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"The Rovers"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, Romance, Adventure Pairings: ? Summary: The characters from Gundam Wing find love amid the perils of war, oh… and they save the world while they're at it. The story is set in an alternative universe on earth. Part One is told from Heero's point of view. We meet the roving people with a hidden agenda, and the men hunting them. In Part Two, things go wild and…well, let's just get through these first four chapters of Part One and see how it goes. Thanks to Waterlily for reading and offering her
advice not just once but twice—and when you get through part
two you see just how long a story this is and just how much I owe
her! Hope the exchange rate is in my favor… "The Rovers " Chapter 12 -Acts of Bravery (o) Wufei pov Wufei looked into the steely-blue eyes of the taller man. There were no words to exchange, no promises to make before they each went their own way, and which could end in their deaths. What they shared was larger than what could be expressed in a goodbye, so neither man said anything. The horses snorted impatiently and shook the drizzle from their manes. "Time to go," they urged their humans. "Before it gets dark." Wufei stepped back. Before he could take another step away, though, Zechs leaned in and captured him in a hard kiss, one meant to impress upon him a memory, like a wax seal: You are mine. Zechs released him with a gentle caress, a tickle of tongue on his lips. Wufei answered his clipped salute with a crisp bow then watched the love of his life mount up and ride away into the misty dampness, knowing that he'd be dead or imprisoned by the time he reached the palace gates. Wufei had better hurry then! He unbundled the package for one of the inventors. The tubes appeared to be not unlike the fireworks he was familiar with from L5. He dug a shallow hole and shoved one end deep, leaving the "wick" standing upright. He walked a few feet away and dug another hole and buried another explosive. This he repeated his dig-and-bury activity over a wide expanse. There would be nearly one hundred explosions soon. "Even Maxwell will understand this is a signal to proceed!" he said to himself. He didn't believe the outspoken Rover would understand a subtle signal. And if he didn't, if none of the others did anything right, he would still proceed. Chang Wufei would end this war alone if necessary! The mist lightened up, which Wufei took as a promising forecast. Even though he'd been assured that these would "go off rain or shine" he had never really believed they would. Now all he had to do was activate them with the press of a button, something else he didn't believe would work. He gazed up at the sky. Dark clouds were parting and racing away over the mountains, clearing up. "A good omen." He whispered thanks to his ancestors looking over him, and then pressed the button. Zing! Zing! Zing! Rockets shot from the ground where he'd buried them and flew up, up up into the sky. From a distance, no one would have seen them take off, he knew. Well? Was that it? BOOM! Boom, boom, boom...! Gigantic explosions filled the sky. Brilliant lights flickered against the dark clouds, sparkling with iridescent blues, greens, lustrous gold and silver, reds and oranges so intense it hurt to stare at them too long. No way would the Rovers not notice this and begin their mock attacks to the west and south. How could Khushrenada not believe that L5 was on the border attacking Sanc?! "Treize, look around and not at me," he said. Hoping the others would play their roles, but not counting on it, and totally prepared to have it all to do himself, Wufei pursued the next step of the plan he and Zechs had outlined. He climbed down the hill and into the city. He paused outside a building, one Zechs had described clearly to him, where a message would be posted, encrypted with the information as to where he would find Treize Khushrenada that evening. He hated trusting his life and everything to an unknown man, some Archer character, but he hoped it was Trowa Barton, even convinced himself it was Barton, in order to remain focused on his task. Zechs. Oh, Zechs! He hadn't wanted the man to go in alone. Wufei had wanted to follow him, had even a plan to go against Zechs' orders and just shoot anyone who laid a hand on him, but now he was glad he hadn't. He saw the wisdom in his being free to finish the job and free his lover for good. Making that decision to let Zechs attempt a meeting with Treize on his own had nearly ripped out his heart. He would make Treize pay for that. For everything. (o) Heero's pov "What's the problem?" Duo asked. "These guards know you, reported to you, right?" The Sanc guardsmen had certainly recognized Heero as their long-lost leader returned from the dead. Liam, in particular, recognized his previous superior as the man who let him stay in within the Sanc border rather than be forced to enter L4. "We were told you and the prince had been lost," Liam explained. "After