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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 7 The bottle fell to the floor with a soft thud. . .the clear liquid rushed to the hard wooden floor. Trowa peeked around the corner and was greeted by moderate snoring. It didn't take as long as he thought; Duo was already out like a light. Breathing a sigh of relief, the Latin stepped into the room and quickly picked up the bottle. He wiped up what had spilled and headed for the kitchen. Turning on the faucet, he washed out the towel and poured the remaining drink into the drain. He then headed back into Duo's room, and laid the empty bottle on the floor where it had landed. Not wasting any more time, Trowa closed the door to the American's room and went to his own. He had wasted all day waiting for the perfect time to slip the drug to Duo. When the braided boy wakes, he would believe that he passed out from drinking like he normally did. It was hard to say exactly when Heero would be back. Though he said three days, he could easily complete his mission before then. For this reason, Trowa was pressed for time. He needed to hack into Heero's computer before he returns. It would have been horrible to be caught by Duo; but if Heero, himself, caught Trowa snooping, it would be tragic. The flashing cursor taunted the Latin. After spending a day and a half racking his brain, he still hadn't figured out the password. He figured that with the pressure, he'd have better luck. He coaxed himself to think along Heero's thoughts. . .but he couldn't. Trowa wasn't the Perfect Soldier, Heero was. . .and as such he would have to think outside normal soldiers. . .above them. . .beyond them. The password had to either be something really simple, or something unpredictable. It was untelling how many characters the password was; or how many chances that would be given. Some computers only allowed one chance before freezing up completely. . .which was probably the set up Heero had. Freezing up the lap top was the last thing he wanted to do. He stared at the black screen and the blinking cursor. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate. It was then that he felt as if he was being watched. He turned around and searched the area. After rechecking on Duo, he was assured that he was alone. As he stepped back into his room, he was taken aback by the fact that the password had been entered for him and was accepted. He stared at the screen, half expecting Quatre to appear; but he didn't. After a few minutes of searching, he came across something that turned his stomach. Heero had a file full of pictures. The pictures were of Trowa, mostly by himself, but there were also some with him and Quatre. Unbelievably enough, most of the pictures of the lovers were of them making love. It was clear that Heero had been stalking Trowa for quiet some time according to the photos. The Latin swallowed hard as he stared at one after another in disbelief. Tears brimmed his eyes as he searched further. Nothing else was found aside the pictures. This wasn't right. Heero was his best friend. . .or was he? Did he kill Quatre just to get him out of the way? Quatre was dead because of his obsession with Trowa? Realizing there was nothing left to find, he closed the lap top and bowed his head. He didn't want to believe that Heero would do something like this. . .but he remembered the wounds covering Quatre's body. Heero was definitely capable of doing such acts. He never like Quatre either. Staging the transmission. . .acting innocent. . .acting as if he cared. . .trying to make him forget. . .it all made sense. Tears slid down Trowa's cheeks as he realized that for the pass week he had been having sex with the man that murdered the only person he had ever loved. Slumping onto the bed, he buried his face in his hands and tried to find alternative reasons behind the pictures. . .but he couldn't. How could anyone plant the photos into the lap top? Trowa, himself, couldn't even break through it. . .unless. . .it was possible that Duo could have known Heero's password. He watches Heero like a hawk at all times. Who's to say that the American couldn't have looked over his shoulder a couple of times? But Heero was strict about his missions and the secrecy of those missions. He wouldn't have allowed even Duo to know his password. . .but would Heero really be this sloppy about the whole ordeal? Wouldn't he had disposed of the body properly as well as the Gundam? This scheme seemed too messy for Heero's standards. Trowa knew for a fact that no matter what Heero did, it was always planned out and thorough. He wouldn't have left anything that could trace it back to him. That was the kind of thing he had been trained for his entire life. Or perhaps that was what he wanted. Maybe he left it messy because of that reason, just so that it would be harder to determine if it