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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 19 It had been a long day, but a prosperous one. Quatre Winner's check cleared, and Li came to realize that he wouldn't have another worry for the rest of his life. First thing Monday morning, he could arrive at the bank to withdrawal. This thought curved his lips, placed a hum, and added bounce to his step. He reached into his left front pocket to pull his keys and opened the door to his motel room. Hum now evolved into a whistle, he flicked on the light and tossed his keys onto his bed. Tomorrow was the beginning of a new life. One filled with fine food, clothes, and a home he wouldn't have to change every time an eviction notice was taped to his front door. Things were finally looking up until his coal eyes landed on a figure sitting cross legged on his dresser. Seeing the serious coal eyes that haunted him since childhood, killed all happiness he had been feeling at this point. He took a step back, remembering all the rumors he heard of this man dying years ago. Had he not come across him a few times during his stay on this colony, he would have believed such rumors. "Where is it?" The boyish voice Li once knew was now older with experience and age. Li chuckled softly and looked around. He had been in such good spirits until now that he hadn't noticed the fact of his room being ransacked. "Wow. I haven't seen you in fifteen years, and you don't even say 'hi'. You never took time out to let me know if you were even alive or not. You just terrorize my room and-" "I'm not here for pleasantries. You have something of mine, and I want it back." Li laughed harder. "Why? You had no use for it. As I recalled, you disposed of it, rather than use it as you were suppose to. What's the matter? Wife giving you a hard time in the afterlife?" In one swift motion, the figure leapt from the dresser. A very solid hand seized his neck and slammed him against the closed front door. Li choked out a snicker. "You're pretty spry for a ghost." The hold tighten, and Li found it hard to breath. Knowing well that he wasn't a true match for the other, Li tried a different attack. "Is this how you discipline your woman? Is that why you turned gay, brother? You had too weak a heart to triumph over another woman? Though I must admit, from the back, he does look like a woman." The hold dissolved for the sheer fact that this statement could have turned the situation a little more dark otherwise. "The Hybrid eye. . .where is it?" "It's gone." "Where?" "Out of the family's hands, and into new ones." "You sold it. You really are a fool." "Others will take advantage where you could not brother." "You are too weak and dishonorable to call me brother." "And I guess your whoring up with a man makes you more honorable?" He lowered his face from Li's view. "Father would turn over in his grave if he knew the true reason of his son rejecting his bride." "I never rejected her!" "No. You only insult her spirit by following her with a male replacement. Hn. Now that I think about it, father would probably kill himself in shame at learning that his pride and joy was-" "Where is the eye?" "I sold it on e-bay." "This isn't a game. You don't have any ideal what it's capable of." "You're right. I don't. Being the elder child, you'd think I'd have certain rights, instead of you. . .but you wouldn't understand that." "Just tell me who you sold the eye to." "You're so smart, you figure it out." Somehow, he knew he got all the information he could from his brother. With a heavy heart, he turned to leave the room again. "Oh, and brother, be sure to drop by in another fifteen years to chat like this again." Trowa chewed his bottom lip as he lightly knocked on Heero's apartment door. Any other time, he would have just used his spare key. This time was different. He wasn't even sure if Heero wanted to see him. The door swung open to expose Heero inside. He was disheveled, compared to what Trowa was use to seeing. Dark rings circled his bloodshot eyes. His hair was unkempt, and his posture was less than usual. Trowa only stared at the man before him, not exactly sure what to say or do. "What the hell are you doing here? Shouldn't you be planning your wedding?" "We need to talk." Heero hesitated as his eyes ran Trowa's form. Everything inside him wanted to slam the door in his face, and disallow the knowledge of his existence; but he couldn't. Wordlessly, he took a couple of steps back, and to the side to allow Trowa inside. The Latin entered into Heero's living room, noticing instantly the empty Sake bottles. He was drinking? He swore off drinking four years ago. When had he picked up again? More importantly, why? Trowa jumped slightly as he heard the front door slam shut. "You're jumpy." "Sorry." Trowa turned to face him, hoping to get some kind of ideal of how much Heero had drank. Maybe he should have waited until morning. He shook the thought from his mind. Being drunk was definitely worse than being sober. "What did you want