you and had gone away to L4, we had one last report that you had gone after the Rovers, and then were never heard from again- even after General Khushrenada had sent soldiers to find you" Heero thought a moment. "Two soldiers found us at the camp and actually joined the prince on his journey to Lombaria and L5." "We were never told that," Liam said. "You were reported missing, probably waylaid by outlaws, Rovers, and assumed dead." "That's what we were told, sir," said another guardsman. "We are most... pleased to find you in good health!" Liam declared. So, Captain Yuy was well received. He'd been an admired and respected leader. Now, to his relief, the young guardsmen were pleased to once again follow his directions without question, in spite of Duo's mysterious presence. "Do I look that worried?" Heero asked, guessing he must have looked uneasy. He could hide fewer and fewer things from Duo, it seemed. "I wouldn't have said anything," Duo said, "if I didn't think you did." "Of course. So, yes they once reported to me, but they are probably conflicted between obeying the general of the armed forces, who is posing as their new leader, emperor, whatever he's calling himself here, or me, who reported to their prince-who, mind you, they also believed to be dead and gone." "Yeah, that's a tough situation, but you are here and Treize is not-that's gotta mean more to them. Just don't tell them anything you don't have to," Duo advised. "I won't. I have an idea how to use them without giving away what you and I are doing." "Okay. I trust you, 'Ro, you know that." "Thanks," Heero said with a light touch to Duo's sleeve. He gathered the few men he believed were the most reliable and ran them to a little-used guard station on the outskirts of the city. "Clear out the villagers; warn them that Khushrenada's likely to attack here very soon, and that they should take cover in the woods by the lake. Now!" No civilians killed on purpose. He knew this would be a bonus to tell Relena when he saw her next and had to explain his role in the attack on Sanc. She'd be pleased, relieved that he'd done all he could to save lives. In a few minutes they were done and Heero ran them from outpost to rural waysides, anyplace with a building or two where he could drop an explosive. When he had used up everything he'd been carrying, Heero sent the guards away on a frivolous errand that would lead them out of harm's way (and, thankfully, they didn't seem to mind the light-duty assignment) then ran to the agreed upon meeting spot to wait for Duo. His eyes closed for just a minute. Behind his eyelids he saw a flash of light from above. When he opened them, a loud "boom" shocked him to his feet. There was Duo running like the devil was after him. "Damn! See that?" Duo cried out. "It's-!" The rest of what he had to say would wait, while a mesmerizing display of fiery lights burst overhead. Never before had Sanc seen a fireworks display of this magnitude, not high in the sky! "L5 is fighting back?" Heero wondered aloud. "C'mon, 'Ro, think! That's Chang, baby! That's our signal! We wait until this is over then set the timers ticking on our own fireworks." "And Hilde knows what to do after that, right?" Heero asked. "Oh, yeah. She's clear on all that. She knows not to do anything until she hears our blasts going off. Wow, that is exceptional! What a show, eh?" "Yeah. Wufei is not afraid to announce his presence," Heero said, appreciatively. He himself wasn't prone to showing restraint. Duo pulled out a small box and opened the lid. A button rested in the center, red, begging to be pressed. When the overhead fireworks began tapering out, he chuckled and met Heero's eyes with a mischievous look. "Here goes," he said and pressed the button. Nothing happened for one complete minute. Heero had no concept of how the box signaled the timers on the explosives, but he knew enough to trust Duo and let his experience be his guide. They dashed for gulley, putting rock and trees between them and the nearest bombs, which Duo had been responsible for setting. "This oughta do," Duo said as they hunkered down. Then they waited. The first blast knocked them flat. Rocks rained down, pelting them hard, but not enough to injure either of them severely. Then came the next explosion. "Duo!" (o) After parting from Quatre, Trowa picked his way around the gate until he found what he was looking for: a sleeping guard. He made quick work of knocking out one that looked like he was dozing-or reading a book- silencing him, and dragging him alongside the trash bins out of the way. He hastily put on the man's uniform. Sadly, it was ill-fitting, loose in the waist and legs, but a cinched belt would have to do a decent enough job. He had left the heavy artillery hidden with his horse in a paid up stall (don't rent this animal out!). So, he charged his augmented gun and holstered it, clamped the sword at his hip, just for disguise, and jammed the man's perky hat over his head. Now, he had to remember the layout of the palace buildings