I do not own Gundam Wing or any characters in it. Gundam Wing belongs to Sotsu, Sunrise, ANB, and other rich people. I do not own I Don't Know You Anymore, it's by Savage Garden. Mozart's K.626 Requiem belongs to Mozart. I am not making any money off of this, and I have no money so don't sue me. On the other hand, I do own whatever random side characters I come up with.
Warnings: Rated R for content. Contains lime, male/male pairings, violence, death, and some language. If any of this content offends you, your parents don't want you reading this, or you are not old enough to read this, please don't. If you choose to read on anyway, if you have been warned and I do not care to receive any content based complaints after said warning. Thank you.
Author's Notes: Words inside // indicate song lyrics.
Pairings: Heero/Duo, Quatre/Trowa, Relena/OC
I pulled Drew into the kitchen, leaving Heero in Mama Elena, Daddy Rob, and Adam's capable hands, or lungs as the case may be.
“You can have your say later,” I told him. “Let them get it out of their systems and then you and Re can let him have it together. I know she's had a lot of things she's been dying to say and couldn't.” Drew looked at me and started protest my somewhat cheerful decree.
I shook my head at him, cutting him off before he could really start. “No, Drew, don't say anything. Four people yelling at one time is too much, and I haven't really been able to bring myself to say much about what happened or how I felt. I depend on you and Re to do my talking for me, at least this one time. You both have the most to say, and it's been the hardest for you to keep silent. It's been hardest for you, Drew, because you're my brother. It's been hardest for Re because she loves you and wants to make your feelings known, and to top it all off she's one of my best friends. Just think how long and hard she's had to fight to not say anything, to not make her feelings known.
“She's seen him frequently in the last six months. She's had plenty of time and opportunity to say what she feels about him…them…the betrayal, and she's not been able to. And you know she's too much of a lady to start screaming without someone to keep her company, she just won't do it in front of your family. Drew, promise me you'll keep your peace just a little while longer?”
Drew sat there, thinking and remembering, with shadows in his moss green eyes. He absently picked up a cookie and started eating. And in the background Mama Elena berated Heero at the top of her lungs. I listened in appreciation.
“You boorish traitor! How dare you use him, abuse him, and leave my boy in that Hellhole? How could you, you louse? You are blight upon humanity. A waste of oxygen and of the rest of this planet's resources. You are not a freedom fighter, a hero, or this planet's savior.
“You are a poisonous, no good, treasonous bastard who has never been worthy of Davin's time or affections. How dare you come back and bother him?” Her voice ran up and down the scale from a low alto to a high, piercing soprano's shriek. Her diatribe trailed of slowly, as she paused to gather her thoughts and to breathe. Daddy Rob took advantage of her pause and began his own.
“You know,” Drew said thoughtfully, “you just might be right. All of us going at him at one time would be just a bit much and Re is still a bit shy in front of Mum and Dad. So, what have you been doing the last few weeks while I've been away?”
I burst into laughter. It was such an innocuous and innocent question that just didn't go with the sounds of ire coming from the entryway. Drew looked puzzled for a moment, reviewed our conversation—especially the abrupt topic change—and joined me as he realized what sounded so funny.
We talked quietly in the kitchen over cookies and a glass of milk while the rest of our family took turns yelling at Heero.
Mama Elena eventually returned to the kitchen, muttering about unworthy swine until she saw the number of cookies we'd gone through in the hour they had been yelling. “And what do you two think you've been doing, spoiling your dinner with all of those cookies?” she asked, her voice dangerous.
I smiled softly at her. “That was lunch, Mama,” I said. “And your cooking spoils nothing. I can eat it endlessly.”
“I'm sure you could,” she said, flatly. “You're still far too thin. Andrew isn't though. Out of my kitchen, gentlemen.” Her voice brooked no argument. Drew pulled a face and got up to go. I did as well, although I paused to kiss her on the cheek before exiting the kitchen.
We entered the hall to find Daddy Rob cursing Heero out in very crisp Gaelic. Adam was listening with a fascinated expression on his face. I could see him filing all of the words away for future use and I bit back a laugh.
Heero merely looked confused and lost. And that was reason enough for me to have asked Drew to wait for Re. I had no doubt that they'd end his confusion. When they got upset they became unendingly eloquent, would go into details I'd never be able to tell him, and they'd be extremely loud through it all.
He was going to get more than an earful. I hoped he'd finally get a clue, understand what he'd done to me, and leave me to my death. I didn't want to deal with him or with what he'd done. I wanted to be left in peace, and I wanted both Drew and Re to let out the feelings that they'd been holding back for the greater part of a year. They deserved the peace that would bring them. And Heero deserved what they would give him in attaining that peace.
The doorbell rang and Drew passed the small crowd in the hall to answer it. He pulled open the door and gave a glad cry. “Re!”
I smiled. It would be good to see her again. We had a great deal of catching up to do. Drew enveloped her into a giant hug and kissed her. He then stepped aside, and I waved at her. She had a huge smile on her face as she waved back, and then it faded as she saw Heero.
He had turned partially around and his mouth was hanging open in shock. “Relena?” he whispered.
Re threw him a dark glare and stepped inside. Drew closed the door behind her, and proceeded to lock it. He had an absent-minded expression on his face that I didn't believe for a moment. I could tell that he just didn't want Heero to leave too soon, and was sending psychological messages to that effect.
Heero missed them.
He was too busy staring at Re as she walked right by him. “Mr. Ferguson,” she exclaimed in delight, “you're looking wonderful. It's so good to see you again.” He blushed.