to talk about?" "I'm worried about you." "That's nice to know." "Want to tell me what's going on?" "I was expecting you to do that." Trowa glanced back at the bottles. "How-how much have you drank." "Not enough since I can still feel pain. What happened Trowa? Why did you lie to me? Me, of all people?" "What did I lie about?" "You can stop acting. It's just us." "Who's acting?! Heero, I honestly have no ideal what I did to cause this. . .just tell me, and I'll do what I can to help." Heero narrowed his eyes at the statement. Without a single word, he walked over to Trowa, and lightly pushed the Latin against the wall. Before Trowa could react, Heero's lips covered Trowa's. Trowa froze, wondering what had gotten into his friend. He couldn't move as the only thought going through his mind regarded how many empty bottles littered the apartment. He could taste the alcohol on his friend's breath. This wasn't right. Heero was a straight man, why was he kissing him? He knew he wouldn't be able to fight Heero off, if the situation appeared before him. What if Heero-? Finally, Heero pulled from the kiss. He lightly pushed Trowa's bangs to the side for a better view. Confusion. . .fear. . .those were the emotions coursing through him. Heero closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Trowa's. He wasn't the same. The way he looked at Heero; his actions; even the way he talked; they were all different. "What has he done to you?" Heero whispered, his Sake tainted breath invaded Trowa a second time. His strong hands coursed through Trowa's hair; searching for bumps, or unseen bandages. "Heero, you're starting to scare me. This isn't like you." He didn't remember. Whatever the reason, the feelings were gone. They had to be in order for Trowa to resist his kiss, and act like this. Even if he was angry with Heero being drunk. The Latin was too weak to such actions to be able to resist as he had. "Do I mean anything to you?" Heero's tears fell as he spoke. Trowa couldn't hold his surprise at seeing Heero cry. "You're my best friend, of course you mean something to me. You're one of the most important people in my life." Heero remained silent a moment. His words now seemed so empty compared to a week ago; before he left for Paris. Part of him refused to believe that Trowa merely forgot the pass six moths; despite his actions just now; especially since this behavior was different than on Peacemillion when he had truly lost all his memories. "Do you love him? Are you really in love with Quatre?" "Yes." "Say it." "Heero-" "Just tell me." ". . .I'm in love with Quatre." Heero stepped away, leaving his back as the only view. He ran his fingers through his hair as he bowed his head and attempted to gain control of himself. Perhaps he had drank a little too much since both were hard to accomplish. "Heero, what does that have-" "What happened in Paris?" "What?" "Was there an accident? Did you hit your head or something?" "That's kinda from left field." "I'm just trying to make sense out of something. A week ago, you said you felt that you couldn't reach feelings that strong; now you're in love with Quatre?" "We've been together for three years." "And I guess the last six months was nothing? That everything you told me. . ." Heero turned to face Trowa. "You're not making any sense. Maybe we should talk about this when you sober." "I'm not drunk Trowa. Duo helped guzzle that, which is why he's passed out in the bedroom. . .and I know I'm not crazy. Something happened in Paris. Something that wiped out your memory." "There's nothing wrong with my memory." "Then what happened when we left the basketball game?" "We went out to eat, then home." "How'd you get your cold?" "Waiting for you to get off from work." "Why were you late for Quatre's fundraiser?" "We merely lost track of time." "You can go ahead and say it. I told you Duo's passed out. Even if he did hear you, he wouldn't remember tomorrow." "Say what?" "We fucked Trowa! After the game, in a hotel room! You got sick because we fucked on the hood of my car; and it's because we were fucking that you were late!" Trowa gaped at Heero's reality. His jaw even dropped slightly as his face twisted to disconcertion. His reaction was honest. It was enough to convince Heero of his theory. "I remember everything in the last six months, and none of it was close to that. Aside, the fact that I'm a man. So I'm really not your type; unless you've been dating transvestites the entire time." "Why the hell would I lie to you?" "I'm trying to understand that myself. The only reason I'm coming up with is that you're drunk. So why don't we try this again tomorrow, after you sober." That said, Trowa headed for the door. "Trowa-" "Heero, I don't want us saying things to each other
that we'll regret later. I'd much rather have a level conversation.
Just promise me that I'll see you tomorrow." The concern in his
green eyes were from friendship. Maybe Trowa wasn't the one that he
needed to talk to about this. Chapter
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