correctly! Heero had drawn pictures, including where various holding cells could be found; rooms where someone of importance would stay, secure but of superior quality than the dungeons. Over there! He recognized Quatre's spirited horse being led away and the sound of men marching toward a row of low buildings. That seemed right. What luck if it was Quatre, having been seized and refused a meeting with Treize, being confined now with him there to witness! Trowa increased his gait to catch up just in time to see the door closing on the group. He tested the door, but it was locked. He had to get inside! "I could use your lock-breaking skills now, Duo," he thought. The door vibrated as an explosion quaked through the bedrock. The booms resonated around the stone walls. Another set of explosions sounded off to the right, then to the left left and further away. "On the other hand," Trowa thought, "you've been pretty busy elsewhere, I hear tell." Like ants running from rising water, men streamed from a nearby building, Sanc uniforms, guards. Men dashed one way then another; Trowa was ignored in the confusion and was about to try blowing the door lock when a soldier gripped his arm and stopped him. "You look like a calm fellow," the man told him. "Come with me; we've got to protect the Emperor!" Trowa was about to object, but then remembered that where Treize was, Chang Wufei was sure to be and he might need a hand. Quatre, he decided, was likely safer locked up than running around with him now. He gave the man in uniform a quick salute and said, "Sure... ah, yes sir!" (o) Wufei's pov Wufei slipped around the corner, hugging the wall to the building Treize Khushrenada was visiting. A restaurant, the message had indicated. He had watched and followed the leader to this point less than an hour ago. He knew he would have to hurry now. Word of the attacks would probably send guards to his side to take Sanc's ruler to safety. Guards were dotted about. He hadn't been observed; he'd been exceptionally careful to remain well concealed. A whore hissed at him from a doorway, swung her trench coat aside when she got his attention. Wufei stepped to her side ready to slit her throat before he'd let her expose him. "Kiss me," she whispered. "You are being watched." He was about to argue but caught the barest glimpse of a figure in the dark, so, instead, he embraced her and pressed his lips to her cheek in an awkward move. He could sneak a peek through her hair until he discerned a man with a sword on his hilt standing in the shadows. The shadow turned and moved off in the opposite direction. "Thank you," he said, slipping her a coin of the realm, what he guessed she would ask for after a night's roll. When she hesitated, staring blankly at the palm of her hand, he dropped a couple more coins, to make sure, in case he'd been in error due to his inexperience hiring out sex. It would have to be sufficient since he had paid her all Zechs had given him. The things he had to do to achieve his goal! For a moment, he worried he had insulted her then she smiled and pocketed the payment. "Stay still," he warned her, adding as an afterthought, "Say nothing." When he was sure she wasn't about to walk away, he knelt, took the high-tech weapon from the back of his waistband, and had a look. The large laser gun version, a heavy, dependable weapon, for use, not for show. The equivalent of eight rounds in the rechargeable magazine, one in the chamber. He worked the safety, noted the film of oil that glistened on the slide. Trust Howard, he thought, to keep things in good order. He smelled a drift of smoke. She blew out a long stream of acrid smoke. "Get rid of them all," she said. "I don't know what you mean." She ignored his poor attempt to appear nonchalant. "Khushrenada is collecting weapons like that. He has found one of the makers. He will destroy the world as you know it." "How do you know that?" "My sister is his mistress's handmaid. Lady Une moans and groans and complains to her all the time." "And in bed, he tells her things?" Wufei might just believe that. "No, no. Men don't tell women things in bed. Men tell women things when they are trying to get them into bed. To let women know how important they are. Once in bed, the time for telling things is over." Wouldn't you know he'd find a philosophical whore tonight! "If he supplies armies with weapons such as this one," Wufei turned the heavy thing over in his hand to begin the chemical recharging, "then I might be too late." "You might, but if you do nothing, I know who I'll curse in the dark." The tough prostitute stepped away, swaying, either not caring or oblivious to how close she'd come to being murdered by him. Wufei muttered under his breath something about the weakness of women as he totally forgot about her and turned back to the business at hand. He placed the weapon out of sight and set his hand on the hilt of his sword. He'd much rather take the man in a duel, the more honorable victory, but losing would not be a permissible outcome. He had to kill