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" Taking it All "Written By: Emerald Pillow Warnings: angst and lemon (so far) Pairings: 1x3x1, 3+4 Disclaimer: I don't own GW or the characters, though I'd like to. You can try to sue me for messing up their lives royaly, but all you'll get is my cat that looks like Trowa, but named Duo. Author's note: This is probably the first fic that I started posting before finsihing it. . .so it may take a little longer to get everything up than usual. . .but I hope you enjoy it, and hopefully your requests will push me to finish it. . .since I haven't finished one in a loooooooooong time. Kudos
"Taking it All " Chapter 17 No missed calls. Heero closed his cell phone, trying to explain this fact as he had the pass four days. There were countless reasons why Trowa hadn't called him in so long. . .and as soon as he realizes the best, he'd believe it. Despite this, he had arrived at the shuttle station to wait for Trowa to emerge from the shuttle. Since Quatre always flew first class, Heero thought for sure that they would be one of the first few. Now, the shuttle was nearly empty, and Heero wondered if he had mixed up information somewhere along the lines; though that was unlikely. It was more likely that Quatre rearranged flights. . .but wouldn't Trowa had called him to let him know that? Something didn't seem right. It wasn't like Trowa to go a day without calling Heero, let alone four. Now, something was amiss about the flight. To add to the confusion was the flock of reporters that have been huddling the port gate. Heero couldn't fhathom the reason behind their being there. He had noticed one of them to be Caddy Chen; a British, Chinese mixed woman that was known for her hard core reporting skills and photogenic personality. That, added to her pretty girl face, and curvy body made it no question why she was the most watched anchorwoman on the Colony. She was well respected and sought after. Even Heero had fallen prey to her beauty and charm at one time. They met during one of Quatre's extravagant parties. The two got along well, and Heero enjoyed the intelligent conversations and sharp wit. Of all the women he's dated, Caddy was definitely his favorite; and probably the only one that could handle him and his, what other's deemed as 'idiosyncratic' traits. It was that fact, alone, that made him want to believe that things could have gone on longer with her. The relationship was the longest in either of their history books, and left an extremely bitter taste on both sides; which was why Heero had been reluctant to question her of the horde of reporters. However, curiosity got the best of him. He held a fear of the answer, but at the same time, wanted a heads up for it. He inhaled deeply before advancing toward the brunette. Caddy's eyes nearly bugged as she noticed the reflection in her hand held mirror. Heero Yuy. She hadn't seen him in nearly eight months, and he still made her hot just by looking at him. He had just gotten off from work. She knew the uniform well from the many times that she stripped it from his hard body to engage in mind blowing sex. Snapping her mirror shut, she closed her eyes and prayed that he wasn't heading toward her, while secretly wishing that he was doing just that. She wanted to hear his voice again; wanted to be under his piercing gaze that she's seen others waiver under. "Well, if it isn't the god of all men." Caddy chided and Heero didn't respond, somehow feeling that he deserved it. "Back for another human heart sacrifice?" She spun around to face him, eyes narrowed to slits, but after seeing him close up, she lost her anger. "You look like shit." She whispered and reached up to push his bangs from his sleep deprived eyes. For as long as she knew him, he had always taken care of himself. Though he sometimes missed sleeping, he never allowed himself to get this bad off before. Heero cupped her hand and pulled it from him. He turned from her gaze, not wanting her to really see him like this. "What's with all the reporters?" She studied him closely, and couldn't help but notice that something was different about him. Knowing him as well as she did, she understood that asking was pointless. "Well, I guess asking you to confirm something would be pointless then." "Confirm?" "Yeah. There was this big tip off by an anonymous that Winner would be returning today with some sort of announcement. I can kinda guess what it will be, but I don't like jumping to conclusions; and I figured since you were his lover's best friend, you'd know an exact answer." Heero swallowed hard. This wasn't sounding good. As if on cue, Quatre and Trowa appeared. The room was instantly filled with flashes and questions flying from every reporter there. Just as Heero feared, it was about an engagement to Trowa. Heero attempted to see pass the crowd; but there were too many camera men and photographers. This couldn't be right. . .some kind of dream possibly? More like a nightmare as the bodies shifted and Heero could glance the couple. His heart ripped into pieces at the gold band circling Trowa's ring finger. I wouldn't be surprised if Quatre decides to just elope and marry there. Duo's words rang in Heero's mind. Tears welled in Heero's eyes as everything seemed to slow before him. This isn't real. . .it can't be. . .he wanted me. So why is he wearing Quatre's ring? As if sensing the question, Trowa looked toward him. Somehow, through the people, their eyes met. The smile on Trowa's lips melted as he noticed Heero outside the crowd of reporters. What was he doing there? Why was he crying? No longer able to handle the scene, Heero turned from it, and numbly walked away. He couldn't think. . .even if he wanted. The shuttle station disappeared to him as he instinctively navigated toward the exit. He felt so numb right now, but also experienced a pain he never had before. As the automated doors slid open, and he was welcomed by frosty air, thoughts found their way back to him. Suddenly, he understood the lack of calls from Trowa. The Latin didn't have the gall to tell Heero he changed his mind; much like he couldn't tell Quatre about the affair in the first place. Did he even bother telling Quatre at all? Why would he lie? Why would he tell Heero one thing and then act the exact opposite? "Heero!" He stopped at Trowa's voice, and turned to face the lying love of his life. Trowa stepped over to his friend, his green eyes filled with concern. "Heero, what happened?" "I was going to ask you the same thing?" Trowa's forehead creased in confusion. "I'm not the one that's walking around the station like a zombie. I called for you twice before coming outside." Heero's eyes dropped to Trowa's left hand, and his tears were renewed. "You're really marrying him?" Misty cobalt lifted to Trowa. "You're marrying that bastard? "That's what this is about?" "What the hell did you think it was about?!?" Trowa jumped at the sudden volume of Heero's voice. Even a few passerby stopped to stare at him. Trowa shifted uneasily, not liking the sudden attention Heero claimed. "Did you think it was about the fact that I haven't heard from you in four days?! Or being kept in the dark on what was going on, while you did a total 360 on me?!" Trowa turned from Heero's gaze. He couldn't understand why Heero was being so outspoken about his decision of marrying Quatre. Isn't that what lovers do after going out for so long and feeling this way? "I had a feeling that you weren't going to be thrilled; but I wasn't expecting this either." "So you expected me to just step aside and brush it off as if it was no big deal?" Trowa glanced back at his friend, but all he could see were the people staring at them. "Maybe here isn't the place to talk about this." "Don't act like him." Heero's atmosphere became deathly serious. Trowa remained silent a moment, absorbing his friend's stance. Something wasn't right. . .Heero was trembling. "Heero, just calm down." "Calm down? You want me to calm down after all the shit. . .how could you do this?" "What did I do that was so wrong?" "Don't start your mind fuck games with me Trowa. I am not Quatre!" Heero closed his eyes and turned from Trowa. He licked his chapped lips and grit his teeth in order to control himself. "Know what. . .I'm through with you." "Heero-" "If you want that phony bastard, then you can have him." He lifted his narrowed cobalt to meet Trowa's. "You can forget about making me your safety net the next time things get rocky. I'm not going to be here; and I'm not going to stay by to watch you die in his shadow." That said, he turned to leave. Trowa knew Heero wasn't number one on Quatre's fan list, but this was a bit much. Not wanting to let their friendship end like this, Trowa seized Heero's wrist. Heero's body took a habitual reaction as he spun around, planting his fist into Trowa's face. ~ * ~ Chapter
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