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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 3 What's going on? Trowa wondered as he slumped onto his bed and laid backwards. If Quatre never attacked the base, then how did Wu Fei receive that transmission? And where is Quatre? Could it be possible that something happened before he got to Saddler? He turned to look at the mirror. Part of him wanted Quatre to return. His late lover must be trying to tell him something. . .but what? Trowa continued to stare at his own reflection, silently willing for his partner to appear again. . .but all that stared back was a lifeless pair of emeralds. "Trowa?" Heero's voice drifted through the door and was followed by a light knock. A second later, the Perfect Soldier entered the room and stared at his teammate. "You should come and eat something." Trowa remained silent. "Duo told me what happened in the woods." Heero continued and sat on the edge of the bed. "What's this thing about ghosts?" Eyelids consumed emeralds as he wondered what to do. If he told Heero what had been happening all day, surely he would be deemed insane. Then again, it was Heero. There's a chance that he could help. "Did Duo come into the bathroom this morning when I was taking a shower?" "No. He sat by me the whole time until we heard you scream. Why?" "I know it might sound a little demented. . . .but I've been seeing Quatre all day." Heero's eyebrow arched. "What do you mean you've been seeing him?" "This morning when I was making breakfast, I saw his reflection in the window." "And. . ." "When I turned around, it was Wu Fei. I looked back and he was gone." "Anything else?" "Before you opened my door this morning, I saw him in the mirror." Trowa recalled and looked up at the glass he was talking about. "Then again, in the woods, he appeared on the main screen in Heavyarms." "Did Duo or Wu Fei see anything?" Trowa shook his head and sat up straight. "Every time someone comes around, he disappears." "You think it's a ghost?" "I don't know how else to explain it. . .unless I'm crazy." Heero tenderly cupped Trowa's chin and brought his emeralds to meet colbat. "You're not crazy. You just miss him so much that you're imaging him. There is no such thing as ghosts. You're so consumed with guilt and grief that you're hallucinating. . .but it doesn't mean you're crazy." He gently ran his thumb along the thin cheek. Trowa closed his eyes tightly. "I don't know what to do to make it stop then." "Let go." "What?!" "The only way you're going to stop imaging him is to let go of the guilt you have. You have to get over him. I know it sounds harsh, but if you don't, it's going to keep affecting you. . .and later, your missions. You can't afford to let that happen." With that, the Perfect Soldier leaned over and tenderly kissed his lips. Trowa didn't resist. Though everything inside him wanted to push his friend away, logic told him to refrain. Heero was right. If he was a person, he could continue to mourn for the blonde. However, he wasn't a person. He was a weapon, and weapons aren't affected by the lost of lives. "Heero. . ." "Let me help you Trowa. . ." The soft kiss traced his neck. "The way you helped me." No opposition occurred as their lips met again, and this time Trowa returned the gesture.
As easily as he could, he tried to remove Heero's arm. However, he was a lot different from Quatre. The slightest movement jolted the sleeping boy. Even in the darken room, he could see the question in the colbat eyes. Trowa tried to ignore it as he slipped on his boxers. He half muttered that he had to use the bathroom before leaving. He had just flushed and turned on the water when suddenly the room turned cold. Even the water was ice cold, despite the fact he had turned on only the hot. A chill ran down his spine as he felt Quatre's presence. He looked up and caught the image in the mirror over the sink. This time was different. The tears spilling from the zombie eyes tore at his heart. "Quatre. . ." His horsed voice barely whispered. It was as if the Arab was standing right behind him. He dared not look back for fear that he would disappear. Tears brimmed his own emeralds as he beheld the sorrowful features. "I'm so sorry." His body started to shiver with the cold. He stared at the sapphires in the mirror. They were so cold and lifeless, so much like his own green eyes. "I hope you enjoyed yourself." Duo's voice startled the Latin, causing him to blink for a second. That's all it took for Quatre to vanish. The sorrowful blue eyes were replaced by blazing violets. Duo was leaning against the door frame of the bathroom. His usual happy ora had been banquished by one of shear hatred. The purple eyes glared at the taller boy accusingly. Trowa turned to face the American. It was now evident that tears of anger brimmed the eyelashes. "Was it worth it? Did you enjoy fucking the Perfect Soldier? Quatre's body parts aren't even cold where they lay. You fucking asshole." With that, he pushed himself from the wood and walked off. The threatening tears had already started to spill from the violet orbs. All at once, guilt returned by tenfold. Chapter 4 |
