gleaming eyes looked as if they were at the bottom of the lake. They were stationary, but still glowing as brightly as when they were first noticed. Confused, Heero kneeled next to his friend and looked into his face. "What?" "Can you see them?" Colbats studied the taller pilot a moment before turning to look at the water. Just as he did, the eyes dimmed and disappeared. "What am I looking for?" Heero wondered aloud. "They're gone now." Trowa answered, never taking his eyes from the cool surface. "What's gone?" "There was a pair of green eyes in the water." Heero looked over at Trowa's reflection. "Not mine. These were much bigger. . .and glowing. . .they were at the bottom of the lake." "Trowa. . ." "I know what I saw." "Maybe the sun hit in an odd angle and. . ." "I know what I saw!" Trowa reiterated, and glared at the Japanese pilot. Heero pulled the lean frame into a comforting embrace. "I'm sorry." He whispered gently as he relaxed inside the strong arms. "Don't be. You've been through a lot." He lovingly ran his fingers through Trowa's brown hair. Trowa slipped his arms around his comforter, and held him closely. As if he was trying to somehow gather strength from his friend. "I'm falling apart." "You can repiece." "I don't think I can." "That's why I'm here." With that Heero tenderly kissed the top of Trowa's head. They sat in silence a few minutes, just holding each other, before Heero gripped the Latin's manhood and began pumping him. Trowa relaxed against the body next to him. It was then that he realized that he was leaving his partner unsatisfied. He pushed the pleasing hand away and repositioned himself. Heero made no resistance as Trowa lowered himself onto the erection. He leaned against the muscular chest and began rocking himself on the harden sex. At the same time, he continued to please himself. Heero slid one arm around his waist and thrust harshly into his companion. His lips lightly traced the hollow of Trowa's neck and shoulder. Soon, both boys' bodies tensed, ready for release. Trowa was the first to reach his climax. A few minutes later, Heero shared the same fate. They both tumbled to the grass. Trowa rolled onto his back and stared at the sky. Heero laid on his side next to him, staring down at him with robot eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked and a nod was his response. Trowa pushed himself to a sitting position and stared at the lake surface. Though he tried not to think about it, he couldn't stop remembering those eyes. They seem so familiar, like the eyes of a Gundam. Even if they were eyes of a Gundam someone would have had to turn them on as well as off. "Do you think Duo or Wu Fei put his Gundam under the lake?" Trowa thought aloud. "Duo doesn't like to do that. . .but Wu Fei could have." Heero sat up. "Either way, don't worry about it." He cooed and pulled Trowa into another embrace. This didn't feel right. Being this close to Heero suddenly made him uncomfortable. Maybe there was some truth to what Duo had said. He shouldn't be having sex so soon, especially not with his best friend. "We should go back and get something to eat." Heero suggested. Trowa remained silent. He wasn't the least bit hungry. His mind was too preoccupied to worry about food. Heero gently broke the hold and started to dress. All the while, Trowa stayed sitting naked by the lake shore, staring into the depths. "Trowa. . ." Heero started as he sat behind his lover. "I'm not hungry." "You haven't eaten in days. . . . .You need to eat. If you don't you'll make yourself sick." "I don't care." "I do. Doesn't that account for anything? . .Don't do this to yourself." Trowa made no resistance as Heero started to dress him. Throughout the process, he continued to stare into the lake. Once fully cladded, Heero grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. He then started dragging the listless boy toward the safe house.
