"Defying Gravity"

A Romance in Three Parts

Written By: Kaeru Shisho

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Gundam Wing or its characters, nor do I make any monetary profit off this story.

Rating: NC 17

Warnings: AU, yaoi, some language

Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4x3

Summary: A multi part story of romance starting with a turning point vacation, developing throughout a dangerous UC mission, and moving ahead through the unexpected challenges of a summer vacation.

"Part Two: It's Back to Work"

I never work with a partner. I solo. Duo does solo; sounds suggestive, eh? I found out that I would get this partner in a few days.

I was boiling over. First day back at work and I was benched. I'd be the highest paid paper shuffler on the payroll until my new partner showed. Partner?! I told Commander Une I don't work with partners. I do now, she tells me; that is, when the dude gets his transfer completed. I let her know I wasn't happy. She dismissed me with a pile of folders and told me to get familiar with the file room. That really pissed me off. Steamed my shorts. Fried my... something.

I know the shrink approved me for work, but I interpreted that as meaning relevant work suitable to a prestigious agent such as moi. My room mates told me they had been interviewed by Une the week before, and all said they'd given me the 'thumbs up' for duty. She'd have to listen to them, right? I had been under their noses pretty much exclusively for the past two months, so they'd be able to vouch for my sanity and capability. No problemo.

Yeah, right. Big problemo, 'Cuz I didn't get an assignment. I gotta fucking filing job and a desk overloaded with overdo and outdated travel forms to cross reference with the receipts. Like anybody cared. I was back-burnered, and it toasted my marshmallows.

I crammed the armload of files between my overflowing trashcan and the wall, snagged my jacket, checked for my bus pass, house keys, and brandfuckingnew cell phone, and made my escape. I dashed past security guards before they knew I'd been there and out the back with no idea whatsoever where I was going. I sure as hell had to blow off some steam before heading home.

Home was great, actually, but there were times when I couldn't take being around the other guys. I needed someplace outside of the commonplace, and I knew just where to look. After I got swept off the streets and lodged in the Maxwell Church, I spent time getting religion, and questioning it. I learned to read and write, and the word of God was one of the textbooks, courtesy of Sister Helen. The other favorite tomes of philosophy included plenty of old world Disney story books. I soaked up a lot of good advice, but didn't buy into a lot of the holy talk. What I gained was the feeling that any church I could find was a safe haven, if even for only a few minutes of quiet meditation.

I slipped into the side door to the chapel, found a comfortable seat- ha, ha- and watched the sun shine through the stained-glass windows. I hummed a song, not a hymn, but a nice one anyway. I let my soul soar and allowed myself to feel clean, whole, and happy. Didn't take long.

"Thanks again, God, for receiving me, and, ah... I appreciate it. See ya later!"

Yeah, I said my thanks and took off before someone caught me. No telling what would happen then. Next, I'd run. Heero showed me the way. Running to reach enlightenment. I transcended all my lowly human desires and suffering.

By the time I got home, I was feeling better, good enough to fix a terrific dinner for my buds, all of them. I tossed the meat chunks with seasoned flour and set them to browning in the pot while I chopped and peeled vegetables. Wasn't long before Trowa and Quatre came in. They were nearly always home first. I really admired how they always made time for each other.

Heero was more driven and so was I, but I'm sure he would have cut his work hours to suit me if I asked, or made some commitment to him he could count on. Still, things were okay the way they were. We were a couple within the walls of our house and good friends outside. I wished Heero was just as okay with it as me.

I stirred the stew, adding water, and the vegetables, all the while trying to put myself back in that church, but try as I did, my mind was not on God. The Mysteries of the Body and Blood of Christ were not at the center of my thoughts. If I looked up I could see Trowa and Quatre going about their cleaning duties, picking up the trash, while scattering clothes of their own.

My thoughts centered more on the secular and profane rather than the spiritual and sacred. Trowa, tall, slender, and handsome, looked so perfect as he ran the vacuum with precision and devotion. Quatre, standing at the altar, er, the bar, toweled off the water rings, and gazed almost rapturously, looking as if he were part of the celestial host of angels praising the Lord. Yet, I knew it was his lover who was the object of his adoration, and Trowa was damned near the most ungodly man I knew.

When they had shed everything but their shorts, I capped the stew pot, set it to simmering, and exited stage left to my own room. I had forgotten it was cleaning day. My room. An entire room to myself. Just me, my clothes, and I.

