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Surrender	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 839 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of its characters. I only own the original characters. And nobody's paying me to write this.

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A/N I'm merely going through and correcting some issues. Nothing new is being added to the story. 1/10/14
Pairings: 4x1, 5x2x5, 3xOC, 6x9
Chapter 1
It was a foul word. One that if I heard one more time I was pretty sure I was going to put a bullet in someone, and I wasn't so sure that someone wouldn't be me. It was strange how a word, only six letters, could suddenly change everything. Could make the room spin. Could pull the floor out from beneath you. It brought me to my knees, literally on several occasions when no one else was around.
I wanted to rant that it wasn't fair, that it shouldn't happen like this. Why now? Why did it happen when everything was supposed to be getting better? When we finally had a future? I wanted to punch something. I wanted to dig my heart out so it couldn't hurt anymore. I wanted to rip out my eardrums so I couldn't hear. Gouge out my eyes so I couldn't see.
Weak, isn't it? I'm supposed to be strong. Boys aren't supposed to cry. They're supposed to be able to take in the information they receive, analyze it, and plot the next course of action with a level head. But I couldn't be the one to analyze it or plot the action. All I could do was listen to what they were telling us and try to keep up with their plans.
Outwardly, I remained as calm as possible, and so did he. Which isn't surprising. I have a good poker face when I need to, you have to when you're a businessman. This was the first time I'd used it outside of the boardroom. I caught him sending a glance my way. Nothing in his expression told me he's surprised by my reaction. It was the fact he looked at me that let me know.
I'm sure he was confused. He probably expected me to reach out and take his hand. To express my fear or beg him to tell me everything was going to be okay. But I couldn't let the thoughts in my head out or I was sure I would collapse right there in the middle of the office and sob my eyes out.
Pathetic, huh? I never knew one word could hurt so much. I never saw this coming.
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Duo paced the living room with nervous energy, glancing at the clock every few seconds. Trowa ignored the anxious American in favor of his book. Wufei, however, followed the braided man's every move with his eyes.
“Quatre won't appreciate you wearing a hole in his carpet.”
Violet eyes flickered to him. “I don't take waiting on bad news very well.”
Trowa frowned slightly and looked up from his book. “How do you know it's bad?”
“Because I asked if it was and Quatre wouldn't answer. If it was good, he would have said so.”
Wufei sighed. He'd heard Duo fret the entire way from their apartment to Quatre's. He had to admit he was concerned as well, but he figured there was no point in getting worked up until they knew what was wrong. Duo wasn't one to hold back what he was feeling, though. If he was agitated, everyone within a mile radius knew it.
Wufei pushed to his feet, grabbed Duo's shoulders, and sat him down. “Calm down.”
“Easy for you to say.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I'm just as worried as you are.”
“Well excuse me for not handling stress well these days.”
Wufei nodded slowly. “I know things have been... strained lately.”
He snorted. “Strained? That's a delicate way to put it.”
The Chinese man flinched slightly and backed away, letting his hands slide from Duo's shoulders. Trowa watched the exchange curiously. It had been a surprise to all when, a year after Duo joined the Preventers, the two had started dating. And even more surprising that the relationship was well into its fourth year.
They'd had their arguments from time to time, like all couples, but over all they seemed very good for each other. Duo had managed to help Wufei lighten up a lot, and Wufei kept Duo more grounded. Trowa felt it would be a shame if the two were having problems and wanted to ask what was wrong, but it wasn't in his nature to pry into his friends' personal lives.
Wufei sighed and moved to the fireplace, leaning his elbow on the mantle. The room fell to heavy silence as they continued waiting. It wasn't much later before the door opened and Quatre came in. They all stood, wondering at the set expression on his face.
“Quatre? What's going on?”
He met Duo's eyes and opened his mouth, but no words came out. His brows drew together and he turned to look over his shoulder. “You going to tell them, or do you want me to?”