“Now, Re love, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Rob?” Daddy Rob said trying to cover for his flush. “You're practically family, dear. As for looking wonderful, I'm all skin and bones. Elena's determined to starve us all to death.”
Re's eyes flashed with laughter as Mama Elena whisked out of the kitchen. “I'm doing no such thing,” she told him. “I'm just making sure you lose the ten pounds Doctor McPherson told you to lose. Re, so good of you to come to supper. We've missed having you here. It's been far too long.” She swept Re into a hug, which was joyously returned.
“Here, here,” Drew muttered at Mama's comment of Re's being gone too long. I smiled in agreement, and fought off a grin at the expression on Heero's face. His face was going to freeze if he kept it in a position of wide-eyed and slack jawed shock. His skin had gone pasty. He hadn't been expecting this. But he hadn't been expecting any of it. Me being cold to him, passing out, or informing him that Duo was dead. No, he hadn't expected that, anymore than he'd expected to get dragged off to a house full of strangers who'd screamed at him for over an hour. And then the icing on the cake arrived in the form of Relena Darlian.
He turned to me in confusion and I ignored him in favor of Re, who'd left Mama's embrace to hug and greet Adam, and then to come over to me. Mama glared at Heero, and muttered, “Poisonous, double crossing viper,” as she returned to the kitchen.
“Hey, Dav,” Re said, softly as she pulled me into a hug.
I returned it fiercely. “Hi, Re. Mama's right. It's been far too long. They work you too hard. You need a break from the government.”
She giggled quietly. “They still need me, Dav, and you know it. But I don't care about me. How are you? How are you holding up? And what is he doing here?”
“They may need you to run the place, Re, but you can't do that if you make yourself sick,” I told her, continuing an almost inaudible conversation. Neither of us wanted the others to hear us. I released her, and pulled her into the living room to answer her other three questions. Heero could read lips and I didn't want him reading mine.
“I guess I'm ok. I'm holding on to the present with a shaky grasp, Re. I don't want to remember, and everyone seems determined to make me to. I might have gotten through last night, even with the news programs, if Heero hadn't called. He wanted to see me, and even if I'd said no he would have come. You know how he is, Re, and I'm not running. I have a life that I love now. I'm not giving it up.
“As for what he wants,” I paused, “I'm not too sure of that. We didn't get off on a good foot this afternoon for some odd reason.” I looked at my feet in embarrassment.
“He said he was glad to see me, that they'd missed me, and I lost it, Re. I completely lost it.” She sniffed in disdain. “It went down hill from there. He's been acting hurt and confused the entire time, and he's got no damn right to,” I hissed. “He's got no right at all.”
“It's ok, Dav. I swear it will be ok. Drew and I can correct him in his misapprehensions. I've got things I've been absolutely dying to say ever since I found out what happened. Will you let me?”
I nodded. “I should warn you though, that I haven't told him much of anything, Re. He knows I feel like a one night stand, that I was only there to be their doormat, but that's all I've said. I wasn't in the mood for conversation. I can't talk to him anymore. I just want to rip him into tiny pieces. I'm so close to losing it completely. And I can't just let go like that, and he doesn't understand. How, Re? How can he not understand?”
She wrapped her arms around me in another silent hug. “I don't know. I always thought Heero Yuy was supposed to be intelligent,” she said after a little while. “I have never been able to figure out why he and the rest of them couldn't figure out what they had done wrong. They deserve everything they have coming to them, and Davin, I'm going to start with him. I will make him understand what he's done, and how much he has to make up for, if he even can. I swear it. I swear I will do it. And I have no doubt that Drew is just waiting to help me.”
She let me go and looked into my eyes. “Just remember, Dav, just because they're jerks and don't know how to appreciate the best thing that ever happened to them, doesn't mean it holds true for everybody else in this world.”
I smiled a watery smile back at her. “I'll remember that, Re. Oh, yes, the yelling spree is now free for you and Drew. Mama Elena, Daddy Rob, and Adam had their turns before you arrived.”
She grinned a wicked grin that reminded me of my days as Shinigami. That smile had been sadly lacking in the last year. “Oh good. I'd hate to be interrupted.” Relena turned and went over to the door and looked out into the hall. She just stood there speechlessly for several minutes. I went and peered over her shoulder.
Drew was glaring at Heero. His glare was icier than the glare Heero had used all through out the war. It out did the glare of death we all had associated with Heero. Heero refused to q uail beneath Drew's gaze and instead stared back stubbornly as he tried to fight off his bewilderment and figure out what was happening around him.
Re cleared her throat. Drew smiled at her briefly and went back to glaring at Heero. Heero ignored him to look at me pleadingly. “Du… Davin, can we please talk?” he begged me.
I turned away and went through the living room and into the family room. I sat down behind Mama's piano and absently began to softly play sets of scales and arpeggios. I heard Relena begin to speak.
“No, Heero. You may not speak to Dav, he's not up to it. However, Drew and I have a great many things we want to say to you. Now, come in here and sit down. This might take a long while.” Her voice was cold, crystal clear, and brooked no argument. Heero walked into the living room and sat down in a chair. I looked through the door, and found I could see him in profile. Drew and Re stood side by side in front of him, dark glares on their face.
I almost felt a twinge of sympathy but it faded before a second onslaught of memory that disappeared almost as quickly as it came. I took a deep breath and held it, waiting for phantom pains to disappear. I continued to play as Re began to speak again.
Requiem Chapter Eight Coming Soon.
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