Since the glowing eyes in the lake, he hadn't had anymore experiences with the supernatural. He was still lacking sleep, and he hasn't eaten since Heero dragged him from the lake to the safe house, but at least the images stopped appearing. Maybe Heero was right. He was imaging the whole thing. In the pass four days, he and his new lover have been inseparable. Perhaps that's why he hadn't seen anything new. Before, Quatre always disappeared when someone came around. Since Heero has been by his side for the pass few days, Quatre backed off. In fact, this was the first time he was alone. He left the safe house to check for missions. Heero was still lying in bed when he stepped out, but nothing strange has happened since. The air stayed the same. There were no glimpses of blonde hair or blue eyes during the entire walk to his Gundam and while he was inside. He and Heero had talked a lot since the incident at the lake side. There were things that he told his friend that he had never exposed before, not even to Quatre. Since then, a lot of his guilt and self blame had subsided. He was beginning to feel more like his emotionless self again. Without Quatre, there was no need for emotions. Heero didn't expect him to show them. Heero didn't expect half as much as Quatre had. The Japanese pilot better understood. He accepted Trowa for who he was. . . .a lifeless zombie. . .because he was one as well. Presently, Trowa rubbed his sleep dreary eyes. Though his body felt as if it was about to collapse, his mind refused to give in to rest. He stared unblinkingly at the computer screens. What am I waiting for?. . . .what am I expecting to see?. . . .Quatre? Why would I want Heero to be wrong? Thunder rolled across the sky, bringing him from his thoughts. Sighing deeply, he pulled himself from the cockpit and closed the hatch. He watched the insides disappear behind the huge metal doors. Usually at this time, early morning sunlight would have been peeking over the mountains. This time, however, rain clouds prevented that from happening. Though the clouds threaten rain, it didn't show any signs of following through. Trowa rearranged the net before hopping off the chest of Heavyarms. He only took a couple of steps before stopping to look back at it. His metal teammate rested under the net, like a sleeping baby under the comfort of it's blanket. Why couldn't he share the same sleep? He had tried everything. His body was worn out enough for any other normal man to pass out from exhaustion, and yet, he couldn't even do that. Shoving his hands in either of his pockets, he started back to the cabin at an even slower pace than when he arrived. Usually he held his head high and he always stood straight, the way a true soldier should walk, this time was different. He didn't feel like a soldier. . .didn't feel like a weapon. . .didn't feel like a human. . . .he felt as if he didn't really exist. Like an illusion, or someone that can only be found in the dreams of others. His face was downcast, strides less confident, and his mind filled with things he never thought about before. Things he always felt were useless to think about. Suddenly a twig snapped, and at the same instant, he was alert. Rapid footfalls could be heard approaching. He studied the scenery, trying to decided which direction the approaching figure was coming. It was coming straight at him. Trowa leapt into a low branch of the nearest tree and waited for the arrival. A few seconds later, Wu Fei appeared and ran under him. Suddenly the Chinese pilot stopped and turned to face behind him. "Barton?" Trowa dropped to the ground to prove his theory. "What are you doing out so early?" "Checking on Heavyarms. You?" "I got a mission. I have. . ." Trowa nodded his understandment and Wu Fei continued toward his Gundam. At the same time, Trowa turned and headed back to the safe house. The walk there was eventless. As he stepped into the cabin, he was greeted by yet another familiar sound. "Don't you do anything to him Duo!" Heero warned coldly. Trowa needed to only glance into the main room of the cabin to know that he didn't want to hear anymore. Heero had his ex pinned to the wall. He wasn't threatening to hit the braided boy, just trying to make him focus on what he was saying. "Come on Heero. . .You know me better than that." Duo tried to sound as if their conversation was a joke. "Yeah, I do know you Duo." Trying to ignore the argument, the Latin went to his room and closed the door behind him. He could still hear every word that the two shared clearly. "What would I do?" "If I come back and find anything wrong with him. . . ." The voices got louder as it seemed that one of them left the room. Judging from the loudness of the steps, it was Heero. "What the hell do you want him for any ways Heero? He's nothing more than a damn zombie!" Duo yelled at the top of his lungs. "I don't have to explain anything to you. . . ." They sounded as if they were just outside Trowa's bedroom door. Despite the argument, Heero's voice was calm and cool as usual. Duo was the one that was getting louder as they continued to debate. "Damnit Heero, I love you!" Trowa leaned against the wall next to his door. He slowly slid to a sitting position on the floor. "You love me?" "Yeah I do!" "You do?" "Yes, damnit!" "Then why did you fuck Hilde?" There was a short pause before Heero continued. "You love me so much that you cheat on me with a girl?. . .Is that how much you 'love' me?" "I made a mistake." Duo's voice was a little lower. His tone normally did when Heero had him cornered. "I was drunk. You know better than anyone that I don't know what the hell I'm doing when I'm drunk." "Really?" "Heero, you know I had a lot to drink that night." "You're right Duo. . .you did drink a lot that night. Which, I recall, I asked you not to drink that night. . .didn't I?" "Heero. . ." "Didn't I?" "Yeah, you did." "But you didn't do what I asked, did you?" There was another short pause. "Did you?" "Why are you pulling up shit that happened a lifetime ago?" "Because that's part of why we're not together anymore. . .I hate seeing you drunk. I can't stand that I have to take responsibility for you all the