Heero moved into view, leaning his shoulder to the door frame. He stared at the blond for a moment before looking to the other three. A flash of something they couldn't define crossed his face as he looked back to the blond, and they completely understood the next expression. “I told you not to call them.”
“They're your friends. They deserve to know.”
Blue eyes narrowed. “The only reason you know is because Une butted into my business.” He turned and left the door way. Quatre followed, as did the others. Wufei and Duo exchanged a glance. Heero looked pissed.
“Did you really think you could hide it?” Quatre asked as they followed Heero into the kitchen.
The Japanese man grabbed a bottle from the freezer and slammed it on the counter, sending a scathing glare to the blond before turning to grab a glass. “There are ways I'd already considered. It wouldn't have been all that difficult. Une should have accepted them.”
He poured scotch into the glass and drained it, pointing at Quatre with the hand that held the glass. “I didn't want you to know.”
The other three were terribly curious, worry growing as Heero tossed back another shot.
“Why?” Heero paused as he poured the next shot, eyes locked on the amber liquid. Quatre leaned his hands on the island. “Why would you want to go through this alone?”
Heero clenched his jaw before downing another shot. Quatre grabbed the neck of the bottle. “You shouldn't be drinking.”
He jerked the bottle from Quatre's grasp and carried it and the glass with him out to the deck. Duo ground his teeth.
“What he hell is going on?”
Quatre bit his lip, eyes locked on Heero's back as the man leaned his elbows on the railing. “Heero, why are you being like this? I just want to help.”
Heero grunted. “I don't want your pity.”
“Who said anything about pity? I'm facing the facts here. You're my friend and you need help. You heard what he said.”
“Of course I did.”
“You can't stay in your apartment. You can't go on missions and there's a good chance that relatively soon you'll start missing a lot of work. You need to go ahead and end the lease on your apartment.”
Heero spun and they were all surprised to see how pale his face had gone. “No, absolutely not.”
“He said-”
“I heard what he said,” he growled out lowly. “I heard every fucking word.”
Quatre raked a hand through his hair. “It's understandable if you're... nervous, but you can't just pretend this isn't happening.”
Heero laughed but it held no humor. “I'm not pretending anything. I'm pissed. I'm frustrated. I'm anxious. I'm not sure what to do and I'm scared shitless!” He sagged against the railing and rubbed the back of the hand that held the bottle to his forehead. “I'm tired,” he finished quietly.
Quatre took the bottle and glass from him. “You want to go lie down?”
He looked from Quatre to the shocked faces of the other three. “I'm going to take a shower,” he said quietly as he looked back to the blond. “You tell them.”
He nodded and sat heavily on the bench that lined the railing as Heero disappeared inside.
Duo dragged his eyes from the door to the blond. “He's staying here?”
He nodded. “For the last week and a half.”
Trowa stepped forward. “Why?”
Quatre looked to each in turn. “He's sick.”
Duo frowned. “I didn't think he knew how to get sick. Has he ever even had a cold?”
Quatre leaned his elbows on his knees. “During his training and the war J pumped him full of drugs that boosted his immune system and kept his body in perfect condition. He had a large supply left over and saw no reason to stop using them until he ran out, which he did about six or seven months ago. It took some time for the effects to wear off.”
He took a breath and shook his head. “The doctors say that due to the enforced drugs to maintain his health, his own body's natural defenses don't function properly. You, Wufei and Trowa were on a long mission around the time he had his first brush with an illness and he was not happy about it. It took him three weeks to recover from the flu. That was about four months ago.”
Duo sat at the table on the deck. “So, when you say he's sick, do you mean that he's sick because he's so susceptible to stuff?”
“I wish.” He licked his lips. “He has cancer.”
Trowa and Wufei quickly found seats of their own. The Chinese man next to Duo and the Latin beside Quatre. “What kind?” he asked quietly.