That got old fast. Man, if only Heero was here to talk to. Not that we spent much time alone in a bedroom talking. Once that guy discovered sex, his appetite was hard to satisfy. No wonder the doctor's drugged the guy! Had his hormones flared during the war, he never would have had the concentration to last. Fuck dedication, gimme a hot body!

His skin was nice, so was his smell. With my eyes shut I could feel him alongside me, and in my hand and mouth, demanding. First thing, he wanted me to beat him off or suck him off. His dick had to be contained by me or he'd hump my leg or hip or stomach. It was nice to be wanted. I could be okay with a quickie in the shower now and then, but not Heero. Morning and night, probably noon too if the opportunity arose. I'm not complaining.

So, alone with my thoughts I thought about Heero and sex. Nothing new about that, I'd been dreaming about Heero and sex every since I'd fallen for him, which was about five seconds after shooting him. Difference now was that I was dreaming about the sex I'd had with him, instead of fantasizing about what might never be. How had that happened?

The when was easy: over our vacation. The how was complicated, but I was too wasted to unravel complications now. After that fulfilling half hour of work at the office, I needed a rest. I should just close my eyes a little while.

"Wake up," a velvety voice hummed in my ear and a heavy weight pinned my hips to the bed.

"'Ro?"

"Yes, and dinner smells great. Want to join me?" Heero asked.

"Okay, lemme up, though."

"Not that dinner; what's in the pot can keep a little longer. I meant you-- here and now."

He licked my jaw and forced open my mouth for a deep kiss. He pulled away to start sucking on my neck, dragging my shirt open with one hand while unbuttoning it from the bottom with his other. If you ever had an addiction, then you'd know why I needed him to live. Velvety golden skin over hard musclesRelentless fingers.His adoration. Better than drugs.

"Gods, 'Ro..."

We were the last to the table, but stew just gets better the longer it cooks. I plucked off a hunk of bread, mopped up a swath of stew, and crammed the morsel into my mouth. As I chewed, I prepared another serving similarly, completely engrossed in my dinner, when I heard a throat clearing. I looked up to find my four room mates watching me, waiting expectantly.

"I said," Heero repeated, I guess, "I looked for you around noon. I thought we could go out for lunch, but your office was empty. Short day?"

I swallowed. "Very."

"What did you do?" Quatre asked in a very timid voice.

"Nothing. Une loaded me up with a buncha busy-work crap as an excuse to give me a pay check until my partner shows up."

Trowa dropped his fork. "Partner, eh? She tell you who that might be?"

Fei and Heero concentrated on winning their staring contest. Who ever won burned the other alive, I think, won the game. I tried to keep it light.

"No. I warned her I'd lose him the first hour, or kill him, whichever, but she didn't even bat a fake eyelash."

"So, your job classification has changed." Quatre said that, not as a question, but as a result of logical deduction. He sighed with relief. Sorry, bud.

"Nope, still intelligence, infiltration, but now I'm gonna be strapped with a nursemaid, or worse, some kid fresh out of training. You think I limp around now, just wait until I get some newbie checking my actions. Really sucks. When I find out which doctor yellow-slipped my file, I'm gonna—"

"I, uh, may have been responsible," Heero said.

I stared, unbelievingly across the table. If he was telling the truth, he had balls the size used in some major sport. "Huh?"

"I recommended that Commander Une assign you a partner to watch your back. Everyone else has one."

I lost it. "Fuck you, Yuy! You! I trusted you to back me up, not screw me over, but then, maybe that's been your aim all along-- screw Duo. Well, better be satisfied with fucking up my job, 'cause you sure as hell ain't ever gonna fuck my ass!"

"Told ya," Trowa muttered to Quatre at his side.

I shoved away from the table, knocking over my chair in the process, and stomped off to my room, slamming the door for good measure. I was pissed spectacularly at Heero, and took every opportunity along the way to demonstrate it. A kick here, a pound there, peppered with a curse or two.

"Duo?"

"Go away."

"Duo, please."

"Go. Fuckin' A. Fuckin' way."

"Let me explain."

"No."

"Duo?"

"..."

"I love you."

"Tough shit."

"Duo—"

"..."

