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Title: The Bone Gate
Authors: Nix Winter and
LunarGeography (Amy the
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4
Rating: Mature adults only
Warnings: Angst, spooky occult
stuff, and boys who are not what they seemed to be. Post EW
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3244342/1/ , http://www.therck.org,
all others please askDisclaimer:
No infringement of
the copyright of Gundam Wing is intended. This story is purely for
Date: Posted 17 January 2007
Summary: After Endless Waltz,
the pilots are separated by the fears of the new government. But all is
not well with the G-boys. Old enemies may be pulling strings from
somewhere unimaginably far behind the scenes, and old friends may not
be what they seem.
[xxx]: Text on screen
To call the scene at Duo's apartment building a circus would be an
insult to Catherine. Notably the circus had better crowd control than
the L2 authorities seemed capable of maintaining. Nonetheless, it was
inarguably a freak show. There seemed to be several large crowds of
mourners, many in tears and a few actually wailing, all intent on
covering every available surface with flowers. Other people seemed to
be there purely to gawk, and seemed highly excited when Heero came into
view. Whispers, pointing, and then of all things, someone came up to
him as he was forcing his way through the crowd and asked for an
Fortunately, the autograph-seeking idiot had the sense to know death
when it was glaring him in the face, and fled.
Heero could hear the in the distance the strident tones of a street
preacher, who seemed to see in the situation a chance to berate large
crowds of people for the many and varied sins of L2 -- for which Duo
was somehow responsible. Or emblematic, at the least. If the bastard
had been anywhere near him, Heero would have had some words with him
about the appropriateness of using the scene of his closest friend's
death to capture an audience for his ranting. Some words, and some
cripplingly painful blows.
Breaking through the crowd, Preventer's badge held before him like a
shield, Heero approached the scene of the... impact. He wouldn't call
it death, not until he was certain.
He cursed under his breath. The scene was totally contaminated. A media
crew was being pushed back by several uniformed Preventers. They'd
definitely gotten close enough to contaminate the scene... the
anchorwoman's highly polished shoe was marred with red smears. L2 cops,
judging from the uniforms, were cuffing a man and removing test tubes
from his pockets... some of which contained red substances. Heero
didn't know if he should get perform violence upon the man for the
attempted theft or be violently ill, but either way, violence was
When his arm was touched, Heero found his hand around the throat of a
woman in a Preventer's uniform before he had the chance to think about
his response. Her hands wrapped around his wrist, yanking at it, and
she struggled while choked-off noises spilling from her mouth.
He didn't want to let go. He wanted to hurt someone more than he ever
had in his entire life, and this woman had touched him without his
permission, and there were crowds of people here to stare at Duo's
body, and this man trying to steal pieces of Duo's body, and there was
blood splattered everywhere, a huge radius, and there was so much of
it, the stink stabbing into his brain, and this woman should not have
*Breathe in. Out, slowly. In again, from deep in the belly. Out.
He made his hand relax.
"Don't touch me."
The agent coughed, massaging her throat with her hands. Heero could see
white marks where his fingers had pressed. There would be bruises. He
couldn't bring himself to feel sorry.
"Agent Yuy?" She waited for his nod. "I'm Julia Parks, with the L2
branch. Agent Chang assigned me to be your liaison."
He nodded again. He wasn't pleased to meet her, and he wouldn't say he
"The body has been taken to the morgue already. Do you... do you want
to go there, or..."
"His apartment. I want to see his apartment first."
Agent Parks escorted him inside, and had the sense not to try to talk
to him. She stood back as he walked through Duo's tiny kitchen, the
mismatched, thrift-shop living room, the blackout-curtained bedroom. As
Une's notes had said, the apartment was now bare of personal effects
except for several framed photos, all featuring one or more of the
former Gundam pilots.
The kitchen counter was covered with evidence bags. He looked through
them – empty prescription bottles, Duo's badge, a Preventer's
standard-issue firearm, fiber samples, and a single piece of paper.
Heero read it.
I fought for you.
I bled for your freedom and safety.
You know what I wanted? In the war? I
wanted to kinda belong.
I wanted everyone safe, free
and for me.. I wanted
I wanted to be a good person
I wanted to be okay to be around
I wanted my friends and my family
the other pilots
they're my family
but I'm a bad man
and people are scared of me being with
I can never be close to anyone or
they'll die or I'll hurt them
I survived the church.
I survived the war
But I can't survive without my family
Heero is a good man. He'd never hurt
you. Don't be afraid of him. He's
kind and only wants to help people.
Quatre is a saint. Sweet and gentle.
Trowa is a quiet man who keeps to
himself and only wants to live his
life, you fucking assholes.. he's in
love with Quatre. Being torn from
the man he loves? That's his reward
for helping save your sorry asses?