Khushrenada and free Zechs. The two Rovers and Heero and Quatre should be somewhere out there... somewhere. He would know they when they had created a diversion- when, not if, because "if" sounded too doubtful and he had no room for doubts now. He could use that diversion right about now. "Now," he whispered through gritted teeth. Zechs had no reservations believing in the others; they would come through for him spectacularly-that he had promised Wufei. Of course, Zechs had trusted Heero completely. Heero in turn, apparently, trusted the Rovers. Wufei had vowed to "do his duty and perform his function" regardless. "Who knows what's befallen them since our last communication?" Wufei had said. "I will do what must be done, whether or not the others follow through, and they probably won't so I'll have to it all by myself-" "-and I believe you would try, my darling," Zechs had said. "I have come to rely on a great many people whose names I had not heard of prior to this adventure." He'd had a glint in his eye and had been quick to smile. Wufei didn't know if the man was teasing him or being open, so he asked, "You mean people like the Archers?" Rovers were just a slapped together bunch of well-meaning misfits, in Wufei's opinion. The Archers were trained, efficient, and clever-strong men and women to be reckoned with. Once he and Zechs had reached the capital city's Northern border, they'd been surprised by a pair of Archers. The men signaled a peaceful meeting and knew both Wufei and Zechs' names. "We have messages from friends for you." "Friends of yours or ours?" Wufei asked uncertain who to trust anymore. "Shinigami and Shadow are our friends, and yours?" "What news?" Zechs asked, acknowledging the friendship. The taller Archer handed over a folded note. "Plans. They are well-armed and ready to help you." "Thank you very much for delivering this to us," Zechs said politely. "I may only guess how dangerous a mission you were tasked with." He withdrew a small bag of coins and pressed it into the man's hand. "Put this to good use." The Archer grinned as he weighed the leather pouch in his palm. "Your thanks is well received and gift appreciated, sire." He bowed and joined his compatriot on horseback and rode away. "Among others," Zechs had replied. "A leader can't do it all. One must learn to lean on others- Rovers, Archers, even colonists!" Colonists like him, Zechs had meant. Oh, Zechs! Wufei blinked away the threat of tears. This was no time for sentimental memories! This was the night. Fortunately he had laid in a supply of fireworks, just in case, and the case requiring had come... and was now past. Their friends were near, had gotten his signal, then something should be happening very, very soon. The time could be any moment or in an hour. He had time, he guessed, to weigh his choice of weapons: his clan sword, his first preference, a weapon of honor, if he had time and space, but he wasn't fool enough to pick that one out of pride; the dragon fang attached to his arm featured a high-power flamethrower named "Dragon Fang Fire," which could melt the armor of any enemy with ease, and would incinerate a man instantly-perhaps overkill; a peculiar firearm he liked the feel of- it would be quick, sure, clean. He saw the brilliant flashes of light first. The ear-splitting blasts of explosions coming from at least two parts of town followed seconds later. Dear Ancestors, his associates had come through for him! More deep booming sounds sounded in the distance. The echoes of faraway blasts ricocheted off the surrounding hillsides, magnifying the number of false attacks his friends had set up. Wufei didn't mind, of course, because the more noise the more chaos, the more likely it was that he could walk right in and do his job. Nothing happened for the count of five and then he heard men running. He joined in the chaos, making for the restaurant entrance. Part of his plan counted on the arrogance of Khushrenada: he wouldn't keep a large guard for protection, being able to fight with excellence himself, and what guards he would have he would send out to stop the uprising. And if he was wrong, Wufei was quite prepared to slaughter his way to Treize's presence! Wufei sprinted in, swiping guards off their feet as he went, leading with his sword, smugly pleased that there were so few, as expected. The sword's weight felt so good, as was watching the uniformed men fall in his wake. A duel with Treize would be most satisfying... Treize turned at the sound of his entry. "Who are you?" He sounded calm, surprisingly under the circumstances, but then maybe he'd heard a lot of noise lately while destroying Sanc? "Oh, I remember. Zechs' toy." "If you say so." What Wufei thought was that the "Emperor's" face was badly in need of a fist, but that would be a waste of precious time. Treize's sword, if he had one on him- he couldn't see it- wasn't drawn. A duel was not going to happen. He could hear men running this way. Someone, including Treize himself could slip a blade into his ribs. Recognizing