A few hours later, I was ready to listen, some. He knew I wasn't reckless, but the work I did was dangerous, so much so that he would be distracted with concern if I was going it alone again. He didn't want me to work infiltration at all, so I guess it was a concession on his part not to have told Une to put me to pasture entirely. He was her sounding board, her most trusted agent, so I knew Heero's opinion carried more weight than any argument from me.

"You should have warned me."

"Yes, I was wrong to go behind your back, but I was afraid you would make me vow not to, and then I'd be forced to break a promise."

"Bastard," I said, but I'd run out of fuel after fuming for an hour, and now the fire was out and he could tell.

"Possibly," he said, the barest of smiles curled the corners of his lips. He had the decency to leave and sleep in his own room that night without any urging from me.

The next day I rode with him to the office, where I hunched over my desk in my little cubical and filed, cross-referenced, re-filed, and collated until lunch, which I spent with Hilde and Heero. The afternoon's work was a photocopy of the morning's work, and then we drove home by way of the grocery store. I fixed dinner, watched a movie, folded laundry, and slept with Heero. Pretty routine, but it wasn't so bad. I could grow to liking the mundane, as long as my nights included Heero.

It was Friday, finally. I leaned back in my chair, propping my feet on the edge of my desk, uncaring whether or not my heavy black boots would mar the perfect sheen of the finish. Sinking further down in the seat of the chair, I looked up at the clock on the wall. I recalled the words of my boss, Commander "the devil incarnate" Une:

"If you refuse this assignment, they're going to pull you in for counseling and anger management. They think you're going to snap one of these days. They'll put you on administrative leave until you finish with it all. Monday, your partner is arriving, and with him the mission specs. You complete this sting successfully and they'll put all of the thoughts of emotional rehab behind them."

Why I didn't tell her to shove it and find me a safer job? Because, I didn't want that counseling. I didn't want to expose what I worked so hard to disguise. Heero did okay with it, and even though I'd promised Quatre to think about it, I didn't think positively about counseling. I think they all believed I was going to therapy sessions when I was really just visiting a church, communing with God, and running for enlightenment (thanks, Heero for introducing me to running), which are both kinds of therapy, so I hadn't lied.

Time seemed to move at that oh-so-slow pace that day. It was only three-thirty in the afternoon, but I'd effectively been awake for thirteen hours and holed up in this office for seven of those. I'm not a great sleeper. I'd decided to call it a day and hoped that I was finally getting exhausted enough to get a little sleep, because once the real job started sleep would be a rare treat.

On the way home, I bought food, and the minute I entered the house I started dinner, as I was apt to do with time on my hands and the need to eat on my brain. While the chicken casserole was in the oven, I picked up one of those books Fei had bought me over vacation. I was reading, sorta, when this crazy idea popped into my head. I kinda wanted to see how excited I could get Heero. It was winter and cold so the washing-the-car-half-naked plan was shot. The house wasn't warm enough for half-dressed dancing around either. So, I started layering on clothes. Sleeveless undershirts under short-sleeved t-shirts under long-sleeved t-shirts under button-down shirts under sweaters—until I was fifty pounds over-weight. Yeah, that would get his juices going. What was I thinking?

All blimped out, the only juices that were going to flow were going to be from my sweaty body, so I rolled outside for a look around the backyard. Thankfully, it was a low maintenance yard with a play area for little kids off to one side and a large patio with a path over to a, what was that? Could it be a hot tub?

I bounded down the path. I could have bounced. There was a house, well, more of an enclosure around a very, very large covered tub. There was an outdoor shower head, hooks for towels, and it was very, very private. Had I missed this in the walk-thru?

I heaved off the cover and tested the water. To my delight, the water was hot. Man, and here we'd been paying to heat this and not use it! Would Wufei be royally pissed! This might turn out to be the greatest night ever.

I heard the backdoor bang and the pounding of feet coming my way. The force of a railroad slammed me to the ground; or rather I hit the dirt and sprang back once before I was immobilized on my back. I had the reflexes to brace my head from injury and block the incoming fist to my face.

"Gah!" I uttered, vehemently trying to get out more precise instructions.

"D-Duo!" Heero said. "What the hell are you doing...dressed like this...out here? I thought you were an intruder!"

"Well, heh, heh... I got hot so I came outside."

"Hot? Then take off some of those clothes!"

"Well, heh, heh,heh... I was sorta hoping you'd want to. Like a present, ya know?"