really was him. It made sense and nonsense at the same time. It was hard to tell heads from tails. In either way, Heero was linked to it somehow. Rather it be a decoy or the actual murder, he had something to do with it. . .and if it was the last thing he ever did, Trowa was going to find out what. Wiping his tears, he stood and headed for Heavyarms. When Heero returns, he was going to find out once and for all what was happening. It would be wise to be prepared and armed just in case of the reaction. Since the bullets were taken from the gun between the mattress, he would have to retrieve the spare gun he kept in his cockpit. The night was cold from the rain, but he didn't notice it. He also didn't notice the form following him through the woods and to Heavyarms. Just as Trowa was about to leap onto the mobile suit, the follower stepped from the shadows. The Latin heard the advance and turned around just as a gun was raised and aimed at him. "You just couldn't leave it alone, could you?" Tears fell from the violet eyes. "It's your fault. You're to blame. You know that right?" Trowa stared at the weeping boy. "Quatre's dead because of you!! I was going to handle it, but no. . .you had to stick your nose in it like you always do." "Duo, put down the gun. We can talk about this." "Talk about this? I lost my best friend because you're nothing but a whore. . .and you want to talk about this? You do know why he's dead, don't you?" It was clear that the American was out of control. His hand was slightly trembling; tears streaming from his eyes. "It was suppose to be you. You were the one that was suppose to die. . .but poor Quatre. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. He learned too much and therefore had to be silenced before the information got back to you." Duo held the gun firmly in both hands. "And now, I'm going to avenge my buddy. . .and get even with Heero once and for all." Trowa tensed, ready to dodge the shot. Just as Duo pulled the trigger, a gunshot was heard. The stray bullet planted firmly into Duo's shoulder, causing his aim to be off, barely missing Trowa. Confused, the Latin looked back to find Heero standing on the chest of Heavyarms, gun in hand. Without hesitating, he shot again; this time, the bullet was in Duo's head, killing him instantly. The Japanese boy jumped down from the Gundam and studied his lover. "Are you okay?" Trowa couldn't speak. He only stared at Heero, trying to make sense of what just happened. Colbat met emeralds. "Trowa?" He tried to step forward, but Trowa stepped back. "It was either you or him." "Your mission?" "Was phony. When I got there, it was nothing but a vacant lot. What's been going on Trowa?" "What about the pictures?" "What pictures?" "Your private collection Heero." He was silent a moment and appeared a little surprised that Trowa had broke into his lap top. "I did take those." "Why?" "Because I wanted to be with you. . .but you were with Quatre, and I didn't want to interfere. . .taking the pictures were all I could do to satisfy my yearning." "Did you kill Quatre?" "No." "How do I know you're not lying?" "What are your emotions saying?" "I don't know." "I would never do anything to hurt you. Killing him would do just that in the worse possible way. I wouldn't put you through that. You know me Trowa." The taller pilot hesitated as he stared into Heero's eyes. He wanted to believe what was just said. Somewhere in the depths of those blue eyes, he found what he was looking for. "I'm sorry." He whispered, and turned from his friend, ashamed for ever believing that he would be betrayed by him. Heero replaced his gun and closed the gap between them. Though the droplets coursing from Trowa's eyes could easily be rain, Heero knew they were tears. He embraced the lean frame, hugging him closely, wishing he could take the pain for him. Trowa accepted the comfort, returning the gesture with the same amount of relief as grief.
Presently, Heero slid out of bed. Trowa stirred slightly at the movement, but settled back into slumber just as easily. The Japanese boy made his way through the silent cabin toward the bathroom. He quickly did his business and washed his hands. When he turned, he was greeted by a pair of figures standing by the door. Sadden sapphires and threatening violets glared at him. "You won't get away with this." Duo informed as he stared at the living boy. Heero only smirked. "I already have. You're the dumbass that blew it. Trowa's mind is at ease. He thinks you did everything, so he's willing to let it go." "You haven't heard the last of this." "Haunt me all you want. It won't change anything."
The mocking colbat turned to the silent ghost, who was now crying.
"Stop crying. He's mine now, I'll take care of him." With
that, the Perfect Soldier turned off the lights, and stepped through
the two phantoms.
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