Wufei? Well, now he's an asshole, but
he's not gonna start blowing
things up. Mostly, I think he just
liked telling me what an idiot I am.
So, please, as I can't stay here
anymore, please be kind to my family.
We only wanted to help you. We never
wanted to bring you fear. Unless
you're some corrupt politician who's
hurting people, and even then..
we're older, broken in body and soul.
Please. For those I leave behind.
Just leave them the hell alone, please?
Heero watched his fingers as he shuffled the evidence bags, then
covertly placed the note in his pocket. He felt as though he were a
foot above his body, watching as it did the most surprising things
entirely independent of his own volition. There was a high-pitched
ringing in his ears.
"I'm done here," said his mouth to Agent Parks.
The ringing almost drowned out the sobbing coming from the apartment
next to Duo's, where through an open door, he saw a woman being
questioned by two Preventer agents. Almost.
The detachment lasted through the elevator ride down and exiting the
building. As Agent Parks made for the cluster of official vehicles, he
stopped and turned. Leaving his escort behind, he walked up to the
media crew, now standing outside the newly-erected barrier. He faced
the anchorwoman who was impeccably dressed, except for the dull red
stains up on her patent-leather shoes, and handed her the note from his
pocket. Duo's note.
"This is for you," he said.
"Wufei. Lady Une. It's a pleasure to speak to you both again, though I
wish the circumstances were other than what they are."
Lady Une, thought Quatre, looked worse than either he or Wufei. Her
eyes were glassy, and he wondered if she'd taken tranquilizers. What
did it say about them, all of them who'd fought in the war, that at a
time like this not a one of them had shed a tear? All of them had just
seen a brother of the soul fall to his death, even if they cherished a
secret hope that it had been a fraud, yet none of them could cry. It
felt like the ability to cry had been burned out of them, and the grief
that twisted inside of them could only find exit through more corrosive
Duo, Quatre suspected, would have had tears, had it been another one of
them who had fallen. And he wouldn't have been wasting his time in
these polite phrases. He'd have been on the line demanding, "What the
fuck?," pushing for answers, pushing for action through the tears.
Well. Even if he couldn't find his tears, he could push. It was about
damn time somebody pushed.
"Wufei. I'll need you to meet me on L2 as soon as you can. Heero is
already en route, and I don't think it's a good idea for him to be left
there alone. I'll be contacting Trowa, as well. I'll arrange for
us to stay in one of WEI's properties there. Look for the details in an
Thin lips twisted, a sure sign that Wufei was about to balk. Quatre had
no patience just now for a 'Chang Wufei takes orders from no one' snit.
No patience, and no inclination to coax and wheedle him into acting as
part of a unit, part of a family.
Besides, Chang Wufei damn well took orders from Heero and Trowa. As
well as Dekim Barton and his eight year-old puppet, damn it. It was
about time he extended that courtesy to Quatre.
"Winner, I can't just --"
"Chang. Shut up."
Wufei looked flabbergasted. Even Lady Une blinked.
"Heero has asked us to gather. He suggested doing so here on L4, but I
am not leaving him to face whatever he finds on L2 alone. He needs the
rest of us around him if he has to face Duo's corpse. You know what Duo
meant to him. You damn well owe it to him to be there." This felt good.
Really good. He'd spent the last few months trying so desperately to
fix his shattered family, softening his words to make them more
palatable to the sisters whose love he didn't want to lose. To speak
the blunt truths of his heart again, knowing that for all his moods and
snits, Wufei wouldn't fail him -- it felt like finally being able to
swing his arms after being trapped in a straitjacket for so long.
"You owe it to Trowa and I not to leave us to support Heero alone, and
you owe it to Duo to find out what happened, and to give him the grief
and respect he deserves."
"I... am fully aware of what I owe Yuy. What I owe all of you, Maxwell
not the least among my benefactors." Wufei bowed then, formally. "You
are correct. I had realized myself that Heero will be unable to handle
the situation well. And there is information of which all of you should
be made aware."
Quatre raised an eyebrow.
"Let it wait until we are are together in a secure location, Winner.
Please. It is too late to use it now, in any case."
"All right, Wufei."
"In all honesty, however, this is an incredibly difficult situation for
the Preventers as well. Maxwell was a high-ranking agent, an exemplar,
so to speak. There will need an internal investigation, and the
invasive media coverage will require – deftness." Wufei's eyes slid to
his traumatized boss, a silent indication that he thought she was
incapable at the moment.
Frankly, Quatre agreed. Her silence thus far was unnerving. Une had
always been able to make decisions and issue orders, no matter the
situation before now. But...