He helped me to my feet. I couldn't sit because I couldn't bend at the middle. "A present? Unwrap... oh." He was breathing normally, but his mouth was hanging open.

"And you know what else?"

"What," he asked, peeling off my jacket.

"We gotta hot tub, ready and waiting." I stepped aside to give him a better view.

"There's a spa under the gazebo? I didn't know," he said.

"Yeah, a, ah, spa in the, ah, gazebo. Damn, Heero, where do you learn all those descriptive words?"

"Porn sites. Guys always fantasize about having monumental sex in spas under gazebos."

"Oh, well, too bad for those poor dudes that gotta dream," I said. He had me nearly naked and starting to shake. "Um, it's my turn to strip you."

"Why don't I do that, while you turn on the jets and get in before you freeze," he said.

I did. Rub a dub dub. We had a good time. Try giving a blowjob under water and not drown. Quite a trick. It was hot, relaxing at the end, and wonderful. I really made Heero happy that time.

"Should we tell the others about this?" I asked.

"No."

"'Ro, eventually they'll see us and figure out where it is we are spending our time. 'Getting fresh air' just won't work as an excuse more than once."

"With Quatre, not even once," Heero admitted. "Maybe we'll let them ask first."

"Okay."

An hour later, Towa stuck his head out the door. "Fuck!"

Quatre's squeals rang through the house. Believe it or not, minutes later, all five of us were soaking naked in the tub, even Wufei. Hearing of our find, he was first to come join us bearing a towel wrapped at his waist, beating the other two by five minutes.

"I was in the shower when I heard the news," he said, eyes roaming over the foaming surface like a drunkard too long without his beer.

"You're not bothered bathing with gay men?" I asked.

"If you haven't anything better to look at than me, go ahead," he said, although, he pretty much hid his assets from view and moved quickly, submerging completely. "Touch me and I break off that part of you."

Trowa and Quatre joined us totally naked and careless of Wufei's presence. We chatted about the day, each sharing a story of wasted time, useless activity, or banal conversations with the rest of society. Fei loosed up markedly, enough so that when I joked about him getting laid by an older woman, he didn't try to emasculate me.

"Doctor Po is not that much older, only four years, in fact. During the war she was only beginning her medical training; even now she is doing her internship at the Preventer's hospital. She has two more years until she will have her medical certificate."

"Oh yeah? Well, that explains why she looks so damn young," I said. "It kinda made me nervous to think I had a girl checking me out, but then I'd remind myself she had to be at least thirty or so to be a doctor. Wow."

"Still, she must have started college at a very young age," Quatre said.

"Very. She is brilliant," Wufei said. He smiled, glowing with pride for her.

"Can't be that smart if the best she could do was to land you," Trowa said, snickering into Quatre's hair.

"Love doesn't work that way!" Quatre insisted. "It's a feeling not a logical deduction."

"Yeah, you'd better be happy for that, Barton, or you'd have bled to death ages ago from Quatre's shot." I stuck out my tongue to punctuate my message.

"Shit, I know Quat's too good for me, Maxwell. But if you keep reminding him, someday it'll stick in his head." Trowa smiled wistfully.

"That's stupid," my bud said, punching us both playfully. "Now shut up about all that. I love you all because you are my friends." He slid across the pool and snuggled up to his lover. "But you, you share my heart and soul."

Trowa bent into a kiss and Fei groaned. "Dear, gods make them stop."

After that interlude, we all settled down for a relaxing soak, shedding the stress of the day with our outer cells. And no one trounced on Fei-man's privacy.

(o)

Monday morning brought another change. Une was doing progress reports, which meant that every agent who reported to her paraded through her office to be interviewed that morning. I stood outside my door and watched, coffee mug in hand. They all looked my way and waved, or smiled, or didn't. Most everyone knew me or thought they did, and many were friendly. I was friendly, too. I checked my watch. Time for me to run the gauntlet.

Funny thing was, I didn't get to leave her office after she said, unintentionally rhyming, which shoulda been a clue of some kind to me that something bad was about to fall into my lap. "Hello, take a seat; I have someone for you to meet."

Now, I knew my partner was due in, so why the big deal, the game, I wondered? My partner had checked in over the weekend, fresh from outer space. Was I ever surprised when I saw who it was! While he and I were getting to know one another via mental telepathy over my coffee dregs and his cigarette, Une excused herself a moment to personally collect the last people she would see that day.