“Leukemia.” He swallowed. “There are three stages. He's in the late second stage.” His voice hitched and Trowa put a hand on his shoulder, emerald eyes filled with sympathy.
“Did you tell him?”
He dropped his eyes. “I can't.”
“Wait, Heero doesn't know how sick he is?” Wufei asked.
Trowa cringed as Quatre's head shot up. “That's... not what he was talking about.” A faint blush raised in his cheeks.
Duo, the ever-observant, didn't take long to translate the expression. He sputtered. “Shit. You like Heero?”
His brows drew together and tears began to shine in his eyes. “So what if I do? There's nothing wrong with that, is there?”
“Nothing at all,” Duo said quickly. “I was just surprised, that's all.”
Wufei cleared his throat softly. “Has he started treatment yet?”
Quatre shook his head. “He starts tomorrow. The doctor said it was going to be pretty aggressive. Th-that... his chances were less than ten percent.”
Trowa pulled the small blond into his arms. “Heero is known for doing things no other human is capable of.”
“But how much of that was because his body was altered? Without the added help from J, he's weaker than the average person.”
Duo sought Wufei's hand under the table and it was quickly enfolded in his lover's. It was almost too much for him to handle. Heero was his best friend. He was one of the strongest and healthiest people Duo had ever met. Cancer victim wasn't a term Duo could equate with him. And the fact that Heero, of all people, had been struck with a deadly illness, made Duo suddenly forget why he was so ticked at his lover. If Heero could fall sick so easily, who was to say Wufei couldn't? He was mad at his Asian lover, no doubt, but did he want him to die? Hell no.
And with that thought brought another, Wufei knew Duo loved him. He accepted and reciprocated passionately. Heero had no clue Quatre loved him, and it was anyone's guess as to how he felt about the blond. He tried to imagine himself in the blond's position and felt his heart lurch.
“You should tell him,” he said suddenly.
Quatre rubbed his eyes. “I don't think that's a good idea.”
“Why not?” Wufei wanted to know.
“Because he isn't gay.”
“How do you know?” Trowa asked.
He huffed. “Does he give off the slightest 'gay' vibe to any of you?”
Wufei bristled. “Do I?”
The blond fidgeted with his fingers. “Well, no, but that doesn't mean anything.”
“I don't give off the vibes, either, Quat,” Duo said softly. “Fact of the matter is, no one knows these days. It's reckless to just assume. You never know.”
Quatre sucked in a quivering breath. “And what if he is, but I'm not his type?”
Trowa chuckled softly. “Actually, I think you're just his type.”
He grunted. “I think you're crazy.”
He shrugged. “You're not the first. Veronica says so all the time.”
Duo laughed. “How she puts up with you, I'll never know.”
He smiled softly, but it held a hint of teasing. “It's the sex.”
Wufei scrunched his nose. “Please don't go into het sex. I'm already scarred for life on that topic.”
Duo chuckled and rubbed his lover's thigh. “Poor Fei. At lease Meiran understood.”
He nodded. After their one and only tumble between the sheets it had become painfully aware to both of them that Wufei was not inclined in that direction. She'd offered to help him find a suitable man, and he'd felt like hitting her. He respected her and she'd known that. Whether she'd ever respected him was an unknown. But she'd never been cruel.
“I hope she did.” He shook off the memories and looked back to Quatre. “You should tell him.”
“Tell who what?”
They all turned to face Heero. He stood in the door way in a pair of faded blue jeans and a pale blue t-shirt, a towel about his neck and water dripping slowly toward it from the thick mass of brunette locks. All eyes then turned to the blond who was trying to get his errant body under control. He forced a smile to his flushed face.
“Nothing. Feel better?”
Heero raised an eyebrow. “Did you tell them?”
“Yes.” He pushed to his feet and crossed to stand before Heero. “Are you going to cancel your lease?”
Dark blue eyes bore into cerulean. “Answer my question and I'll answer yours.”
“Shit.” All eyes widened at the curse from the blond.
TBC....
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