"Wufei, I understand that. But I, at least, take the meaning of today's
tragedy to indicate that perhaps we've all focused too much on the
peace, and too little on taking care of each other." He sighed. "Lady,
I'm sure you will want to come to L2 as well, to attend a memorial
service if not to head up the investigation personally. While I cannot
extend the invitation to stay at my property to you, we can be in
communication to offer... mutual support. There has to be someone else
besides the two of you who can be in charge of day to day operations."
"Commander?" inquired Wufei. Une nodded. "Very well, Winner. I'll see
you on L2."
Quatre called in his assistant, and ordered him to make the
arrangements for the trip.
"Very good, Mr. Winner."
"And if any of my sisters wish to talk to me, please tell them I'm
handling personal business. I am unavailable until I tell you
"Yes, Mr. Winner."
It felt far too good to give that order. And now, finally, he could
speak to the keeper of his heart. Would see him soon, no matter the
The elation lasted until the call was picked up at Trowa's home.
"Hello, Catherine. Is Trowa available?"
"No." If daggers could have been transmitted via vidphone, Quatre would
have been bleeding.
"I see." His headache was edging it's way back into a level of pain
that couldn't be ignored. "Is there another number at which I can get
hold of him?"
"No. There's not. I don't know where he is right now."
Quatre reminded himself that he could not call Trowa's only sister a
liar to her face. "It's very urgent that I speak to him."
"Are you planning to drag him back into the middle of trouble again? Is
he going to get shot at again?"
"I really am sorry to trouble you again -- " He hurried to cut her off
before she called him a liar to his face, "But you may have seen the
news about Duo Maxwell?"
Her expression went from stormy to ice cold rage. "Yes. So has he. If
he hasn't called you yet, can't you draw your own conclusions?" She
ended the call.
Quatre spent a long time with his face in the roses before he was able
to make himself get up and pack for his trip.
Trowa's bag sat at his feet, fingers lingering over the keyboard. He'd
tried calling Quatre's private number and it had rang straight to voice
mail. The phone was off or something. He wasn't sure why Quatre hadn't
tried to call him.
Part of him wanted to go to L4 and kick the door down.
He knew Quatre had to find his own way, his own path, his own way to
whatever truth would free his heart. If being what his family wanted
him to be was what Quatre needed to do, Trowa would respect that.
Part of him wanted to hunt Duo down and beat his ass for pulling this
stunt before Trowa could do it himself. He would not believe Duo
Maxwell was dead until he saw the body, saw genetic tests on the
remains that prove it to be Maxwell's sorry ass. And then… if that were
the case, he was going to go looking for the murderer.
And still he stood in front of the vidphone, waiting. Quatre would
call. Or his phone would answer, or maybe, Trowa thought, he'd just
call the main line. That annoying assistant of Quatre's would put him
through to Quatre.
Trowa typed the number before he could back out and sure enough Trowa's
assistant answered. Surprise. "Mr. Barton."
"I'd like to speak with Quatre, please."
A twitch of an eyebrow read, 'I bet you would.'
"Master Quatre is not taking calls at this time."
"A mutual friend may be dead. I'd like you to check and see if Quatre
will take my call."
"If said friend is the one that impacted the pavement on L2, I think
the odds are very good that a mutual aquaintance has terminated his own
life. I'm sure he was aware of the consequences of taking a walk off
his balcony. At least he knew his limits. My Master specifically said
that he would be taking personal time just now. Perhaps you have a
balcony near by?"
A hundred percent, Trowa wanted to beat him to a pulp, but no
expression showed on his face. "Tell him I am going to L2. You don't
want to ever see me face-to-face," Trowa said and then ended the call.
If Quatre did not arrive on L2 shortly, Trowa would go looking for him.
"Triton? Where are you going," Catherine said, letting the tent flap
drop behind her. "Must you go right now? We can all go together in two
He picked his bag and looked over his shoulder. "Thank you for
everything, Catherine. I just need to face this in my own way."
"You're my brother! My family!" Her fists balled at her sides.
"Duo is my friend. Heero is my friend, Wufei if he wants my support.
Quatre is my lover, even if he doesn't take my calls."
"See? How can he love you if he wouldn't even take your calls at a time
like this!?" She knew it was a lie, knew she should tell him that
Quatre had called, but all she could feel was her soul being torn away
as her only remaining family left her again. Left her again for him.
"Don't go, please."
"I have to go," Trowa said. As much as he respected Quatre's right to
his own path, he respected his own right to his path as well. "Good
He was on a shuttle when the suicide note was released by the media. He
saw it on the screens in the terminal as he disembarked, and his heart
was as numb as it always was when Quatre was away from him.
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