that he'd have to act immediately, he made his decision as to how to execute the man. Wufei dropped his sword and raised the machine pistol so Khushrenada could look down the barrel. Treize closed his eyes, pressed his lips closed, and drew himself up to his full height. Howard's strange weapon fired a heavy, high-velocity bullet; the general was thrown back against the wall so hard the plaster cracked, and he left a long red smear as he slid to the floor. It was over. He had killed the man, performed his role in the rebellion. Like a switch had turned off one part of his mind and roused another, he immediately set his sights on finding Zechs, to freeing him. He would waste no time locating the means to do so, either. Wufei turned the weapon toward the assistant standing, barely, mouth gaping wide in shock. "Please give me the keys to cell blocks where Sanc's prince is being held," he said. "Now! I know you are his acting warden. I remember you taking him away." The assistant trembled with fear but he would not give in. "Is that your answer?" Wufei asked. The man made a sound. Resistance? Assent? Wufei shrugged and fired a long burst. The man screamed once before he died. But there was another sound behind him. Wufei swung around aiming at the man in uniform standing near the door. He yelled, "Weapon Down!" The soldier dropped his inferior gun. "Here, here are keys. In this." He tossed a knapsack onto the floor. Wufei could hear the jingling of keys amongst papers. "Take them, please." "You open that and toss the keys to me," Wufei shouted. Who knew if it wasn't booby-trapped and would explode in his face? The soldier did as ordered then skittered behind a bank of stacked chairs. Wufei caught the massive ring of keys without losing his bead on the man. "Stay here." Wufei gave the body of the great leader one last look. The man he hated so much appeared smaller, less important than ever. Once he was assured that the man was surely dead, he dashed out the door. (o) Heero's pov "Duo!" Heero shouted, cushioning his lover's head on a knee and using his tunic edge, staunching the blood flowing profusely from the head wound. "Don't sit up but stay with me." He knew that nothing bled like a cut forehead, so he didn't panic. He ripped strips of cloth from Duo's shirt and tied a make-shift bandage around his head. Duo wasn't talking. He blinked. His eyes seemed to work, the pupils looked okay. "A rock hit you hard," Heero explained. "Those little bombs we placed are far more powerful than I thought they'd be." Duo nodded and hissed. "Aw, shit. Headache." "Take it easy then. We're not likely to be spotted here. Here, drink some water." Duo sipped and turned his gaze toward Sanc. "I don't know what's going on," Heero told him. "Can you just sit still, wait here for me, while I do some reconnaissance?" "Yeah." Duo smiled crookedly. "I'd like Tro's idea of recon better." Heero didn't understand the reference and decided Duo was concussed. "I won't be long, promise." About the time he jumped upon his horse, he remembered the inn conversation, and laughed. Duo was going to be okay, if he was cracking jokes. (o) Trowa's pov Trowa tore through the building after hearing the shots in the distance. He made the educated guess that Wufei had been successful and would be on his way to the cellblocks to free Zechs. "Chang!" Wufei stopped at the thundering footfalls on the gravel and waited. "What the hell are you doing here?" was his tart enquiry. Trowa took a steadying breath. Keeping in the odd spirit of the moment he quipped back, "I got tired of waiting for you screwing off out here. You did kill the bastard?" "Yes," Wufei snarled, barely hiding a proud grin. "No remorse?" "None at all." Wufei's smile turned vicious. "I feel bad about that." "I'll bet you do," Trowa said. He took a step back, feeling uncomfortable with the other man's current passion for bloodlust. "Quatre's in there-that building." Wufei shook his head, asking, "What about Zechs?" "Seems likely." Wufei dangled the keys. Trowa smiled at the sight promising them an easy entrance. "Nice." Wufei smiled back, a normal kind of smile, which gave Trowa the confidence to tease him, just a little. "Of course I have nine weapons that could have blown the locks open, but what the hell?" "I-I couldn't count on you getting here on time-!" Wufei began to defend his actions. Trowa brushed him off. "I know. You did fine. So, let's not waste more time." He shouldered a machine cannon and blasted his way through each door, releasing Quatre and Zechs first. "These first cells are government officials, true to the monarchy," Zechs pointed out a long corridor of grey walls. Quatre told him, "I feel... Their hearts prove them to be trustworthy." Trowa made a note of the locations of the Sanc leadership for future action. "Later." He patted Quatre down, searching for injuries. "What happened?" "Nothing important. Stop it! You're not helping, Trowa! No one hurt me," Quatre assured him. More kindly, he added, "I'm fine, thank you." "Don't ever let me