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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 2 The cool droplets of water felt good against the hot flesh. Trowa closed his eyes and titled his face to the shower's gentle spray. While the others feast on breakfast, he had headed to the washroom. He wasn't the least bit hungry and was in bad need of a shower, or at least that's how he felt. When Heero had entered the kitchen shortly after his conversation with Wu Fei, he asked how the information about his mission was gained. The answer was simple. Duo had admitted to eavesdropping on him and Quatre the last time they spoke. It was then common knowledge since there was only one base near the area that had been discussed. It was still odd. Quatre never mentioned receiving a mission. The blonde always told him when one came up. Even if Trowa was on one of his own; the Arab would have emailed him at least. They always told each other just so they wouldn't worry as much. Maybe Quatre did mail him. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't check his mail in the last couple of days. He was too engrossed in completing his mission. Presently, he turned off the water and started to dry off. The room slowly became chilled, probably because he had just taken a cold shower. Pushing the change of temperature away, he wrapped the towel around his waist. It was then that he noticed the bathroom mirror. It was completely fogged up. The windows were fine, it was only the mirror that was steamed up. HEERO was written into the sweat. Trowa stared at the word in confusion. Suddenly he heard Duo's laughter explode from the kitchen. Always full of practical jokes. Even at the worse of times. With that, Trowa wiped away the letters and headed for his bedroom. The voices of his comrades could still be heard from the kitchen as he approached his room. He wasn't sure what they were talking about. In truth, he didn't really care. The instant he closed the door, a strange feeling fell over him. The same feeling that followed him through the woods yesterday. All at once his heart started pounding, pulse raced, and breathing became quick. His green eyes traced the room as he pressed his back to the door. He felt that someone was there. He tightly gripped the doorknob and tried to turn it. It was locked. He tried again, turning harder and faster, but it was still locked. Slowly the strange feeling became more familiar. It was the feeling he got when Quatre was near. His pulse and heart rate returned to normal. The room was freezing cold. A quick glance proved that the window wasn't open, and even if it was, the thermometer claimed it to be in the eighties right now. Without warning, an ear piercing scream enveloped the room. The noise was so loud, it forced Trowa to cover his ears as he tried again to open the door. It was still locked. The cry was so sorrowful, so full of pain, and so familiar. It was too long drawn out and too loud to memorize. Trowa looked about the room for the source of the noise. There wasn't much there. Just the bed, dresser, and a mirror in the far corner. As the pair of emeralds rested on the mirror, they widen in a mixture of surprise and fear. The mirror portrayed an image of the lost pilot. He was standing perfectly still, his left hand pressed against the cool glass. His sapphires were cold and lifeless. The scream ceased and Trowa slid against the door to a sitting position; his eyes locked on Quatre. He didn't want to risk losing sight of him again. The Arab's lips were moving, but no sound came out. Trowa did his best to read his lips, but he was distracted by something else. The fact that the image in the mirror had no tongue. He was able to make out the plead for him to come to the mirror, but before he fully understood, the delegate face conformed to fear and ceased talking. At the same instant, the door supporting the Latin flew open and he spilled onto his back in the hallway. The coolness gave way to the hot sticky morning. He stared up into mechanical colbat, confused violet, and concerned coal. "What happened Barton?" Wu Fei spoke first and Trowa only stared at him, wondering if they heard the scream too. "Why did you scream?" Duo asked next. Trowa ignored the question and sat up to look at the mirror. Quatre was gone. All he saw was his own reflection sitting on the floor with his friends hovering over him in concern. "I didn't scream." Trowa said coldly as he pushed himself to a stand. "We heard you. We know your voice." Wu Fei added and Trowa only stared at him in confusion. "I don't scream." "Then why did you lock the door?" Duo questioned. "I didn't." "Yes you did because Heero had to just about break the door." Emeralds met colbat. "What's going on?" Heero demanded as the taller pilot walked into his room. "The door got stuck." Was all he said as he closed the door and willed them to leave. How was he supposed to explain to the rest that he had seen Quatre? They would think he was crazy. Maybe he was. Dear Trowa, Trowa reread the email. It was dated as the same day that Quatre was supposedly captured. The entire note was coded. It was translated that the Arab was supposed to destroy a manufacturing plant somewhere north of here. The Saddler Plant was 500 miles north of here, but the base where Trowa was, the Tallarico base, was more than 1200 miles to the west. Why did they send Quatre there rather than the Puma base? It was only 200 miles from the Saddler factory. Curious, Trowa brought up all the information about the Puma base that Heavyarms' computer was equip with. All that was revealed was that Puma was slowly being turned into a school. The information included how many soldiers reside on the base. The main ranks and a blue print of the structure. Maybe it has something to do with it becoming a school. Gundam pilots shouldn't be taken lightly. Aside from Tallarico, the next closest base is Pereira, but that's more than 3000 miles north of Saddler. So technically, it makes sense. . . .but I know Quatre wasn't at Tallarico. Something else must have happened. He exhaled quickly out of frustration. His breath could easily be seen dancing in the summer air. It was when he noticed this that he realized how cold it suddenly became. Trowa looked up at his screen and wasn't too surprised to see lifeless sapphires staring back at him. "Quatre. . ." He whispered softly. He watched the reflection as it typed on the reflection of his keyboard. It was clear that the blonde was connecting to a satellite. A few seconds later, the Saddler base appeared on the screen. Trowa felt his heart drop. It was still intact. If Quatre's mission was to destroy it, then there should have been at least some kind of damage done to the building. Trowa closed out the picture and waited for Quatre's image to reappear, but it didn't. "Trowa!" The unmistakable voice of Duo drifted up to the cockpit. "Hey! Are you up there?" Trowa turned off his computer and stepped from the cockpit. "They sent me out here to get you." The American called from the base of the Gundam. "Lunch is ready. You should come and eat." Trowa grabbed the descend rope and lowered himself to the ground. "Are you okay? You look like you seen a ghost." "Do you believe in ghosts?" Duo laughed at the question. "You're kidding, right?" Serious emeralds locked onto joking violet. "You're not kidding. . .Don't tell me that someone like you believe in ghosts." Trowa pushed pass the braided pilot and headed for the cabin. He didn't know why he thought Duo was the person to talk to. "Hey! Wait up!"
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