"Don't either of you go any place. I will be back in one minute." She smiled and closed the door behind her.

"I am as shocked as you are," my partner said quietly.

"Shocked? Damn, and here I was merely stunned." I failed at being funny or sarcastic.

"The commander told me I would be working with the best," he said. His mouth knotted up like he'd sucked on a sour lemon.

"She told me I'd be working with the second best. Better not disappoint me," I quipped.

His eyebrows disappeared into his long bangs. I think I traumatized him. Then he laughed. Well, that was a start. Une broke the magic moment when she led the others into her office. My new partner rose, I sat and watched for the agents I knew were bound to turn up. They were in order: Wufei, Trowa, Quatre, and Heero, and then about twelve more top-notch men, but no women.

"Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet our head of infiltration and undercover strategies, Milliardo Peacecraft. I know you all recognize one another, but this time we are all going to be friends and work together. He will be Duo Maxwell's partner."

"Charmed." Trowa said that a little louder than he thought, because it drew Une's attention his way, something he always avoided.

Heero looked like he might rip Mill's balls off. Really. His fists keep opening and closing. Fei-man had a hand on his arm, risking losing his, and Quatre was whispering rapidly in his ear. Heero's reaction told me what I needed to know, though. The choice of partners was not something he knew about or had anything to do with. Fortunate.

"Yes, it is a fortunate turn of events." Une smiled at me. I guess I was talking out loud. "Our peace is being tested. A serious problem has developed; a secret one with far reaching repercussions; a threat to everything we fought for in the war. Milliardo will head the mission to resolve it-- our most important mission to date. I will let him explain and lead the discussion."

Okay, things were looking up now. A job, a real job. I was so excited I nearly missed what my man Mill was saying. I fought back the waves of anger springing from my Heero and reverberating off anything and anyone in the room, and brought focus back to my brain. Milliardo could drone on and on, you know, but he had a presence that commanded respect and attention. The room full of agents listened as if spellbound, while I danced in my head.

"Hundreds of young men under eighteen are being abducted each week from the colonies and the Northern regions of Earth. And it's escalating. Thousands this year already. At first, it appeared to be a slave or sex ring, and it had been investigated as if that was all it was."

"Until now," Une put in.

"Correct, thank you." Milliardo Peacecraft smiled and nodded her way. "I recognized certain patterns, collected the data from the police agencies all working independently up to that point, and discovered the numbers of abductees was adding up alarmingly."

"I've been deep undercover for some time, insinuating myself in the trade as a renowned smuggler in arms. When I discovered the numbers of stolen boys could build an army, I thought I'd put my theory to the test. An army required weapons, so I looked at my contacts, put out feelers throughout the syndicate network, and discovered connections, weak but real."

"Word was out that someone was looking for boys, but especially for a few high quality boys, leader quality. Most of the abductees had been prostitutes, because, I would guess, no one misses them. Countless may have been taken and never reported. But whores are often drug addicts, disease-ridden, and often poorly educated—not immediately ready to lead troops of other boys."

He looked at me, I don't know why, and then continued. "I proposed to satisfy that need, the result being I have been informed of a critical meeting coming up. I have to warrant an invitation. Many are doubtful that I can make the move from the arms black market to...ah... trade boys, so it is critical that I succeed and bring to show the best soldier material possible. There is precious little time to delay. I must be prepared to deliver the goods at that meeting, and of course, send in undercover operatives to collect irrefutable evidence."

"And get them all out alive." Heero emphasized the last word.

The two men's eyes met. It wasn't friendly, either. "Of course," the older man said.

"What are you driving at with us here, Mill?" I grumbled.

"I need volunteers. I need boys to offer into service, believable ones-- ones they are certain to take. Duo Maxwell, you are one."

I rolled my eyes, a little peeved that I hadn't at least been given chance to offer my services. "Well, golly gee thanks, man, for asking—"

Heero was on his feet. "I volunteer."

Quatre jumped up. "Me, too!"

Trowa waved from the comfort of his chair. "And me."

Wufei stood resolutely, chin raised, the intensity of his eyes boring into Mill's forehead. "And I."

Several other young men stood as well, casting their fate with us suicidal idiots. A terrible idea. There were so many ways a mission like this could go wrong. The infiltrators wouldn't be much more than meat at the market, the extractors stuck inside some hell-hole against odds I couldn't calculate because a big Zero kept showing up in both the denominator and numerator parts of the equation.