time when you are drunk. You act like a child Duo. You're too old to be acting like that. Furthermore, you're a Gundam pilot, you shouldn't be acting like that." "Well, ex-cuse me for not being mature like you. Hey, now you can be really happy. Cuz now you have a damn zombie that's just like you! Hell yeah! We're talking maturity party there! No problems. . . .except for one teeny, tiny, little fact. . . .HE'S IN LOVE WITH A FUCKING GHOST!!!!!!!! Do you honestly think he'll love you like I do? He's too caught up in Quatre! He's only using you as a stand in! If Quatre was still alive, it would be back to the best friend ordeal! How do you like coming second to someone who's dead Heero? Cuz, you know, if you didn't have your big dick. . . .he probably wouldn't give you the time of day!" "I rather come second to a deadman than a beer bottle." Heero said sternly. "At least within time, the deadman will stay in his grave. A beer bottle will just put you in yours." "Heero. . ." "I'm grateful to you for everything you've done for me. . .and even if we don't talk to each other, or end up completely hating each other, you'll always be my best friend. You gave me something that was taken from me a long time ago. . . .and I'll always be thankful to you for that. . .but now that I have it back, I don't want to lose it again." With that he entered the bedroom and slammed the door behind him. At first, he was too uptight to notice Trowa sitting silently next to him. It wasn't until he caught the Latin's reflection in the mirror that he turned to look at him. "How long have you been sitting there?" "Long enough. . .I'm guessing you got a mission." Heero nodded. "Are you going to be okay?" He asked softly and Trowa only nodded. "I can handle a few days alone with Duo." "I wouldn't say that. People tend to underestimate him. . .it's his advantage." Trowa didn't respond, he only stared at the wooden floor. "I should only be gone for three days. I'll try to complete my mission before then. I don't want to leave you too long. Until then, keep your eye on him. If he suddenly becomes over friendly, stay alert." A small pause followed the statement. Kneeling in front of Trowa, he cupped the strong jaw in his hand and titled the emotionless face upward. He stared deeply into the cool emerald pools a moment before tenderly pressing their lips together. "Try to get some sleep. . .and food in your system." Reluctantly, the Japanese boy stood and left the room. Trowa waited until he heard the front door close, before he stood up and walked over to the bed. Wanting to take Heero's advice, he laid on the bed and tried to relax. He couldn't help but stare at the mirror. Part of him wanted to see Quatre again. He missed the sight of the smaller boy. . .in fact, he missed everything about him. . .his voice. . .his smile. . .his laugh. . .just him. The sad thing was that he didn't even have a picture of the Arab. . .just the one that would forever be imprinted in his mind. Trowa never really kept any kind of pictures or keepsakes, but this was different. Quatre was special to him. Suddenly something dawned on the Latin. He sat bolt up and started out of the window to the woods. Trowa jumped to his feet and dashed from the room. He didn't think of it before because Heero was acting as a distraction. Now with the Wing pilot gone, his mind was returning to the death. As he emerged from the cabin, he could hear Duo calling after him. He ignored the voice and ran toward Heavyarms. Just as he suspected, there was no article about a captured Gundam pilot. Just to make sure, Trowa sent a e-mail to Rashid, asking if Quatre had made headlines and included the date. Knowing Rashid, he would get a answer later that evening. As an afterthought, he asked if any of the Maganacs had heard from the blonde before then. With the mail sent, all he had to do was wait. . .and that was going to be the worse part. Climbing out of the cockpit, he fixed the net and headed back to the cabin. On the way, he stopped by the lake and studied the clear blue surface. Maybe Wu Fei had placed his Gundam there and that was what he had seen. That would explain the eyes in the lake, but it didn't account for the Quatre sightings. Inhaling deeply, he headed back to the cabin. Maybe he was going insane after all. He was too deep in thought, that he didn't notice the pair of eyes watching him from behind a tree. "You sure ran from here in a flash." Duo commented as Trowa reentered the kitchen. "What, did Heero decide he wanted a quickie before he left?" Trowa ignored his remark. The Latin only returned to his room and laid down. He had gone without sleep before, but never this long. Heero was right. He was in no shape to accept a mission even if he did receive one. For the hundredth time since the night he learned of Quatre's fate, he tried to fall asleep. He closed his eyes and tried to force away all thoughts. This time he was actually successful, until loud music blared throughout the cabin. He could hear Duo singing along with the song as loudly as he could. So much for sleep right now. At first, he tried to ignore the sound. He placed a pillow over his head and turned his back to the door of the room, but the hip hop lyrics wouldn't be snubbed. . .in fact, they seemed to get louder. All at once, the music stopped and the cabin was still. Trowa sat up in bed, wondering what the American was doing. A moment later he heard the front door close. Did Duo receive a mission too? Curious, Trowa slid off the bed. As he entered the main room, he could hear a engine rev to life. It was the engine of the jeep they kept hidden in the shed in case of an emergency. Trowa opened the front door in time to witness the jeep speeding off with Duo behind the wheel. He couldn't help but wonder what the other was thinking. Duo knew better than to take the jeep for anything less than emergencies. Trowa leaned against the door frame and tried not to think about it. If the truth was known, the braided boy had his reasons. Maybe now he would be able to sleep. He headed back inside, making sure to close the door behind him. ~ * ~ Chapter
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