agree to watch you ride off into danger alone like that," Trowa growled, and then pressed a kiss to his lips and held him still for passion-filled moment. Quatre pushed them gently apart. "I think Wufei's uncomfortable." Wufei had not launched himself into his prince's arms. He stood awkwardly holding the keys looking askance through his eyelashes. While Trowa watched the L5 ambassador assess the situation, he did the same. They were surrounded by guards, men who were making up their minds about this prince, most likely the man about to become their king, deciding whether or not to accept him as their leader. Rebel against Khushrenada, the man who had been their general for years and rally round Merquise and regain his kingdom? Wufei, in Trowa's judgement, was unlikely to do anything which would spoil the prince's image, and he didn't. He just endured the wait for Zechs to address him. Zechs had no such reservations, apparently. He stepped forward, two long strides and laid a kiss on the other man's lips. Brief, but sure, then released him. "From your expression, I believe you completed your objective?" Unable to trust his voice, Wufei just nodded. "Very good," Zechs looked over the guards around him. To Trowa, it appeared the leader was measuring their conflicting duties and allegiances. "What's happened in my absence?" A lot, apparently. The men started talking at once, sorted themselves out, and then allowed the one of highest rank be their spokesman. The most pertinent information came early on. "We were told you had died in battle," the oldest soldier told Zechs. "The king was dead. The princess gone. You... gone. Khushrenada, well, folks were begging for his leadership as they heard rumors of war and revolts in the colonies." "Treize Khushrenada is dead. I am not." Zechs stood tall with all the vigor of a well-exercised man in excellent health. "His unwarranted takeover of Sanc and war on its neighbors, colonies, and allies is at an end." The old soldier proclaimed, "Long live the King!" The others repeated the declaration, and for a few minutes mutual bonding assurances continued. Zechs' absence hadn't been that long and the people of Sanc wanted their royalty. There would be little opposition from the army once Zechs took command. Zechs began with a few orders. From what Trowa understood, Wufei's job would be routing out the Khushrenada fanatics, something he appeared pleased to hear. Wufei man fingered the hilt of his sword as he moved to Zechs side and privately shared his thoughts. "Your Highness," Quatre interrupted, "Many members of your government are still locked up inside. I propose we free immediately the ones we agreed upon that you can trust." Ah, the great negotiator at work! "Of course. Thank you, Prince Quatre, for prompting me to action. Captain Noin is not here to lead the army, but these men are," he indicated Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei to the Sanc guardsmen. He introduced them by title: Prince Quatre of L4, Prince Wufei of L5, and the Archer Barton, which sounded more impressive, Trowa guessed, than the insignificant label "Rover". "Obey them as you would Captain Noin, or me." "Sir!" the oldest guard said, bowing. "It's an honor to serve you again." Trowa thought to add, "Yuy's the guards' captain, um, officially, still." He was pretty sure Zechs hadn't had time to tell anyone that he had released from duty the captain of the Sanc guard. "He's around, too." "Captain Yuy?" asked the older guard. "He's alive and here in Sanc?" "He is. Look for him." Zechs gave Trowa a little salute. "See if you can locate him?" "Yeah," Trowa agreed. "And after that, we go to L4 and find your sister." "Relena-" Zechs said in a low voice. "We'll see that she's safe and sound," Quatre reassured him. As Trowa moved toward the door, he could hear Zechs talking to the men, his men, and to his ears the man sounded like the leader he had been born to be. "Troops! I will see my father, the king, and learn what's been done with him, and I want to restore this city. Your jobs are to protect the people of Sanc from any more of this insanity! Be assured, though, Wufei Chang will punish those who betrayed my father, or me." Wufei straightened, looked proud of his assignment and ready to take action. "We'll stop by the palace once we find Heero and Duo," Trowa whispered in passing to the man from L5. "If you're not there, we'll leave word when we go south. Wouldn't want to miss the big celebration." "Celebration?" "Crowning of the new king," Trowa said. "But... there's still a chance- the barest of chances, but some- that the king's alive-!" Wufei paused and looked to Quatre, who shook his head. "You are absolutely certain he's been... killed?" "He knows," Quatre touched his chest over his heart. "He knows in here. Be strong, Wufei. You are everything he needs to get through this dreadful, challenging time." Quatre glanced over to Trowa. "I have someone to lean on, and it makes all the difference." TBC...
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