Milliardo smiled. "As I had hoped. I will take Quatre Winner and Trowa Barton as slave material. And...two others... Blake Edwards and Aiden Moore. You are all young-looking, attractive, and fair-complexioned."

There was a murmuring of discontent around the room. Milliardo waved his arms, silencing the group. "Let me explain my choices. The Romefeller Foundation is at the bottom of this, and only white males are desirable. Sorry Yuy, Chang, Ramir, and Williams. Your jobs will be to collect and extract the proof of the operation and your partners from the site. The remaining agents present will be part of the shuttle deployment, backup, and tracking team."

"For those of you to whom this organization does not ring a bell: The Romefeller Foundation is once again a living, breathing faction, an organization resurrected from Earth's rich and influential syndicate magnates that once orchestrated the war between OZ and the Alliance, while sponsoring both. Through their intervention, for instance, Treize resigned his leadership in OZ. Duke Dermail led the foundation through the war years, and was brought to justice. He is still jailed, but his nephew, Franz Dermail, has taken over, we believe. I also have evidence of a plan to raise an army of terrorists and disrupt the world peace-- possibly his. We must not let him succeed."

There followed the requisite question and answer period with tons of questions and few answers. Une pulled part of the operations group to the side to discuss technical overview. Mill grabbed my attention with a slick hand gesture and drew us pretty boys off for a little talk.

"You are too recognizable as you are; you require disguises. First, grow out your hair. They seem enamored of long haired boys; red is a particularly desirable hair color. Do not ask me why; it just came up in the statistics. Quatre, yours is too familiar a countenance. Dye hair, change the cut, and possibly use green contacts. Trowa, streak your hair and change the damned style. Duo you absolutely have to unbraid your hair, pin back the bangs, something. You'll need clothes."

"Whore's clothes are easy," I said. "Done that before."

"I haven't," Quatre said.

Well, duh. I figured his father was rolling over in his grave now, imagining his only son a whore, strutting for Romefeller perverts.

"I don't pander to street trash," Mill sneered. "You'll be high class. Silk and sex, class and—"

"Ass," Trowa muttered.

"Panache," Milliardo said tartly. "We have approximately two months to complete the preparations, so we must move fast. I'd like to begin the operation today. To that effect, I will make appointments for the salon and boutique gallery. After lunch, all of you will join me at those appointments. Duo will leave with me this evening."

"What the shit? Tonight!" I shouted.

"Is that really necessary?" Quatre asked.

"We have to fly to New Germany, where I have already established a house. I will take him out for show as soon as possible. He will grab their attention and prove that I am serious and able to get the rest of the..."

"Flesh," Trowa supplied again.

"... commodities... they are looking for. We must start tomorrow."

"But—" I began.

"I left my family to come here for this assignment, Maxwell. I would like to compete this successfully and with all speed so that I may return to them."

"You got family?" I asked.

"Yes. My wife, Lucretia Noin, and our baby daughter."

Heero appeared out of nowhere. I could feel him bump against my arm. "Not tonight."

Oh, I knew Heero wanted at least one last night with me before all this. I did, too. It was happening so fast. I know I needed him, too. To tell him how I felt before, well, you never knew how things might turn out.

Wufei, bless his little hetero heart, came to our aid this time. "Duo has obligations before starting this mission."

Mill acquiesced. "Very well, one night. I will pick you up, Duo, at 10:00 AM. The flight will be arranged, but you'll need clothes, a salon visit—just to begin. We shall show up at key location where I can flaunt my "boy" with promise of other quality goods to come. They will bite and we will get them."

Heero did not look happy. "And we will pull all our men out, remember that."

Mill and Heero stared at one another. "You are only part Japanese. You might have worked, but for your eyes. It's hard to sell a man with killer's eyes and that scornful expression."

Heero bristled, his eyes narrowing dangerously. His fists tightened, his white knuckles glistened. "I wouldn't know. I never bought or sold human beings, just murdered them."

Pent up feelings threatened to rupture Heero's tight control. I sensed sharper words on his tongue tip about to be loosened, but for my sake he turned away, remaining silent, guarded, and patient. Wufei lent him strength with his stern presence.

"We must make careful, complete plans," Wufei said, shaking his head.

I don't think he believed Milliardo could do that, but I trusted my friends to make sure the plans were made, at least.

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